you are the scars that shape you.

A blog for ttrpg brainrot and RP, penned by Lilith / Aria. Private and Selective. Icon and header by @necroma888 on Twitter!

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Intro / Pinned Post

This is a private and selective blog focused on characters I have made for the P.F2.e ttrpg setting, across two campaigns I play with my friends (one of which I also GM for). This blog will mostly consist of worldbuilding, character building, scattered thoughts, and other such things relevant to my characters.

Activity will, as always, be sporadic, but all interaction is welcome. Also, icons and other formatting will not be present on this blog, and it will remain a text-heavy blog for the foreseeable future.

Below is a small summary of the available characters on this blog, with a few side muses being present upon request only;

The Twin Orchids

Soup Thornshield, seer elf, any pronouns. A travelling minstrel, runaway of one of the most notable families in the Graneyean Empire, and the ex-husband of Godiva Thornshield, the greatest blacksmith in Albarea. Favoured by the Lord of Spring, he uses her gifts to combat the forces of chaos with his beloved party members, using both his sorcery and his trusty fire poi to enchant his enemies in their last moments. Currently travelling with his beloved companions, Sino and Seraph.

Orchidus Flores, seer elf, he/they. A version of Soup from another timeline where he took the throne of House Elrose under his birth name, Salphan. Following a triapse into the void encouraged by his faithful companion, Severia Sarranne, he changed his ways and likewise abandoned the empire and the oligarchy, taking to the ground and fighting all those who would attempt to exploit the power vacuum of his making. Currently travelling within his own world with his acquaintances, Maisie and Makoto.

The Crownswatch

Dejin Rafaello Stabile, human, he/him. A compassionate and charming human mercenary of apparently Meraviglian origin. Once the romantic partner of beloved Crownswatch member Yorgos Megalos, the brother of Cassius, he now works to fill the void left behind by him - and is now equally as motivated to do all he can to save Yorgos' brother, Cassius Crow, wherever he may be. Currently recovering from injuries at Crownswatch Headquarters.

Garur Drakejaw, orc, they/them. A scrappy and jolly orcish barbarian, previously beholden to Clan Shatterstone, but changed their loyalties to the far-more-accepting Clan Drakejaw. For reasons they have yet to disclose, they now work for the Crownswatch to keep the peace in Tahrea in any way they can. Currently searching for Nowhere, and running other small jobs where they can.

Khiye Vasilescu, half-elf, she/they. A mysterious, knowledgeable, and sarcastic thaumaturge employed as a field medic for the Crownswatch. She is the caretaker of Nowhere, the tiefling, and arguably the most educated member of the four Crownswatch members that tend to form the same familiar squad. Currently heading back to Crownswatch Headquarters with Nowhere in tow.

Nowhere, tiefling, it/she. A feral, aggressive, and mischievous tiefling who behaves in a way that can only be described as animalistic. Although she is only able to communicate in growls, hisses, and other such noises, as well as very rudimentary sign language, she is apparently far smarter than she appears, and is able to understand everyone else's words and intentions perfectly fine. Currently travelling with her beloved caretaker, Khiye.

Those Stricken by the Elements

Cassius Crow, human, he/him. The bastard child of Petros Megalos, the reliquary keeper of the Graneyean Empire, and an unknown mother. After his brother's death, he was overcome by grief and an overwhelming need to prove his own strength to himself, his father, and the world at large. After unsuccessfully attempting to use Starflayer to connect himself to the power of the Astral Plane, and being stopped by the group of advenrurers that would go on to name themselves Team Crow, his essence was scattered across the elemental chaos, to apparently float aimlessly forever. Current location unknown.

Parveen Storm, suli, he/they. The bastard child of a genie and a refugee from a crumbling empire, born in a city of industry and raised in a city of freedom and indulgence. After coming into a set of elemental powers he scarcely understood how to control, he sought the help of Fourwinds Monastery, both to hone his skills, and to find a place he could finally belong. Currently serving the Cardinal of the Four Winds, in the ultimate mission to rid the world of the Maelstrom that plagues the skies above Tahrea.

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"I had two phases... and then three plucky lesbians burned through them and doomed me to a life of unearned sainthood. So there's that."

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Anne Carson, “Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides” / George William Joy, “Sleeping Joan of Arc” / Andrei Tarkovsky / Anne Sexton / “Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian”, Il Sodoma / Caroline Walker Bynum, “The Holy Feast and the Holy Fast” / “St. Denis Picking up His Head”, 19th century Panthéon murals / Margaret Atwood, “Half Hanged Mary”

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Commission for @dis—parity

Thank you so much!

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What an odd day to be Soup Thornshield. Odd, if only due to the mystery present addressed to him, found inside the greenhoue of Lenoir Manor. The giftbox itself looked unremarkable; just your standard festive paper with a card attached.

Sorry that you're having to deal with mom's weirdness. Don't stop for too long to smell the flowers—this family is crazy.

Inside he'd find a scarf embroidered with white lilies. It was warm to the touch, power from the fire spirits weaved right into the fabric. There is no signature on the card.

It's a Starlight Miracle!

The journeys past, the journeys to come, the adventures and excitement that had defined the life of Soup Thornshield these past few months... it was no surprise that dealing with demons, merfolk and the like, and the excitement of reuniting with his dear sister all warranted a nice nap in the greenhouse, just like old times.

... man, he was getting old, prioritising his sleep like this. He wasn't about to let his age bring him down, though, as a rested body is a rested mind, and whatnot. But... it seems like he's going to have to delay his rest just a little longer. Sat upon the hammock that he had long since claimed for himself was the simple gift box and card, with a message from another voice he may as well simply accept that he'll never find the source of.

[Recall Knowledge: Nature - Result: 26 (10+16) - Success]

Mom's weirdness... that phrase certainly did stick out to him. The warmth and power of flame imbued into the flower-laden scarf, the crazy tendencies of this supposed mother all aligned with-

"... hah! Hahahah! How in the hells did you get this in here, Christine?" It's not like he's expecting her to hear him as he lifts the fabric in his hands, wrapping it delicately around his neck. If he had better access to her, maybe he would have passed the gift on to Tulia with much the same sentiments, but... it was helping him keep just that bit warmer, despite the clear chill in the air.

As he lays down and shuts his violet-hued eyes, he simply sighs to the empty air around him, to the leaves and blooms gently swaying and lulling him into a peaceful slumber. "Ah... it's good to know I'm not the only normal person among the ranks of the Favoured."

Even he had to know that was a stretch. But did it really matter any more?

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HEARTBREAKING: this character understood their fate and decided they deserved it ‼️

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FLAWED: this character saw the warning signs a mile away and walked towards the chasm anyway!!!

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT: you did this to yourself. it was going to happen anyways, you just laid your head on the shoulder of your doom. you sat quietly next to the door like a dog and you expected it. you expected it a little too much

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🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 / 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i can't stop thinking about you even when i try.  ❜ ❛  every time i see you, it's like my heart skips a beat.  ❜ ❛  i never realized how much i needed you until you weren't there.  ❜ ❛  do you ever feel like there's something missing ... like a piece of your heart is somewhere else?  ❜ ❛  i wish i had the courage to tell you how i feel.  ❜ ❛  if only you knew how much you truly mean to me.  ❜ ❛  do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different between us?  ❜ ❛  sometimes i wonder if you ever think about me the way i think about you.  ❜ ❛  i had a lot of dreams about you recently.  ❜ ❛  somehow, you're always on my mind.  ❜ ❛  i think i've been in love with you since the day we met - scratch that, i know i've been in love with you since the day we met.  ❜ ❛  my biggest wish is to hold you close and never let you go.  ❜ ❛  all my life i've felt like a part of me was missing, but with you i've finally found it.  ❜ ❛  you deserve better than who i am right now, but i'm gonna keep trying to become someone you do deserve.  ❜ ❛  every time you smile at me, i get this flutter in my chest.  ❜ ❛  do you think i'll ever be worthy of your love?  ❜ ❛  i want to be the person to make you happy. the one person you can always come to with whatever you need.  ❜ ❛  will we ever get another chance together?  ❜ ❛  you were the best thing that's ever happened to me.  ❜ ❛  my biggest regret is ever letting you go.  ❜ ❛  i'm still in love with you ... and i honestly never stopped.  ❜ ❛  when i wake up in the morning, you're the first person i want to see.  ❜ ❛  every time i wake up, i check if you wrote me another message.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could be as important to you as you are to me.  ❜ ❛  it hurts when you don't talk to me like you used to.  ❜ ❛  i miss everything about you, your touch, your laugh, your smile. i wish i could have that back.  ❜ ❛  i want to fall asleep wrapped in your arms.  ❜ ❛  hold me closer; i always feel safer when you're with me.  ❜ ❛  there's so much i wish i was able to tell you.  ❜ ❛  i know things aren't easy right now, but i want to remain a fixture in your life. after all, you're one in mine.  ❜ ❛  i miss the way you always made me smile.  ❜ ❛  you're the reason i keep holding on.  ❜ ❛  maybe we're supposed so to remain a case of 'right person, wrong time' forever.  ❜ ❛  if only you knew how i feel about you.  ❜ ❛  i'm yearning to hold your hand in mine.  ❜ ❛  i think you are the one for me, and i hope one day i'll be the one for you, too.  ❜ ❛  do you think i'll ever become more than a friend to you?  ❜ ❛  my heart belongs to you, always and forever.  ❜ ❛  my first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost.  ❜ ❛  i've been thinking about us a lot lately.  ❜

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oh fuck *falls back into old habits* *screen fades to black* *level loading* TIP: your belief that you are incapable of changing for the better will become a self fulfilling prophecy if left unchallenged

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What does your soul refuse to admit?

Soup and Cassius are... The Forgotten Child

No matter how old you get, part of you is still frozen at the moment you realized you were never enough. That part of you waits-small, trembling, wide-eyed-for someone to finally say, 'I choose you.' But no one ever has, not the way you needed. And so you built walls, distractions, accomplishments, masks. You became who you thought people wanted, but inside, the child still sits in the corner, knees tucked to chest, eyes on the door. You pretend you don't hear their voice, but you do. Every time you feel left out. Every time someone overlooks you. Every time love feels one-sided. The child's voice is growing louder. And you know one day, you won't be able to drown it out anymore.

Khiye is... The Hungry Shadow

You think you're 'good.' You think you're 'controlled.' But in the deepest part of you, there is a shadow that wants. It wants more than it should. It wants to take, to consume, to break what is fragile and hold power over what is weak. You hide it under kindness, under obedience, under silence. But it scratches at the walls when you' re alone. You terrify yourself, don't you? The flashes in your mind-the what if I just...? moments you'd never admit. You tell yourself you'd never act on them. But the thought still tastes sweet. You bury it deeper every year. But the truth is: shadows don't go away. They grow.

Nowhere is... The Hollow Mirror

You are everything to everyone. The perfect reflection. The adaptable friend. The listener. The one who bends until you nearly snap. But when the room goes quiet and you are left alone, the question hisses at you: Who am I, when no one is watching? You fear the answer is nothing. A hollow mirror that only shines when someone else is standing in front of it. That's why you avoid silence. Why you keep moving, keep giving, keep twisting yourself into shapes you don't recognize. But the cracks are showing. You can't reflect forever. Sooner or later, you'll look in the mirror and realize- there's no one left to copy.

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Seven Virtues

Soup is... chastity.

you know, better than most, the dangers of overindulgence. you keep yourself minimal, simple, clean. to give yourself too much is to give yourself over to something that you’re frightened of. what is that, exactly? what has you so scared to enjoy the pleasures that you crave? what do you think you will become if you finally have what you want?

Orchidus is... temperance.

you know how to keep yourself within reason. you’re good at it; no flights of fancy, no moments of wonder. you don’t bare your soul for anything. you’re sure that keeping yourself closed off from the possibility of harm will save you, but there’s an old adage somewhere about the difference between living and being alive…

Parveen is... kindness.

you place others above yourself. you love. you sympathize. you forgive. always, you forgive. you offer second chances. the benefit of the doubt. affection without question. chips and chips and chips off the block of your heart. of course, you do it without expectation of anything in return; but with a dwindling supply, the question is when you’ll run out of parts of yourself to give.

Cassius is... humility

some hold themselves up in pride and self-aggrandizement, but not you; no, you are aware, more than anyone else, of your own nature, your own failings. you don’t make yourself out to be more than you are. in fact, you often work to make yourself out as less. has it helped you? has it done what you wanted, cutting yourself up, making yourself small? or have you just kept yourself from the fullness of what you could be?

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hmmm time to steal dash games from morgan

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❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜ (Liyan and Parveen)

Dialogue Prompts // Accepting! || @offrozenmemoirs

"Ah, is this the fish curry you were telling me about, my dear lovesong? If it's as much a pleasure to eat as it was to watch you make it, I'm sure I'm in for a treat indeed!"

Liyan had a certain whimsy and grace to all their movements, he'd noticed - one that carried them effortlessly throughout a kitchen to all the right places at the right times, only lending to the perfection that emanated from the sounds and smells, and was now lay in all it's glory on their plate.

He didn't like admitting, even to himself, that he didn't have all that much of a palette for the delights of Nihiran. It had scarcely been a part of his upbringing, aside from mentions by his mother, and how his father had influenced that part of his heritage. To have someone cooking for him who was closer to that part of the culture had already touched him; for the gesture itself, and all the beauty that came with it, to come from someone he so adored meant even more than he could have hoped to express.

When he finally raised a forkful to his lips, they spread into a grin of absolute, pure delight. He couldn't help his shoulders shrivelling for a moment before wriggling in radiant joy, bringing his hand up as the fork clattered back into the bowl before a fist was slammed down onto the table in celebration.

"Gods, Liyan, you weren't joking! This is—" Suddenly, out of pure energy and glee, his glasses are flung from his face against a nearby wall, seemingly without a single care for their wellbeing. A toothy grin adorns his face as he oh-so-casually pulls out a fresh pair of glasses to correct his sight again. "This is divine! How have I never tasted something so wondrous before in my life? I thought the dishes Sphallos got from Thavma were good, but... this is something else!"

His hand can't stay away from the fork for much longer, of course - and soon, all his normal decorum is tossed gladly aside as he starts shovelling rice and curry into his gob like it was the first meal he'd eaten in days.

"Mmfh! Wow... it's moments like this where I wish even more that I'd been lucky enough to be brought up in Nihiran. I implore you, lovesong, you must show me more. Although... even this is missing something, I think. How'd you like to know my mother's naan recipe? Why, I think it would compliment these dishes perfectly, don't you?"

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eye contact while i slowly push it in (my knife)

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"Garur...I..."

Creed doesn't last long before she bursts into sobbing half-breaths. She had been right there, so close to rescuing Buttercup and she failed. Now the Chimera was gone, again.

"I was right there...Buttercup was right there and I lost her. She was stolen from me again!"

How could she keep coming so close only to fail again and again?

"I don't wanna be alone tonight...Please."

31st of Lamashan, 5257 P.C. - The Aftermath of the Rodolphe Manor Heist

There was barely any breathing room between placing the infamous Aloysius de Rodolphe in the custody of the Crownswatch , and the way that Garur's friend rushed to them as the now-hated Baron was processed. They knew they didn't need to be around, and they could trust Dejin with the details and the debrief... all they wanted was to spend some time in the city while they could, perhaps enjoy the festivities of All Saint's Wake before they died down.

They think to prepare themselves with a bit of quiet - a stroll down Pearlside beach, looking up at the stars and taking in the gentle shush of the tides. Maybe their choice of locale was the best stroke of luck that could have occurred, when they heard the familiar footfalls of their friend's hoofprints rushing to them.

"Whoa, whoa, hey, Creed-... god, your eyes are all red! I mean- all of you is red all the time anyway, but, like- shit, sorry, I'm listening, I'm..." Talking too much. To a fault, it was never a quiet moment with Garur... maybe Khiye was right in her assumption that they wouldn't be able to handle seeing Creed like this. For a solid minute, they find themselves utterly paralysed, searching for any comfort they could draw from her dilemma... but their arms move quicker than their mind does. They always have.

No sooner than she voices her request not to be alone, not to have to suffer in silence and solitude, does Garur pull the woman to their chest, their hand resting on the hair sitting betwixt her horns as their half-breaths and powerless sobs muffled themselves against their flesh, muscle now marred in sorrow. Their only company is the ebb and flow of the tides, the cries of seagulls surrounding them, and the coarseness of sand shifting from foot to hoof.

"We'll... we'll figure somethin' out, okay?" Her face is pulled away just enough for Garur to get a proper look at her. Their hands reach out to cup their cheeks, tilting their head up the minimal distance it needs for their eyes to meet. "Somethin' better than what we already had planned. We'll find her again and again and again if we have to, as many times as it takes, and... then we'll... we'll find somewhere to keep her. Hell, I'll... I'll keep her in my room! Save up for a lil' plot outside headquarters we can keep her in, y'know, feed her all my best meats! If that's it takes... if that's what it takes to make you happy, I'll do it. To make her happy, too."

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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Which tragic character from ancient greek literature are you?

Cassius is... Cassandra

you are cassandra from the trojan women by euripides and agamemnon by aeschylus. people have tried to silence you one too many times, but you are resilient. your own dignity and agency have always come first, but at a great cost. you know yourself and your inner strength, but that won't ever stop you from feeling completely alone in the world. sometimes simply enduring the pain won't be enough, no matter how hard you want it to be. above all, you must never lose your unwavering hope in mankind, even as the world forsakes you.

it is what keeps you human.