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Sol was born in the ocean (he prob also has siblings, but I'm still considering this). So, the thing is, he was born mute, but he still can hear and properly understand other's speech, so he communicates either with notes (that is not always convenient, bro lives in the ocean there are not so many surfaces where he can write), or with sign language (I thought about what if merfolk have their own sign language like different countries has theirs lol).
Because of his muteness he had pretty few friends back in his childhood, but he was able to focus on anything better than other mers in his age, and it was one of not so many pros in his "feature".
He's willful and bad at expressing emotions, but pretty smart and chill in general. If we're talking about his job for now, he is like one of royal guard, I think. That's kinda why he has that harpoon-like coral weapon with him on the ref. (Fun fact: this harpoon wasn't even planned, I just couldn't find a good position for his hands for the first time when drawn him😭)
Bekas minds basically being a small hotel for her inhabitors whom are inside her literal soul.
Rebekah always managed to save them before they died, so they're in that awkward state of limbo.
Alex: the "kill kill stab" mindset of the bunch, unlike Elissu.
Null: the reason. The "okay wait, lets stop and think before we do that".
Elissu: the true muscle, calculative but rather anti-social, often only coming out to fight or eat.
They can appear, however, only in digital tabs or mirrors. Attempting to touch them in tab form would make the tab dissipate. They can not be touched in mirrors unless by Beka, who may be attempting to hide in her body at times.
Beka is the host who feels bad for keeping people who were on the brink of death inside her, but after a bit of reassurance, she often doesn't dwell on that feeling.
How Alex got in is unknown to the group as Null was forced to not look at the time, and He refused to share what happened that day.. whether it be guilt or just his insufferable ego.
The InHabitors have a mild advantage to the hosts body, via they can stretch her out at times when she "switches minds." (<- incorrect term. At least to her). Null can do this a lot more often due to him being a bit taller than beka by a few inches, Elissu is a bit smaller so she often limps and/or sprains something when in the body.
Alex is off limits when it comes to the switcharoo.
Can we see more of your oc Aeshma? I have a carnal need 🫠
It took me years to develop this character and his lore. I first created him back in like 2013 when I started drafting Helpless. He started off as some psychotic side character in older versions of my work, but quickly became one of my favorites. He has a huge role in my series. He's so much more than an arrogant demon of chaos and war. I think Aeshma has the most depth out of all my characters. Plus, he's not bad to look at❤️🔥 unfortunately I don't have any of my first drawings of him, but I hope you're happy with what I do have.
Where he's from:
A Persian kingdom in the pit of wrath called Khadah. He leads a large army of vicious demons under Satan.
Some facts:
He's 7'4"
His accent is evident, but even more so when he's pissed off.
Speaks fluent Farsi and several other languages.
He pretends he isn't sentimental, but he very much is.
His blood is black.
Some of his 🚩
Extremely arrogant and cocky
Doesn't trust anyone
Pyromaniac and cannibalistic
LOVES to stir the pot and watch it boil
Thrives on chaos
Breaks spines first and asks questions later
Aggressively confrontational
Struggles with limited empathy towards humans and angels
Thinks dark chocolate tastes better than milk chocolate
Very stabby
Will hunt you for sport
Gets physically violent if you try to bring up his traumatic past
Some of his ✅
Surprisingly funny and witty. Very dry and dark sense of humor
Protective ™️ (maybe two or three people get to see this side)
Will always tell the truth no matter how blunt it is
Loves animals
Gives incredible hugs and always smells good. (When he's not covered in blood)
Wings, horns, scars and tattoos🫠and a tail🫠
Determined and intelligent
Gifted commander
Devoted and loyal to whoever he believes deserves it
He can reach the shelves you can't but he'll make you beg him
Will offer you a drink if he sees you're deeply troubled
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The Incarnate of Self and The Incarnate of Rot. Two lovers guiding humanity towards a brighter future, willing to lose everything just to achieve their dream.
Not every dream is meant to become a reality though.
After speaking with the Minstrel and attempting to return to the festivities, the fireworks show caught the woman’s attention as she peered up towards the starry night sky.
As her gaze panned up to the painted canvas of the heavens above, she could faintly hear a the song of longing—a hymn sung by the people, to the people, for the people. She remembered this song, one that resonated with her in the olden days of the Calamity some years past.
Where was she during this time amidst the Calamity? It must have been Gridania. She was in Gridania, caring for her late and sickly father while her older brother was on a guards mission with the Wood Wailers in Twelveswood.
His last words, for her to live the life she had desired and to someday reach the vistas of Coerthas that he and her late mother had met echoed in her mind. She remembered the trials and tribulations she had encountered and overcome, that have touched and scarred her heart alike.
This was her answer. It had to be.
“It has to be...” the woman whispered softly, a wistful expression contorting her face.
A familiar figure came up from behind her, a man of wine red hair and heterochromatic eyes the color of night and day. A scar crossed diagonally on his face, from temple to lower chin.
“My lady,” he called, offering a curt bow.
Aria smiled softly. “Rayne, is aught amiss?”
The man shook his head, stepping forward to stand at the woman’s side as he watched the fireworks.
“You have thieved my question, my lady,” her guard replied. “So, I will ask: Is your mind plagued with forlorn thoughts?”
Aria blinked and shifted her attention away from the man, her eyes dimming of the sparkle that it had as she had parted from the group of festival-goers to speak with the Minstrel.
“You are attuned overmuch to my state of being,” she attempted to jest before releasing a sigh. “But you are correct. There are...too many voices within my mind as of late.”
“Such as?”
“The past, the present and the future.”
The man turned his head to eye her before he took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb on the back of hers reassuringly. With the way the two of them are interacting with one another, it would appear as if they’ve danced this dance before, of a protector reassuring their charge of the decisions they’ve made, of the oaths they have sworn and the convictions that have grounded her.
With this, it only took but a moment for Aria to shift her gaze towards the man, an expression with such intense vulnerability and yet was filled with immense trust. In turn, he smiled.
“We cannot change what once was and we cannot hope to know what will happen tomorrow, but I do know this, my lady—with the way that my lady is now and the stories have been recounted by Lord Stryder, I am certain that your sires are proud of how far you have come.”
Aria’s amethyst eyes widened in slight surprised before they relaxed the more she indulges in his words. When comprehension began taking her, her chin tilted downwards and she offered a small stretch of her lips.
“To rise above circumstance...” she whispered.
“To rise above circumstance,” he answered.
With this, and in silence, the two turned their attention towards the sky to watch the fireworks. No words are needed.