#ozmander

Thanks again @thetabbybadger @leafdrake-haven for all this asks I'm had so much fun finally getting to them.

okay lets see...

Marcel had been on Dominaria researching the Segiri bloodline, when he first encountered Phyrexia sleeper agents. Marcel innate abilities to feel the lifeforce of those around him made him shockingly good at rooting out Sheoldred agents. He left for a bit to warn those he cares about such as his friend Mathias @conquering-king and his beloved Theren @thetalesofthereneverwood of the impending threat.

Afterwards he returned to Dominaria where he was assisting the tolarian academy in their research into the prosses of completion in hopes of finding a cure.

Segara has recently had to flee the plane of New Capenna where he had recently settled. The shadow tiger that stalking his every step have finally sniffed him out once more, threating the lives of everyone even remotely near him. He had found his way to Kylem, something about the gladiatorial combat stirred something in the shattered pieces o his past. He was enjoying a match in Valor's Reach when the invasion started.

Molycap had been causing quite the ruckus on tin Street having stolen and entire cart of bread and was being chased by Krenko himself, as there was more then just baked goods in that cart.

Serrabeth was on Segovia where she was taking bets on the races in the hippodrome.

Dillan had been lead to Amonkhet by mother moon as the scares of what Nicol Bolas had done there still ran deep, and even a plane of eternal day deserved a night of peaceful sleep.

Nivel having heard threw the grapevine of the Phyrexian plans he returned to his homeplane of Hyverta to rally it defenses.

Angelique the seers of the Luminous Church had long predicted the day New Phyrexia would invade so she had returned to it defense. She returned to the abbey that she had been sent to as a child by her uncle, preparing the defenses of the secluded temple so she could better protect the pacifist nuns inside.

Valentino was on Eldraine having heard of the miraculous properties of the Cauldron of Eternity he had been hunting for it in the wilds.

Ozmander was home on Ravnica, it was his great granddaughters very first birthday so the family had gathered in his home.

I always love when this sort of ask crosses my dash so thank you very much Shard!

I have always struggled to fit Marcel into a D&D frame work not because there is not one but because I always get to nitpicky with my boy. But ultimately it not about D&D recreating my boy but recreating my boy for D&D.

I think Marcel fit very well as a half wood elf, nature domain cleric of Chauntea.

Segara is a peacock aarakocra monk who follows the path of th living weapon.

Molycap is a Myconid Spores druid.

Serrabeth a human Rogue Swashbuckler.

Dillan a centaur druid of the dream circle.

Nivel is a half orc bard of the collage of creation.

Angelique asimar paladin of lysander with a oath of devotion.

Valentino is a human wizard illusionist who is multiclassing into a necromancer.

Ozmander a human battle master fighter.

Anise... Tabaxi transmutation wizard... maybe?

Entering into the mind of marcel you awaken laying upon a field of flowers of every description. The air is sweet and softly perfumed with the earth warmth of spring. You watch as the flowers shift into a rainbow of colors in response to Marcel emotions. Everything is so calm and peaceful that you almost miss the crater in the center of Marcel mind. Floating upside-down above this crater is a castle of white stone that slowly fades to gray. Pierre Blanche the castle of Duke Lyle, Marcel home for his most formative years.

Even after all this time it still lingers at the center of this thoughts, pushed away and kept out of reach as Marcel is not ready to deal with the events of the night that turned his life upside-down.

It is then you notice along the edges of the meadow that dark and foreboding forest. Flickering between the gnarled trunks of the trees, amongst the dark of the thick canopy, you catch glimpses of memories and emotions like will-o wisp. It is then you relies you only stand upon Marcel surface thoughts, the parts of himself that Marcel feels is appropriate to share. Out there in the dark of those woods is the real Marcel, who he was before learned to put of the façade of polite restraint.

Entering into Niphorbis Mind is like falling into Nyx itself. Falling quite literally as you find yourself hurtling through the enchanted nightscape of Theros. All around you see constellations of Niphorbis past, moving under their own power playing out the scenes of a life long lived. It is as you twist and turn around trying to catch a glimpse of all the stars around you that you notice something. A grate nebula of blue and white in the shape of a very familiar sphinx, looking down upon you. Looking down upon you in the way only a cat toying with a mouse can.

Molycap mind is simple in nature, as you find yourself sitting in her very first memory. Waking up in a long forgotten golgari rot farm, the bones that crack under your first step fill you with some sickly feeling of nostalgia, why you don't understand. Leading from this memory are sewer tunnels that are covered in scribbled and simple drawing of Molycap's scatted thoughts.

Serrabeth mind is a ship that had seen better days upon a stormy sea. Yep the storm feels hollow the wind blows yet the ship dose not rock, the rain falls yet the their is no chill, lightning crakes yet their is no thunder. Bluster for the sake of bluster. Below the deck you find endless holds each one a fading memory. Yep as you approach the captains quarters you can hear laughter and joy, and the storm around you becomes quite squall it appears to be.

Baba Yule's mind is a great tree in a dark void. Carved upon the bark of the tree are memories and as the non existent wind rustles the leaves you can hear her thought. Yet growing from this tree are two other trees. Once is a dark and twisted thing that lacked upon the trunk obscuring many memories. The other has the light of a great arura in its branches that ruffle the leaves of the other trees.

Dillon's mind is a great blank space, at the center of which is a small green mound of grass. sitting on that mound is a small lamb centaur resting his head upon the silver lantern he clutches to his chest. All around him are what appears like bits of broken glass suspended in the air. Reflected in the glass are scenes of a rural pastural life, that flickers in out amongst static. It is then you notice the silver lantern that the lamb is holding is swing forth streams of silver sand that become a vortex that cast you from Dillon's mind.

Nivel is at the center of his own mind conducting a great symphony of complete thought that spring form from his mind untethered. Yep you sense a almost desperate need in Nivel to surround himself in the cacophony of ideas. Not until you step out sound his orchestra room do you understand for the sky in ablaze with a great meteorite hurtling down upon you, the sound deafening you to anything else.

Segara's mind is a mess a once grand city shattered and scattered across his mindscape twisted and gnarled with the roots of great jungle trees. Have recalled memories play out in this ruin like ghost fading in the light of dawn. High above it all seemingly scratch into the inside of his mind is a great demonic symbol. The center of is squirming like a eye looking threw Segara most recent memories to any hint of here he might me.

Angelique mind is the grand cathedral of the prophetess on Crusabella. Yet this symbol of duty and piety is just a façade, something she learned to up in the convent her uncle sent her to. Beyond any of the heavy oak doors and the glittering stained glass are the ground of her families ancestral home. Where he mind and heart still linger upon even to this day.

For a man that strikes fear into the hearts of many Ozmander mind is the home he shares with his loves one. It is warm and welcoming with the glowing memories of the family he raised found within. Yet even in this place they exudes warmth there is a chill running down your spine. A reminder that you are not welcome here and to not overstay your welcome.

First of all thank you. I so really get anyone showing even a modicum of interest in my oc. It is even so rarer for me to get any asks about them. So I wanted to take my time an really think about this. For Marcel is is small acts of care. He noticed you passed out on a chair he will put a blanket over you to keep you warm, putting a pillow under your head so your neck dose not get still. He sees you completely adsorbed in a taste you are attempting, will quietly bring you a nice cup of tea and some fresh picked strawberries to help refresh you.

Marcel will also subtly cast little healing spells on you if your around him enough. Spells that help fight off colds, alleviate small aches and pains and prevent headaches.

Niphorbis prefers that people never really know he is influencing someone. A breeze that blows some of your paper down a ally the leads you to a shop that has what your looking for. A kind stranger with a antidot about something that might be relevant to you.

Molycap gives you a Saporling.

Dillon's influencing happens in dreams as he shapes the world around you, making sure they are happy and peaceful so you get a good night sleep.

Angelique will often hum or sing softly if she noticed that those around her are stressed. Her voice is magical and can have a soothing effect on others.

If Ozmander sees your upset or struggling with something he will pull up his pants and engage in grandpa mode. He will ask you to come train with him, letting you work out your frustration in a heathy way.

Shepheard is all about influencing you to be a better version of yourself, he dose this subtly threw his magic. Being a genie Shepherd can manifest the want and desires of others threw his magic. But in classic genie fashion desires Shepherd grants always come with a catch. Never in a way that actively endangers you but that challenges your understanding of what it is you really desires and what will make you happy.

Marcel would look like a beta fish, he would be sleek and slim with shimmering silver scales and long gossamer fins that flow around him like silk in the water, they are the same silver as his scales and slowly fade to this lovely pastel green.

Ozmander would be a great white shark.

Mollycap would be a sea sponge.

Niphorbis would be a blue ringed octopus. Sitting in the dark corners of a coral reef, the bight blue rings of his tentacles shimmering like stars in the shadows.

Dillon would have the lower body of a sea rabbit. Just this soft cut little blob of a boy trying his best.

Angelique is a gold fish mermaid. Her tail is all shimmering beautiful golden scales, she also has the goldfish ability to grow to match their environment. So she is quite a large mermaid.

Segara is a flying fish.

Baba Yule is drift wood.

Serrabeth is a swordfish.