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[waters-bane]

Nolir paused for a second in indulging in his food as he felt eyes piercing into him from behind. Not a feeling that he was unused to amongst the chatter of the tavern and the people who had always found his presence to be off putting, but still one that was unwelcome and that he hadn’t been privy to for some time.

The people in the town were used to his presence, and in the tavern even more so - no one complained when he would track copious amounts of water into the tavern anymore or whispered when he would disappear seemingly into thin air as soon as he left. The food had been worth bearing with those looks for some time but he no longer had any patience for them after so long without.

‘Someone new then,’ Nolir thought, which was strange. There were rarely any visitors to this town beyond family and even they were accustomed to his slouched figure taking up residence in the tavern’s back corner every few weeks.

But stranger still, the gaze was hostile almost - reeking with mistrust or suspicion. Whatever about him had caught the person’s eye, Nolir hoped that it wouldn’t last. It had an uncomfortable feeling of unease creeping up his back that he was unused to and he shifted his feet a little under the table, hands flexing a little as he subconsciously felt for the water around the tavern.

He wasn’t going to look up and acknowledge the eyes but he wasn’t going to stick around if they tried something.

— @angbandsgeneral

─── ˙ ˖ ❖ ❜᭡ sea songs & crimson calamities ( rp starter for @waters-bane ) 

with the sun on the verge of setting and the chitter chatter of elves accompanied by other beings dying down — the maia decides it is time to lay low. after another - unnecessary, as he would say - mission in the mundane world, vanimóre decides to treat himself. hopefully the tavern had even a sliver of the delights served back in valinor, but he had his doubts.

as he sat at the wooden counter, aimlessly listening to the conversations around him, he lays his head in the palm of his hand with his elbow propped up against the wood. his disguise was simple, hiding away his signature eye patch in exchange for two eyes — and a younger, somewhat friendly looking complexion. yet still clad in red, but of course.

whilst awaiting his order he drums his dark nails against the counter and sweeps his gaze over the humble establishment. creatures from far and wide filled his vision. elves that made his nose curl, dwarves simply minding their own business, a human here or there. nothing out of the ordinary — until.

his eyes land on a mop of what appears to be dark hair. in the corner, hung and soaking. vanimóre blinks once or twice, doing a once over around this figure to see if anyone else was just as confused as he. when he sees none, his bewilderment spirals further.

'what the hell is that? an overgrown rat?' he eyes closer. 'is that. . . noodles? what kind of maniac would eat whilst soaking wet?'

[waters-bane]

* 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (READ MORE) ,

"i never noticed your eyes were this pretty."

"i'll stay in tonight, thanks."

"i can't even trust myself anymore."

"anything to eat around here?"

"i hope to repay your kindness someday."

"you're a terrible flirt you know."

"the only time you talk to me is when you need something."

"how did you find me?"

"how can i possibly trust you? after all you've done."

"i take orders from your father, not you."

"you're not a very convincing liar."

"i thought i'd never see you again."

"why can't i come with you?"

"it was my fault. it was all my fault."

"all this anger and hate, it's not good for you."

"this is the part where you apologize."

"is being drunk an excuse?"

"let me out of here! let me go!"

"aren't we in a good mood today?"

"i was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."

"there's nothing left for me here."

"i know i lied to you. you can hate me and it's all right."

"i've been waiting for you for a long time."

"what happened? i heard a crash."

"was it you? did you do all this?"

"don't come any closer!"

"looking for something?"

"you're too scared to do it, aren't you?"

"i thought you'd like this."

"you came back!"

"i like seeing you smile."

"i must warn you, i won't go easy on you this time."

"it's better to expect disappointment."

"sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now."

"no way, i'm not doing that."

"it's you! you came for me."

"could you be happy here with me?"

"let me buy you another drink."

"why should i trust you?"

"he's only mostly dead."

"knowledge is power."

"i screwed up. i know."

"we're going to have to stay here tonight."

"help me choose something to wear?"

"i do care."

"i'm sorry, i'm not what you think i am."

"how many more people need to die before you're satisfied?"

"you scared me."

"just try to hang on."

"i risked my life for you!"

"two years later and you haven't changed."

"we're not so different after all."

"i need you to trust me."

"why are you being so stubborn?"

"you don't scare me."

"i'm scared of what you're becoming."

"you look like you just saw a ghost."

"that's quite a scratch you've got there."

"i've always hated it."

"this is the part where you leave."

"don't treat me like a child."

"you were talking in your sleep."

"what are you doing out here by yourself?"

"wait. i've heard that sound before."

"would it be alright if i borrowed this?"

"i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do."

"it's not stealing if it was mine to begin with."

"it's nothing personal."

"you were going to leave without saying goodbye?"

"i'll still be here when you wake up."

"don't you fucking dare!"

"you're lucky you're cute."

"it's too dark, i can't see anything."

"i swear it wasn't me."

"that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met."

"i've got your back, okay?"

"how long have i been asleep?"

"just who do you think you are?"

"i think i might've broken something..."

"i wish you'd take better care of yourself."

"is this what you wanted?"

"what do you want in exchange for it?"

"did you miss me?"

"i'm trying my best and it's not good enough."

"it's not safe for people to see us together."

"don't lie to me."

"i see a lot of myself in you."

"take a seat, we're gonna be here a while."

"i won't hate you. i know you think that's what you deserve but it's not."

"who do you fight for?"

"it's rare to see your kind around here."

"walk with me?"

"i know you better than you think."

"why did you bring me here?"

"what did you want to tell me?"

"you don't even know my name."

"it's nothing, i'm just tired."

"of course i care. you're my family."

"i didn't tell you because i was afraid... of losing you."

"where is my candy, you son of a bitch?"

"you want me to punch him in the face?"

"please... say something."

"who the hell invited you?"

"we need to be careful."

"i just wanted to say i'm sorry."

"we're locked in!"

"don't be naked. i'm coming in."

"do you ever get afraid?"

"you wouldn't understand."

"promise you'll say something if you need help?"

"where have you been?"

"there was blood everywhere."

"i just need to step away for a bit, get some fresh air."

"we're safe, aren't we?"

"how about a little midnight snack?"

"how many people have you killed? how many?"

"whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no."

"you look... amazing."

"this isn't just about you. it's about what's best for all of us."

"you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner."

"in about a minute, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me."

"i wish we never met."

"you're late."

"we all have secrets, don't we?"

"i know i have a right to be angry, but i don't want to be."

"i see you don't recognize me. well, it was a long time ago."

"you showing up here must be fate."

"some risks are worth taking."

"you've been so quiet. what's on your mind?"

"you must be lonesome over here by yourself."

"you're very kind. some day it'll get you killed."

"this seems... dangerous."

"snap out of it!"

"have you been following me?"

"you can't or you won't?"

"how long have you been standing there?"

"i'm sorry i didn't come sooner."

"we can't keep going on like this."

"i don't need your help."

"i think i'm getting sick."

"i know who you are. i know what you've done."

"please tell me you have a plan."

"i just wanted to see you smile again."

"can i ask... what happened?"

"tell me it's not true. please."

"would you run away with me?"

"don't look at me like that."

"wow, look who remembered my existence."

"why are you really here?"

"have a drink with me."

"life is about more than just surviving."

"treat me like the princess that i am!"

"it's a gift. i had it made for you."

"thank me after we get out of this alive."

"you're not human, are you?"

"are you kidding me? we're not 'fine'!"

"they're better off without me. but i guess that's their choice."

"are you lost too?"

"come on. it can't be that bad."

"i don't like this. it feels... wrong."

"will you stay with me? just for tonight."

"can i help you?"

"you don't need to protect me."

"you can't leave me here alone!"

"you can stay with me."

"quick, this way. before they see you."

"i think the power is out."

"did you ever care about me?"

"did you hear that? it sounded like a scream."

"being strong doesn't mean never asking for help or admitting you're in pain."

"i'm here to drink alone."

"i did warn you not to trust me."

"you could've just used the door."

"you know, i really hoped i'd never see this place again."

"nobody tells me what to do."

"why can't you tell me what's wrong?"

"i'm really not one for crowds."

"don't be so dramatic."

"something's coming."

"i just wanted to do something good for once."

"you don't have to shout at me!"

"forget about me. just save them."

"it's fine. nothing i haven't dealt with before."

"i guess it runs in the family, huh?"

"this isn't our fight. it's my fight."

"do you ever stop being so serious and dull?"

"i heard you were dead."

"i'm going to get you out of here."

"that's a terrible story."

"here, take this. you'll catch a cold."

"you slept with her, didn't you?"

"i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn't sure."

"evacuate the civilians, i'll buy you some time!"

"he was unconscious when i found him."

"you don't have to hold my hand."

"i'm not leaving you."

"you're not getting away this time."

"you're clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me."

"i would give my life to keep you safe."

"do you want me to go?"

"trust me, these people are not your friends."

"i guess it's my turn to thank you."

"i bought two. here."

"i need to go. i can't be here."

"it's four in the morning. what are you doing?"

"do you ever stop talking?"

"it's not going to be easy, you know."

"well, how do i look?"

"are you threatening me?"

"you can never admit when you're wrong!"

"may i have this dance?"

"he knows more than what he's telling us. much more."

"we can't fix this. can we?"

"count me out."

"i don't know. shut up. i'm not blushing."

"let go of me! i have to help them!"

"i won't let anyone hurt you."

"do you ever hear yourself?"

"i've never had any sort of family before."

"you look better in my clothes than i do."

"i'm still learning."

"oh, i get it. you're trying to weasel your way out of having to practice."

"death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago."

"you see everyone so clearly except yourself."

"is this seat taken? sorry, it's a bit crowded here."

"what are you smiling at?"

"we're in completely different leagues."

"what if i never see you again?"

"we should get a pet."

"don't touch me. get away from me."

"i want to be there when you get what's coming to you."

"i'll believe it when i see it."

"you're lucky that i found you when i did."

"you're not dating anyone, are you?"

"you're not alone. i'm here."

"i never want to see you again."

"we can just sit here, you don't have to talk."

"i could show you the way."

"do i frighten you?"

"i didn't realize you were in so much pain."

"well, this is where i live."

"i'll be here. when you're ready to talk."

"you refuse to tell me where you're going?"

"i've seen you before, walking by."

"was that a friend of yours?"

"i'll make you bleed."

"wait. did you hear that?"

"i'm not even going to pretend to understand what you're talking about."

"i made a mistake."

"why don't you just kill me?"

"it's a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?"

"i already made my decision, you're not going to change that."

"i thought you... i saw you get shot."

"take me with you."

"you look awful. what happened?"

"you knew and you didn't tell me?"

"you shouldn't insult people that are bigger than you."

"how about you let me show you around?"

"i'm just saying, murder is an option."

"what's that smug look for? you think you can do any better?"

"for some reason, i'm attracted to you."

"you defeated it? alone?"

"i didn't want you to see me like this."

"don't go. please."

"how do i know you're real?"

"rough day today?"

"seriously, what is that thing over there?!"

"i'm not sober enough to talk about this."

"you should've thought about that before you got into a fight."

"you like this, don't you? i remember you saying that."

"what now? i'm tired."

"it won't be easy, that's for sure."

"watch what you say. the trees have ears."

"can you forgive me?"

"just let me do this for you."

"why were they coming after you?"

"why are you talking like we'll never see each other again?"

"why did you help me?"

"would you like something for the pain?"

"why did you come?"

"you snore in your sleep. it's adorable."

"i'm glad i could share this with you."

"just admit it. we're lost."

"well, don't stand there in the rain. come on."

"i really thought you were gone this time."

"if you tell me yours, i'll tell you mine."

"are you... smelling me?"

"i have a spare bed."

"your plan's gonna get us all killed, and you know it."

"find someone else to listen to your problems."

"i promise i'll never hurt you again."

"where do you think you're going?"

"it appears my trusting nature got the better of me. it's happened before."

"how did you get this scar?"

"you stepped on my foot!"

"i'm not sorry."

"i don't know how you do this every day..."

"what did you wish for?"

"there's no turning back now."

"see? i'm not just a pretty face."

"i'm on your side."

"do you remember anything? at all?"

"you don't know who i am, do you?"

"please don't do this, don't act like you care."

"i just want to take it all back."

"am i not good enough?"

"i won't let them hurt you."

"i'm fine, let me see your arm."

"why can't you let me in? what are you so afraid of?"

"this is wrong."

"none of this would’ve happened if you had just listened to me!"

"don't run away from this."

"you wanna know what your problem is?"

"so why's it so important anyway?"

"i'm not here to talk about my feelings."

"close your eyes and hold out your hands."

"seems like i'm always saving your ass."

"let me help with that."

"you know you aren't allowed in here, right?"

"don't shut me out. please."

"fine. i'll help you but you have to help me."

"i don't need you to understand, i just need you to help me."

"i have to do this alone."

"i'm not talking to you when you're like this."

"i don't need you anymore."

"why did you wake me?"

"how many times have i told you? you can't visit me here."

"jealous? i'm not jealous!"

"this place is cursed... i can feel it."

"you need to stay still."

"i've been to many strange places... but this is a new one."

"dangerous to be out so late."

"don't make me go by myself."

"i can't leave you alone for one minute, can i?"

"we're wasting time."

"you... don't like me very much, do you?"

"i would never lie to you."

"give me one good reason why i should believe you."

"i'm not sure what i'm supposed to feel."

"you're about as intimidating as a butterfly."

"no more lies, no more secrets."

"do you wanna get out of here?"

"what did they do to you?"

"i don't go away if you ignore me."

"you don't know when to give up, do you?"

"i can't help you unless you talk to me."

"what was that for?"

"you can't just come into my life and go right out of it. i won't let you."

"think of it as a compliment."

"did you want to be alone?"

"who did you piss off this time?"

"you'll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground."

"stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now."

"are you saying you care about me?"

"i did what i had to do."

"what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say?"

"i don't think we're supposed to be in here."

"they have us surrounded!"

"i've come for you."

"promise me?"

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"you'll always have a home with me."

"i never meant to hurt you."

"i believe you."

"let me see that."

"you can relax. we're safe here."

"you have to go somewhere safe."

"we've been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy."

"when was the last time you ate something?"

"we have to leave, now!"

"i need your help... and you need mine."

"i wasn't flirting, i was being friendly."

"change isn't easy."

"there has to be another way."

"i don't care what they say about me."

"you've lost a lot of blood."

"you don't give a shit about me."

"you want me? here i am."

"i never wanted to hurt you."

"it's very rude to stare."

"i don't often get the chance to talk to someone like you."

"if you have something to say, spit it out."

"when was the last time you slept?"

"i can't do this without you."

"you're such a fucking coward."

"i'm not drunk enough for this."

"i hope you haven't been standing out in the cold this whole time."

"i wish i could hate you."

"why are you still here?"

"you're hot when you're angry."

"are you going to kill me?"

"i don't have a plan, but we'll figure it out."

"we can stop them. i can help you."

"i don't feel so good."

"promise me you won't overreact."

"is... that my shirt you're wearing?"

"you look like you need a hug."

"what do these symbols mean?"

"you can't decide what's best for someone else."

"i guess i should've told you."

[waters-bane]

“Just making sure that you didn’t die spontaneously. Who knows, maybe you got killed during a mission in which I wasn’t there to babysit our resident little butterfly and you’ve taken to haunting me because what better things would you have to do. Vengeful spirits aren’t too fun.” The excuse is ridiculous, even to the wraith saying it as the the incoherent drivel rushes out of his lips.

He closes his eyes for a moment and purses his lips together, completely disbelieving of the fact that that was the best he could come up with - so unusually frazzled - the bite almost completely gone from his tone. He can’t make sense of any of his actions.

Nolir picks up the pace almost immediately after.

There were too many things that he was all to eager not to dwell on, and he could do that much better when they entered the tavern, grateful - for once - for all of the chatter. The hand around Vanimóre’s wrist is quickly retracted as Nolir walks off to a table in a corner off to the side, expecting Vanimóre to follow.

“Come on. Try not to loiter so much.”

— @angbandsgeneral

“ what do you mean my disguise looks ugly? I think I actually look quite dashing. what, is it the two eyes? ” glowers vanimóre as he purses his lips. what was melkor thinking? putting both of them, of all people, on a stealth mission?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ── ˙ ˖ ❖ ❜᭡ ( @angbandsgeneral )

“Saying that you look ‘dashing’ would imply that you know what looking good is in the first place.” Nolir looked the Maia up and down, the judgemental raise of his brow matching the mocking half smile that he adorned.

“Maybe your vanity is the reason that I’m stuck with you. Melkor can’t afford having you get distracted by a mirror, but I suppose all of that metal serves the same purpose.” He could tell that the Vanimóre was just as put off by the idea of the two of them on a mission together - a stealth mission, no less - as he was and who was he not to take the chance to make a jab at the general? “You can act as a crystal and immediately alert everyone to our position.”

[waters-bane]

Nolir rolled his eyes, ignoring the fact that he had overlooked the fact that Vanimóre adored those bright little bugs of his. “The fact that water drakes don’t like you has nothing to do with me. Perhaps they’d stop trying to eat you if you weren’t so insufferable. And didn’t do everything on a whim.”

He attempted to make the conscious decision to ignore the comment on his hair but the, “Maybe we should find a seamstress to sew your mouth shut instead,” leaves his lips despite himself, hand coming up to press a finger against the Maia’s lips to shut him up before he’d even realised what he was doing.

He tried to justify himself but nothing that made any sense came to mind and so he doesn’t allow himself to dwell on the action. Instead, his hand shoots down to grab Vanimóre’s wrist, turning his back to him as he leads the Maia to where he makes an educated guess that the tavern is amongst his mind spinning.

“Let’s get you placated quickly. The less time we spend getting this done, the less time I have to be around you and if we’re lucky, then we’ll find the elf there as well without running into any complications.”

— @angbandsgeneral

“ what do you mean my disguise looks ugly? I think I actually look quite dashing. what, is it the two eyes? ” glowers vanimóre as he purses his lips. what was melkor thinking? putting both of them, of all people, on a stealth mission?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ── ˙ ˖ ❖ ❜᭡ ( @angbandsgeneral )

“Saying that you look ‘dashing’ would imply that you know what looking good is in the first place.” Nolir looked the Maia up and down, the judgemental raise of his brow matching the mocking half smile that he adorned.

“Maybe your vanity is the reason that I’m stuck with you. Melkor can’t afford having you get distracted by a mirror, but I suppose all of that metal serves the same purpose.” He could tell that the Vanimóre was just as put off by the idea of the two of them on a mission together - a stealth mission, no less - as he was and who was he not to take the chance to make a jab at the general? “You can act as a crystal and immediately alert everyone to our position.”

[waters-bane]

ROLEPLAYING REMINDERS. --

a LOT of the time, I see a literally everyone exhausting themselves to write. they lose sleep, they turn in assignments late, or just genuinely aren’t taking care of themselves. you’re doing GREAT, but here are a few reminders that EVERY roleplayer should know ;; 

please please take a break. every few minutes after you do a few replies ( ESPECIALLY long ones dear lordy ) don’t be afraid to stop and take a break for a bit. letting your mind REST helps it not wear out so easily, so not only can you get more done, you can also not exhaust yourself !! 

water is great and you probably need some. go get yourself a glass!!

whatever is going on ooc where no one can see behind that screen, don’t ever feel bad. real life is supposed to come first no matter what. the roleplayers that genuinely understand are the ones you wanna keep close!! don’t let ANYONE make you feel bad

do not feel guilty about late replies 

seriously. don’t. 

that person that plays the same muse as you ??? they might be super duper wonderful, but so are YOU!! different portrayals are what make roleplaying unique. don’t compare yourself to others. instead, embrace the individuality!! 

and finally, remember that this is for FUN. if anything is ever stressing you out chances are you shouldn’t be doing it, so be sure not to put too much pressure on yourself. this is a HOBBY, not an OBLIGATION. 

[waters-bane]

For a moment, Nolir is glad that his heart doesn’t beat for it certainly would have sped up and his cheeks surely would have flushed, neither thing something that would have gone unnoticed by the general. He doesn’t manage to catch the fact that the general was still very much calling him pretty.

The image of Vanimóre’s face so close - so scrutinising - was still painfully clear in his mind even after his thoughts had caught up to him. “And I might have to test your theory on fish and bugs myself.” It’s spiteful and burning on his lips as he ignores the painful brightness in his vision.

He assures himself that it were only surprise that had his eyes widen.

He finds relief in the fact that the rest of the trip to the town is short. “You know, it might do you some good to exercise some patience; butterflies have dangerously short lifespans and willingly throwing itself into every possible idiotic scenario might get it killed.”

It’s not as dark as either one of them expects it to be when they arrive. “So do we make an actual plan and follow it this time or do I do this myself again and hope that you don’t light this entire place ablaze?”

— @angbandsgeneral

“ what do you mean my disguise looks ugly? I think I actually look quite dashing. what, is it the two eyes? ” glowers vanimóre as he purses his lips. what was melkor thinking? putting both of them, of all people, on a stealth mission?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ── ˙ ˖ ❖ ❜᭡ ( @angbandsgeneral )

“Saying that you look ‘dashing’ would imply that you know what looking good is in the first place.” Nolir looked the Maia up and down, the judgemental raise of his brow matching the mocking half smile that he adorned.

“Maybe your vanity is the reason that I’m stuck with you. Melkor can’t afford having you get distracted by a mirror, but I suppose all of that metal serves the same purpose.” He could tell that the Vanimóre was just as put off by the idea of the two of them on a mission together - a stealth mission, no less - as he was and who was he not to take the chance to make a jab at the general? “You can act as a crystal and immediately alert everyone to our position.”

[waters-bane]

muses who are typically very steady. going a little bit feral because the people they love are in danger 💖

[waters-bane]

Nolir gave a slight wince at the jab and leaned away from the nail that came to poke sharply at his cheek which was perhaps the only reason that he didn’t laugh at the General’s reactions, unfazed by the threatening glow of his eyes and the way that his lips pulled into a scowl.

He knew it would be a bad idea to respond again, but he’d been telling himself that since the moment that he’d met the general and he was no closer to paying that thought any mind.

And he had no intentions to do so either.

“Oh, was that a compliment? You should do that more; it would be more accurate directed at me than yourself.”

He had no intentions of letting the general react this time, more than happy to have him simmering in his annoyance, and quickly cuts in as he continues ahead. “Just follow me. If we follow the water systems, then maybe we’ll have a chance of getting there with your ego still intact.”

— @angbandsgeneral

“ what do you mean my disguise looks ugly? I think I actually look quite dashing. what, is it the two eyes? ” glowers vanimóre as he purses his lips. what was melkor thinking? putting both of them, of all people, on a stealth mission?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ── ˙ ˖ ❖ ❜᭡ ( @angbandsgeneral )

“Saying that you look ‘dashing’ would imply that you know what looking good is in the first place.” Nolir looked the Maia up and down, the judgemental raise of his brow matching the mocking half smile that he adorned.

“Maybe your vanity is the reason that I’m stuck with you. Melkor can’t afford having you get distracted by a mirror, but I suppose all of that metal serves the same purpose.” He could tell that the Vanimóre was just as put off by the idea of the two of them on a mission together - a stealth mission, no less - as he was and who was he not to take the chance to make a jab at the general? “You can act as a crystal and immediately alert everyone to our position.”

[waters-bane]

“I doubt that. I’m certain the water drakes would hate to eat you and you can usually see their preferences to be fairly similar to that of fish.” Nolir pushed down the tug at his gut that threatened to have any source of water in the vicinity barrelling at the general and scowled - his eyes narrowing in a way that would be dangerous to any person who wasn’t the general,

Of course it would be better for the two to get along, Nolir knew that perfectly well. But the fact that they never would was something that Nolir knew even better. He was certain he’d have better luck doing this on his own - completely outside of his domain of power or not.

“They always take well to a new plaything. I’ve always wanted to test if a fairy’s wings would work several feet underwater.”

Now, if only there were a lake near by that he could throw him into.

— @angbandsgeneral

“ what do you mean my disguise looks ugly? I think I actually look quite dashing. what, is it the two eyes? ” glowers vanimóre as he purses his lips. what was melkor thinking? putting both of them, of all people, on a stealth mission?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ── ˙ ˖ ❖ ❜᭡ ( @angbandsgeneral )

“Saying that you look ‘dashing’ would imply that you know what looking good is in the first place.” Nolir looked the Maia up and down, the judgemental raise of his brow matching the mocking half smile that he adorned.

“Maybe your vanity is the reason that I’m stuck with you. Melkor can’t afford having you get distracted by a mirror, but I suppose all of that metal serves the same purpose.” He could tell that the Vanimóre was just as put off by the idea of the two of them on a mission together - a stealth mission, no less - as he was and who was he not to take the chance to make a jab at the general? “You can act as a crystal and immediately alert everyone to our position.”

[waters-bane]

Hey,,,, abt that braiding thing

R u still up for It😌😌

“What are you holding?”

There’s a short pause as Nolir eyes the various bright contraptions cautiously but eventually lets out a sigh, quickly turning his back to you and seating himself on a bench. Unfortunately, he couldn’t resist the temptation of being introduced to new contraptions - at risk of his hair or not - and he flicked his hair over his shoulder.

“I’ll indulge you, but Vanimóre is not to hear a word of this.”

[waters-bane]

“ what do you mean my disguise looks ugly? I think I actually look quite dashing. what, is it the two eyes? ” glowers vanimóre as he purses his lips. what was melkor thinking? putting both of them, of all people, on a stealth mission?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ── ˙ ˖ ❖ ❜᭡ ( @angbandsgeneral )

“Saying that you look ‘dashing’ would imply that you know what looking good is in the first place.” Nolir looked the Maia up and down, the judgemental raise of his brow matching the mocking half smile that he adorned.

“Maybe your vanity is the reason that I’m stuck with you. Melkor can’t afford having you get distracted by a mirror, but I suppose all of that metal serves the same purpose.” He could tell that the Vanimóre was just as put off by the idea of the two of them on a mission together - a stealth mission, no less - as he was and who was he not to take the chance to make a jab at the general? “You can act as a crystal and immediately alert everyone to our position.”

[waters-bane]

|| Nolir, Sea’s bane ||

Name —

Nolir (male presenting)

Minél (female presenting)

Nicknames/ aliases —

Sea’s bane

Morënén (Blackwater), occasionally Úcalimanén (Murky water)

Falmarin (sea-fae)

Gender —

Fluid

Sexuality —

Pan demisexual

Age —

Unknown - immortal

Species/ kin —

? Partial wraith - assumed to be Maia due to cloaking

Abilities —

Mana manipulation, his mana grants him the ability to communicate and influence sea monsters such as water drakes who dwell in deep water to do his bidding as well as breath and survive underwater, something that is unknown to seemingly everyone save for Vanimóre.

It also grants him the ability to more easily cloak his nature, especially from beings who are able to manipulate pure mana, possibly on accounts of his mana being partially corrupted. It does not, however, allow him to change his appearance aside from between the one that he normally takes and a more female appearance which he also frequents, likely also attributed to his only partially corrupted mana and weaker control over any sectors that do not relate to the sea and those that reside in it.

Weapon —

He usually relies largely on his mana but it almost equally adept with a sword or dagger

Affiliation —

Vanimóre

|| Appearance ||

Height —

7’8

Eyes —

Black with a blue-ish tint to them and permanently wide pupils on account of having adapted after centuries to living in deep water.

Hair —

Long, black hair - once again with a slightly blue-ish tinge to it - usually kept in a high ponytail while he keeps a part loose in front of his left eye.

Other —

His skin has an almost blueish green tinge to it - as if he was a drowned corpse that’s only just about been revitalised - and there are a few stripe-like markings on the back and sides of his neck as well as his back and upper arms. He usually wears clothing that covers his neck and most of his body in various shades of blue-grey or black, with the intention of bringing as little attention to himself as possible at all times.

The stripes create actual indentations in his skin whenever he is in water and his teeth all sharpen as well, skin also gaining a more obvious green-blue tinge.

His eyes having naturally wider pupils causes him a few issues in lighter areas and his eyes are often only half open to prevent himself having to squint to prevent the light from hurting his eyes.

His appearance stays largely the same between his male and female forms but he looks more human in his female form, the stripes and greenish tinge gone from his skin and his hair and eyes look slightly more brown than blue-ish black.

Face claim — He Xuan (TGCF)

|| Personality ||

Very dismissive of most things and very often annoyed with everything and everyone that surrounds him, there are very few positives that most people would use to describe him other than the fact that he’s very intelligent and calculating, studious even, as he spends much of his time holed up in the library or study whenever he’s not needed for anything else.

Nolir’s dismissive attitude is seen to border on cruel and he is horribly disloyal, more than happy to watch everything burn so long as it benefits but doesn’t negatively affect him though he takes no pleasure in causing harm unnecessarily. Something that he refers to as a waste of time and energy.

He’s very easily agitated, especially when on land and surrounded by the living. He isn’t, however, quick to lash out - almost lethargic in that sense and unwilling to do much other than leave the situation. This seems to only be the case when he is under the impression that Vanimóre would hear about any time that he lashes out and is rather unwilling to be near him when in his presence. This dislike for the general translates to a tendency to cause as many problems for the general as possible and disagree with him every chance he gets, constantly at his throat.

Without such restraints as the general, his anger is more easily sparked and he lashes out very, very easily on accounts of his constant simmering annoyance. This is often times verbally as, due to his intelligence, he’s very easily able to pick up on minute details about a person and take advantage of them - though he isn’t so great with emotional cues - and the fact that he’s very judgmental and doesn’t like to keep his mouth shut unless it’ll cause him any long term issues.

|| Background ||

A being close to a wraith and yet not so corrupt as to be considered one, Nolir doesn’t actually recall what his life was like before he presumably died, only ever feeling a vague sense of belonging when deep underwater or surrounded by scolls and books in a library or his study. He resigned himself to spending several centuries in the depths before coming to the shore and meeting Vanimóre who was able to sense Nolir’s nature.

He fled before returning several decades later where he found Vanimóre waiting for him, the Maia having been keeping tabs on him for reasons unknown to Nolir. Much more adept at cloaking himself now but not so much that the Maia didn’t recognise him, he was forced into loyalty with the threat of having his nature exposed, knowing that there would be no way that he could protect himself in the event of this happening.

An assumed to be maia of an unknown origin, little is known of him to other beings other than he had had no connection with any of the Valar nor the Ainur, something that no one was able to understand the cause of though it is something that was attributed to several centuries in which he was assumes to have been ‘trapped’ in the depths of the sea from the moment that he arrived in the world.

Very few are able to get anything out of him as he so seamlessly managed to integrate the story that they had all fabricated for him into his life. He is seen to be unwillingly attached to Vanimóre who was the one who recommended him to be given a position monitoring the activity of water drakes and overseeing any ships and naval activity to account for Melkor’s lack of control over the domain. However, Nolir himself has no loyalty of any sort to Melkor and stays only to ensure that Vanimóre doesn’t reveal anything that the two agreed would be kept between them if he was to join their forces.

Other than the blackmail that Vanimóre had to use against Nolir, he was also indebted to the general for covering for him whenever he needed to return to the sea on accounts of him not being suited for the land and unable to stay on land for longer than a few months. Despite knowing that it would put him further in debt as Vanimóre would have to expend more time into overseeing Nolir’s duties as well as his own while Nolir was gone and having to deal with Melkor’s displeasure in Nolir’s stead, he would often leave for longer than necessary, deepening his debt every time.

He took little part in any form of politics and put in only minimal effort when it came to threats to Melkor, even after his fall. After Vanimóre fled to Valinor, he returned to the sea in the hopes that he would never have to see the Maia again, too paranoid and insecure and knowing that they both had all too much to resolve between the two of them and yet neither one being willing to address it. From there, left the sea only to enter Valinor as Minél on occasion to keep tabs on Vanimóre where she met Amaurë and the prince’s attendant, Linnadis.

|| Relations ||

As a general rule, he has very few positive relationships what with knowing that the only reason that he’s still alive was because no one knew that he was at least part wraith. At least, no one who would kill him immediately for it

Vanimóre — (@edensrose’s oc)

Nolir despises him for blackmailing him and more so for being such a constant annoyance to him. There is no one that he could ever hate being indebted to more and yet no one he trusts more with his life, something that bothers him greatly and often prompts him to distance himself from the general

Amaurë — (@edensrose’s oc)

Nolir tolerates him the most of all of the Ainur and most Maiar. He finds his presence calming in a way that infuriates him and the way that he is adored so widely would have induced jealousy in him perhaps a few centuries before he actually met him. He knows him only through observing Vanimóre on occasion to ensure that he isn’t trying to seek him out

Linnadis — (other oc)

He thinks him overly excitable but finds himself respecting his loyalty to the prince of Valinor likely because he shows no loyalty himself. He’s annoying but easy to get along with, even if he was borderline forced into a friendship with him by his incessant nagging and his presence constantly appearing in his life

Melkor —

Like with all of the other Ainur, Nolir is indifferent to his existence. He knows that he has no chance against him but has no form of loyalty or care for his cause.

[waters-bane]

Of course the pictures come out weird on the info post 😑

[waters-bane]

|| Nolir, Sea’s bane ||

Name —

Nolir (male presenting)

Minél (female presenting)

Nicknames/ aliases —

Sea’s bane

Morënén (Blackwater), occasionally Úcalimanén (Murky water)

Falmarin (sea-fae)

Gender —

Fluid

Sexuality —

Pan demisexual

Age —

Unknown - immortal

Species/ kin —

? Partial wraith - assumed to be Maia due to cloaking

Abilities —

Mana manipulation, his mana grants him the ability to communicate and influence sea monsters such as water drakes who dwell in deep water to do his bidding as well as breath and survive underwater, something that is unknown to seemingly everyone save for Vanimóre.

It also grants him the ability to more easily cloak his nature, especially from beings who are able to manipulate pure mana, possibly on accounts of his mana being partially corrupted. It does not, however, allow him to change his appearance aside from between the one that he normally takes and a more female appearance which he also frequents, likely also attributed to his only partially corrupted mana and weaker control over any sectors that do not relate to the sea and those that reside in it.

Weapon —

He usually relies largely on his mana but it almost equally adept with a sword or dagger

Affiliation —

Vanimóre

|| Appearance ||

Height —

7’8

Eyes —

Black with a blue-ish tint to them and permanently wider, oval shaped pupils on account of having adapted after centuries to living in deep water to the darkness and light refraction.

Hair —

Long, black hair - once again with a slightly blue-ish tinge to it - usually kept in a high ponytail while he keeps a part loose in front of his left eye.

Other —

His skin has an almost blueish green tinge to it - as if he was a drowned corpse that’s only just about been revitalised - and there are a few stripe-like markings on the back and sides of his neck as well as his back and upper arms. He usually wears clothing that covers his neck and most of his body in various shades of blue-grey or black, with the intention of bringing as little attention to himself as possible at all times.

The stripes create actual indentations in his skin whenever he is in water and his teeth all sharpen as well, skin also gaining a more obvious green-blue tinge.

His eyes having naturally wider pupils causes him a few issues in lighter areas and his eyes are often only half open to prevent himself having to squint to prevent the light from hurting his eyes.

His appearance stays largely the same between his male and female forms but he looks more human in his female form, the stripes and greenish tinge gone from his skin and his hair and eyes look slightly more brown than blue-ish black.

Face claim — He Xuan (TGCF)

|| Personality ||

Very dismissive of most things and very often annoyed with everything and everyone that surrounds him, there are very few positives that most people would use to describe him other than the fact that he’s very intelligent and calculating, studious even, as he spends much of his time holed up in the library or study whenever he’s not needed for anything else.

Nolir’s dismissive attitude is seen to border on cruel and he is horribly disloyal, more than happy to watch everything burn so long as it benefits but doesn’t negatively affect him though he takes no pleasure in causing harm unnecessarily. Something that he refers to as a waste of time and energy.

He’s very easily agitated, especially when on land and surrounded by the living. He isn’t, however, quick to lash out - almost lethargic in that sense and unwilling to do much other than leave the situation. This seems to only be the case when he is under the impression that Vanimóre would hear about any time that he lashes out and is rather unwilling to be near him when in his presence. This dislike for the general translates to a tendency to cause as many problems for the general as possible and disagree with him every chance he gets, constantly at his throat.

Without such restraints as the general, his anger is more easily sparked and he lashes out very, very easily on accounts of his constant simmering annoyance. This is often times verbally as, due to his intelligence, he’s very easily able to pick up on minute details about a person and take advantage of them - though he isn’t so great with emotional cues - and the fact that he’s very judgmental and doesn’t like to keep his mouth shut unless it’ll cause him any long term issues.

|| Background ||

A being close to a wraith and yet not so corrupt as to be considered one, Nolir doesn’t actually recall what his life was like before he presumably died, only ever feeling a vague sense of belonging when deep underwater or surrounded by scolls and books in a library or his study. He resigned himself to spending several centuries in the depths before coming to the shore and meeting Vanimóre who was able to sense Nolir’s nature.

He fled before returning several decades later where he found Vanimóre waiting for him, the Maia having been keeping tabs on him for reasons unknown to Nolir. Much more adept at cloaking himself now but not so much that the Maia didn’t recognise him, he was forced into loyalty with the threat of having his nature exposed, knowing that there would be no way that he could protect himself in the event of this happening.

An assumed to be maia of an unknown origin, little is known of him to other beings other than he had had no connection with any of the Valar nor the Ainur, something that no one was able to understand the cause of though it is something that was attributed to several centuries in which he was assumes to have been ‘trapped’ in the depths of the sea from the moment that he arrived in the world.

Very few are able to get anything out of him as he so seamlessly managed to integrate the story that they had all fabricated for him into his life. He is seen to be unwillingly attached to Vanimóre who was the one who recommended him to be given a position monitoring the activity of water drakes and overseeing any ships and naval activity to account for Melkor’s lack of control over the domain. However, Nolir himself has no loyalty of any sort to Melkor and stays only to ensure that Vanimóre doesn’t reveal anything that the two agreed would be kept between them if he was to join their forces.

Other than the blackmail that Vanimóre had to use against Nolir, he was also indebted to the general for covering for him whenever he needed to return to the sea on accounts of him not being suited for the land and unable to stay on land for longer than a few months. Despite knowing that it would put him further in debt as Vanimóre would have to expend more time into overseeing Nolir’s duties as well as his own while Nolir was gone and having to deal with Melkor’s displeasure in Nolir’s stead, he would often leave for longer than necessary, deepening his debt every time.

He took little part in any form of politics and put in only minimal effort when it came to threats to Melkor, even after his fall. After Vanimóre fled to Valinor, he returned to the sea in the hopes that he would never have to see the Maia again, too paranoid and insecure and knowing that they both had all too much to resolve between the two of them and yet neither one being willing to address it. From there, left the sea only to enter Valinor as Minél on occasion to keep tabs on Vanimóre where she met Amaurë and the prince’s attendant, Linnadis.

|| Relations ||

As a general rule, he has very few positive relationships what with knowing that the only reason that he’s still alive was because no one knew that he was at least part wraith. At least, no one who would kill him immediately for it

Vanimóre — (@edensrose’s oc)

Nolir despises him for blackmailing him and more so for being such a constant annoyance to him. There is no one that he could ever hate being indebted to more and yet no one he trusts more with his life, something that bothers him greatly and often prompts him to distance himself from the general

Amaurë — (@edensrose’s oc)

Nolir tolerates him the most of all of the Ainur and most Maiar. He finds his presence calming in a way that infuriates him and the way that he is adored so widely would have induced jealousy in him perhaps a few centuries before he actually met him. He knows him only through observing Vanimóre on occasion to ensure that he isn’t trying to seek him out

Linnadis — (other oc)

He thinks him overly excitable but finds himself respecting his loyalty to the prince of Valinor likely because he shows no loyalty himself. He’s annoying but easy to get along with, even if he was borderline forced into a friendship with him by his incessant nagging and his presence constantly appearing in his life

Melkor —

Like with all of the other Ainur, Nolir is indifferent to his existence. He knows that he has no chance against him but has no form of loyalty or care for his cause.

[waters-bane]

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[waters-bane]

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