#remulys

this was a lot of fun to think about! thank you!

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Velancea: she definitely has two left feet, but that doesn’t stop her from trying! Canach has had his toes stepped on many times, but still pulls her in for a slow sway every so often

Clodagh: being the seductress she’s always been, Clo is a natural dancer. she can take any role and flawlessly sweep anyone off their feet (she also very much enjoys a good, relaxing slow dance every now and again)

Dyphileia: while “slow and easy” exists nowhere in Leia’s vocabulary, she is very great at quick paced Irish step dancing and Scottish country dancing (think that one kingdom dance scene from Tangled). Just the whole quick and hoppy feel, ya know? She often does this in areas where they dock upon finding someone playing music, or will do it on the ship should someone break out a tune. Many have said it’s almost mesmerizing to watch

Remulys: where Vel could never dance without some help, Remi is secretly a fantastic dancer, and has been one since the day he emerged from his pod. He used to do it all the time in the Grove with other saplings. Now, though, he doesn’t dance - except for the rare occasion part of his old self breaks through on the spot, or he is pretending to be someone he isn’t and merely playing the part undercover to keep hidden

Aaaa! Thank you! And almost all of my characters are up on this page if ya wanna check it out!

Velancea

She’s the commander. She’s the epitome of strength and fighting through hardships. She’s an inspiration to everyone and everything.

But she’s terrified.

She’s terrified of losing those she has grown so close with. She can’t even think about losing Canach, despite her avoiding him many times as a result of not wanting to deal with the aftermath of their relationship during the events of HoT. She loves him, but is terrified of letting herself love him out of fear of losing him, and she will hold herself and her true emotions back for as long as she needs to in hopes of preventing this from happening, and saving herself from further trauma and heartbreak.

She’s terrified of letting people down. She’s constantly “leading” large groups of people into a fight that could result the loss of their lives or worse circumstances than they began with.

She’s scared, but more scared of showing this emotion publicly than anything. She’s the commander. She knows no fear. She can’t be defeated. She’s immortal.

Right.

She’s the commander.

Remulys & Draigean (I remember getting a message about how I seem to connect most of my characters through their origins and forgot to mention that even these two crazies have had run-ins)

Some time after Albion had been taken in by the wardens and left her control, Draigean ran into Remulys. There was heavy flirting going on between the two (really more just aggressive remarks on Remulys’ part that Draigean found endearing cause let’s be real, Remi can’t flirt. He’s too angry). They were sharing a drink and she brought up him joining the nightmare court, as he could be a great asset to them. However, Remulys declined, as he always did (followed by either killing or cutting out the tongues of those who asked). When threatened, Draigean only seemed to want him more. He was untameable and unhinged, much like herself. The two have slept together a time or two after that, and Remulys eventually disappeared, never staying in one place for too long.

It’s likely they’ll meet again, and it’s very possible that one may end up dead at the other’s hands, but it only makes their encounters all the more exciting.

Clodagh

Clodagh has had nightmares just about every night since she escaped Vorpp and his research crew before they reached their lab. She was always haunted by the violet eyes she saw before she made her escape. This lead to many night terrors and absolute guilt, as she hadn’t attempted to save anyone else. After finding that man, Canach, years later, she was almost brought to tears. He was alive. He had survived. Clodagh had never found a survivor (or one she recognized, at least), and she wanted nothing more than to just fall to her knees crying and thanking all above that he was alive. Even after their hours of talking, Clodagh knew she still couldn’t make up for leaving him and the others behind way back when. She’s come to terms with knowing she will never be able to. Even still, whenever she is with Vel and Dragon’s Watch, she is always looking out for Canach. Always. She knows he’s survived and made it well on his own, but her instinct will always be to protect him. He is always her top priority, though never lets it be known to anyone else. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if he dies and she was able to prevent it in any way.

Driskel

After Remulys changed and became unhinged due to Mordremoth’s partial corruption that he fought through, he began to target people he knew in order to learn their magic skills. Driskel was someone Vel introduced Remulys to after he’d finally woken from his pod (Driskel found Vel anxiously waiting for Remi to wake, and kept her company and eased her worries). Driskel is a mesmer, and Remulys found the magic of a mesmer to be valuable to him. He could do so much more if he could clone himself, portal, and do just about everything else a person of that profession could do. After the unfortunate first encounter between Remulys and Velancea post-HoT, she had a gut feeling that he could go after Driskel, and contacted people to take Driskel into the Grove and keep him there as to protect him from being taken by Remulys and ultimately be tortured into teaching the corrupted sylvari his magical profession. While he was at first lost on the whole reasoning for being taken to the Grove and put under heavy protection, Driskel was thankful in the long run for Vel’s instincts, as they proved to be true.

Porphyra

it’s the evil bastard’s birthday today!

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- While she isn't exactly narcoleptic, Vel has, at times, passed out in immediate sleep in the middle of meetings. This is caused by very little sleep mixed with long periods of no adrenaline rush-inducing events taking place

- In the aftermath of LWS4E5, Vel is missing her left arm (it will grow back with time)

- Velancea has been perched atop Forgal's shoulders. Some for Vigil-specific reasons, others for... not

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- Clodagh only either drinks water or white wine

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- Driskel is the only one who has touched Clo's rifle and lived (barely)

- Driskel has made a habit of dramatically flirting with Canach only because the reactions amuse him

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- Remulys is afraid of grasshoppers. Always has been

WHO WANTS SOME REMULYS LORE?

I know I should have written Vel’s out first, but since their stories are connected in the beginning, it was easier to post this first to later link it in Vel’s backstory, which I’ll post later today. There are more events that happened in Remulys’ story, but I tried my best to keep it a bit brief!

Under the cut because size

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Remulys swirled the whiskey in his glass before raising it to his lips. The harsh bite did nothing to bring his eyes away from the sylvari they were planted on. They blazed yellow and hungry as he dragged them up her taut calves and to her full thighs. She wore skin-tight leggings almost the same color as her dark brown skin. She may as well be naked.

Oh, what a sight that would be.

An absolute pleasure.

She was speaking to the barkeep, purchasing some odds, ends, and small vials and bottles. Her nimble hands worked her sachel open to carefully place them inside. They’d make a mess if handled poorly.

But she wasn’t one to handle anything poorly. Not with those deft fingers.

Out from her bag, she produced a small, beige pouch and poured its contents onto the bar. Counting out her coins, she slid a specified amount over to the keeper, who in turn pocketed the currency.

Her lips offered a warm smile as she spoke her thanks. Another few words exchanged, and the lips turned into a lax state of seriousness. More words. Another smile and a bow of her head, and she took her leave.

Right back to his table in the corner.

She still followed him around, but he found it wasn’t quite worth asking why anymore. While he felt his wounds would need no further moderation, he truthfully didn’t care. Should he wish it, he could easily ignore her. He’s done so many times before.

Although nowadays, it wasn’t often that he did.

Upon reaching the table, she placed her hands on her hips.

Hips that swayed oh-so-perfectly when she walked. Hips that grabbed his attention several times on the daily.

She said something about needing to actually pay his running tab, or the barkeep would do something about it. He only regarded her with a bored expression.

She then turned around and walked to the stairs where, at the top, her room was located.