faldron

"What, what?" "Oh." ... "You're not a visitor, are you?" ----- Independent Skyrim roleplay blog for a Dunmer pariah, tracks faldron He has a makeshift "laboratory" in the ruins of Avanchnzel but is prone to visiting Riften or popping into the College of Winterhold from time to time. sidebar/icon art by mirkwoodism

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[faldron]

fuckyeah-char-dev:

➜ GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [Redacted]

NICKNAME(S): Faldron (more of an alias than a nickname but hey)

AGE: Roughly 500 (give or take, wide potential margin of error), but he doesn't really know beyond that

DATE OF BIRTH: 19 Sun's Height

NATIONALITY: Dunmer

OCCUPATION: Pariah, recluse, Destruction mage

RELIGION: None

SEXUALITY:  *uncomfortable laughter* Haha... oh...

➜ APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: N/A

HEIGHT:  6'0"

WEIGHT: 138 lbs (he's scrawny as fuck under his robes)

HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown

EYE COLOUR: Red/Light blue

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: All those ugly-ass scars and disfigurements

➜ BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Balmora, Morrowind (or so he says, it could be true)

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Avanchnzel

FINANCIAL STATUS: He has about all the money he needs for his unusual lifestyle

EDUCATION LEVEL: Very well-educated, and not just on magical matters. He's lived a long time, has been able to pick things up

FATHER: His birth father left while his mother was pregnant with him, so he never knew the guy

MOTHER: Iduna [Redacted]

SIBLINGS: Sadela, younger sister, died during childhood

EXTENDED FAMILY: N/A

[faldron]

booksandbrimstone:

The words set her on edge more than anything else he had said. It hit her very core, making the roots of her teeth hurt. This wasn’t safe, this wasn’t anywhere near close to being safe. But she could save this, she knew it. Or, at least she believed it. Bretons were bred to negotiate, after all.

"Love is something that can only grow if two people spend time together. Let us be honest, we never see one another. We do not talk, we do not even have the same associates. If I were to leave now and ignore all of this as I had planned to do, there would be no risk."

She held her breath for a moment, steadying herself. “I will never love you, you will never love me. I see no problem here. This chance that worries you, and logically so, is nonexistent.”

"It doesn't matter.  Like I said, even the chance is too much risk.  I'll have to see you.  You're here, I can't avoid the College forever, no, it's the only reliable place to get good soul gems if nothing else, and there's always something else, something I need here.  And I'm not capable of love.  This I know.  I will never love you.  I'll never love anyone  That said..."

He sighed, he could feel a migraine coming on, oh what a convenient time for that.  "That said," he went on, "the fact that I could hate you less than I hate other people, even, it's too much of a risk.  I don't even really understand what a soulmate is.  It's clearly not about love if it can be between two people who barely know one another, but evidently there's a connection of sorts.  Can't have connections.  Not after Will--"

His real eye narrowed, the false one slid forward, threatening to pop out of the socket.  "So tell me, would you like to simply burn, or can I do something more creative?"

[faldron]

♥ [ Oh lawd she'd have a heart attack right there! ]

Imagine when you find your soulmate, your heart starts to glow red. Send me "♥" for my muses reaction to it happening when our muses meet.

What was that feeling in his chest?  It was almost as if his heart was… Well, a glance down at his chest confirmed his fears and with a glance around him, well, it wasn’t hard to find someone else with a glowing heartbeat and oh.  Oh.  Now that was just cruelty really.  The poor little thing didn’t deserve this.  Faldron felt a pang of…

Of…

By the gods, that’s real sympathy that is. Didn’t know I could feel that anymore.

At a loss for what else to do, he limped over to the Snow Elf with a blank look and gripped the collar of her cloak until his knuckles lightened in color.  Leaning in close he whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll end it.  Me, I mean.  I’ll end me.  It seems the gods are crueler than I expected.”

[faldron]

bloodoftheancients:

The shaky grip, followed by a flurry of disjointed and short passages of speech, presented a most confusing quandary for the wary little Snow Elf to process. On one hand, such a steely grip could mean anger… But the tone of his speech did not match. On the other hand, it could be a desperate call for help… But alas, she could not understand what he was trying to say, save for the expression of disdain present towards the Divines amongst those fragmented sentences of common tongue. What she could understand, however, was that hollow expression… An expression of guilt, of doubt, of a sense of being entirely undeserving. Amongst the gentle pulse of two beating hearts, united by the soft luminescence of a connection destined to be made, it seemed that Faldron did not believe himself worthy of basking amongst such warmth… Suddenly, all of the pieces of the puzzle came together, and her heart almost lurched within her chest. Soulmates? Him? It did not feel right, not in the slightest… But how could she know that for certain, if she did not give the poor mer a chance? "Please… Do not fear that which you do not know," she murmured nervously in Aldmeris, tentatively reaching for the hand that gripped her collar. “No matter what you have done, how you perceive yourself, or whom you might be… Everyone deserves a chance to be happy.” A small smile spread across her lips, her thumb gently stroking the hand beneath hers in a tender act of reassurance. "I do not understand what it is that has united us… And I cannot say that I thought it might be you. But Faldron… Do not consign yourself to nothingness, when you are worth far more than you believe yourself to be."

Faldron's mind raced.  She was.... being surprisingly kind.  He wasn't sure how to deal with that-- kindness.  It was foreign and left a bad taste in his mouth.  Poor associations, et cetera.  Often soft words came just before a harsh blow.  Perhaps to cushion it, or perhaps to make the bruises sting more by comparison, he knew not.  Mattered little anyway.

"No," he said, switching to clumsy-but-understandable Aldmeris at that point, after his mind had calmed enough to allow him to do so.  "Not me.  I deserve misery, I carve out a place for myself where I can be miserable and alone and seek contact with others only when I wish to make them as unhappy as I."  His voice was closer to a croak than anything a mer should be able to make, like he was choking on his words.

"You don't deserve the misery that is my company."  He sighed.  "If I end it, me, you will never need to even think about it.  There's no good ending here.  Soulmate as a term implies... caring.  And I can't care without burning."

[faldron]

booksandbrimstone:

 She hummed, honestly seeming to consider the question. “I have always thought it would be interesting to have one’s heart ripped out, though I typically remove organs only after one is dead.”

There was a twinge of humor to her voice. If that didn’t help disarm the situation, at least she had managed to amuse herself once last time, even if it was over such a dark subject. Her twisted humor was the last of her worries, though.

"Excuse my saying this, as I am sure you have more to worry about at the moment, but I do hope you are aware that I had fully intended to ignore this whole ‘soul mate’ concept. I do not trust such a thing, to be honest." She gave the best shrug she could manage.

"I can pull organs out, easy.  The heart's hard to get to.  It'll hurt, I'll need to break your sternum, force aside your rib cage, prod at your lungs.  Excruciating really.  You won't enjoy it but if you think it would be interesting."

He shrugged.  "Look, I'd love to ignore it, but that's taking a risk, girlie.  I've lived too long to take too many risks, and a risk with this... it's more than I'm willing to bet on.  If there's even a chance, the smallest chance, I could love another person... I have to kill that person before anything resembling love develops.  Tha's jus' how it is.  I wish I could ignore it, lass.  Much as I love a good murder, I do, but..."

He shook his head.  "It doesn' matter if maybe it's rubbish.  Doesn' matter if you're going to ignore it, if I want to ignore it.  The chance is too much and then there's another problem."

He leaned in close to whisper, "Why'd it have to be you and not him?"  And ah, there was the anger he knew he should have been feeling.

[faldron]

♥ (I need a laugh)

Imagine when you find your soulmate, your heart starts to glow red. Send me "♥" for my muses reaction to it happening when our muses meet.

Faldron didn’t notice at first.  No, he was a bit too caught up with trying to— by Dagon’s testicles damn it— get that spell working.  That was consuming quite a bit of his attention.  What drew him out of it was the young Breton passing.  He caught sight of the glowing on her chest, shining through those robes she wore.

He was going to point it out, loudly, and laugh.  However, a glance around the courtyard revealed no one else in sight.  Odd, perhaps it was… no, there was actually nobody around.

Wait a moment…

He glanced down and swore under his breath before approaching the Breton at a brisk pace and grabbing her roughly by the shoulder.

"I’m sorry it has to be this way," he growled, voice low as he indicated that unfortunate glowing.  "Wasn’t expecting to need to kill someone here so quickly, but these things happen.  You understand, I assume?"

"Defend yourself, girl, or keep quiet and believe in merciful gods.”

[faldron]

booksandbrimstone:

She had wanted to keep walking. Despite the throbbing heat in her chest indicating this mysterious soul mate was near by, she had no intention to stop and investigate. She had better things to do, after all, like returning a book before the orc knew it was missing.

Then he grabbed her.

Fienelef stared at Faldron, taken aback not only by his words, his actions, but by his chest as well. She swallowed. “I fear I do not understand, my lord. Unless you are working for the library to catch those who keep out over-due books I see no reason for this action.”

Her voice was shaking, betraying her usually calm demeanor. If she could just get him talking, maybe he wouldn’t kill her just yet.

Faldron would have loved to stay calm.  Truly he would like nothing more.  But no, his mind was reeling far too much for that and if the wide eyes and shaking hands and knuckles turning pale as they gripped her so she couldn't get away weren't obvious enough, there was murder in his eyes.

"We're alone out here, girl.  I could kill you quick and nobody would notice at first, not until I had gotten away at least.  Hide out somewhere for a while, return to the College and act surprised when I hear a young lass got murdered."

His voice was a low growl, but the violence his words implied wasn't present in his tone.  Perhaps he wasn't quite so violent as he implied he was going to be-- yet anyway.

"Tell me, lassie, is there any special way you'd want to die?"

[faldron]

{I tried not to make them all repetitive and that was really fun thank you guys for letting me do whatever that was!}

[faldron]

♥

Imagine when you find your soulmate, your heart starts to glow red. Send me "♥" for my muses reaction to it happening when our muses meet.

Hm.  Looked like that Bosmer there had found her… soulmate or whatever.  Faldron had always scoffed at the notion.  He’d lived for several centuries and he’d never glowed.  And he’d never wanted to.

But bah.  Good for her…or what-not.

Except no.  No, he was glowing as well, he noticed with a glance down at his chest and a terribly unfamiliar reddish light shining even through his thick black robes.

Shit.

And she’d noticed it too.  So he closed the distance between them, grabbed her arm rather roughly and leaned in close to her ear so he could whisper.  ”You’re a lovely little thing, aren’t you?  And you’re to be my soul mate, eh?  That’s how this works, I know it is.  Seen enough of that.  You sure got the short end of this stick, didn’t you, lass?”

He paused, tightening his grip on her arm, digging his nails in and cupping her cheek.  ”See, there’s a problem, though.  I can’t have a soulmate.  That implies love, it does.  Can’t allow it.  Nothing personal, you just really lucked out here.”

He removed his hand from her face and in it appeared a flame spell.  ”Tell me, would you want to go this way, or would you prefer something more… personal, as my soulmate and all?  I’m fond of using my bare hands on important folks.”

[faldron]

"♥"!! (Ha ha, if you like!)

Imagine when you find your soulmate, your heart starts to glow red. Send me "♥" for my muses reaction to it happening when our muses meet.

The Dunmer frowned.  A glance down at his chest confirmed the fear he’d felt when he saw the Bosmer’s own heart glowing and oh, by Dagon’s weird extra arms why couldn’t it have been someone else who was destined to be soulmates with this fellow?  Anyone else?

Anyone else would have been a kinder fate, or just about anyone else.

However it was clear the Bosmer had seen that unsightly glowing as well, so there was no way around it, no way to pretend it hadn’t happened and crawl back to Avanchnzel and act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

No, he was, evidently, to have a soulmate.

His mind raced, his hands clenched and unclenched.  His initial thought was ‘kill him and get it over with, don’t even say anything, just nip the problem in the bud’ (and admittedly, his next seven or eight thoughts were the same) but managed to quell that urge.

For the moment.

Meandering up to this fellow at what he hoped was a leisurely pace, Faldron grabbed him by the collar with surprising force as he mentally tried to gauge how strong a flame spell he’d need.  ”You know, don’t you lad, that death is something to be celebrated, eh?”

[faldron]

♥

Imagine when you find your soulmate, your heart starts to glow red. Send me "♥" for my muses reaction to it happening when our muses meet.

Faldron didn't know what to do with himself when he noticed a warm red glow from his chest.  This was very disconcerting.  He had expected never to find a "soulmate" at all and was perfectly fine with that.  In fact, he was counting on it. 

As it was, he froze, looked around for the other person, who he knew would be glowing as well and spotted him with ease for obvious reasons and against his will, the Dunmer let out a very pitchy, very surprised noise.  He didn't know he was capable of his voice getting that high.

"Damn," he grumbled, walking over to the mer with a frown, real eye squinting and false one wider than it looked like it ought to be.  "How's it going to be, lad?  Do I have to kill you, or would you rather be the one to kill?  Won't bother me either way, but this..." he gestured to their glowing hearts, matching rhythm.  "... This isn't something I can allow."

[faldron]

♥ [ Oh lawd she'd have a heart attack right there! ]

Imagine when you find your soulmate, your heart starts to glow red. Send me "♥" for my muses reaction to it happening when our muses meet.

What was that feeling in his chest?  It was almost as if his heart was... Well, a glance down at his chest confirmed his fears and with a glance around him, well, it wasn't hard to find someone else with a glowing heartbeat and oh.  Oh.  Now that was just cruelty really.  The poor little thing didn't deserve this.  Faldron felt a pang of...

Of...

By the gods, that's real sympathy that is. Didn't know I could feel that anymore.

At a loss for what else to do, he limped over to the Snow Elf with a blank look and gripped the collar of her cloak until his knuckles lightened in color.  Leaning in close he whispered, "Don't worry, I'll end it.  Me, I mean.  I'll end me.  It seems the gods are crueler than I expected."

[faldron]

nafaei replied to your post:♥ (I need a laugh)

{ honey they said ‘a laugh’ not ‘an attempted murder’ }

{I know.

Where did I go so wrong?}

[faldron]

booksandbrimstone replied to your post:♥ (I need a laugh)

((Is it bad I want to respond to this?))

{You can totally respond if you want! I'd be excited}

[faldron]

♥ (I need a laugh)

Imagine when you find your soulmate, your heart starts to glow red. Send me "♥" for my muses reaction to it happening when our muses meet.

Faldron didn't notice at first.  No, he was a bit too caught up with trying to-- by Dagon's testicles damn it-- get that spell working.  That was consuming quite a bit of his attention.  What drew him out of it was the young Breton passing.  He caught sight of the glowing on her chest, shining through those robes she wore.

He was going to point it out, loudly, and laugh.  However, a glance around the courtyard revealed no one else in sight.  Odd, perhaps it was... no, there was actually nobody around.

Wait a moment...

He glanced down and swore under his breath before approaching the Breton at a brisk pace and grabbing her roughly by the shoulder.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way," he growled, voice low as he indicated that unfortunate glowing.  "Wasn't expecting to need to kill someone here so quickly, but these things happen.  You understand, I assume?"

"Defend yourself, girl, or keep quiet and believe in merciful gods."

[faldron]

♥ { i just happened to be logged in here so-- }

Imagine when you find your soulmate, your heart starts to glow red. Send me "♥" for my muses reaction to it happening when our muses meet.

Over the years Faldron had become accustomed to the smell of death.  He has a nose for it, and for murder in particular.

This man reeked of it.  Not that the Dunmer found that wholly unpleasant, of course, because there's always something less pleasant than death but people don't smell of corpses without spending a little too much time among them.

Anyway, that was the first thing he noticed.  The second thing was the beating of his heart, and the warm glow he saw even through his dark clothes, and the similar glow from this... this man.

Oh.

Well, that's something isn't it? he thought and it was difficult to concentrate on anything but the terrifying redness.  What did it mean?  Did it have to mean something?

Could he nip this problem in the bud, should he even try when this man smells of death?

It was hard to concentrate with all those questions in his mind, questions and this seemingly-ordinary-but-not man with his terrible, dark, dangerous eyes so beautiful they could only belong to him.

Well, shit.

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Imagine when you find your soulmate, your heart starts to glow red. Send me "♥" for my muses reaction to it happening when our muses meet.

[hellopartypeoples]

[faldron]

{I'd reblog that soulmate meme but Fal's reaction would be the exact same every time:

"Oh. Shit. Sorry, gonna have to kill you now. Can't start loving things."}

[faldron]

a collection of small headcanons:

Faldron was part of the Mythic Dawn during the Oblivion Crisis-- he helped open gates outside Anvil and Skingrad.

His problems with authority probably have a lot to do with the time he spent as a Telvanni apprentice. Okay, they definitely have a lot to do with that. Or everything to do with that.

Sadela, his only sister, died as a toddler when he was just a wee lad and he never got over it.

He's never really been in love before. Even his 'Dearest William' was just obsession and fixation more than real love, coupled with strong affection and the desire to have.

He'd make a truly fantastic saint.