#olmara

★ - Gorukk knows a lot about astronomy. He has a telescope at home and particularly likes constellations, but isn’t very verbal about his hobby.

★ - Venotha isn’t usually allowed to drive any Scarlet Wind transports- not because she’s bad at driving, but because her favorite music stations are all death metal.

★ - Olmara grows snowblossoms (snowbells? those little white flowers, idr the same) on her farm because they were her mother’s favorite.

★ - Korenna never killed any wildlife until she came to Nexus. Her mother forbade her from ever hunting because she feared that whatever curse afflicted her daughter would contaminate the meat.

★ - Draximus is the oldest son of the Walcot family. Due to the fact hat he is still technically the heir of their estate, his family hasn’t stopped trying to get in contact with him despite the years that have passed.

Thalril announced himself as he always did, with a simple knock and three short words: “Olmara, it’s me.” He’d made an arrangement with her, a special deal on crops to feed the refugees TAI took in, but unfortunately for him, because he was the one who’d suggested it, he was the one they made go to her. It wasn’t that he disliked Olmara, but he didn’t like being around her, either. She was always so bubbly and happy, probably even moreso than most Aurin he knew. As such, she grated on Thalril’s nerves endlessly.

He waited after the knock, counting down the seconds that inconvenience was taking from him. When he got to 15, he became concerned.

“Olmara? Are you in?” he toned, knocking again. This time, he got to seven before the door opened.

She didn’t look well. Olmara’s hair hung down her back, her clothes were dirty and untucked, and she blinked in the sun like she hadn’t been outside in days. “Hey Thalril, what’re you- oh, shoot, today’s the shipment day, ain’t it? I-I plum forogt, let me just... go gather what I can.” She slid past the Mordesh towards her crops, but Thalril continued to stare. He didn’t especially care about Olmara’s personal life, but when he saw her like this, even he had to admit something was off.

“Olmara,” he called, easily striding after her. “Is there... something troubling you? Your countenance is worrisome.”

She was already on her knees, picking vegetables out of the ground, btu Olmara spared a glance up at Thalril. “My what? I don’t really know what yer talkin’ about,” she said, picking through the soil again. “Things ain’t really... that great, but it ain’t... don’t worry about it.”

He didn’t. “I see. Then, do you require any help with these fruits and vegetables? Their requirement is rather necessary.” He hoped she wouldn’t, but the sooner the cargo was ready to go, the better.

“Uh, no, it’s fine, I don’t... I don’t wanna...” Thalril looked down just as Olmara’s shoulders began to tremble. His eyes widened as she began to sob, crouched down in the dirt. “I’m s-sorry, I’ll be... o-okay.”

Glancing side to side as if he were worried someone would spot this moment of weakness, Thalril knelt down beside her. “Are you... well, Olmara? Obviously, something is the matter, so there is no point in lying to me.”

She wiped her eyes with dirt-stained hands, chest heaving in great, sobbing gulps of air. “I-I found... I found my brother,” she said. “I found ‘im. I w-was lookin’ fer him fer so long, an’ I... I found ‘im!” Despite the news, she continued to cry.

“Is that not a good thing?” asked Thalril. He reached out, gently placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Unless you found his corpse.”

“No, no,” she said, shaking her head. “He ain’t... he ain’t dead. He’s alive, but that’s... that’s kinds the problem.”

“Is he imprisoned?” Thalril knew nothing about Olmara’s sibling, but he had his doubts that a farmer would be a high-priority target. “Augmented? Corrupted?”

She shook her head again. “No, he’s- he’s okay.”

“Then I fail to see the issue.”

She looked up at Thalril, eyes still dripping. “He’s tryin’ ta- he’s tryin’ ta join them! The Dominion! He says it’s better there, he don’t think Exiles have a future!” Crawling towards him, Olmara put her hand on Thalril’s knee. “He was sayin’ I should come with him, but- after everythin’ they did- I can’t... Believe what I heard...”

Thalril stared, trying to piece together what little he knew about Olmara in his mind. “Ma’s dead ‘cuz of them!” she cried. “They near took everythin’ we had an’ he still thinks things’re gonna be better! What if they find out, what if they find ‘im? He won’t come back, so he’s...” She began to cry again, and for once, Thalril actually felt bad for her. He reached out, wrapping his arms around the woman as she sobbed into his chest.

“Either way, he’s gone!” she sobbed burying her face into his coat. “H-He’s either dead or an enemy... He’s gone, Thalril... I lost my brother...”

I found this thing ages ago but forgot to post about it

Me and Izzy were levelling Olmara and Thalril, going through Algoroc, and I brought her into one of the little explorer caves I found. Inside, she found some special scientist scans that turned us into skeletons.

Also here’s a bunch of people trying to help Thalril learn how to properly hold a baby Rowsdower

“I’m lookin’ for my brother,” said Olmara, wringing her hands. “It’s been a few months, an’ I been findin’ that FCON ain’t exactly the most organized bunch.”

Thalril watched her hands, only mildly interested in what she had to say. He’d never seen her like this before, so clearly worried about... something or other. Oh, right, her brother. He wasn’t really paying attention; he almost never did when she was talking.

“All the people I’ve been talkin’ to ain’t heard of him. I mean, it’s like he... like he just plum vanished! I jus’- I dunno what t’do, Thalril.” She hung her head, becoming blessedly quiet.

It was rather interesting to him so see Olmara so distraught. She was typically chipper to a fantastically irritating degree, and he rather enjoyed her occasional silences. But still, the reason she was so upset was because of a family member... Thalril couldn’t help but sympathize.

“Perhaps he adopted a psuedonym,” he said, shrugging. “Or perhaps he has been stationed a sizable space from Thayd. Who can say? There is no reason to fret when you do not yet know the truth.”

A sigh shuddered in her throat as Olmara shrugged. “I... I guess. Still, I just don’t have a good feelin’ about it.”

“Well, of course, he could be dead. Murdered by the vile Dominion. A distressingly common outcome.”

“Wh-wha?” Olmara looked up at him like Thalril had just shot a little of baby vind and then laughed about it. “Th’heck are you sayin’, Thalril?”

He shrugged, marveling at the speed with which her features changed. “I’m merely stating one of the possible outcomes. It is very possible your brother could be dead, Olmara.”

“I-I know that!” she said, rising to her feet. “But you just said there wasn’t no reason t’worry about it!”

“There still is not.”

“So why’d ya bring it up?”

“Because it is possible.”

An exaggerated gasp escaped Olmara’s lips as she stood up. “That don’t mean y’need t’bring it up! I got enough on my mind without thinkin’... stuff like that!”

“You cannot escape the grim reality of this war, Olmara. Only when you accept this possible outcome will you be free to continue.”

“Why? What if it turns out he ain’t? Why would I wanna get myself all bothered over nothin’?” she said, throwing her hands in the air.

She just didn’t understand it like he did, thought Thalril. A Mordesh couldn’t escape death, they practically were dead already. The sooner you accepted it, the better. “It may not be nothing.”

“Dammit, Thalril, it don’t... It don’t matter! Now you’re just makin’ me worry for no good reason! An’ don’t tell me ‘oh but there might be a good reason,’ neither!” There was a strain in Olmara’s voice, a threat of cracks in her emotional dam. “Just ‘cuz- just ‘cuz you lost someone, it don’t mean I gotta lose someone too!”

How dare she. “Fine. If you won’t be rational, then I am leaving. I will not stand around and be insulted by someone like you.”

As he turned, he could hear her footsteps in the grass behind her, trailing after him like a loyal dog that he’d just struck. Deplorable. “Thalril, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry. I just don’t deal with losin’ stuff very well, so I kinda-”

“I don’t care, Olmara. We have all lost things in this war, and you must be prepared to do the same,” he said, not looking back at her. “Whether or not you deal with it well is irrelevant. It will happen.”

“I can’t lose him!” she shouted, tears welling in her eyes. “I already lost mom, I can’t lose him, too! If I do, what am I s’posed to tell dad?”

“Tell him the truth. I don’t understand you humans and your desire to cling onto your mortality; you spend such stretches stressing over your short lifespans that you scarcely live at all.”

“You can’t expect us t’be the same as you! We ain’t Mordesh! Stop tryin’ to make me see things your way, okay? I’m sorry for what happened t’you but we’ ain’t the same person!”

Olmara

-Her family worked in the greenhouse section of the Gambler's Ruin, so she considers herself a farmer. She knows all there is to know about planting and raising crops, and when she got her plot on Nexus, the first thing she did was plant some seeds.

-Growing up in the greenhouse, Olmara spent a lot of time around Aurin. As a result, a lot of her personality and outlook on life were influenced by them, and they helped her develop her Esper abilities as well.

-Olmara lost her mother when the Dominion attacked the Gambler's Ruin.  This event spurred her brother into joining FCON.

Dear Thorton-

I should’ve come with you. Not just to watch you, but for me. I know I said I thought mom and dad needed help with the growing, but they had more helpers than just me. I was scared to go down there. I didn’t think I could help anyone. When I asked you not to go, it wasn’t because I was worried, it was because I didn’t want you to make me look bad.

I’m sorry. I should’ve come with you.

I really hope you’re okay.

Valadox has a short, barking laugh he usually uses to mock people. It's not that he actually finds things funny, he just likes laughing at people. It makes him feel powerful. If he ever feels like he's the one with less power in a situation, he won't laugh.

Olmara likes stupid jokes. She has a very childlike sense of humor and enjoys silly jokes and puns. She'll definitely laugh at fart jokes too. But she won't laugh if someone in the joke gets hurt.