7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?
Honestly, roughly around Forsaken era Aryn's inner motivations were slightly the opposite of what they are now. I used to think of her as a wholly selfless character, whose danger was in pursuing the salvation of humanity at any cost to herself, but I eventually realized I didn't like that very much. Over time, I started recontextualizing her story and eventually realized I made a hard pivot to the other way around lol. It's better this way, I think, although maybe not for Aryn or her friends or anyone else in the whole world
23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?
Hmmmmm I thiiiink Aryn's problem is less in expressing emotions, and more so in expressing them in ways that are healthy. She does that thing where she makes her feelings everyone else's problem, throwing her grief and anger at anyone in range, and then crying about it when people do anything other than just meekly accept that the conversation is now and forever about her.
I would say grief. I don't think Aryn has the tools to process everything she's lost in a healthy way, so she projects it all onto this heroic fantasy where she's the center of the universe and everyone who lost or suffered or died were ultimately side characters there to advance her character development. It's the only way it makes sense to her.
24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they made those choices?
Being honest. I think the alternate universe where Aryn would be happiest is the one where she WASN'T the Hero of the Red War and maybe Knot had that job. In THAT timeline I think Aryn could have theoretically been convinced to go to therapy :D
Slightly to the left of this question, I sometimes think about Modern AU Aryn, who I think is a personal trainer/struggling poet who gets really into crystals and ghost-hunting.
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It was a difficult thing to admit. So, she didn't. Not to anyone; not even to her own Ghost. Though Orion had seen worse in her heart before than that.
People did notice, of course, that she still bore some of his golden gifts. A weapon with purple emboss, its origin having slipped her mind, made several Warlocks at the HELM glare at her until she brought it to Banshee to have it disassembled.
She mourned it as he took it apart. Its gleaming components were no longer any different than any of her other ones. She did not say a word.
"So many Guardians taken in by a monster," Zavala said at a strategy meeting. "Most have renounced him, of course, but the fact that it happened at all..."
"The treasures of the Leviathan have lured many a stout mind," Ikora cautioned. "And not just among Guardians. Power is always tempting."
Aryn nearly broke the HELM transponder as she listened. Her hands longed to punch something.
They didn't understand... though maybe that was a good thing.
"I saw it from the beginning, of course," one triumphant Hunter proclaimed at a bar one night. "Calus was rotten to the core. I called it, didn't I? I said, right after the Red War..."
Her words dissolved into a chorus of agreement from her friends. Aryn drank and tried not to listen.
"My father poisons his words to draw in the unwary and deluded," Caiatl said, another night, over her comms.
"I don't know," Crow said, as the infestation of the HELM grew more severe. "I think... there will always be people seeking power. And Calus was willing to give it to them. I can't really blame them for not seeing through it."
Aryn tried her best not to say anything. She dealt more cards for a game neither of them really knew how to play.
"I just... want to think I'm better than that, now," he continued.
Aryn begged him to understand with her eyes, but as Crow averted his gaze and drew, she thought she had never been more angry in her entire life.
What must it be like, she wondered? To leave monstrousness in your past, your greatest problem people confusing you for someone you weren't anymore?
She could confirm that the other way around sucked. Other people holding on to the image of a magnificent hero, averting their eyes from who you were now.
Maybe there was an Aryn who could have agreed with him, but she was gone. She died in the Red War, maybe, when she lost her fireteam, her home, her... anonymity.
And it was Calus who picked her up again. Who assuaged all doubt in her mind.
She had asked him, one night, why it was her and her alone the Traveler had picked to save the Last City.
Why, he said, surrounded by the bright and infinite treasures he rained upon her, because you deserved it. You deserve all of this, and more.
Okay, she thought now, feeling the egregore choking the hallways of the ship and Crow's concerned eyes on her.
The Guardianâs muscles screamed in protest as she made this final pivot; the Witch Queenâs body crashed onto the turf.
âNo,â SavathĂťn gasped, voice loud but frail.
Aryn stood, and beheld her fallen, worthy enemy.
âIsnât this interesting?â she asked. âI miscalculated. But so did you, Guardian. So protective of your Traveler, you wouldnât let me keep it safe.â
Aryn shook her head. âYou didnât have to...â She drew in a breath, like the last gasp of a dying woman. âWhy did you have to fight me?â
SavathĂťn grinned, skull-like, death pall already beginning to hang over her. âYour offer was very interesting,â she wheezed. âI was... almost tempted. You are so earnest. So guileless. You remind me of someone, you know.â
The Hive god gestured upward, almost a gesture of tenderness, like she was trying to cup her dearest opponents face in her hand one final time. Aryn readied her gun and her Light.
âBut the thing is,â SavathĂťn whispered, âI just donât trust you.â
Her fist curled up. Open hand and Trojan Horse, all in one. The barest flash of Void Light sparked in the Witch Queenâs hand, soon dissipated.
âSome advice, dear heart, if you are to survive whatâs coming; you really shouldnât trust people like me, either.â
âIf you had lied to me,â Aryn said, âI would have believed you.â
SavathĂťn laughed. Pain cracked her voice and her carapace, where the sudden motions tore open wounds Aryn had inflicted.Â
Then, gone.
Immaru hovered above the Witch Queenâs corpse.
Orion was already speaking. âGuardian, quick! Before he gets away!â
But whatever else she was, however she had fallen, how her friends and allies now thought of her; Aryn was no slouch.
In the first flash of light, she had jumped atop SavathĂťnâs corpse. By the time Immaru squawked, ready to transmat away, the wretched thing was already in Arynâs grip.
His shell moved in futile circles. His eye narrowed at her as Immaru tried for a few frantic seconds to escape.
Then, quiet. The Ghost stopped moving. The world stopped moving.
âOh, look,â he said, suddenly bored. Defeated. Tired. âItâs always you, isnât it? Why canât you leave well enough alone, ya big damn hero?â
Aryn glared down at him.
âI always wanted to meet you,â Immaru said. âIn the old days. You wouldnât happen to have time for an autograph, would you?â
The Ghost trembled with rage. The depth of hatred he felt for Aryn was unbelievable. It staggered her, to see something so vile come from something so familiar.
âCâmon now,â Immaru sneered. âYou know what you have to do, yeah? Hurry up, now. Some of us got places to be.â
Aryn looked up at Orion, who hovered, worried, bobbing slowly in the air with feeling. They met each otherâs gaze and something passed between them, though Aryn knew not what.
Immaru did not acknowledge Orion. His hateful gaze was reserved for Aryn alone.Â
âWhy did you choose SavathĂťn?â Aryn asked.
ââCuz I did. âCuz itâd make you mad. âCuz she doesnât ask me stupid questions.â
Aryn felt a pit in her stomach. She looked up at the Traveler above, and asked it a silent question.
She received no answer. Or maybe... she did. That pit in her stomach wasnât despair. She knew what she had to do, but didnât know if she had the strength to do it.
She released Immaru.
âNO!â Orion cried out.
Immaru looked up at her. Aryn couldnât tell what he was thinking, because soon after the Traveler was glowing.
She looked up again, feeling the rays of Light like rain on her face. Did I do the right thing? She asked again. Have I made you proud?
Then, the Traveler was gone. So was Immaru.
âNo,â Orion said. âNo, no, no... Aryn, what did you do?â
âI...â How to explain it to you, friend? How do you not already understand? You, of all Ghosts?
Ikoraâs voice crackled over the comms. âGuardian!â she said. âI just got the message. The Traveler is back in the Last City. Is it done? Is SavathĂťn...?â
Arynâs mouth was dry. She didnât know what to say, what to do. âSheâs dead,â she said.
She looked at Orion, and the look the Ghost returned to her was broad and deep.Â
âGuardian?â Ikora prompted uneasily.
Orion spoke. âThe Witch Queen is dead. But, her Ghost...â
She looked at Aryn, who braced herself. If today she faced judgment, at least this time it would be for something she could be proud of.
âHer Ghost... got away,â Orion said.
Aryn closed her eyes, and imagined she could feel the Light on her skin again.
Arynâs normal look (which I am dearly fond of) vs what I put on when I really, absolutely, must punch everything in the room to death (which I am also dearly fond of)
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Not reallyyyy... I imagine her with a deeper-than-average voice, though. Someone did an AMA on r/casualiama (basically the r/mildlyinteresting of AMA subreddits) just titled "Woman with a deep voice" and posted audio of her responding to various comments sounding really chilled out. I'd probably cast her if it came down to it.
2) Who is your OCs best friend?
Knot! She loves Knot. They were both newly-raised Guardians picked up by Morna during the Taken War. Aryn loves Morna, too, but Morna sometimes reminds her to fill out her reports or do her laundry or something so the relationship is different.
As for Orion... theoretically, she IS Aryn's best friend. Hands down. No one else does as much for Aryn as she does. But Aryn took her for granted for quite a while, which Orion isn't wholly blameless for; she does NOT know how to set a boundary with a newly created godling. I think, post-TFS, Aryn does a lot of reflecting on that relationship now that it's gone.
15) Do you see your OC ever retiring? Do you see them making it?
I really do <3 It's hard to say retire, since really I think of her fate post-TFS as the beginning for her, not the end. (Past is prologue!) But I don't think there's anything wrong with Aryn that can't be fixed. There are relationships broken beyond repair, damage done that can't be put back the way it was... but I think Aryn eventually finds a way to live in the world again, better than before. You can't really say "normal" about a being composed entirely of Light, but she finds a new normal.
The putting her in Situations will continue, however, indefinitely.
I love the subtle difference between arynposting (lowercase) and arynposting (uppercase).
HEEHEE thank you anonymous Aryn fan. Sometimes you need to yell ARYNPOSTING as loud as you possibly can, and this is something you can do during literally any real life circumstance