In the great stone cathedral, with the gleeful executioner stood the last of the Four, slayer of dragons, and Knight of Gwyn, Ornstein. Silent. As of yet. Perhaps you can get him talking. [Ask/RP blog for Dragonslayer Ornstein - OC Friendly, willing to RP outside the Dark Souls universe, but only with relatively compelling arguments to do so]
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Name: Elana & Nase
Gender: Female & Male (Respectively)
General Appearance:
Elana: Quite similar to her mother, lithe of form and with long, black hair, though she keeps it in a long braid as opposed to free flowing. Rumor has it her father was actually the one who taught her to do that. Her skin tone is ever so slightly lighter, but not by much at all. She has the same pointed ears, though they’re a couple inches shorter, and has a series of piercings in her left ear (but only her left ear). Her eyes are an orange-red color, and very clear. In addition to all of the above, she inherited her mother’s tail, though she keeps it concealed in her armor whenever she can. She wears scavenged armor from her various adventures, which consists largely of assorted bits of metal plate and chain, with black cloth sewn over as much of the chain as possible. She maintains a full set of lower body plate armor, as well as her left arm wearing full plate, while chain suffices for the rest, leaving her with a hood in place of a helmet. She uses a spear, much like her father, imbued with lightning and occasionally used as a catalyst for lightning miracles.
Nase: Has essentially his mother’s skin tone, just a shade lighter, just like Elana. Also much like Elana, he inherited his mother’s pointed ears, though his are almost entirely normal sized, with only slight pointing at the tip. His eyes are the same shade of blood orange as his sister’s, and he also inherited his mother’s tail. His piercings consist of a tongue piercing, two in his right ear, and a single nose piercing. His build is similarly lithe, though he’s taller than his sister by a few inches, and notably less thick, retaining muscle tone, but still appearing slightly skinnier.He wears pyromancy robes his mother gave him, similar to the ones worn by the chaos witches of Izalith, though he notably wears armored gloves and greaves underneath them, soot and paint both darkening the gloves’ color. His hair is about shoulder length, and is let out freely beneath his hood, though as it’s generally under a hood it’s extremely messy. His facial structure is similar to his father’s, though traces of his mother’s more canine features are present as well. He wields an extremely sharp dagger, coated in anticoagulants to cause heavy bleeding as a backup weapon, which is stowed on his belt.
Personality:
Elana: Known for being an odd combination of very empathetic and extremely ruthless when it comes down to it, Elana enjoys the company of others, and to facilitate that, will be rather accommodating and soft spoken to entertain their company. That aside, she's known for becoming extraordinarily vengeful, and unforgiving to those who have given her any reason to believe they shouldn't be allowed the chance to do something she'd regret letting them do. In this dint, she tries to hunt only things she won't feel bad about hunting, but sometimes is forced to, and finds herself rather down about the situation. She's extremely protective of her brother, especially after a particular childhood incident.
Nase: A ruthless hunter to the core, he prefers to avoid others, not necessarily because he dislikes contact with others, but because he dislikes the opportunities such contact presents people with. Given a choice, he would spend time with people he trusts, but given how nigh impossible it is to earn his trust, you're most likely to be pushed away, either at dagger point or on the brunt of a pyromancy shockwave. He's an altogether different person with his sister around, however. He trusts her judgement, more than he trusts anyone else's, and is inclined to agree with her choices in people to trust. That being said, he's as protective of his sister as she is of him, and will fuck you up if you try to hurt her.
Special Talents: Both children inherited their mother’s shapeshifting abilities, as well as their father’s ability to modulate their own size (within reason), but from there, their powers are somewhat divided. While their mother passed both of them part of her own pyromancy flame, Nase possesses more inherent skill with it. While Elana is capable of using it, her pyromancies lack any real form of potency, and she relies instead on her father’s lightning abilities, which she inherited and Nase did not. While their father did possess abyssal abilities at the time of their birth, none of these abilities were present at conception, and consequently were not passed down to his offspring.
Who they like better:
Elana: Definitely her father. For whatever reason, despite her disposition, she’s more intrigued by the knightly sort of tales that seem to surround her father, and while she deeply loves both her parents, it was Ornstein’s stories that would be her bedtime stories.
Nase: Nakara. Similar to his sister, he’s very fond of both his parents, but as much as Ornstein was around to tell them the occasional story, Nakara was much less absent from their lives, and he simply connected with her more.
Who they take after more: Both take quite heavily after their mother, possessing many of her more outward base instincts to hunt and feed, and while both love their father (and aspire to be like him), their most similar traits are traits their father acquired after traversing the abyss, and crossing between worlds. Still, it can be surmised that this is part of the reason they take so little after who their father formerly was - they never truly met him.
Personal Headcanon: When they were very young, the pups were playing around the Tower of Flame, and Nase, during a simple wrestling bout, fell into the sea. Rather than seek her parents, Elana managed to jump in after him and pull him out herself. They didn’t tell their parents about the incident, but from that point forwards, Nase has had a deathly fear of deep water, and Elana has been trying (and in general succeeding) in teaching her brother to swim properly.
The days were slowly growing darker in Anor Londo. His vigil becoming more of the same nothing as what few invaders remained were largely repelled by Sen's Fortress, or his own guard. He almost craved the few opponents that made it to the great hall. Almost. The dents in his armor weren't so welcome. His visits to the Blacksmith were becoming less and less frequent. He almost worried that one day he'd leave to maintain his armor after a fight, to find his old friend dead or gone.
But that would be asinine... he still helped those who came through. To kill him would be folly.
Ornstein's boredom and musing were interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps. Familiar footsteps. Jumping down from his vigil, he leaned his spear against the nearby pillar, smiling softly as he removed his helm and setting it aside as well. Moving to meet the shadow, he brushed his hair out of his eyes before murmuring his soft greeting.
"I feel as though I could use a drink, if you would not mind me joining you." The knight sits by the knightess, his spear absent for the moment as he rests his arms on his knees. "The undead seem to have… dwindled, as of late. A break is welcome, but they almost resembled company at times. Dull days are a less than welcome thing in this place."
"Well, you can’t necessarily blame them… Sen’s Fortress claims more than people care to admit and the sentinels tend to kill the ones that do make it this far, sending them back just as quickly."
"True enough, but even so... Usually at least one would make it here during the course of a day. I've not seen an Undead apart from yourself in a fortnight."
"I need a drinking partner… It’s been almost six months since I’ve even touched alcohol… Shame everyone seemed to go off on their own little adventures…"
"I feel as though I could use a drink, if you would not mind me joining you." The knight sits by the knightess, his spear absent for the moment as he rests his arms on his knees. "The undead seem to have... dwindled, as of late. A break is welcome, but they almost resembled company at times. Dull days are a less than welcome thing in this place."
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