#aboutrobn

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On Drowning

Robn loves to be out and doing stuff and talking to people and questing. All the time, always. Sleep the bare amount and then keep going again. Stopping and taking breaks isn’t bad but too long a break and it’s like the calm part of drowning- where you’re under the water looking up and out at the world, unable to do anything to pull yourself out again. Being busy is swimming and they just don’t want to drown.

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Sorting Hat Quiz Taken in character!!!

Gryffindor - 54 Hufflepuff - 76 Ravenclaw - 91 Slytherin - 59

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GENERAL

Name: Robn (Lorkhan) Iron-Shaper Nickname(s): Ro (Row), Lork Age: (Born 4E 154) Without anyone around for a good amount of time in the Sea of Ghosts- time lost meaning. Stopped Aging at 24, chronological age at the begining of Skyrim 47 (4E 201) (wow robn ur so old act ur age) Species: Nord/ Magical Amalgamation/Aedra

PERSONAL

Morality: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil Sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath Virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice Primary goals in life:  To finish what was started.

PHYSICAL

Build: slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat(face)/ pudgy / obese / Height: 5′4 Weight: unknown Scars/Birthmarks: their back is dotted in a weird array of blotched and freckles- it’s hard to describe as it seems as though it changes every time it’s looked it- but that can’t be right can it?- As a restoration mage scars seem to fade away quickly. Abilities/powers: Mage- Blacksmith- Sailor

FAVORITES

Favorite Drink: Sweet Snowberry Mead Favorite Foods: Creme Tarts! Favorite Color(s): Teal, Green, Sky Blue Favorite music genre: Soulful Ballads Favorite book genre: Nonfiction Favorite movie genre: N/A Favorite season: Spring Favorite curse word(s): damn Favorite scent: Mountain Flowers and Honey- snowberries on the Wind, a burning hearth and the nothingness of a fresh snowfall.

FUN STUFF

Bottom or Top: Switch Sings in the shower: Hums constantly not just while bathing. Likes bad puns: Shor lmao

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For the longest time, they didn’t remember anything. There was nothing to remember. The cold separation from any sort of source of life had rendered them dead long ago, their heart ripped out and cast away. Then there was a force, tugging, pulling, manipulating- and no resistance could be given because there was nothing left willing to put up resistance.

For the shortest time, there was nothing to remember, because while they were about to be they were not yet in a state of being, just planning. Comforting whispers of the Aetherius gently lulling them into the Mundus and then painhurtsnohelp- and then they were cradled in someone’s hands, small and shining and damaged on the way- important parts missing before even starting, ‘soul rot will set in soon if we don’t d-’, and then they were on their way again-

Suddenly they were small and squirmy and together and separate at the same time, shoddily placed in the same small space. The space grew, they grew, not in size much, but together, edges blurring before first words were spoken. They remembered then, but their body wouldn’t listen- Sithis’ whispers inside their head- screamingtearingtaking- but they remembered how to block it out, and so they grew. 

A week after they spoke their first words in this form, they started to forget. Small things here and there- washing away like the tide, events and names and places and then all at once they were talking outright and it was as though the memories had never been there in the first place. But they were together, and alive, and had grown together in an inseparable way. There were no edges, no boundaries between, just them, together, one being instead of the two torn ones that’d been pushed together. Guided together by the Dread Father’s hand, but out of his control, they grew.

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But when Trinimac and Auriel tried to destroy the Heart of Lorkhan it laughed at them. It said, “This Heart is the heart of the world, for one was made to satisfy the other.” So Auriel fastened the thing to an arrow and let it fly long into the sea, where no aspect of the new world may ever find it.

Temple Zero Society

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WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

BOLD ANY WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT THEY LIKE. REMEMBER TO REPOST & NOT REBLOG. FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THE LIST

fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees.roses.metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. lace. silk. cotton. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud.silver. steel.sugar. salt. lavender. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean.bruise.scar.wind. spices. light. dark. paint. charcoal. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. sword. spear. dagger. staff. arrow. hammer. shield. spikes. sand.rocks.roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. herbs. waves. lightning.sunlight.moonlight. clay. stone. brick. lions. wolves. foxes. birds.

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