#snow elf oc

[boethiahspet]

This sketch might b all u see of him. But. BEHOLD!! CYRZAAN !!!!

Someone remind me 2 write out his description/bio later im TIRED.......gnight everybody I love you :3

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[m00n-elixir]

they've been wanting that cookie so bad for 200 years 😔😔

original 👇👇

[starcrossedspirit]

　◞ 　YLLDAE 　♡。 　SNOW ELF MAGE — ❝ The loneliness and just how empty it was-" her voice was cut off just before it could waver, her eyes staring into his with a growing warmth. "I didn't realize how lonely I was until I had met you." Kaidan pulled Ylldae close and with a soft touch of his fingers beneath her chin a moment of silence was shared, they glittered like starlight. Oh how he loved her so. "Neither of us will ever have to be alone again because we were meant to find one another." he said, his own eyes mirroring her warmth, just before he let her chin go and she laid her head upon his chest. "And wherever you go, I will go. I promise." With her head upon his chest she could feel his heart beat and for the first time in a long time she wasn't afraid to close her eyes because she knew he would be there when she would wake.

[feykrorovaan]

Fey:Hey Taliesin, do you think we should add another companion to our party?

Taliesin:I'm not sure, three's a crowd, perhaps you should sit on it before you make any rash decisions.

[the-skyrim-addict]

haven’t posted about my oc Wraith in a while LOL

he hates Mercer with a burning passion bc his boyfriend is apart of the Guild and Wraith doesn’t trust Mercer for shit ✊

[birdofjoyandsorrow]

Lorelay Angalt

Master Nightingale, Bird of Joy and Sorrow. Spymaster of Mereth.

[undersaarthal]

I said, "Hey, girl with one eye I'll cut your little heart out, 'cause you made me cry"

[oblivions-dawn]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐞; 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬

─[✦]─ ❝ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ.❞ ─[✦]─

Age: 4400+ Pronouns: She/They Gender: Demigirl Sexuality: Asexual Height: 4'8 Birthsign: The Ritual Race: Falmer Class: Herbalist/Sun Mage Alliances: Forgotten Vale Chantry of Auri-El Family: Gelebor [adoptive father] Love Interest: None

For lore and extras, please peruse under the cut below!

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞;

Helthune was born shortly before the Snow Elves, who were faced with extinction from the Nords, were forced to live underground with the Dwemer. Due to the harsh conditions, torture, and experiments, her growth was stunted at a young age. She also became unable to speak and was rendered partially blind, forced to rely most on her hearing as well as signing. It was during the War of the Crag that she was able to escape into Blackreach, where she survived largely by herself for thousands of years. Driven almost mad by the loneliness and the hostility of the Betrayed that flowed into Blackreach after the disappearance of the Dwemer--for whom she still harbors a strong hatred for--, Helthune managed to stumble across a series of unused and unknown tunnels. She explored them out of curiosity, and eventually arrived at Darkfall Cave, where Gelebor and the Chantry of Auri-El were located. Noticing she wasn't as far gone as the Betrayed, he took her into his care. Helthune, who has no other family left and believes they were all slaughtered or turned into the Betrayed, thinks of Gelebor as her father and is much happier living within the Chantry.

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬;

❆ Helthune makes a few appearances in my fanfiction, Petrichor, in Chapter 17, Darkfall, and Chapter 19, Cascade. ❆ Her sign language is based off the Falmeric language, which her and Gelebor created after he took her in. ❆ She enjoys sketching the ancient ruins a lot and often asks Gelebor for more supplies to do so. ❆ Hel's flower crown is made with nirnroots, coda flowers, and hanging moss. ❆ Her eyes are compared to kunzites. ❆ She's left-handed. ❆ Helthune played a much bigger role in the original one-shot iteration of Petrichor, where she was discovered by Vigdis and Serana and helped lead them to the Elder Scroll located in Blackreach. Due to significant changes to the story during rewriting, her larger part was ultimately cut out. ❆ Due to experimentation and torture by the Dwemer, Helthune no longer remembers her original family. ❆ She once had to kill out of self-defence. The memory still haunts her.

For information on other OCs, you can find them under Senu's Skyrim OCs! If you'd like to see fanart of Helthune, browse her tag on my blog!

[reagan-the-saunders]

WIP WHENEVERRRRRRR

Tagged by @tiredela <3

alright les see;

I'm working on another sketch of my new TES OC, Seynari. :))))

Aaaaaand one sec

you can have this WIP of my TES dragon OC Yoldunaar. This drawing is finished but I haven't posted it yet lol.

Tagging: @afamoore @sothascrib @abstractredd @ask-officium-velvet @ YOU 🫵

[metallic-scaled-scarf]

Commission for @mellowscrolls , the Dragon Priest Ensosin and her dragon, Fiikviinriik! They're very happy and haven't suffered whatsoever.

WIPs below. Yes the first one is done on a scrap of paper, the second and third are actual WIPs.

[unbaed]

Another redraw! Redid this from last year <3

[gaymergirlie]

I love the hc that nords/snow elves and other races with the frost resistance are better able to adapt to colder climates due to an elevated body temperature.

Ilia is essentially a walking space heater. Don’t let her go to Hammerfell though, she’ll probably die of heat stroke.

[late-nite-scholar]

Aug 8th (Day 4): Prompt- Mortal / Sanctuary 

Day 4: Sanctuary- Nythauriel is beginning her journey to see the world outside her people’s hiding places, and meets the last person she ever expects to. But thankfully not everything is as it was when her people went into hiding. Post-Dawnguard. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest

Redguard LDB x Farkas (mention only)

Warnings- None 

Wordcount- ~1400

Description in alt text. Made in HeroForge

***

The world was so much bigger than the hidden valley and the cave network implied. Even the trade network tunnels to the other enclaves didn't truly convey how much world there was out there beyond their sanctuary. 

It's a good thing I've got time to explore it. Nythauriel thought to herself, suddenly thankful for her people's long lifespans. Perhaps she could explore a lot of this world. There were even rumors some of her people had escaped to the old Atmoran homeland. Maybe it would be worth taking a trip. Not that she'd ever been on a boat, but the idea was rather exciting. 

Unfortunately, the world wasn't exactly friendly to someone like her. 

A group of men with pitchforks and improvised weapons blocked her path. The big man in the middle stabbed toward her with the rake he held.

"We don't want no Thalmor in our village!" he snarled. 

She held up her hands, nearly as white as the snow that still held out against the warm sun in shaded corners. "I'm not Thalmor. I'm not even Altmer. I'm just passing through. I won't even stop, I promise." 

"Don't come any closer!" The man shouted again.

"There's no need for that. I'll escort the lady, if she'd like." A soft, gruff voice spoke up behind her. 

She turned, and found herself facing an enormously large Nord as tall as herself but much more broad. He was no doubt a warrior, dressed in well-made (and equally well-used) armor and carrying a large, black battleaxe on his back. But his silver eyes were kind and his smile gentle and she found herself suddenly at ease. She didn't trust humans as a rule, but this one? Somehow she just knew that this one was alright. 

He led her past the mob, offering her a large, muscular arm. She took it, her face warming. Villagers were looking askance at them; this big Nord escorting probably the palest mer any of them had ever seen. He chuckled. 

"This is gonna start rumors. I hope it won't get you in trouble." 

She giggled in return. "I'll be fine. What about you?" 

"My wife'll forgive me when I explain the situation." 

They made their way out of the village and back onto the road. As they walked, she slipped her hand out of the man's arm. "Thank you so much for doing that." 

"You probably get a lot of that, don't you? Hostility, I mean?" 

"Yeah. I haven't been traveling that much yet, but yeah." She held out her hand, "I'm Nythauriel, by the way." 

"Well met. I'm Farkas." They shook hands. 

"Well met, indeed. I'm glad you came by. Not many will stand up for a mer out here in the arse end of nowhere." 

"I'm here to help. I'm a Companion, it's what we do." 

"A Companion? Who are you a companion of?" 

He brightened. "Oh, you haven't heard of us? It comes from our founders, the Five Hundred Companions of Ysgramor." 

She froze, and everything got really far away. Like looking through a small tube. Then blackness overtook her without warning. 

Her eyes opened slightly to the feeling of being shaken. She saw the man's face and immediately fainted again.

***

Awareness came back slowly. She was lying on her bedroll, her pack set beside her. A small fire burned to her right, the man sitting and poking it with a stick. His axe sat propped up beside him, and her blood turned cold as she recognized it. 

He turned at the sound of her gasp, relief washing over his face. "Thank the Nine! I was startin’ to get worried. Here, I made this. You should drink it." He took out a cup and filled it from a kettle sitting by the fire.

"What is that?" she demanded. 

"It's a healing draught. Should make you feel better. Tastes half decent, too. Are you ill, or injured? You just kinda fainted there." 

"Where are we?" She backed up. They weren't on the road. She couldn't even see the road! "Where have you taken me?" 

"It's a wayside camp. Lots of people use it cause it's a little quieter. I didn't want you lyin’ in the road where you could get trampled." He frowned. "Is everything okay?" 

Nythauriel pulled a knife from her belt. Farkas held up his hands as she snarled. "Nice try, Companion of Ysgramor. But your kind has already killed enough of mine. You won't have me, too!" 

His brows knit together, but he made no move towards her. "I don't wanna kill anybody. Are you sure you're okay? I'm getting kinda worried…" 

"Don't play dumb with me! You belong to a group founded on the genocide of my people! You carry Wuuthrad, the axe that yearns to taste my blood! As if you haven't done enough to us! Killed us by the thousands, drove us into hiding, others into the depravity of the Dwemer until they were twisted, wretched husks of themselves! How dare you pretend you don't know!" she shouted. 

She watched realization dawn on his face. "You mean the Falmer… the Betrayed… you're a Snow Elf?" 

"How do you know to call them that?" She hissed. 

"My wife had a quest. We went to an ancient temple of your people. There was a priest of sorts there, a Snow Elf like you. That's what he called them." Farkas shook his head. "But he thought he was the last of your kind besides the Betrayed." 

"What temple? What priest?" 

"We call him Akatosh, but the priest said your people call him Auri-El. It was a huge place, bigger than any human temple I've ever seen. The priest was named Gelebor. He's still there, as far as I know." 

"Knight Paladin Gelebor is alive?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing! "I learned about him in our history studies! He's… and the temple is still there…" 

"Yeah. He's the only one there now." 

"How did you get through the wayshrines then? Didn't you need to go through them to get in?" 

"There were spirits guarding each one. They'd tell us their message and we'd go through." 

"How did your wife end up going there, or even know where it was? We don’t even know where it is anymore!" 

"It's a long story but basically we were dealing with vampires and needed Auri-El's bow." 

"Auri-El's bow?" She shook her head. "Bullshit! Next you're going to tell me you read it in an Elder Scroll!" 

Farkas shrugged. "We kinda did." 

"What is your wife? That is way too much stuff for one person. Is she a goddess?"

"I think she is." He smiled softly. "She's Yokudan, from Hammerfell.”

“I’m not familiar with those people, I’m afraid.”

“You probably wouldn't be. They showed up a lot later. She's also Dragonborn, and that seems to be what attracts all the strange stuff.” 

"Dovahkiin…" She frowned and waved her hand, a flash of blue light sparking from her fingers. "You're not lying…" 

"What was that?" 

"A spell we call 'Liar's Bane'. It's like clairvoyance, but so I can see if you're lying. And… you aren't." 

"I'm not. Drink? You seem better but it couldn't hurt." 

She took the tea and sipped it. It was rather nice, herbaceous and gentle. She looked over at Farkas again. "I'm sorry for freaking out." 

"It's okay. I don't blame you. That must've been quite the shock. I, uh, didn't expect to meet another Snow Elf, either." 

"Yeah, we tend to keep to our hidden places, our sanctuaries. It's the only way to stay safe." 

"I understand. Where will you go now?" 

"I'm traveling, seeing the world. I have heard stories of the Skyforge, and other places." 

"Well I'm heading home to Whiterun, and our hall is right below the Skyforge. I mean, I understand if you don't want to be anywhere near Jorrvaskr…" 

"Do you still have Auri-El's bow?" 

"We do." 

"I'd like to see it." She smiled. "I mean, if the rest of the Companions are like you, I think it'll be okay." 

"Well, my wife is our Harbinger, our leader, and she won't let anything happen to a guest. I can promise you that." 

"And if we travel together, it should be safer, right?" 

"Should be, yeah." 

A giggle burst from her lips. "A Companion and a Snow Elf walk into Whiterun…" 

"Sounds like the start of a joke. Or a good story." 

"Well, I hope it's the latter."

He gave her that gentle smile again. "I hope so, too." 

[dynamite124]

@wellthebardsdead

One-Of-A-Kind Orange Snowy Owl Leaves Scientists Scratching Their Heads

Wildlife photographer Julie Maggert has been taking pictures of snowy owls for years. So when she heard that a strange, orange-colored snowy owl had been spotted flying around Michigan’s Thumb area, she knew she had to see the bird for herself. Maggert drove two hours out to where the owl had been observed. Before long, she spotted her in the middle of a field. She couldn’t believe her eyes — she really was orange...

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[guminami]

snowy dalish 🐇

edit: i’ve removed the reference because it ended up being ai :/ please stop sending me asks about this, i didn’t know at the time of drawing it and i already feel bad enough about not noticing on my own.

[ralofofriverwoods]

Boo

Trying to make myself use more simple pallets for characters. Also I’ve been really invested in vampires/werewolves lately

This lovely lad is a snow elf sellsword, and a vampire. They’re aquaintances with virthik(begrudgingly) and they’re quite business oriented.

I always thought that snow elves were kind of boring appearance wise so they get naked rat tails now. Just cause. I think I’m gonna give all of the mer some kind of fun trait if they don’t have one but this is the only one I’ve thought of so far.

I also gave them some chaurus armor pieces as to reference the Falmer. Because I think that’s kinda nice.