#oc witcher

Winter at Kaer Morhen always held the most interesting things happen, the most intriguing events. Zerrin sipped at a mug of warm honey wine, the drink warming his old bones, he didn’t even bother to cover up the yawn that tore out of him. Licking his lips and tracing his teeth with his tongue, the old Bear leaned against a balcony railing that overlooked the training yard, covered in snow but not enough to halt the daily training.

Zerrin watched over the rim of his mug as the Wolf Witcher’s sluggishly moved about, collecting their gear for training, his brow lifting some as he cupped his hands over the warm mug and watched as the White Wolf’s guests now walked into the courtyard.

He watched as the bouncy bard pranced his way into the snow, kicking up the powder in a playful manner towards Geralt’s Child Surprise, the raven-haired woman scoffing loud enough for Zerrin to hear it from his vantage point. Zerrin rolled his eyes, he didn’t like this woman, too serious, too rude, too… everything.

The Bear continued to watch as the bard and the woman began bickering, getting in each other’s faces. The Child Surprise trying to get them to stop but failed to wiggle her way between them, so she ended up calling for Geralt’s help.

The Wolf just sighed heavily and barked at the two to stop, both of them turning a glare towards the Witcher before stomping off in opposite directions. Zerrin snorted over his mug, shaking his head, as he saw Geralt torn to who he should go after before he settled on leading the Child over to the training equipment and began helping her pick out the tools that would work well for her.

“You are up early,” Zerrin looked over his shoulder, smirking at Vesemir as the Eldest Wolf Witcher walked over to him, wrapping his arms around Zerrin’s waist. “I half expected you to be asleep till midday.”

“Mmmm, not yet. Too early yet,” Zerrin groused, turning his gaze back towards the training yard. Both Elders rolling their eyes as the woman’s voice echoed up, her voice pitched high and irritated, pointing angrily at the bard who was sitting off to the side and minding his own business. “Maybe another week or two and I’ll be asleep for hours,” Zerrin teased, laughing when Vesemir poked his sides before slipping next to him and stealing the mug from his hands.

“I miss anything?” Vesemir asked, taking a drink of the wine.

“Nothing much,” Zerrin took his mug back when Vesemir finished his swallow, taking his own drink before leaning heavier against the railing. “Has Geralt always been an idiot when it came to feelings?” Zerrin asked with a tilt of his head, Vesemir scoffed.

“Always. He has the “Witcher’s have no feelings” ingrained in his brain,” Vesemir said with a roll of his eyes and Zerrin laughed, shaking his head.

“Wow,” Both Bear and Wolf looked over the edge to see Geralt standing between the woman and the bard now, guarding the smaller man against the raging sorceress, the bard clinging to the White Wolf with gusto. “It’s a good thing he’s pretty.”

My first drawings in Photoshop ever, I love them so much. I never drew at all, but I really wanted to try. These are my OC for  the Witcher universe.

First one’s name is Appolinaria, and she was a maid in a rich house, then turned to mercenary work and ended up in a deal with the devil. She is calm, thoughtful, observant and deeply sad.

A friend of my previous OC Appolinaria, Brusnika is the daughter of a very wealthy but poorly educated merchant. She is quite ignorant and superstitious, but she has excellent innate intuition. Likes to show off the wealth of the family, appreciates the cost of goods above their quality. Nevertheless, she is very courageous, gentle and sensitive, possesses the so-called folk wisdom.

My Witcher OC Iriadna. When I started drawing her, I planned that she would be a strong human sorceress. But in the process added horns to her, so she looks like she's half sukkub)) She is very bad in politics and about everything that concerns intrigue, she is quite childish and playful. In the society of magicians, she is not welcomed, but because of her contribution to scientific research her opinion is considered.

Terrik was a strange Witcher. He had too much personality, too much energy, and he even helped people to insult him. More often than not, however, because of his outright behavior to jump into helping people insult, they often found a liking of the Manticore and his strange personality, and while most of his school hated that about him there was a part that they just couldn't ignore that made them want to be around the obnoxious man.

Everything Terrik was and did added up to be good karma, evidently, which now explains how the spritely Manticore was soaking in a bath big enough for three people with fancy soaps that made bubbles all across the surface of the water, matting Terrik's hair as he dipped down and resurfaced with a happy sigh.

"Best. Bath. Ever." Terrik said out loud to no one and happily went about washing himself from the grime of the road. He even started humming to himself, taking his medallion off so he could wash the chain and set it off to the side for the moment. He washed his hair, creating even more bubbles, and happily splashed about with them like a bloody child, missing the fact that his medallion had now slipped into the water and was now hidden by the mountain of suds in the bath.

When Terrik reached behind him to wash his medallion and put it back on, he tapped his hand across the ledge where he had left it and lifted a brow as his head snapped around as his hand landed on nothing.

"The fuck?" Terrik leaned over the edge and peeked at the floor, no medallion. He then began to push and pull the suds about in the bath, trying to find it, and he inwardly cursed.

"Great job, Terrik. Drop your medallion in the fucking bath. Dumb ass." Terrik spoke to himself, working the bubbles around as he continued searching. He let out an annoyed huff after a few minutes of looking but still no medallion and he made a face, brow pinched, and sat on his knees for a second.

"Well… No point getting worked up. It's in here. I'll find it eventually." Terrik said and dropped down on to his bottom with surprising force and landed on the exact thing he was looking for.

Terrik yelled out and jumped up in the bath, leaning over the edge and frowned hard. There was a stinging sensation on his left cheek and he reached down to feel what exactly he sat on, his eyes growing wide as his fingers now sat on the edge of the Manticore face that was not partially wedged into his ass cheek.

"Are you fucking kidding me…" Terrik grouched and bit his tongue as he grabbed the medallion head and pulled it free from his skin, making him yelp. He sighed heavily and brought the medallion around, staring at the roaring face, and scowled.

"I guess this is why we get flat ones eventually… hmmm?" He said to the medallion and rolled his eyes before cleaning his blood off the stupid thing.

Arris was a Crane who had time to spare whenever he was home for the winters, no one really trusting him to do anything right save for the few friends he's managed to have. This gave him plenty of time to practice different ideas, techniques, and maneuvers for hunts. That is how his current predicament happened.

"Kaleb!" Arris yelled happily as he ran across the walls, easily sidestepping people as they stood in his way and never had the intention of moving. Kaleb was an older Crane that looked out for the younger in ways that he should have been instead of the constant bullying. He spun around hearing his name and smiled as he looked at the shorter mop of golden blonde hair bouncing over to him, his brow lifting at the pure excitement in the young Crane's eyes.

"Arris, what can I do for you?" Kaleb asked. "I was just on my way to see the Blademasters," Kaleb added and Arris nodded.

"It will be quick, I promise!" Arris said excitedly and walked with his friend. "I've been working on something, maybe it's kind of silly, I don’t know…" Arris started to babble, having picked up the habit when he felt like what he was about to say would be dismissed.

"Arris." Kaleb laughed softly. "Anything you work on proves useful in some way. Tell me," he said gently and Arris dipped his head and took a breath, the two of them pausing just outside a door that leads into the keep.

"I was actually hoping to show you? This afternoon? Around the razor cliff?" Arris asked, pulling on his fingers nervously and Kaleb blinked, brow lifting.

"Razor cliff? What on earth are you working on that requires you to go there?" Kaleb asked and Arris looked up at him practically pouting.

"Pleaseeeee?" Arris asked and Kaleb rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright. Fine!" Kaleb said with a laugh and waved the young Witcher off. Arris cheered happily and ran off, going to prepare no doubt, the pair unaware of the eavesdropper not that far behind the door.

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Turns out Kaleb had brought two of the Blademasters with him, Badurad and Temel, both of which found the improvised things Arris came up with useful for the other younger Crane's to work on.

So now here he was, standing on the edge of the most misleadingly named cliff near the Crane school, the three people Arris respected the most watching him as he calmed his nerves.

"So… what exactly have you been working on, boy?" Badurad asked, arms folded over his chest, and Arris smiled slightly.

"Well, I mean… It's… Sort of a hover?" Arris said, looking at the cliff edge.

"Hover?" Kaleb asked and Arris nodded, looking back at his friend.

"Yeah, like… Something to use if you get, I don't know, thrown from a boat, but haven't landed in the water yet, sort of like a self-recovery type deal." Arris said and looked back at the cliff edge, Kaleb whistling quietly.

"Alright, ready when you are, squirt," Kaleb said and Arris groaned.

"Don't call me that." Arris grouched but got ready regardless, concentrating, shaking out his hands and flexing his fingers a few times before stepping off the cliff and quickly forming a slightly modified version of Aard, something that resulted in a strong release of force but prolonged, keeping Arris in the air instead of a simple push that would just fling him out into the water.

Arris was so focused on what he was doing, trying not to think about the water practically ten stories below him, and held the sign for a solid minute and grinned triumphantly, until he looked towards Kaleb.

Arris' eyes went wide when he saw half of the school gathered, Kaleb and Badurad yelling hushed at someone, and Verel smirking at the front of the group with his arms folded over his chest. Arris lost his concentration then, his finger twitching out of line, and the sign suddenly exploded in a gush of wind and sent the Crane flying.

"Arris!" Kaleb ran over to the edge and watched as his friend tumbled through the air.

Arris glared at the approaching water, arms folded over his torso, a line of "fuck this, fuck him, fuck fuck fuck" going through his head and he sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes just in time to hit the water.

The impact hurt. A lot. Enough to make Arris want to just sink to the bottom of the ocean and just die there, sadly though he was a fighter if anything to piss Verel off. So he quickly gathered himself and swam back to the surface of the water, wincing now as he realized the saltwater was getting into an open wound on his neck. He hissed and swam to the bank, Kaleb and Badurad already there and helped the Crane to his feet.

"You alright?" Kaleb asked and Arris nodded some.

"Something stings," Arris said, waving at his neck, and Badurad lifted his chin with a large hand to look. Both older Witcher's stared, blinking before Kaleb started laughing.

"Only you would manage to get your medallion stuck in your neck!" Kaleb laughed more and Badurad smirked as he carefully pulled the medallion, making Arris hiss, and pry it free from the Crane's neck.