#arkkyn

This is the AT and Arkkyn one. Will write the AT and Vale one soon too!

“things you didn’t say at all”

Jorindae

Battle Intro: "This should be fun." Victory: "Done already? You lasted about as long as Five-Second Fafnir." / [Shrugs and smirks] "'Guess this one goes to me." Defeat: "Tougher than you look..." Requesting assistance: "Hey. Just doin' all the heavy lifting here. Don't mind me." Assisting your muse: "If you say 'pretty please,' I might even throw in a kiss.” Taunt: [Bends forward at the waist, hands on hips, and smirks] “Am I gonna have to come over there and get'ya?” Reacting to Taunt: [Doubles over laughing] "I like this one!" ✘ Bonus battle theme: Mother (wait until it picks up near the end) or Strength of a Thousand Men

Arkkyn

Battle Intro: [Fumbles with his pistol] "Oh, gooseberries! Are you certain we can't solve this civilly?" Victory: [Adjusts goggles] "Did we win...?" Defeat: "I-I wasn't good enough... I'm sorry..." Requesting assistance: "P-Pardon me, but some assistance would be most helpful...! Please...?" Assisting your muse: “Not to worry, soon you'll be right as rain!” / "Y-Yes, all right, hang on, I'm coming!" Taunt: "You are no match for the Iron Legion!" [Squeaks] "... maybe...?" Reacting to Taunt: [Blushes] "W-Well, there's certainly no need to be crude is there...?" ✘ Bonus battle theme: Manta Squadron

Odile

Battle Intro: "As expected from simpleton, no manners at all. Have at you!" Victory: [Preens and inspects her fingernails] "What did you expect from a Leroux?" / [Tosses her hair over her shoulder] "Go on now, get!" Defeat: "N-N-No! No more... Please!" Requesting assistance: [Stomps her foot] "Peon! Come over here and do it RIGHT NOW!" Assisting your muse: “This is all your fault, you know!” Taunt: [Turns her nose up] "What an absolute mongrel you are." Reacting to Taunt: [Crosses her arms and glares] "How dare you!" ✘ Bonus battle theme: Queen Aparoid or Chop!!

Vale

Battle Intro: [Winds his shoulder] "We doin' this? All right!" Victory: [Bows with a sweeping gesture] "Thank you, thank you!" Defeat: "Haha... You got me, sweetheart..." Requesting assistance: (To Rhei) "What's a guy gotta do to get some help from his best friend over here? Get naked? I'll do it, you know..." / (To Forsythe) "This is your time to be a hero! Help me out here!" / (To women) "Hey, sweetheart, wanna do me a favor?" / (To men) "Could use a hand, bro!" Assisting your muse: (To Rhei) "Damn, you look like shit. You can hug me later." / (To Forsythe) "I know you've been working out, but trust me on this one, okay?" / (To others) “Just tell me where to put my hands, yeah?” Taunt: [Winks] “I know more than one way to play rough, darling." Reacting to Taunt: [Beams] "Ooooo, feisty!" ✘ Bonus battle theme: Storm and Fire

and

Bonus: Wilhelm

Battle Intro: "Hoo." Victory: "Hoo." Defeat: (Nobody has any record of Wilhelm defeated) Requesting assistance: [Tilts head] "Hoo?" Assisting your muse: “Hoo!" Taunt: [Narrows eyes] “Hoo...” Reacting to Taunt: [Scratches under wing] "Hoo." ✘ Bonus battle theme: All I Do Is Win

And to my friends who have been wondering where the hell I've been, AUGH I'm sorry for disappearing, life got shitty, and it's still a bit shitty, but less shitty than before I'LL FINISH ALL MY WRITINGS AS SOON AS I CAN AAAAAAAAA

A GROUP FULL’A MISFITS!

Vale

42. Would your OC ever prank anyone? Who?

Abso-freggin-lutely. I don’t think anybody would be safe from Vale’s prank wrath, even complete strangers. But he’s definitely more likely to continually prank those he’s put his 100% complete faith in, particularly Rheier, Forsythe, and his sister.

Arkkyn

9. Is appearance a big deal to your OC?

Yes and no. Arkkyn is covered in ash and soot nearly 24/7; he’s not at all bothered by this, as it’s generally unavoidable when he works over the forge, but when the time calls for cleanliness, he’ll try and keep himself as neat as possible. He’s also rather self-conscious about how scrawny/skinny he is.

Odile

26. Does your OC tend to hoard junk?

Wanted to try writing an underused pair! SHAG ME SHALL BE PUT ON HOLD FOR ANOTHER TIME—

Now, the world can be an unfair place at timesBut your lows will have their complement of highsAnd if anyone should cheat youTake advantage of, or beat youRaise your head and wear your wounds with pride

"Ambling Alp" by Yeasayer

It’s no secret that Arkkyn is ridiculously self-conscious and doubtful of his own abilities. He’s scrawny, anxious, and overly sensitive. Not to mention he’s been anything but welcome in the career path he’s chosen to immerse himself in. Certainly he has bigger dreams, but they are swiftly squashed in the dirt by those more aggressive than he. It’s a wonder he hasn’t already been eaten alive in a world filled with dragons, beasts, constant destruction, and seasoned warriors.

“Brother—“

Arkkyn shrieked so loud, high-pitched and shrill, he nearly tossed his tongs into the air, smelting and all.

Pintur recoiled in alarm, raising his hands to protect both himself and his former mender from any harm. “Arkkyn! Calm yourself, it’s only me!”

Arkkyn whirled around wildly, red hot tongs still in hand, and Pintur was very glad he had put such a distance between the two of them. “Brother!” Arkkyn exclaimed before realizing the walking safety hazard he was and clumsily dunked his recently fired ingot into a vat of water.

The younger sylvari barely suppressed his laughter. “Sorry. I was passing through the area and I thought I would pay you a visit.”

Arkkyn pushed his safety goggles up, soot and ash comically stenciled around his eyes. “I see that. This is my free period; I hadn’t expected the company.”

“Sorry,” Pintur said again with a smile. “I only meant to say hello. I hate to leave as suddenly as I came, but I was only passing by to check in on you. Let’s plan a day where we can spend more time together, all right? Take care, Arkkyn.”

Arkkyn reached out a gloved hand to Pintur’s retreating form. “Wait!”

He stopped and looked back to the former mender, who was removing his work gloves. “I’ve been meaning to give you this the next time we met. Just a second—” Arkkyn hopped away from the forge and dove headfirst into a pile of knick-knacks and weapon parts that looked far too sharp for someone of his physique to be carelessly plunging into. After tossing aside a metal box, some unfinished wooden shafts, an endless supply of cogs, and a rifle barrel, he emerged with a small bundle wrapped in a grease rag and twine. He held it out to Pintur. “Here you are! I made this with some extra materials, and I thought it would help you in your travels.”

Pintur looked to the bundle curiously and unwrapped it, revealing a brand new pistol.

In truth, there was nothing spectacular about it: a long, slender iron barrel, perhaps too slender and weak for the charr to appreciate, a wooden grip, a non-intrusive trigger guard, and minimal ornamentation.

The longer he stared at it, the more fidgety Arkkyn became. “Well, you see, I didn’t exactly have the funding for the best raw materials, so I had to make due, and there may have been some miscalculations during the firing process and— Oh by the Pale Tree, you hate it, don’t you?”

Pintur shook his head and holstered the new pistol. “I didn’t say that. Thank you, Arkkyn. I’ll put it to good use.”

Arkkyn relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. “R-Right. I hope it serves you well.” He added shyly, “… You’ll watch yourself out there, won’t you?”

01. Full name: Arkkyn

02. Best friend: Probably Pintur

03. Sexuality: Heterosexual, finds all races attractive

04. Favorite color: Yellow

05. Relationship status: Single and stupid

06. Ideal mate: Somebody kind, patient enough to deal with his bouts of self-doubt, yet firm enough to push him to action

07. Turn-ons: He’ll never admit it, but blowing in his ear

08. Favorite food: Omelets of various types

09. Crushes: He’ll get the occasional “crush” on anybody that strokes his ego enough, but they never last for long

10. Favorite music: Folk tunes

11. Biggest fear: Discovering that his existence is negligible, and there may be no place for him on Tyria after-all

12. Biggest fantasy: Being renowned as an honorary member of the Iron Legion

13. Bad habits: Forgetting to take off his work gloves and getting soot on everything he touches

14. Biggest regret: Believing that his calling in life was something he had to discover and settle on straight away

15. Best kept secrets: Despite how sensitive he is, he will never cry in front of others — sometimes he will continue working alone over the forge while softly weeping

16. Last thought: "Increasing the fuel intake of the chamber should cause it to—" *BOOM!* "—Oh, brambles!”

17. Worst romantic experience: Once, when Arkkyn was still a mender, he received a love letter from one of the saplings he was overlooking. She was newly sprouted, and it was very obviously a school girl crush, but Arkkyn mistook it for exceptional kindness and essentially said he reciprocated the feeling. Later that night, he realized just exactly what the letter meant, and those that witnessed the event would say he looked very much like a deer in headlights. He had to ask another mender to take over his duties for a week because he was too embarrassed to show his face until then.

18. Biggest insecurity: Overall, he does not truly believe he is good enough for anything

19. Weapon of choice: He’s a pacifist, but when push comes to shove, his aetherized pistol— purchased, not hand-crafted, fortunately

GW2CDM 30 Days of Prompts

5. Have they had problems in the past with their diversity?

Jorindae - At times in the past, Jori found her faith in the Spirits wavering. If they were silent to her, then why was she still following them to the ends of Tyria? This was usually followed by another visit to the shrines to beg the Spirits for forgiveness of her momentary weakness.

Arkkyn - When he first arrived at the Black Citadel, Arkkyn was met with laughter, and immediately shunned for wishing to join the Iron Legion. Though he did not think joining the Iron Legion would be simple, he was very surprised at the callousness of his welcome.

6. Do they have problems now with their diversity?

Jorindae - Well, I mean besides the fact that she still can't transform? Her faith in the Spirits has become much more concrete; their voices have become clearer in her dreams, though she still cannot fully understand them. She still does her daily prayers, and lately, she's been praying for another, not just herself.

Arkkyn - Though he still certainly does not fit in, some of the charr have gotten used to the skinny green sylvari that follows them around. Some probably still treat him as a pet, sure, but some are sympathetic, and hope he will one day open his eyes to reality.

7. Do they have a loved, family member or close friend that supports them?

Jorindae - HAHAHAHAHAHAA.

AHAHAHAHA.

Ha.

Okay, seriously. Jori has a mother, father, and half-brother, and she doesn't have the best relationship with 2 of the 3. Her relationship with her half-brother Halvdr is very, very strained, and the two are far happier believing the other does not exist. Jori finds her mother overbearing and avoids her when she can. Her father is probably the only one she has a good relationship with in her immediate family, but she also avoids him when she can, if only to hide any shame she has, which he can see right through.

Because of all this, she has a very skewed view of what a "family" really is. This was actually the cause for her to break up with her first mate; he wanted to have a big family, and she realized that their futures would not match.

The closest she has to support are her owl, Wilhelm, and a human named Oliver; however, Wilhelm usually goes the "tough love" route with her, and she has not been 100% truthful to Oliver. Regardless, she has reached the point where she has accepted him completely for who he is, and will forgive any wrongdoings he may do. She prayers to the Spirits on his behalf daily.