#yulara uvarro

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So I got a drawing tablet for Xmas............... Thus voila here's a butch vampire lady choking out another butch lady for getting mouthy (Delilah has even worse survival instincts than Zemira and it gets her in massive trouble with her boss, Yulara - regularly)

[corvidcrybaby]

Introducing a trio of D&D OC's of mine!

WHO ARE DOLVAN GREYFANG AND DELILAH WAKEFELD?

Dolvan and Delilah are warlocks. Or perhaps it is better to say, a warlock, singular.

Once upon a time, a humble swordsman from the city of Redmont was attacked by his intimate partner - bitten, and infected with a virulent strain of lycanthropy. The reason? His surname, Greyfang. He bore it by sheer coincidence, and apparently, the man he thought he trusted thought it a hilarious joke to turn him against his will based on this.

Dolvan did not take it well.

Dolvan launched a vicious crusade against the offending werewolf and his pack, and carved a bloody swathe across the continent of Nuviria, felling every lycanthrope in his path - their souls consumed and imprisoned inside a cursed sword of truly vile magic.

To create this weapon, Dolvan needed outside guidance.

Enter one Queen Yulara Uvarro, a Dwarven Vampire Queen of the Shadowfel - who, for reasons unknown, cured his lycanthropy, forged a warlock pact with the angry young man, providing him with the guidance to forge this first blade, and gifted him his second when sense began to prevail, and Dolvan destroyed the cursed weapon.

After a terrible final stand against a pack of powerful lycanthropes which left several close friends dead and the pack sundered, Dolvan's psyche shattered and his will broke, and he went into hiding, using his newfound magic practice to shapeshift his appearance into someone wholly unrecognizable.

Thus Delilah Wakefeld was born, and she would soon surprise both Dolvan and her Queen with the depths of autonomy she would come to demand. For five long years, Dolvan's persona lay dormant in the body occupied by Delilah, who busied herself in a frigid town to the far north, seeing off the occasional bandit raid or beast from the abandoned mines.

After this time, things began to change.

Dolvan and Delilah are now at odds for sharing the same body as well as each party's respective questionable decisionmaking - it was Dolvan who created that behexen sword, but it was Delilah who abandoned their existing life to go into hiding and pursue this newfound relationship with a Vampire Queen. From Dolvan's perspective, she only threw them from one frying pan into another. From Delilah's perspective, Dolvan was carrying them on a spiraling path of destruction that would doom them and what remained of their family - including a beloved younger sister, Calix Greyfang.

And so they go, day by day, attempting to reconcile their relationship to one another, as a singular entity and as individuals. A broken man and an angry woman, forced to coexist and learn from one another. All while the ominous spectre of their undead Dwarven patron looks on - watching. Observing. Taking in their growth, forcefully nudging them this way and that as the scenario demands.

But what does Yulara want with them, truly? Why select an ornery pair of human personas to grant a fraction of her power to? Is it for amusement? Genuine care or interest in their development? Or something colder, crueler?

Only time will tell.