#trollscorpse

The Breton’s face twisted in revulsion at the thought. “No. No.” Each word was said with a shake ofher head. “I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.”

Joking aside, I do likethese two. They might not act the best when around each other, but it isn’toften that I see someone be a real thornin Brielle’s side and agitate her as well as Igor does. Kudos to him, becauseit’s great to write Brielle in such a different situation.

Name: ViktorGender: MaleGeneral Appearance: Dark hair, dark blue eyes, pale skin; tall and lean; often seen with either a completely neutral or irritated expression on his face; wears dark clothing; always accompanied with a Conjuration staff at at least one thrallPersonality: Incredibly arrogant and uncaring of others; sees people as playthings and assets rather than equals; highly intelligent but socially stuntedSpecial Talents: Necromancy; thrall upkeep; soulbinding; pissing people off; alienating himselfWho they like better: IgorWho they take after more: IgorPersonal Headcanon: Viktor is the epitome of the stereotypical necromancer: he doesn’t care about the living unless they wish to assist him, he’s arrogant and obnoxious and self-absorbed… and his parents desperately wish they could help him go back to being the quiet, intelligent boy he once was. No one is quite sure what brought about this change in Viktor - his father blames the Ideal Masters - and some assume perhaps its just a facade, while others wonder if this is his true face.Faceclaim: Chris Wood

“She seems... kindly? Soft? Which is all well and good for a Temple assistant, of course, so I see no issue with her appearance. After all, no one wants to go to a hulking beast for comfort, do they?”

“You make it sound like I should be pleased,” Luther mused aloud, definitely not pleased.

“Such a striking woman, isn’t she?” Igor murmured, looking over the fellow necromancer quietly. “Attractive facial structure, striking eyes, flawless skin. Makes me wonder what’s wrong with her otherwise.”

The Nord narrowed his eyes at the stranger, looking her over critically before clearing his throat. “Well, if she wants to be easily forgotten, she has that going for her,” Igor said leting out a huff. “Still... her eyes are a pleasing shade of grey. Windows to the soul, aren’t they?.”