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Rxverie-s is a collection of my OCs from various fandoms, including Elder Scrolls, BG3, Homebrew, and FFXIV. Some OCs are completely fandomless as well. All of them are directly from my own brain, and most of these characters are concepts I've had for years but never gotten to flesh out. That's where all of you come in!

This is a compiled list of muses! Click their lil pictures to the left hand side to select the one you're viewing! Hovering over them on PC pops their names up.

See one that interests you? Ask me about them! Or poke me to plot! I promise I don't bite like some of them do. I'm a very soft person.

NOTE: Adalexi/Eluraen, Oktai, and Nihilo are not up for romantic ships or NSFW asks! They will warn your character once icly, and then I will drop the post if it is pushed.

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#ooc | behind the fantasy #do not interact

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"Doesn't it always? Truth is often uglier than lies." The voice that responds is considerably younger sounding, though it's not at all surprised. "Forever are our people in crisis, Mik'hale. There are many reasons that I serve who I do. One is the hope such crisises can end one day." Though he'd not come out and say it on account of the fact that it was habit to be secretive of his true god, Nevaris knew that the man he spoke to would understand.

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ah, the perpetual state of being — splintered, volatile, and inherently pointing one's blade at one's own kin. it is second nature for the drow to question everything that is set upon their path, with a god as capricious and unpredictable as the Mother of Drow. " you'd think one could catch a break after living through several world-changing events? " not like you've been back to Menzoberranzan at all in the last two centuries, and you've known of the civil war thanks to your ties with the Merchant Clan you've bonded yourself. " it's the damn oligarchy that rules the roost in Menzoberranzan, velbol dkinoss zhah sel? "

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Nevaris shrugs, ever so slightly. More visible in the way his scars pull than the movement of his shoulders. "You would think, yes, but what is that saying these topsiders have? No rest for the wicked?" The man leans back slightly. "Most of the world, including the gods, consider the drow wicked. Perhaps that is why none of us receive rest." A joke, perhaps, given the sarcasm underlying his tone. "I do not miss Menzoberranzan. For the way it is ruled, for the people..." He sighs. "Well, I guess I had a few friends down there. If you could call them that."

#Mik'Hale #deirhaka #nevaris | escaping the web

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"Do you want the details?"

" i mean, if it doesn't trouble you? " you're unsure whether or not you're crossing the lines, or disturbing the other man's peace. but he's gotten some knowledge on your supposed spouse, and while your instinct learns to trust Mik'hale without a thought ... your head makes it hard to believe that what he speaks isn't a means to control you. you haven't been back home in a few years, dead to the world. and Avernus feels like a dream from long ago, the world of the River Styx should've been your grave. yet you are back here, by some kind of miracle that Destiny keeps weaving into your story. " i know it's ridiculous to not believe, but i just need some kind of assurance? " more importantly, it helps to have insight and perspective from someone else. " i can't rely on anything, and i want to make my own decisions. i think it's best for all of us. "

you feel embarrassed, and the flush in your cheeks makes it obvious. because you think it's shameful to doubt someone you're supposed to believe. and whatever it is you're doing now feels like a breach of Mik'hale's trust in you. " you've been around Mik'hale for a bit, after i was gone. " you say, clearing your throat as it tightens up to the point you'll know that you'd sooner burst into tears. " i ... need to know what he was up to after my supposed death. "

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"Trouble me? You've got the right to know." Nevaris remarks, silver eyes turned up to the giant of a man before him. "Mik'Hale saved me. Before the whole..." The monk waves his hand, brow furrowing. "Tadpole thing." He winces, as though mentioning it makes it squirm unpleasantly behind his eye. A shake of his head sends silver hair cascading over his face for a moment, and he's silent as he waits for the nauseating sensation to end.

Then he brushes his hair from his face and makes eye contact again. "I'm sure you've noticed my scars. Probably wondered how I'm alive, too. Your husband's why. He's... A good man." Nevaris doesn't yet go into what exactly had happened to him, given Gavriel hadn't asked. It was high praise, though. "I'm not the only one he's saved, either. There's a lot of us. He's given us jobs, homes, freedom to worship someone other than the Spider Queen..." As the drow's gaze drifts, a hand lifts to fresher scars on his face; neater ones that the aasimar may or may not recognize.

Then his gaze snaps back to Gavriel. "I haven't been around him all too long compared to some, so I don't know too many details. Most of them relate to me personally in some way, and I am more prone to secrets than most drow."

A glance over the man once more, and Nevaris sighs. "I suppose... If you'd tell me what's eating most at your heart, I could try to offer more direct answers than broad, sweeping ones. Listening is my job now, back home. I'll listen, for you. Free of charge." Nevaris cracks a rare, tiny smile that is more a twitch of the lip than anything. "He cares for you. So any kindness I'd give him, I'll give you."

#gavriel #nevaris | escaping the web #deirhaka

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@rxverie-s shuffled for a starter.

" before the truth will set you free, it'll piss you off. " not like it matters, at least not at where you've stood now. a messenger spider came forth in the middle of the night bearing news of civil war in menzoberranzan, and the winner as always ended up being none other than Lolth. one cannot ever predict the capricious nature of the Dark Broodmother, and therefore it is favorable that you stay prepared for whatever comes. " our people are in crisis once again. "

rxverie-s

#Mik'hale #deirhaka #Nevaris

Considering making this just a blog for Nevaris officially... I sometimes write things for Adalexi and Val'kor, though...

I'm for sure removing my ESO characters. They're so badly tainted for me that looking at them makes me feel sick.

Guess it works out since Nevaris seems to get the most interest?

#ooc | behind the fantasy

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open.

" y'know, something is indeed wrong if people find themselves safer in my hands than like, the forces that's supposed to protect them. "

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"Perhaps, but you're the closest thing to safety I have known, at least." The response is natural. Honest and truthful. Nevaris never bothered to hide things from the cleric anymore.

"But then, I suppose that's not really surprising for me. There's an honesty to you that I've not gotten to see in our people until now."

#Nevaris | Escaping the web #Mik'hale #dridurge

iknowitwontwork

REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL

Nevaris is not a good person, I feel like I should mention? He will kill first then ask questions purely because that is what he is so, so used to. Reading him is incredibly difficult unless you know what you're looking for, so it's also hard to tell when he's about to kill someone.

It's not because he's spiteful or hateful. He just has some absolutely horrible habits and one of those is hurting people that provoke him just right.

That is not to say, of course, that he relishes in this. He's just not remorseful over murder. He's been working on having better reactions since he came up to the surface, but it's difficult when one's hands are their main weapons. Hard to make oneself less deadly when permanently armed.

#nevaris | escaping the web #ooc | behind the fantasy

"Jal Vin'ult l'Huelar Senger, uk vel'uss mrigge l'noamuth lu't'larryo."

and

"Vhaeraun k'jakr ussta ooble', kri'sha uns'aa wun barra ji Usstan xal k'lararl sreen'aur areion nindol sreen."

These are likely Nevaris' most commonly murmured mantras/prayers.

#nevaris | escaping the web #:)

timelessrph

Send a headcanon you have about our muses’ relationship and I’ll tell you if I approve of it or not.

Please be sure to specify a muse for multis.

#ask prompt

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TO THOSE WHIMPERING AND BELLOWING IN THE DARK NIGHT, who said those who do not stand in the light do not count as heroes? you who came from the reckless wilds, with a lifetime of never borrowing anyone else's light. you who have faced unkneeling despair and never once allowed yourself to cry. you who dare to stand and block the arrow of fate; YOU GO TO WAR WITH A SOLITARY, PRIDEFUL DREAM.

a canon-divergent & original lore-based dark urge. prophesized by azrael / 24+. minors dni.

#promo #all of y'all should follow Az #absolutely amazing oc

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// @rxverie-s continued from here

That was not the greeting he was expecting. Most do not pay heed to the map of his life that was laid out upon his skin like glyphs to read. Each had a story and more than a few had deep meanings and lasting effects. Not that they were hard to notice, but his life caused his body to look more like a giant callous in his eyes. But merely it meant he could survive and that was good when hiring an adventurer for some misguided task.

His good eye looked about the monastery, looking for a sign of a god, most monasteries were dedicated to one. When the drow made themselves visible there was maybe a little more urgency to see markings.

"This place is yours? Do you dedicate it to a god? I have stayed with those of the God of the rack. Kind sort, maybe too understanding sometimes, like Illmater himself."

Raserei hadn't answered if he needed a place to stay, he hadn't decided. Sure he could find his way to one of the many taverns, but he didn't trust people...crowds of them.

"These scars are old, healed long ago, just lingering reminders I made it is all. If you want to see the fresh ones I will need to get these hides off. So if you have medical supplies and a free bed, yes I would like to stay here."

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The monastery had, seemingly, only one marking to depict who it was dedicated to. Within this main hall, upon the far wall, there was a simple etched relief. A black mask. Glinting blue glass was embedded over the eyes. Nevaris looks to it after the stranger's question, then gives a nod. "Yes. Not one of your surface gods, though. I don't speak of him often, and you'll find that the monks here are not quite the same as those who you've met elsewhere." Seems that the drow was reactively secretive of his god. At the very least, there weren't depictions that may tie back to Lolth.

"Interesting that you chose to come to the drow quarter whilst injured." Those silver eyes regard Raserei for a moment. "...But yes, I do have basic medical supplies and a free bed. You're walking, so I suppose your wounds aren't too severe, correct?" He asks this as he turns, and the shadows of the dim hall seem to lift slightly. There was a doorway in the back corner that the drow made his way toward.

With his back now to the tiefling, it would become immediately apparent why the stranger had commented about scars. A latticework of rough, ugly scars consumes the monk's back in a near singular mass. They're healed, but it's clear that the wounds all happened at the same time. How he survived such a brutal series of injuries could be questioned, more than likely.

#nevaris | escaping the web #Raserei #ode of odr

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The person I reblogged this from is someone I enjoy seeing on my dashboard.

#ooc | behind the fantasy

[ DISCOVERED ]

Silver eyes trace over the multitude of scars that lace over the tiefling's body. From those that look like he'd been flayed around those scales of his, to the cutting marks around the man's horns, to whatever else is visible to the monk at this time. Silver flickers red in the dark for a moment as the marks remind him of his own torment.

But it's soon gone, and so is the element of surprise- if there ever were one- as the drow speaks. "You've been through far too much in your life." It's a statement, rather than a question, and there's almost a sense of kinship in it. "I won't ask you to relive your horrors through telling me about those marks. I can guess well enough the cruelty you've suffered."

Nevaris steps out of the shadows of his monastery, which was only dimly lit by mushrooms that could be found in the Underdark naturally. "If it is sanctuary you seek within this city, you have found it. Welcome to my monastery."

#nevaris | escaping the web #ask answered #ode-of-odr #Raseri

leneemusing

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS

GENERAL

[ TOUCH ] for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars

[ TOUCHED ] for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

[ DISCOVER ] for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time

[ DISCOVERED ] for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time

[ CARESS ] for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars

[ CARESSED ] for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

[ SHOW ] for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see

[ SHOWN ] for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see

SCENARIOS

[ MEND ] for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ MENDED ] for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ BLUNDER ] for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ BLUNDERED ] for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ KISS ] our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver

[ KISSED ] our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender

[ BATHE ] our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars

[ BATHED ] our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars.

WORDS

❝ your scars are nothing to be ashamed of. ❞

❝ why do you hide your scars? ❞

❝ i see every mark as something to be proud of, proof of all i survived. ❞

❝ can i ask what happened here— how did you get this one? ❞

❝ sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say. little aches and i find them oddly comforting. because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed. ❞

❝ i wish i could get rid of my scars. they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget. ❞

❝ is it alright if i touch this scar? ❞

❝ it’s okay— you can touch it if you want. doesn’t hurt anymore. ❞

❝ please don’t touch it. ❞

❝ you don’t have to tell me how you got it. i just wanted to see. ❞

❝ looks worse than it was. ❞

❝ i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞

❝ i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again. ❞

❝ woah— what the hell happened there? ❞

❝ you don’t have to hide them around me. the scars are just part of who you are. and i like all of what i see. ❞

❝ i don’t really like letting people see them. ❞

❝ it’s okay— honestly i forget they’re there most of the time. ❞

#ask prompts

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" what a fucking waste," you speak, voicing bouncing through the realm in echoes. your warlocks watch, almost in breathless reverence that their revered lord has acted just. some part of you resents their lack of common sense, and the other indulges the praise that comes with their awe. yes, revere me and worship me. i am the divine tool that has ascended beyond lolth. what a fucking cope to have as you figure out the seeds of doubt planted into your head by your own mother. a test that is to define your faith in her, a test to rat you out for heresy. maybe there's something about hypocrisy and heresy that runs in the blood. you don't know, you knew, you've known. it's what worshipping a god like lolth does, one who demands absolute obedience, but can't stand the lack of ambition. that's why you were made, crafted in Her image as a representation of the ideal lolth-sworn drow.

what is the better teacher than the direct progeny of the spider queen Herself? and you will also be used for slaughter when it is all over. a showcase of what happens to those who betray Her for all that she's done to keep the drow safe from the surfacers. " someone cleans this up, feed it to the bebiliths or something. i don't care. " you flick your bloodied hands away as you walk toward where you'd sit and be worshipped yet again. a pair of eyes watch you intently, you know who they belong to. your gaze falls onto a certain one among the number of warlocks, they can only hope it meets and chooses them for the day. " nevaris ... come here. "

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It wasn't the first time he'd seen someone killed here, nor would it be the last. The drow watches impassively, knowing the victim deserved it, and makes no comments. As their lord gives the command to clean up and withdraws, Nevaris' gaze follows the man to his seat. After all, how could he not look on when Mik'hale looks so attractive with the flecks of red decorating his form? The monk may be more peaceful than most drow, but he wasn't the sort to deny himself these thoughts.

A soft smile spreads over his lips, and he answers the summons from his lord with swift steps that lead him to the seated man. "What would you have of me, my lord?" Nevaris asks.

#Mik'Hale #dridurge #Nevaris | Escaping the web