what does your muse smell like ?

Arlas very specifically smells like the seventeen hundred lilac bushes he's growing around his church graveyard. Despite being purple he is not lavender scented. He may otherwise smell like 'extremely old Pharasmin church' which is a combination of heavy incenses used in both worship, and to chase away the smell of death.

Depending on your Mirabelle of Choice you get different smells, the Reaper of Reputation smells like a very expensive perfumes; often a blend of vanilla and smoke. Scent version of inoffensive to your senses and attractive. Father Skinsaw does not smell like much of anything on a normal day but if you called him to talk specifically and it wasn't to kill someone, he'd be in the same vein as the Reaper but with added cardamom in it. Grey Master at most just smells what can be defined as. Clean. He doesn't want you to be able to perceive him in any ways, so he's just. Am Clean.

You can unfortunately smell Blackfingers because he smells like the sort of clean that one becomes after scrubbing horribly dangerous chemicals off. He smells like you're about to have a very horribly, agonizingly, bad time.

what do your muse’s hands feel like ?

Arlas has furry goat hands that are rough and calloused from being a grave and groundskeeper and a carpenter, and a bunch of jobs all in one because he's the Only Dude In His Church and he Does Not Have Money To Hire Other People To Help Him. They are very nice to hold though.

The Reaper's hands are very soft and delicate and a little pointy because he loves having claws. They seem like they've never done anything more than just. Touch people, fabrics, porcelain cups, and fine silverware and maybe shuffle the occasional sheet of paper. Skinsaw's hands are horribly rough and marred from his work and the occasional scuffle with someone who he toyed with and decided to fight back.

You would think Grey Master would be the same but he's a burglar with experience and wears gloves so his hands are softer than Skinsaw's but still look and feel like he does a lot of work with them. Blackfinger's hands are by far the worst, they feel like they will never recover from the things he's stuck them in, exposed them to, and had them chewed up by. They feel Fucking Awful and need the worlds most powerful lotions.

what does your muse usually eat in a day ?

Arlas eats a very healthy diet of fruits and vegetables that he can purchase from passing merchants, meat is extremely expensive, and what he can grow. Due to his trip to Barovia, he has developed a taste for shrimp.

Mirabelle eats lavishly. The idol of greed does not accept anything less than the finest and thus makes for the worlds most expensive date. Thankfully, gods do not really need to eat.

does your muse have a good singing voice ?

Arlas is learning to sing and play music but he's. Serviceable. Don't ask him about it, he'll feel bad talking on the matter.

Absolutely no Norg has a singing voice, his investments in the performing arts is recruiting Bards to his faith and having them infiltrate places to do work in his name. The closest you can get is the Reaper being flirtatious with his speech but that's the closest you can get to melodic.

does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks ?

Arlas plays with his holy symbol when he's nervous and chews his lips.

Mirabelle, when alive, used to click his prosthetics when he was Having Feelings. But then he smothered all his emotions, became some sort of either modern legend or demigod, and ascended to proper godhood and is now noticeably lacking in the nervous department of emotions.

what does your muse usually look like/wear ?

Arlas is a little fancy cleric boy as a mortal, he looks like a funny ghost bride as a lesser Avatar of Pharasma post campaign. His clothes are always well kept, he is not.

All four Mirabelle's have drastically different appearances because he's not about to show you his true face. The Reaper often dresses as a trendsetter Taldan noble, often with bright colors that are hard to manufacture to flaunt his limitless stolen wealth. He keeps his hair long and also brightly dyed to continue making that rich impression, currently his hair is pink. Skinsaw dresses more moderately with darker and muted colors, he has long black hair that's been braided. Your quintessential goth gf.

Blackfingers dresses like a librarian, brown hair done up in a bun with a ribbon and always a too night blouse and dark skirt. He will not poison you or do unethical experimentation. Trust him. Grey Master just looks like a blonde guy. Don't worry about him. He has not just walked past you and taken your wallet, he did not just open the door to a house he doesn't live in. He'll dress up if you call on him in person though.

is your muse affectionate ? How so ?

Arlas is affectionate but the very specific brand of 'i will throw my entire life away for you' and 'i'm going to keep a close eye over you with the express intention of making sure i can help you survive and thrive'

The Mirabelle conglomerate is affectionate. You don't want them to be affectionate. Attracting the affectionate attentions of any of the four immediately puts you in a precarious situation because all of them are the same guy that are just split into four distinct individuals; they all share the core greedy desires and need to monopolize and use people.

While they all have different ranges of showing affection, the Reaper is the most capable of Being Normal about it and displaying things is a mostly normal nonthreatening fashion, its the Grey Master that's second normal who often showers his favored in wealth. Skinsaw's affections tend to stray deeply into violence, but he rarely if ever afflicts it on the object of affection but will permit it to be done to himself bc divinity can only be killed by other divinity/outsiders.

Blackfingers is the decidedly worst of them all because him showing you that he likes you is the fact he is letting you continue to live and breathe without agony. He also tends to be the one who flips the most easily from loving someone to deciding it would be perfectly acceptable to horribly poison them.

what position does your muse sleep in ?

Arlas sleeps on his back because he's got horns that make sleeping on the sides Very Difficult. Tiefling problems.

Mirabelle, no matter which one you get, both hogs the entire bed, but also manages to make himself very small and tightly curl up. Shout out to Grey Master who flops on a bed and has to be manually moved by another person to make room for themselves in the bed though. Sorry Cornelius.

could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room ?

Arlas clip clops everywhere. He naturally is not stealthy.

And if you hear any Mirabelle then it means he wants you to know he's there. Most of the time the answer is a very definitive: No.

Sigrid punched another sheep in the head and turned to kick another in the stomach. Was there no end to this? Then again, there were hundreds, possibly even thousands of sheep in the flock. At this rate, she might actually have to call upon her Semblance. Not only were they working together, but unless she was mistaken, they were getting faster and stronger by the second.

“Hah!” The shepherdess cackled evilly. “Did you really think you could get away with stealing a lamb from my flock, evildoer?”

“I told you, I found that lamb wandering in the foothills. I did not steal him.” Sigrid ducked under a flying sheep and then grabbed another by the leg and used it as a club to a third sheep out of the air before hurling it into a fourth. “And can you call your sheep off?”

“Not a chance, sheep thief!” The shepherdess brandished her shepherd’s crook menacingly. “It’s only a matter of time before they wear you down!” She smirked. “And even if they don’t, me and Thunder Horn will get you.”

Sigrid’s eyes narrowed. The ram the shepherdess was riding around on was no joke. From the absolutely massive amount of Aura radiating from him, he must be an Ancient Sheep, a sheep capable of taking on entire teams of huntsmen. “I’m telling you the truth. I really did find that lamb in the foothills.”

“Save your breath, evildoer!” The shepherdess’s Aura flared, and the sheep somehow got even faster and stronger. Was this her Semblance in action? It had to be. “I don’t negotiate with sheep stealers!”

Sigrid took a deep breath. This was stupid. Her Aura surged, and Saviour roared to life.

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“I am so sorry!” The shepherdess pressed her forehead to the ground and then held up one hand. “Please accept this token of my most sincere apologies, Your Royal Highness.”

Sigrid blinked. “Is that… a muesli bar?”

“Uh… it’s all I have with me at the moment.” The shepherdess paused. “Except for like… a hundred lien, but I figured that would come off as insulting.”

“More insulting that a muesli bar?” Sigrid blinked. She had to be hallucinating this. The second she’d revealed her Semblance, the shepherdess had called off her attack. After all, there were only three people in the world with Saviour, and her age made it very clear which one of them she was. Even amongst the Yun, a people renowned for their lack of formality, attacking a princess with an entire flock of sheep was not acceptable.

“When you put it that way…” The shepherdess chanced a quick look up before pressing her forehead against the ground again. “It does sound awful.”

Sigrid sighed. “Please, just get up.”

The shepherdess got up.

“And can you look at me? It’s hard to talk to someone when they’re staring at the ground.” To Sigrid’s relief, the shepherdess obeyed. She was, Sigrid thought, endearing scruffy in a sort of charming way. “Look, you’re not in trouble or anything.”

“I just attacked a princess with my flock of sheep.”

“Yes, and no one else will know if I don’t say anything about it.”

“You’d… keep this quiet?” The shepherdess asked.

“Well, it’s not like you did any damage.”

The other huffed. “Saviour is bullshit. That’s what my parents always told me.”

Sigrid raised one eyebrow. “Saviour is bullshit?”

“Yeah.” The shepherdess nodded fiercely. “Every Yun in the world was raised on stories of how incredibly powerful Ragnarok was supposed to be, so when someone with Ragnarok finally turned up and wasn’t automatically the biggest, scariest thing in the world, people weren’t pleased.”

“Ragnarok and Saviour are evenly matched,” Sigrid pointed out. “Believe me, my family would know. We’ve had three generations to test it.”

“I guess.” The shepherdess nodded firmly once again. “And Ragnarok actually looks imposing unlike Saviour. I mean all those flashy lights and crystals? It’s like you’re a magical girl not a warrior.” She paused as her Ancient Sheep nudged her with one hoof. “Oh. I’m putting my foot in it again, aren’t I?”

“Just a little bit, yes.” Sigrid found herself smiling. “But you wouldn’t be the first person to say that sort of thing to me. My cousin Victoria says that all the time.”

“Victoria?” The shepherdess grinned. “I met her last year, you know. She’s a good, proper Yun if ever I saw one. Sure, she might scheme a little bit more than most of us, but, heck, we’ve been stuck with the Dia for centuries now, and they scheme more than anyone.”

“You know,” Sigrid murmured. “It just occurred to me that I don’t know your name.”

“Ah. Right.” The shepherdess scratched the back of her head. “Oerba Yun Arla.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you.”

“By the way…” Arla asked. “What is your full name? You’re a princess, so you’ve got a really long one, right?”

Sigrid sighed. “Sigrid Claire Iduna Yun-Farron Arendelle.”

“… that’s a long name.” Thunder Hoof nudged Arla again. “Ah, right. I mean… that’s a wonderful name.”

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Author’s Notes

Arla possesses one of the most powerful Semblances in Final Rose, but nobody has realised it yet. She thinks her Semblance is the ability to enhance the power of the sheep in her flock. What her Semblance actually does is enhance the power of anyone her Semblance considers to be part of her ‘flock’. Under the correct circumstances, this can do more than just affect sheep. It can affect entire armies. Because she is a shepherdess and only awakened her Semblance after she started watching over her flock, nobody has realised just how powerful it can be (although an army of super-powered sheep is already absurdly useful). Everyone has assumed it only works on sheep.

Oh, and she ends up marrying Sigrid later. 

Incidentally, the members of the Imperial Flock in Final Effect are jointly descended from Arla’s flock and the flock of sheep Lightning saved. 

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Omg this took so much longer than I was expecting... ;o; But yeah I’m trying to draw all my gw2 characters so here’s my mesmer, Arlas! He’s a minister so he doesn’t go out adventuring a lot these days but he’s one of my oldest/favorite characters. <3

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