#eryuk

☀️- what makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been?

Eryuk’s always been at his happiest when he’s not fighting. He loves anything social - drinking, feasting, festivities and contests. It doesn’t matter if he’s surrounded by strangers; he can move fluidly through a crowd and will offer his company to anyone who needs it. Naturally, the best places to do this are cities and towns, but he’s made many happy memories out on the wild road.

Draenor was the place he was happiest, surrounded by family, by his people and their culture. His best memories were spent in Shadowmoon Valley and Talador, minding the herds on his family’s homelands, and the years where he trained to become a Vindicator. Azeroth doesn’t quite feel like home yet, but it’s fast becoming the world he loves most again. His favourite places are Night Elf lands such as Teldrassil and Ashenvale, along with much of Pandaria and even Northrend, despite its bitter cold.

But in the end, Eryuk cherishes the little things, no matter where they happen. The crackle of a blazing hearth, looking down on the world from the back of a soaring drake, good music being played proudly, the smell of sizzling meat, Haendra’s smile, drunken duelling, dousing himself in a river under a blazing sun, the laughter of hundreds of people at a celebratory feast, teasing his sister Añaris (and being teased in return), the briny smell of the ocean from the deck of a ship as he sails towards some new adventure. It’s all good.

🏡 - Describe your OC’s ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?

If let loose, Eryuk would design himself something akin to a mead hall. The design would be a strange hybrid of Vry’kul and Draenic styles with an emphasis on pragmatism and spaciousness, built with stone for the foundations but mostly made of wood. It couldn’t have been made with the exact same materials as original Draenei buildings. It would be almost metaphorical, embodying older Eredar styles but also representing his acceptance of Azeroth and its role as his new home.

He’d want a long, rectangular central room with enough tables and space to fit dozens of guests (whether or not they’d actually visit is another matter entirely), with at least two fire pits and a high, raised ceiling with rafters and pillars. Good acoustics are a priority. It would be sparingly decorated, mostly with furs and fabrics ready for use, but filled with imagery reminiscent of Draenor’s fauna. Carved into the woodworks would be botani, arakkoa, genesaurs, magnarons, and gronns. Splayed alongside them would be clefthooves, talbuks, elekks, riverbeasts and wolves. The Naaru, too, would be depicted here and there, along with sacred symbolisms of the Light. Each wall and pillar would convey a story, a glimpse into the world Eryuk had loved and left behind.

He’d have an arsenal both for personal use and for guests when their equipment is not needed. The pantry and cellars would always be full. There would be one or two guest rooms as well, always well maintained in case of unexpected visitors. The kitchen is generously-sized, almost designed to be used by multiple people at once, with herbs and plants hanging from the rafters and shelves covering all the walls.

As he had left Draenor with almost nothing, his possessions are scant. In his bedroom, he’d have several storage chests and shelves, mostly filled with miscellaneous items gathered across Azeroth. Memories are scattered about the place - a collection of Draenic crystals that belonged to his family, the horns of a talbuk from his father’s estate, a series of old tomes that he hasn’t read in decades, the collars and harnesses of old pets, and a rumpled banner covered in repairs, patterned with the original icon of Argus, hanging above his bed. There are no paintings, no sketches, nothing left to show what his family looked like, except for a small portrait of Añaris hanging on a wall, its wiry, ramshackle frame encrusted with tiny precious stones. The room would be lit by jewels embedded into the wall, but he still uses candles from time to time, and a Draenic-style crystal fireplace lies opposite his bed. A mannequin for his armour stands in a corner, with tabards collected over the years hanging behind it like a tapestry. And of course there’s a snuggly little nest of cushions and blankets made for his owlkitten, not that she ever uses it. She prefers his Draenei-sized bed.

The “garden” would be the natural grounds surrounding the house. He’d have a training area for sparring and workouts, and a stable for his larger animals, crafted with as much love and attention to detail as his own house.

Eryuk’s hall would be a place of refuge as well as celebration, situated either in Tiragarde Sound, Stormsong Valley, or somewhere equally as idyllic that is reasonably close to civilisation. Everyone would be welcome, everyone would be safe. The only thing that would improve the place any more is if all of his friends shared it with him. It’d be a bit big for one person.

❤️ - What would your OC’s ideal lover be like? Appearance, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be civil war?

Eryuk seeks someone attentive, kind, compassionate, and generous. He’d like her to be skilled and passionate, maybe even artistic, as long as she had focus and drive. He doesn’t have patience for pettiness or materialism. He doesn’t respect unkindness or dogmatism. A cynic would leave him bored and irritated. And she doesn’t need to be loud and brash to prove she’s brave and outspoken. But Eryuk would also love to be tied to someone as adventurous as him, who will accept that he can’t be idle and stand by when disaster happens. Eryuk is so unsettled in his lifestyle, always travelling, always following the shadow of war, that he can barely comprehend having a lasting romance with anybody. His relationships have not always been meaningful; additionally, his long life has meant that they’ve barely left an impression on him. Short, noncommittal encounters are what he prefers for the time being.

There is one friend of his that he has a true and selfless love for, and Eryuk has long grappled with whether or not they are still purely platonic. But recent wars have been keeping them apart, much to his unhappiness. And with no official declarations coming from either party, no physicality between them, and the constant presence of world-ending threats, Eryuk is hesitant to dare hope for something deeper.

Admittedly he used to be rather shallow when it came to appearances, but quickly grew out of it the older he became. He would even be open to a relationship with someone of another species. He’s had feeling of attraction towards non-Draenei before, and would be curious to pursue something with such a person.