yes he was canceled today. i think it goes deeper than solely bc they think he’s ugly but it’s part of it lol.

honestly valko and the team who worked on him deserved better. the announcement came out of nowhere and the timing was really off. a lot of people were expecting a main story update in july as it’s been over 500 days since caleb’s main story update and even longer for sylus i think. (so people are upset their main LI isn’t getting their story meanwhile they’re releasing a new LI).

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Tagged in by @janzoo hello thank you :3 Not going to tag anyone in, but if you see it and want to play go for gold 😅

First things first: my girl 🥰

Quick Facts

Height: 183cm (min height gang rise up! but not too high. We're gonna need a ladder 🤔)

Age: As at HW she is 30.

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pros:

Very clever - had she been born into wealth she would probably be a heralded scholar. As it stands, she's worked and studied hard to make a life for herself.

To wit, very self-sufficient.

Very protective of the young and idealistic - she's not herself an idealist - but will go to bat for them every time.

Very amiable, is generally considered well liked.

A talented alchemist. Will try to reverse engineer complicated alchemical creations just for funsies.

Has the biggest, saddest, wettest eyes you ever did see.

Has a cat named Miette (a la, "La Cité des Enfants Perdus." She is leetle crumb.)

Cons:

Outwardly is very congenial, but keeps her true thoughts buried deep inside. She was an angry youth with a hot temper, and learned very well to to hide those feelings that might get her into trouble.

She's very cynical and distrustful, stemming from her upbringing in the Brume. She's afraid to be genuine with people and balks at genuine affection. You want to get close to her you're going to have to peel her many onion-like layers very carefully.

Prefers to be in control of a situation. Will happily tease and flirt in a non-serious way, but if things should get too real... she is not comfortable with emotional vulnerability.

Gets sick very easily. Does not have a good constitution due to a terrible illness suffered as a child, that took out a number of people in the Brume (including her parents).

Related, she does not like to be dependant on people. Has trouble asking for or accepting help when she needs it.

Hates the cold. Absolutely miserable in cold weather.

Neutral:

Bisexual disaster. But then, who among us is not thrown for a loop when confronted with dazzling, gender-neutral cleavage immediately at eye level? (there are many benefits to being a minimum height elezen 🤔)

Is generally good at keeping her cool despite this, but genuine displays of affection do make her very flustered - especially when it's someone who's good opinion she quietly cares about.

Night owl.

On that note,

fancy pose for a fancy outfit

send me a character

*prints out this ask and tapes it to my wall directly above my monitor so I can look at it always*

And so help him if Lambert decided to fuck around with the plan by being a dick he was going kill him. Legitimately just rip the rest of his hair off.

Fortunately for Lambert he’d played nice for a change. If you considered “nice” nearly blowing up a still and decorating the hall with the most colourful rags he could find. He’d been given liqour and decor duty despite the bard’s protests and he seemed to have taken to the task with a little more zeal than anticipated. Still, it wasn’t bad.

“Eskel! Come try this brew, think I’m on to something!” Lambert greeted him, pouring a shot without waiting for the answer.

“I’ll be the judge of that” he replied, knocking the cup back. “Lambert what the fuck did you put in this?” He coughed.

“Some kitchen spices.”

“Why?”

“Why not? Think it adds some kick! Not my fault you’re a little bitch.” He grinned, pouring a second glass for them both.

Eskel took the refilled glass and drank it properly this time. Against his better judgement it actually wasn’t horrible. “Kind of tastes like medicine…”

“The sinus clearing kind?”

“The pour me another kind” he said handing his cup back.

“Yeah I’ll pour up later, you’re dripping deer all over the floor. The floor I just cleaned.” Woops “Get outta here and go make us some dinner. Old man is in the kitchen already.” He said, waving him off and finding a rag.

Eskel continued from the hall to the kitchen, slamming the deer onto the table. Vesemir looked up from his work.

“Sizeable beast, should do the job nicely” He commented, chopping up vegetables for a roast. “Better get to work cleaning it.”

“I will, could use a fuckin regular drink after whatever Lambert’s calling his latest creation first” he replied, pouring himself some ale before removing his gloves and getting to work.

It took hours to completely break down the deer and get it stored. Vesemir commandeered the cuts he needed and shooed him out so he could get himself cleaned up before dinner.

Eskel detoured through the hall and swiped a bottle of Lambert’s liqour. He hated to admit it but it was pretty good, strong, unique. Lambert actually might have been on to something after all.

He crept passed Jaskier’s room, Geralt throwing him a desperate look before the bard regained his attention. He’d been given the unenviable yet extremely important task of keeping Jaskier out of the way. Specifically out of Lambert’s way. They didn’t need another stabbing because the bard had “just a few creative suggestions”.

He’d offered to help Jaskier choose an outfit for that evening. Looked like that had evolved into Jaskier helping him find an outfit as well. Eskel shot him a grateful look and got away without Jaskier noticing him.

Soon enough he’d gotten cleaned up, changed and made his way down to the main hall again. Their guest was about to arrive and dinner smelled like it was on the table.

Reentering the hall he was greeted by the sight of full cups (they’d never survive the night), a full table (a good base for the drinking at least) and an exhausted, well dressed Geralt. Lambert looked like he’d had a change as well and found the dress he’d “borrowed” from Yen. Vesemir had donned his hat and cleaned up, placing a dish of roasted parsnips on the table.

Lastly he frowned at the banner that had been hung across the fireplace;

Happy birthday bitch! Janice!

Lambert could say goodbye to the rest of his hair.

Baaaaaaby....Shark! doo doo🎶

Thanks for asking!

Finally, after all those stupid finals, I'm finally free to do something with my "inbox debts" :D

Here he is!

(why do I still have a feeling this DOESN'T look like him? 😅)

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