Formerly a Redoran born in Ebonheart, Vivayth is a mystic and a pellar who applies the will of the House of Troubles and follows the most ancient of magical practices as a means to harness chaos and free herself from the shackles of mortality. An incredibly spiritual person at her core, the combining of the divine and the mortal is essential to her day-to-day, and though her methods of learning and expanding upon her repertoire are unorthodox at best and criminally insane at worst, faith drives her to hopefully one day help all of mortalkind into godhood, even if it means one must turn to the Testing Gods of the Dunmer and bargain with all manner of Daedra and spirit.
While she does try to be kind-hearted and endeavor to be good to people as much as possible, the truth behind Vivayth is far darker than some would have you believe. Despite her awkward behavior, absentmindedness and apparent sweet motives, Vivayth is, in truth, a deeply emotional and troubled individual. Wracked by emotional unpredictability, she often finds herself lost in bloodlust and sadism in moments of intensity, only to later drown in regret. Self-inflicted exposure to horrors of all kinds has left her not only numb to carnage and the loss of life, but it has led her to develop a thrill for both seeing it, and causing it. In spite of all this, she's a woman of faith; religion is a tremendously important cornerstone to her entire personality, and not only is her odd, unorthodox, fully heretical faith is paramount to her way of life, but so is her philosophy of struggle that inevitably may lead to ascension beyond one's flesh. The Ancestral Spirits of Morrowind, those being the Daedra, will always be held in high regard in her heart, and they have enough sway over her that she has since rescinded her faith in the Tribunal; a love for the Three she has held for hundreds of years, now dead.
(art by @omiraro)
Vivayth was born to the Rathryn family in Ebonheart on the 21st of Midyear, 2E 358. The Rathryn were a prestigious clan of highborn under the Redoran banner who have earned their high standing in society by working for the powerful Ra'athim nobility and their ebony mining fiefs. While this arrangement has brought tremendous prosperity to the clan over the generations, young Vivayth— who was, at the time, a boy— felt that this lifestyle she was born into was less of a luxury and more of a suffocating, gilded cage.
The stress of living up to her parents' expectations of her and carrying out whatever duties they might have deemed necessary— ranging from attending Great House banquets to rub elbows with the elite of Ebonheart to rigorous physical training in preparation for one day taking over the clan as its patriarch— was impossible to cope with. Throughout her first years, she slowly began sneaking away from the Rathryn Estate to explore the wilderness that spanned the island Ebonheart was situated in, calling herself a budding explorer and trailblazer. This led to a dangeorus run-in with the wildlife. As a young child, a passing mabrigash has taken quite a shine to her, and after healing her and sending her back to Ebonheart, the next several years were spent occasionally traveling to the city gates to mingle with other Ashlanders, who travel to Ebonheart to trade with the merchants and peddlers outside the city gates.
One day, many years after transitioning into a woman and learning what she could about Mysticism from the Ashlanders, Vivayth left her home and her gilded cage to carve her own path in life, and become her own woman.
(art by sunflower-wizard)
Ever since her youth, Vivayth has always looked to the horizon. Her absentmindedness and forgetfulness show how truly far her mind lies above the clouds, and beyond unto the stars. When leaving her hometown of Ebonheart, she promised to herself that she'd acquaint herself with as much of Tamriel as she can, singing her way through life with her lute at her back to support her previously vagrant lifestyle. Her wanderlust is at fault for her interests in Mysticism, a magical practice where discovery and contradiction are foundational.
This had a partial, somewhat unfortunatae result: the laws of the Tribunal Temple and the opulence of the Great Houses led Vivayth to stray from the path of righteousness and into the darkness of the Daedra. Recent events have brought her to look to the teachings of Veloth, and to a greater degree of heresy, the Hunting Grounds of Hircine.
(art by Anaithnidd)
Vivayth always has been, and always will be, aggressively patriotic. Sure, her ideals and views now align more closely to that of the Ashlanders and she is not the fondest of the Great Houses, but her homeland is her soul, and the soul of her people. Nothing about this will ever change, except that the fact about Morrowind being free of lycanthropy has become somewhat inaccurate. She does not believe herself to be the last werewolf in Morrowind, but she is one of the last, after the Temple hunted them down to extinction within the tribunate.
Though madness is unbecoming of a former Redoran such as Vivayth, it has sunk its claws into her mind. Her pursuit of divinity is partially a result of her curse of lycanthropy, though one may come to find it's merely one layer of an ultimate desire for absolute freedom. Ultimately, she has chosen to interpret that she was chosen to help carry out the fate of the Dunmer people: apotheosis. Freedom from mortality, and the destruction of limitation.
This delusion has poisoned everything about her: every little choice that she makes, every promise, every step that she takes, and every word carefully chosen will, in her mind, lead her to fulfill Lorkhanic grand design and destroy the idea of mortality altogether. She will stop at nothing to convince and persuade those she holds dear into sharing this sentiment, and she thinks that if any want to stop her, they will be met with an early freedom of their spirit from their corpse.
I made one! So that my posts are not lost in the swarm of reblogs on my main blog. Vivayth will mostly live here with occasional reblogs sprinkled here and there.
Playing with a daedric bow png because I feel like it should be flexible but WHERE does it bend? I feel like the parts on either side of the handle look like they’re on a hinge but idk this looks weird…
Thoughts? I’m more the sword guy than the bow guy.
Kinda like the idea that different Houses in Morrowind probably have different accents/ways of speech, especially between regions- ei Vvardenfell Hlaalu might have a different "accent" than mainland/Narsis Hlaalu accent, if that makes sense?
Thinking of this got me realizing, in this headcannon scenario, Tilven would have grown up with a "Vvardenfell Hlaalu" accent, considering his adoptive mother used to be part of a Hlaalu family branch. Which is hilarious to me, cuz Tilven kinda hates House Hlaalu, but for his formative years, he has that accent.
Got pretty inspired playing TR. Decided to draw Nilvhri, my Dunmer gal, hanging out in Narsis.
I loosely traced over an offical TR screenshot of Narsis for the background (mostly for the general shape of buildings), so full credit to the wonderful team there for that. Nil's outfit is inspired by various Morrowind outfits (in game and concept art) and TR stuff. Her face is a rough re-creation of a Tamriel Data face.
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