Fyra the Tarnished

OC Rp blog for a very friendly Tarnished OC and her adopted Kindred of Rot Son. 18+ Only. Mun is 30+ ! Semi-slective and open to rping with any character or fandom. Activity is currently very sporatic. Icon by me. Currently on Hiatus cause my life is in shambles HAHA

[crybaby-tarnished]

Information and rules

Hi there, this is mun! You can call me Nara! I have a few rules!

First off you must be 18 or older! I am over 30 and don’t feel comfortable rping with minors! 

 No hate speech please. I do not tolerate racism, homophobia, transphobia, ect

Please do not attack my muse with intents to harm during an rp unless its been discussed before hand in tags or dms.

No underage or incest.

I am disabled and pretty much on all the time so I am always open to chat in dms but due to various IRL family things going on, there may be long gaps between replies to RPs as I deal with stuff.

I am very rusty and my spelling isn’t the best due to wobbly hands, I do my best to spell check.

I am multiverse friendly but be aware I have only ever finished Elden Ring! I know a bit about Dark Souls however!

I occasionally bring out Melina to rp with for the purposes of plot due to her integral part in Fyra’s story. This is not a Melina RP blog. Do not message me with intents to make contact with Melina unless it’s been discussed beforehand.

Open to shipping and multishipping forever hoping for a Gideon. Ships are in their own universe.

That is all! I hope to have fun!

Here is a link to info about Fyra (and her bug son)!

List of Verses

[velvet-apricots]

LET HER GET ON YOUR LAP OLD MAN

[crybaby-tarnished]

okay so basically the run down is

Mom probably has Alzheimer's

dad has dementia

my aunt has Alzheimer's

im trying to get approved for weight loss surgery.

i am very very sad and only have the capacity for a few things. those are: Gideon/Fyra, Ansbach x a new oc, and Midra x Nanaya, with some peppering of former ships i liked. Thats all I want to consume and dedicate my time to it seems. it is what makes me happy.

idk i think its time i put this rp blog on official hiatus.

so yeah im sorry.

[crybaby-tarnished]

im so tired these days. ugh. idk whats going on with me.

[crybaby-tarnished]

"Fyra!"

Ducking her head, Dany finds Fyra fairly quickly. Much unlike her usual happy demeanor, the draconian's brow and lip are set in a firm line. Knowing how rash she herself can be, Dany's decided to find her friends instead of act, as this has to do with something very important.

Perona hasn't been in the Hold for a while. Adding to that, the last time she was there, she... wasn't in a great state of mind. Not to say she was angry or sad, but rather just confused and lost, in some way. And it'd likely bring the Hold's denizens some peace of mind to know what's happened to their little ball of unalloyed sunshine.

"There you are." She gives a faint smile in greeting, though it's as fleeting as the morning mist. "... I'm sorry. I wouldn't normally disturb you unless it was something of vast importance."

Sending her helmet back into her arsenal so she can make proper eye contact, she crouches down to meet Fyra's eye level.

"... I found Perona. Or at least, I think I have." She sniffs in emphasis. "I was scouting around Mohgwyn palace - by the way it still smells like charred shit - and I found her..." Then her expression falls grim. "I tried to get close so I could talk to her, but she attacked me."

It's completely unlike Perona to attack anyone on sight. Everyone knows this; she's the sort to much rather find a peaceful resolution.

"I tried to talk to her through everything, but she wouldn't even look me in the eyes." She frowns. "... Fyra, you're her mother. I hate to ask this of you, but I need you with me to try again - she listens to you."

@in-lucem-veritas [Dany!]

Fyra was about to say hello to her old friend, whom she had not seen in a while. But with each word Dany said, Fyra’s face fell more and more. She stood in a flurry, now flat out scowling.

If Perona attacked someone, it was serious. Shatteringly so, and she already had an idea of what it was. She clenched her fists, jaw set.

“Take me to her.”

She was not sure if she could fix what had happened, but she would try.

[in-lucem-veritas]

"Alright, but... I won't ask you to fight her. Actually I'd rather you do the talking and leave the fighting to me." She gently but firmly takes Fyra's hand, leading her to the Table of Lost Grace. As it glows with guidance she turns her gaze back to her. "... A mother shouldn't be forced to fight her own child."

In a blink, Mohgwyn Palace surrounds them. Pulling Fyra behind her, Dany's head whips to and fro, looking for a potential ambush. Turning her nose up she sniffs deeply.

"... She's close by, I can smell... Hm?"

A shooting star in the sky, or rather something flying about. Before long it blinks, sending golden blasts her way. Hurriedly she whips Fyra to the side like a violent tango, shield up to parry the continuing blasts. Realizing quickly this is how it would continue, the star shoots down into Miquella's cocoon, destroying it in a bouquet of rotted flesh and blood.

When the haze clears, Perona stands there, face twisted into a scowl. Cracks on her face, resembling that of a porcelain doll, reveal gold and silver stars. Her eyes are wholly unfocused, signifying she has absolutely no idea what she's doing.

"Perona!" Dany calls. "I'm warning you, I will fight back this time!" No response. "... Perona..." Looking back at Fyra, nervous. "... Stay behind me, this is dangerous."

[crybaby-tarnished]

Fyra strutted past Dany without a single care for her safety, thankfully she was no so foolish as to get too close, at least right then. 

“Perona!” she called out, “What did he do?” She knew it immediately. Miquella had shattered Perona’s trust, just as Fyra feared he would. It seemed inevitable for them to all turn sour, having more power than anything should have. 

“Talk to me! Perona!” Fyra yelled even louder, taking one step closer, hands held out pleadingly, “Calm down and let's go home!”

[in-lucem-veritas]

With each step Fyra takes, fragments fall from Perona's face, revealing what must be the very cosmos. Stars of the gods and their love, and traces of magical wonder; things that found their place in her body and her soul. She is the perfect form for all things good-natured and pure in this world - according to Miquella once, anyway.

"... He is dead." Her voice is warped, interlaced with something different. It resounds through the soul and grips the heart, fragile yet strong, just like her.

Dany blinks. "... Dead? Perona, what happened?" Her first thought went to Miquella dying by some strife they didn't know about. It doesn't occur to her for one minute that Perona truly is strong.

Strong enough... to do what Sir Gideon thought impossible: kill a god.

"... Leda... Ansbach... Thollier... St. Trina." Crystal tears fall from the void. "Even me. He swore we would all come together in an Age of Compassion. He promised me that it'd be a world we'd... be happy in."

The halo behind her back glows brighter with rage.

"But the Age of Compassion can never be such... not when the foundation itself is heartless sacrifice..." Referring to Mohg. The sight of his corpse haunts her still.

...

"... I'm not going anywhere. Not until I've undone this injustice." She readies her bell, forming into a polearm.

A twitch.

"GET BACK!!!"

Charging forward, Dany meets the blow, clearly a bluff, with a strong parry from a greatsword. A few more swipes sends Perona careening back, everything glowing.

"..." Perona is still. Enraged, but unwilling to fight. Rather, that strike was more of a warning: that this will get ugly fast.

"Fyra, she can't be reasoned with like this." Dany puts a hand on her friend's shoulder. "... Do you trust me?"

[crybaby-tarnished]

“I do trust you, but I don’t need help.” Fyra stated firmly. She strutted forward.  She had enough of everyone else fixing what was going on with her own child.  

“Perona, enough of this. So you killed him? Good. Then what is all of this?”

Once she was within arms reach she lifted her fist, and proceeded to lightly bonk the top of Perona's head. Not hard enough to really hurt, but enough… Hopefully it was enough. It wasn’t like Fyra could die permanently anyway. 

“If you killed him. The injustice has already been dealt with. What else is there?” She grabbed Perona’s face in her hands, giving her a shake, “Are you going to go to the Haligtree and destroy it? What about the people who live there? They won’t have a home any more if you do. There is nothing left for you to maim, kill, or whatever it is. So enough. Let's go home, and you can tell me everything.”

[crybaby-tarnished]

"Fyra!"

Ducking her head, Dany finds Fyra fairly quickly. Much unlike her usual happy demeanor, the draconian's brow and lip are set in a firm line. Knowing how rash she herself can be, Dany's decided to find her friends instead of act, as this has to do with something very important.

Perona hasn't been in the Hold for a while. Adding to that, the last time she was there, she... wasn't in a great state of mind. Not to say she was angry or sad, but rather just confused and lost, in some way. And it'd likely bring the Hold's denizens some peace of mind to know what's happened to their little ball of unalloyed sunshine.

"There you are." She gives a faint smile in greeting, though it's as fleeting as the morning mist. "... I'm sorry. I wouldn't normally disturb you unless it was something of vast importance."

Sending her helmet back into her arsenal so she can make proper eye contact, she crouches down to meet Fyra's eye level.

"... I found Perona. Or at least, I think I have." She sniffs in emphasis. "I was scouting around Mohgwyn palace - by the way it still smells like charred shit - and I found her..." Then her expression falls grim. "I tried to get close so I could talk to her, but she attacked me."

It's completely unlike Perona to attack anyone on sight. Everyone knows this; she's the sort to much rather find a peaceful resolution.

"I tried to talk to her through everything, but she wouldn't even look me in the eyes." She frowns. "... Fyra, you're her mother. I hate to ask this of you, but I need you with me to try again - she listens to you."

@in-lucem-veritas [Dany!]

Fyra was about to say hello to her old friend, whom she had not seen in a while. But with each word Dany said, Fyra’s face fell more and more. She stood in a flurry, now flat out scowling.

If Perona attacked someone, it was serious. Shatteringly so, and she already had an idea of what it was. She clenched her fists, jaw set.

“Take me to her.”

She was not sure if she could fix what had happened, but she would try.

[in-lucem-veritas]

"Alright, but... I won't ask you to fight her. Actually I'd rather you do the talking and leave the fighting to me." She gently but firmly takes Fyra's hand, leading her to the Table of Lost Grace. As it glows with guidance she turns her gaze back to her. "... A mother shouldn't be forced to fight her own child."

In a blink, Mohgwyn Palace surrounds them. Pulling Fyra behind her, Dany's head whips to and fro, looking for a potential ambush. Turning her nose up she sniffs deeply.

"... She's close by, I can smell... Hm?"

A shooting star in the sky, or rather something flying about. Before long it blinks, sending golden blasts her way. Hurriedly she whips Fyra to the side like a violent tango, shield up to parry the continuing blasts. Realizing quickly this is how it would continue, the star shoots down into Miquella's cocoon, destroying it in a bouquet of rotted flesh and blood.

When the haze clears, Perona stands there, face twisted into a scowl. Cracks on her face, resembling that of a porcelain doll, reveal gold and silver stars. Her eyes are wholly unfocused, signifying she has absolutely no idea what she's doing.

"Perona!" Dany calls. "I'm warning you, I will fight back this time!" No response. "... Perona..." Looking back at Fyra, nervous. "... Stay behind me, this is dangerous."

[crybaby-tarnished]

Fyra strutted past Dany without a single care for her safety, thankfully she was no so foolish as to get too close, at least right then. 

“Perona!” she called out, “What did he do?” She knew it immediately. Miquella had shattered Perona’s trust, just as Fyra feared he would. It seemed inevitable for them to all turn sour, having more power than anything should have. 

“Talk to me! Perona!” Fyra yelled even louder, taking one step closer, hands held out pleadingly, “Calm down and let's go home!”

[crybaby-tarnished]

"Fyra!"

Ducking her head, Dany finds Fyra fairly quickly. Much unlike her usual happy demeanor, the draconian's brow and lip are set in a firm line. Knowing how rash she herself can be, Dany's decided to find her friends instead of act, as this has to do with something very important.

Perona hasn't been in the Hold for a while. Adding to that, the last time she was there, she... wasn't in a great state of mind. Not to say she was angry or sad, but rather just confused and lost, in some way. And it'd likely bring the Hold's denizens some peace of mind to know what's happened to their little ball of unalloyed sunshine.

"There you are." She gives a faint smile in greeting, though it's as fleeting as the morning mist. "... I'm sorry. I wouldn't normally disturb you unless it was something of vast importance."

Sending her helmet back into her arsenal so she can make proper eye contact, she crouches down to meet Fyra's eye level.

"... I found Perona. Or at least, I think I have." She sniffs in emphasis. "I was scouting around Mohgwyn palace - by the way it still smells like charred shit - and I found her..." Then her expression falls grim. "I tried to get close so I could talk to her, but she attacked me."

It's completely unlike Perona to attack anyone on sight. Everyone knows this; she's the sort to much rather find a peaceful resolution.

"I tried to talk to her through everything, but she wouldn't even look me in the eyes." She frowns. "... Fyra, you're her mother. I hate to ask this of you, but I need you with me to try again - she listens to you."

@in-lucem-veritas [Dany!]

Fyra was about to say hello to her old friend, whom she had not seen in a while. But with each word Dany said, Fyra’s face fell more and more. She stood in a flurry, now flat out scowling.

If Perona attacked someone, it was serious. Shatteringly so, and she already had an idea of what it was. She clenched her fists, jaw set.

“Take me to her.”

She was not sure if she could fix what had happened, but she would try.

[allknowingofnir]

Here for your old bones.

"Where's the purple umbrella though like the other one had?"

[crybaby-tarnished]

"THAT WASN'T AN UMBRELLA IT WAS A LITERAL POISON FLOWER."

[velvet-apricots]

Fyra and Gideon's parents.

Fyra was the spitting image of her mother.

Gideon's father always covered his hair, which was naturally white. A sign of Nox blood.

[allknowingofnir]

“Oh! Honey! May I have some Ensha?” Fyra makes puppy eyes at him. @crybaby-tarnished

Ensha pauses for a moment and considers. There is a fresh jar on hand, but alas... he is very lacking in the ham shank department.

[crybaby-tarnished]

Fyra side eyes him for a moment.

"I'll make you honey baked ham if you give me some honey."

[obranni]

Geralt stares intently at the tiny Ranni, his little hands rubbing together as if he is about to steal something.

"Whatever thine plan is, do not do it." The doll eyes the kindred with great suspicion.

[crybaby-tarnished]

Geralt's head tilts, fingers flexing. With out a second thought, he snatches her up, examining her a moment before he runs off with her to add her to his loot stash under the stairs.

[crybaby-tarnished]

"Auntie, Why you scowl about Dada?"

Solis asks, bring another clean sheet to Fyra. The joy of having little helpers. Solis then pats her nose.

"Scowls smells weird. Did dada steal cookie?"

"Dada nuh s'ea' coo'ke!"

Luna yells from the pushing a woven basket of more sheets

Fyra looked down at the twins, in the middle of sharpening her sword. She tilted her head, frowning a moment.

"I scowl at your pa?" She was not even sure she knew who their father was, "Who is your pa? I am not sure I have met him."

[clueless-tarnished]

"ye mee' dada before"

Luna tells Auntie. Then looked over at Solis.

"bw'gh' fw'ends l'e"

"nuuh they said auntie met dada before"

Solis then proceeds to pull sheet over her head. Attemping to make it look like cloak

"me no like auntie cooking. Me like me root"

She attempted to speak in a deep voice. Swinging around that deathroot she keeps in her pocket. Solis makes a good impression on Dadas grumpy times

[crybaby-tarnished]

"I don't think..." She made a face, thinking very hard about who they were talking about. Not a lot of people didn't appreciate her cooking... So that only left a few people."

"... Is it the man who looks like a walking corpse?" she asked after a while, "Super tall and muscular?"

[clueless-tarnished]

"corpse?

"cowpse?"

The twins repeated it a few times. Confused on what Auntie means by it. But when she said tall and muscular, that changed the braincell in their head.

"ye! ye! Dada tall and strong!"

"Dada hab 'ong ha'w and 'ke So's!"

Luna points at her sister's hair. Solis's hair colour appears to be a more platinum blonde and straight.

"Mama! Mama!"

Solis calls Mama. Mama knows how to speak grown up to Auntie.

"Yes?"

Nouma called out

[crybaby-tarnished]

Fyra looked up, leaning as if looking around a corner to see if she could see Nouma. She of course could not, so she called out to her "The twins are wondering why I scowl at their 'dada'. I had no idea I knew him."

She supposed it was narrowed enough now. "He was a bit rude to me. I offered him food and he acted like I was babying him... I probably was overly familiar, some people I guess just want to deal with things themselves."

She put her hand to her face. "I don't scowl EVERY time I see him do I?"

[crybaby-tarnished]

"Oh my daughter is gone...."

[crybaby-tarnished]

"YAY MY DAUGHTER IS BACK"

[crybaby-tarnished]

"Auntie, Why you scowl about Dada?"

Solis asks, bring another clean sheet to Fyra. The joy of having little helpers. Solis then pats her nose.

"Scowls smells weird. Did dada steal cookie?"

"Dada nuh s'ea' coo'ke!"

Luna yells from the pushing a woven basket of more sheets

Fyra looked down at the twins, in the middle of sharpening her sword. She tilted her head, frowning a moment.

"I scowl at your pa?" She was not even sure she knew who their father was, "Who is your pa? I am not sure I have met him."

[clueless-tarnished]

"ye mee' dada before"

Luna tells Auntie. Then looked over at Solis.

"bw'gh' fw'ends l'e"

"nuuh they said auntie met dada before"

Solis then proceeds to pull sheet over her head. Attemping to make it look like cloak

"me no like auntie cooking. Me like me root"

She attempted to speak in a deep voice. Swinging around that deathroot she keeps in her pocket. Solis makes a good impression on Dadas grumpy times

[crybaby-tarnished]

"I don't think..." She made a face, thinking very hard about who they were talking about. Not a lot of people didn't appreciate her cooking... So that only left a few people."

"... Is it the man who looks like a walking corpse?" she asked after a while, "Super tall and muscular?"

[crybaby-tarnished]

(Wanna make a side blog for Nanaya but why bother if there is no Midra to go with her?)

[crybaby-tarnished]

Assorted doodles of Geralt of Caelid.

[velvet-apricots]

Woops