#jorven

It was about time to give Jorven a new outfit! And why not give them a bit of holo?

Jasmine was exhausted. There was no other way that she could put it.Her short blonde hair had been scraped back into a messy ponytail and her black mascara was a smudged mess around her weary eyes. Yet another day being mentored by Holby's very own matriarch had taken its toll, not that she cared to admit it of course. She felt almost as if a flurry of patients had been prodding and poking at her body all day rather than the other way around. It had seemed like it was her own heart going under the knife.

The door of the apartment she shared with flatmate Morven seemed like long-awaited bliss in comparison to the bustling corridors of AAU. Normally, Jasmine craved the excitement and constant work that her job brought but right now she was glad to have been persuaded to go home. Her keys jingled in her hands as she attempted to muster the last remnants of energy she had to unlock the door rather than just stand there staring at it like she had been doing for the previous ten minutes.

Upon entering the flat Jasmine couldn't help but  feel a slight pang of disappointment as she realised Morven was still on shift and wouldn't be home for another few hours yet. The dark haired vibrant girl lit up the flat. Jasmine could always count on her warm laughter to bring a smile to her face even when she was on the brink of passing out from exhaustion. If only she could admit her feelings for her flatmate, Jasmine pondered, she would never need caffeine again. Even in her absence, Morven could be found in every inch of the place; from the photos of her and Arthur on the windowsill to the gigantic eclectic cd collection the girls shared and even in the mustard yellow blanket she had left on the sofa getting ready in a rush this morning. The blanket was Morven's favourite and like last night she often fell asleep nestled in it whilst watching some sort of documentary the subject of which Jasmine could never quite remember. Jasmine's contribution to the flat of the other hand was not quite so homely and was mainly remnants of uneaten takeaways that she had neglected to throw away.

Plonking herself down on the lumpy secondhand sofa Jasmine recalled the long shift she had just completed. Everything these days seemed like it was just one long blur. She had admitted defeat and missed out on the operation she so had been longing for just because she was too tired. Disappointment couldn't properly describe how she felt even though she knew that it was the right thing to do.Even she couldn’t power through the wave of exhaustion that she had been drowning in since she was placed under the watchful eye of Miss Campbell.

After a day-long break, the sixth poll (out of the 8 in the first round) is here! This one is pitying two very different characters against each other- Let me present them!

Jorven Sylbatell is a chill person amidst the chaos: Raised in the streets as an urchin, they have fought to make a name for themself as a bard, and now does that for a living. They ended up in a polycule with Mythannae and Yden: They were far too aware these two were in love, but let them sort it out. For 48 years.

The Onirist is a stark contrast to the sweet, colorful Urion we know: Brainwashed and broken, they ended up turning evil and hiding their identity behind a big red X, up until the party recently discovered their identity. Despite everything, they have stayed polite and sweet- Even when they have barely been in control. Endless angst with both, Yxala and Relent.

Lil sketchy of Jorven, tiefling bard, in a fairly ridiculous shirt I saw yesterday! With an extra bonus doodle of Yden kissing Jorven

It's not often that I finish drawings like these, but I've been a lot of shippy art of late! In great deal bc of @loafdog s influence. She also helped with the pose!

little scene between Mythannae, my tiefling artificer/wizard PC, and Jorven, his partner (w-well, one of them ‘cuz tiefling polycule) the tiefling bard!