#setheso

Because let's hope for a brighter future this year!

Really loved being able to draw Nerevar. I'll always seen him as some actual brick wall- just a solid, scary ripped mer with flaming red hair and storming gray eyes. When he walks towards you, you know to be nervous. However, while his voice is deep and booming, he is rather kind and gentle.

Just don't mess with his people or his friends.

Setheso is very much the same, though their kinder nature has a harder time shining through. One of the things I love about these two is the shared need to face the issues in their past, to deal with their trauma. Both know the mission: Red Mountain has crazy goth ex-friend in it working on a giant decepticon with a god heart in it. Stop him, destroy the heart, or all of Morrowind, and Tamriel, will suffer.

There's no time for tedious 'scores to settle'. But they can't avoid that topic. Sure, Nerevar can reason that the Tribunal will get theirs in the end, as the heart will be destroyed and their power taken away. So why should he be upset and bother to confront the fact his closest friends murdered and betrayed him? Sure, Setheso can reason there's no need to be mad at her parents, that their abandonment doesn't hurt her anymore. She grew up fine without them. Who needs them?

In my canon, Setheso starts to expierance random fits of rage whenever faced with so intense a scummy or backhanded individual, to the point of near murder. This all stems from both parts of the Moon and Star repressing what's hurt them for ages, with is exploding like Red Mountain now.

Face your problems, your hurts, your trauma. You don't need to defeat it, but you do need to confront it. To properly heal and move on.

So drew my Nerevarine and her Papa, because they’re precious little Sotha spawns. 

First is Aithilo, the darling asexual babe whom I use in ESO but he lives well into the events of Morrowind, Oblivion, and Skyrim. I’ll explain in a later post...but he’s kinda Sil’s kid. 

Master Aithilo Raamando 

Next is his daughter, Setheso. He may never want sexual or romantic contact with a man or woman in his entire life, but Aithilo DID want a kid, be it with a foster mother or through adoption. He ended up finding a foster mother, but things got...complicated and he wasn’t exactly the father he had hoped he could be. 

She’s such an edgy OC, but I consider it a guilty pleasure. I love taunting people with her whenever I’m seemingly forced to bribe to collect debt money or the like, I think it’s her preferred way to end an argument with the person on the other end of her sword and no bounty on her head.

The freckled face, spitefire Nerevarine, Setheso Raamando

Oct 10: Magic

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Setheso was raised with a distrust and silent hatred for magic- yet at the same time, she adored it. She was aware her father had been a great mage, and her mother had even been a Psijic herself. But neither had been present in her life. Instead she was left to fend for herself, earning her survival through servitude with the Companions. When she became old enough, she joined their ranks as a warrior, and we all know how the Companions feel about magic.

But then the dreams came- horrible dreams, of shadowy figures attacking and killing her, of a horrible construction within a firey mountain, and the night sky swirling before ber eyes. When awake, Setheso started to accidentally zap herself when in contact with metal, or even worse, set object ablaze out of no where. She could feel the magic within her blood bubbling to the surface.

Along came a few dunmer visitors to Skyrim, clearly unhappy to be there, strict worshippers of the Tribunal. They didn't waste time, quickly telling Setheso, when they saw her, what a disgrace to their race she was for serving anyone but the Tribunal, to whom she owes her worship towards.

Everything went black, and next thing she knew, her Shield Brothers were restraining her, and Setheso was covered in the blood of the then dead dunmer sprawled across the ground. What scared her the most was the weapon that she realized was in her hand- a bound weapon, daedric energy sizzling off of it.

Needless to say, she was exiled by the Companions, and then taken into custody by the Empire. She served a year in prison, until being transfered to Morrowind.

All the while, a voice echoed in her mind, "Don't fight it..." and magic pulsed within her.

When you sell your soul to a daedric prince because you are backed into a corner and so for centuries you live in constant fear of appeasing him enough that your loved ones are never put in harm's way, forcing you to enforce a new code of conduct and standards among packs- then the two new heroes become werewolves and toss out the rules completely.

The heroes Tamriel needs...