#oc eamon

These are my Original Characters for the game The Arcana by Nyx Hydra! (Finally)

 First off, we’ve got Beatrice Sana. (28) She’s a 6’0 stick full of sarcasm and a tragic angsty backstory. 

Being an ex mercenary she comes off brooding and mysterious, but she’s a trickster who loves pranks, especially since she’s an ice mage and can make snowballs to throw at people from rooftops. She has copper eyes, and stick straight brunette hair that fades into copper at the ends. There’s a cool looking scar that runs over her left eyebrow and it continues down her cheekbone.

She absolutely has no chill when it comes to social protocol, since she grew up breaking practically every law you can think of. 

Beatrice might not look like it, but she’s a lover and a hopeless romantic. Call her out on it and she’ll pretend to be mad. (She’s not mad at all and actually flattered anyone would think she’s attractive but you didn’t hear that from me) Despite her tawny skin being riddled with scars, she’s got a crooked grin that brings nothing but mischief and fun. Her name means bringer of joy and laughter is her favorite.

She hasn’t always been the cheerful prankster she is now, however. Her past is dark and she hates learning about it.

She was abducted from her home in Prakra when she was 10 and forced to be a mercenary after a sketchy magician took her memories from her. She didn’t know her name and was simply called Mage. When she turned 23, she met Lucio, who helped her escape her captors, only because he liked her skills (having no morals as a memoryless slave, she made for a ruthless killer) and she joined his crew until he became the count. She was a “law enforcer” of Vesuvia under Lucio’s orders until the whole fiasco with his death went down and she lost her memories…again.

She does NOT like Valerius. She has a little war going on with him, where she will steal his wine supply and gives it to her friends. (She doesn’t drink since she doesn’t like losing control of her powers) 

Her familiar is a blue nosed pitbull, named Risus. She loves that dog and he’s the goodest boi around…unless he sees Julian. Then he chases the tall cinnamon roll for fun.

So, she’s figuring out how to be a normal person, is more blunt than she should be, and won’t let anyone she considers a friend get hurt, if she’s got any say in the matter. It is advised that one stays on her good side. Beatrice has lots of potential, just needs some good influences around her. 

Now more about Eamon Frode. (27) A skinny 5′11 ft softy who looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll.

Eamon is a total sweetheart. Hates fighting, but could out think anyone around him. This freckle covered man has hazel eyes and can use telepathy to his advantage. He was a child prodigy and left his home in Vesuvia to go to a specialized school of learning in Prakra when he was about 7. Since then he has soaked up knowledge like a sponge, and can usually be found with his nose in a book. 

Since meeting Beatrice, he has taken it upon himself to teach her the educational things she never got to learn while in captivity. (she even tried to write his name in cursive and only sort of messed up!) His nickname is mushroom since his hair is ash brown and reminds Beatrice of mushrooms. 

His name means Protector of riches, which he considers the riches he protects are all the facts he has collected over his life. Ask him anything and he will most likely go on a long tangent about the history, mechanics, and semantics of said question. (Boy is too smart for his own good sometimes. If there is something he doesn’t know about and you bring it up, prepare to be interrogated.) 

Although he is kind, and loves all animals and everyone, if anyone tried to hurt him or those he loves he will stand his ground. 

Eamon will become flustered with just about anyone. He is pansexual and absolutely a mess who has no idea how to flirt. (like…at all) Although if someone could get past his awkwardness, he is a cuddler and kind of clingy but not TOO clingy. He is an amazing cook, btw, and he will be like a second mother if his significant other is not eating well. 

This precious soul is smart, loves yoga, and kind of adopted a sugar glider on an expedition one day who became his familiar. He named her Sweets, since where he found her was in his bag chomping down on his dried mango slices. (Those are his favorite things on the entire planet) Eamon cried when he saw Faust chasing his little gal, and has since made sure Faust is on good behavior when Sweets is around. (Faust thinks it is a game and make our poor boi worried)

He returned to Vesuvia to further practice magic with Asra, who he has fallen head over heels for. Eamon needs friends too, and someone to help Beatrice stay out of too much trouble. 

*cracks knuckles*Do I? Yes. Yes, I do.  Ember belongs tothe awesome @asksenthegarbagefren

- Eamon LOVES to cuddle. Big spoon? Little spoon? You’vegot it. He is 100% good with either if he can snuggle with Ember.

-Eamon loves listening to everything and anythingshe says. She could say “Oh, I saw a ladybug today.” and this dork would be absolutely smitten.

-He loves to run his hands through her fiery curls.He will steal any chance he can to sit and braid her hair. It is one of hisabsolute favorite things to do.

-It doesn’t matter how much taller she is than him,he loves it. He doesn’t hesitate toget up on his tiptoes while cupping her cheeks in his hands to litter his fave fire giant’s face with kisses, especially on the corner of her lips to get her to smile. (Girl is awhopping 7’4” and he is only 5’11”) <3

(I wrote this forever ago, sorry I forgot to post it, but here is something soft and sappy, since I love these two! 😍) Sév is an angel and belongs to @fawnsummer

“I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”

Eamon’s hazel eyes fluttered open, as he finished the only vision he’d welcomed during the night, since his oracle powers had surfaced as a boy. The only vision that didn’t leave him in a cold sweat and screaming or scared through the night. No, this vision was sweet, leaving him calm, happy, excited even!

It had been years since this vision had graced his mind, but he was certain there was a reason for seeing it now.

He sighed contentedly, looking down at the smaller person draped over his torso peacefully. Eamon began brushing some of Sévérine’s hair away from her face, as she slumbered against his chest. His eyes traced over her soft features; simply watching the rise and fall of her chest with every breath, the upward quirk of her lips as she dreamt, had his thoughts wondering.

Never had he felt so close to someone before, never had he imagined being able to have a connection run this deep with someone.

This beautiful woman in his arms, was smitten just as much with him as he was with her. Magically destined to meet, so to speak. Eamon had envisioned meeting someone important, someone with pure white hair, someone who would hold the other half of his soul. Until now, he had not been able to recognize the person in the vision, yet tonight he had understood what they had said to him, who they were.

“Sévérine.”

Sévérine made him feel complete, matching the vision that had blessed his dreams since he was a child, so exactly, it made him feel butterflies in his stomach and a spark of magic every single time they touched.

The accidental brush of fingers as he helped show her how to cast a new spell, her warm hugs, and when they kissed- oh when they kissed- fireworks of dark and light magic burst behind his eyelids.

Exhilarating, their love was absolutely exhilarating.

She stirred slightly, nestling her face against his neck as she stretched in her sleep, before relaxing in his arms once more. Blissful, perfect snowy lashes kissing the tops of her rosy cheeks.

I shall deliver the angst, anon! 

“Beatrice…” Eamon whimpered, taking her freezing hands inhis own. Hazel eyes slid to the arrow stabbed through her abdomen. This wasn’treal, it couldn’t be. No. This…is just a nightmare!

“I’ve just got to wake up!”

Eamon began grumbling to himself, his sleeves becoming hishandkerchief.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up- “

He yelled to himself, everything going dark as he shut hiseyes tightly, until a sudden sharp sting on his cheek scared him senseless.

Opening his eyes, Eamon found himself in bed, screaming intothe darkness with someone standing next to him. The diminishing hand print fromwhere they had slapped him drew some of his anxiety away, but the vision hadhim frightened.

Her hand was deathly cold in his own, he had tangibly feltit! His visions had not felt that real since he was a child. There was littleto reverse the course of time in realities that clear.

He was so caught in his own horror, that the person who’dslapped him was now shaking his shoulders and that wasn’t registering to him at all.

“HEY! Wake up, Eamon! It’s me, Trice!”

Beatrice bellowed as she knelt by his side,cupping his face in her hands to make him focus. She’d never seen anyoneinconsolably sobbing because of a dream like this and it made the mage worried.

Eamon began trying to calm his hysteria, but threw his armsaround Beatrice, holding her as close as he could in the meantime. Her heartwas elevated, but it was real as it thrummed in worry against his touch.

“W-what’s going on?! Are you alright?”

She almost sounded demanding, but her tone was concernedlike that of an older sibling.

“You’re alive, Trice! You’re okay!”

He cried against her shoulder, fighting through a few moresobs. Beatrice opened her eyes wide in confusion but returned the hugawkwardly. When was the last time she had even received a hug? Asra had huggedher before a few times, she supposed, but not like this. Not like the worldcould continue spinning again from a simple touch.

Beatrice sat stunned for a few moments, unsure of what tosay in a situation like this.

His hot tears were falling onto her shoulder like smallwaterfalls, branding her skin like iron. The trembling frame beneath her wasnothing like the polite angel she was used to. Why was he like this? What waswith his exclaimed words just now? Beatrice didn’t like this compromise ofcharacter at all.

“Yeah. I’m right here. I’ve got you,Alright? I’m not going anywhere.”

It was strange to have someone care about her.Beatrice didn’t know this feeling. It was...nice; different, only she wished itwasn’t at the cost of her best friend being in such a state for her toexperience this. 

Eamon slowly collected himself, at least enough that he couldspeak through his sniffling.

“I had a nightmarish vision of the potential future. I getthem sometimes and they can be glimpses of actual realities to come, but….inthis one you died, and I lost you. I don’t want it to be real! Trice, I can’tlose you! I can’t!”

She was grateful he couldn’t see her face, because unusualtears pricked at the corners of her eyes. For the first time…someone wantedher to live?

From moment one, Eamon had taken her into his circle offriendship. Protecting her from herself in more ways than she cared to admit.

Now, he needed comfort and had a sorry excuse of anunderstanding person there for help. Shutting her eyes, she willed away hertears, trying to be strong while holding him closer.

Eamon hiccuped, letting his breath hitch as he felt herstroking his hair soothingly. He’d never known she could be gentle like this,but he leaned into her embrace regardless.

“I won’t ever leave you behind, I promise. You’re the onlyfamily I’ve got, Eamon.”

Emotion choked at her tone, but she wasn’t lying; when shepromised something it was absolute. The scholar closed his eyes with a sadsmile.

☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?

Beatrice: Says she is allergic to salad, but she just hates it. 

Eamon: Only to bees. 

💕: Does your muse have any crushes?

Beatrice: “Who tf would like me? N-no one! Pff.” (this stubborn child…we’ve got to find her some lovers yo.)

Eamon: “Oh! Yeah at the moment my biggest crush is Sévérine.” *begins blushing with a happy grin*

★: What is your muse’s zodiac?

Beatrice: Capricorn? Trice doesn’t know her actual birthday, but celebrates Jan 13. *shrugs*  

The babe, Sévérine, belongs to talented @fawnsummer 

Sévérine stood speechless as she watched her magic flourishover the sky above themselves. 

Black tendrils danced like waves through thenearby treetops, gently, enticingly. No one was getting hurt, nothing wasgetting destroyed from her powerful magic.

It was a beautiful sight.

“Don’t be afraid, give it your all! The protection ward willchannel your abilities.”

Eamon’s father, Conrad, encouraged whilst pulsing more ofhis own magic into the ward surrounding her at the same time as his son. A wall of silver sparkling magic flashed around hermomentarily with a loud hum, signaling that it was time to test out the true extentof her control. 

Sévérine closed her eyes to focus, letting out a shakingbreath. Her heart hammered uncomfortably in her chest and a light sweat began marring her brow as sheincreased the amount of force behind her powers.

“Here goes nothing!”

She whimpered to herself, holding up her hands, moving themin patterns to increase the spell she was using. If something went wrong,people could get hurt, but she wanted to trust the people who believed in her. 

Trust in Eamon’s confidence in her.

Weeks of rigorous training had all lead up to this, soSévérine let go of her reserves and felt the blast of energy emitted from herpale fingertips.

The air was alive, electric, darkening the entire traininggrounds as though it was the dead of night. She cracked open her hazel eyesnervously, to see her powers completely stable for once and at such a large scale.

“T-this is incredible!”

Sévérine sputtered in disbelief to herself, seeing herpowers like this was breathtaking. 

The only light available was the silverlight from the ward, showing the billows of dark magic swirling around thetrees, contained only by the force-field over their heads. 

She could feel everything her magic touched; from the flapping of confused bird’swings, to the individual heartbeats of both Eamon and his father. Never had shefelt more alive than in this moment.

After a minute, her magic began to dissipate like smokepulled by the wind, slowly letting the sunlight back into the yard in thick dazzlinglyradiant beams. She turned to the others and let out a squeal of pure excitement. 

“Did you see that?!” . 

“You did it, Sev!”

Eamon cheered in victory, grinning from ear to ear as he ranto wrap her in his arms. 

Sévérine let out a surprised yelp as he swept her offher feet; spinning them both in circles enthusiastically. He finally set her back down,cupping her cheeks between his hands as he captured her lips in an eager kiss.

( I know you asked this forever ago….sorry fren. Life has been kicking my trash, but we good!) 

Beatrice walked barefoot through the sand searching for her runawaypet. The beach was his favorite place to play at, but it was time to get going and he hadrun off hours ago without coming back.

She put her fingers up to her lips to elicit a loud whistle,until she heard familiar laughter behind herself along with the sound of a lowbark.

“S-Stop, stop! You are such a trouble making baby, stop!!!”  

“GET HIM BOY!”

Copper eyes glanced back to see two of her favorite peopleplaying with her familiar Risus and what seemed to be quite a large dog shecouldn’t place while starring through the sunlight.

Once she drew closer, she could see Eamon gigglinguncontrollably, as he was pinned under the large gray Pitbull happily lickinghis face. Egg seemed to be instigating the attack, rolling off the large backof his pet Cocoa from laughing too hard. The crocodile closed her eyes contentedly,basking in the remaining sunshine.

“The dogs are not babies, you are aware of this, right?”

Beatrice scoffed seeing Egg’s head pop up with a look of playfuldefiance, barely visible over the croc’s tall scaly back.

“Nu uh! They totally are, Trice!”

He protested, hopping right up onto his beloved “dog” with acontented sigh. Cocoa hissed almost as though she was agreeing. Eamon managedto sit up finally, as Risus ran to her side while barking excitedly to greethis master. Mushroom colored curls and sand stuck to his freckled face, butthat didn’t seem to bother him.

“Beatrice, you always call Risus your baby! Why can’t we?”

The mage chuckled with a shrug, watching Egg and Eamon highfive victoriously. She silently scratched under her dog’s chin, as he rubbed against her hand affectionately; enjoying a second of peaceful bliss. 

A light breeze filled the air with the scent of salt water and the setting sun painted the sand in brilliant shades of orange and pinks. Taking a deep breath Eamon plopped down next to Egg on the large crocodile’s back, looking absolutely carefree. Calm.

Regardless of semantics, Beatrice was happy to see her friends smiling so untroubledand relaxed. Who would ruin this kind of fun with logic?