#adion

[superlectro]

Vampirella by Adion.🦇🧛‍♀️

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

woo. adion reference. please ignore the like 3 prev heroforge models/designs

sometimes the way it does hair annoys me but it suits the not actual hair thing he has going on, and the gold n silver looks good. i left the little bits of blue as a not to their mer heritage and the face is blank cause its a character design choice now. the big chest thing looks cool but i am not drawing for the life of me, there was more accurate armour to the simpler design but it looked stupid and this works better for the whole golden warrior of light.

god bless heroforge im sorry noone actually buys the miniatures. thanks for the amazing reference/character resource. [the faces are p bad tho like use it for anything other than to get an idea of the charterers face]

[a-wild-things-rambles]

i spent to much time on one frame but heyy. if i was doing this properly the scales near the scars would be fuked up and id make the hair more sea plant-y looking. its halfway between 'perpetually wet' hair and 'that slimy thing will grab and eat you' it may be slightly sentient but who knows. might just be the ghosts

[a-wild-things-rambles]

ok im slowly getting more of the design down. sun motifs everywhere, and if u look close enough and remember the stained glass windows then the metal split skirt thing references the sides of the path, with the breastplate having the sun :)

also big ass sword. im actually following what my character had at the time. the light gray is kinda ment to be a chainmail shirt and the ones on the arms are not, they are the forearm guards. but im not done yet so thats not obvious. this picture is the focal point of like 9 frames so more detail than normal

[a-wild-things-rambles]

one thing i love about the intersection of my analytical skills and my creative ones is i can be both creator and onlooker in a way.

i know i didnt draw adions face because i couldnt be asked but also at the same time the strong theme of de-personalization also gives valid reasoning! especially so early after their rebirth, her humanity comes from the people they save and as much as the followers of lathander extend kindness to adion, he still wont accept it.

he only accepts it from other people as he sees it as part of the saving and also finds preventing them fussing over or expressing worry for her distresses the people. the followers of lathander should, in his eyes, understand how she is not a creature to be pitied or humanized. you would not care for a automaton or a weapon

[but you should! that analogy falls apart! you should care for and upkeep your weapons! i lovee making characters justify their beliefs with analogies or comparisons that fall apart!]

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

mind made up. adions gender is duty and then when u get to know them its boygirl and then when u reallly get to now them its corpse.

boygirlcorpse swag. the inherent transgenderism of memory loss and viewing your body as a tool and using that tool to atone for your corpysness crime against god.

funnest character design is dashing butch buff tall spear wielding paladin but u take the glamor off and half his face is rotting off and her armor is stained red because of the blood constantly weeping from the neck wound. we glorifying the knight the corpse and the wound<3

but fr in a world full of diffent races gender is highly dependable and in more mixed areas matters little. her orginal race is merfolk and tell me they have human basic gendersTM. these bitches on the deluxe pack.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

honestly cant wait to plug adion into pwotr becuase a. we havent had a dnd session in months and i love n miss my baby. b. i will be forced to hammer down a cannon apparance. c. adapting him to the world of pwotr will be real fun. d. i will have to pick a gender which is gonna be even harder [but im happy having him be referred to w she/her more cause in dnd it was dysphoric but will not as much in like. a game. e. material to write fic!!!! links to a but im keeping adion as someone who i dont have infinite power over the narrative with. so if shit gets fuked thats canon baby!! [will have a what happened and a streamlined version. like the streamlined dnd would not include the getting frightened. cause that was emabrassing and not rlly in charecter]. d. the game looks so cool and i cant wait to play!!!! only 10 days left!

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

adion<33

anyway here have some snippets. [edit: this is long so the rest is under a read-more]

pov the detective mage, as they think through, and find out the ultimate source of adions powers, as the party is slowly worn down in their journey through the unyielding wilderness.

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the string of beads around adions neck has saved countless lives, the power eminateing from them was obvious to the detective, glowing beads of sunshine, nestled between flesh and under-cloth.

they had not seen the beads yet, though they had speculated privately and to the other magic user of the party many times on that subject. were they made of special materials to hold such magic, hidden due to their value? or made from rituals kept secret by their fellow followers, cast with the strength of the reborn sun, to renew with the dawn?

the answer was not as grand as they had speculated, wandering the markets of the dock-city, away from the ever-watching eye of their healer and the city guard. but is was more valuable in terms of the wealth of information it gave them on their quiet and lionhearted companion.

it had been a tough fight. one at the end of a series of hard battles, that had spanned since they set foot in the so-called golden city, but this time they had not the shelter of the city watch, nor the safety of guard ran inns to sleep in.

that made small difference to most members of the party, given they were blessed with the unsleeping guardian, but said guardian, who may be able to continue without sleep, sill bears the brunt of night attacks, and slowly succumbs to exhaustion and slowness. able to ride his warhorse withe head held high, but when he thought they went looking he would slump into the larger creature, or the nearest natural formation that could hold their weight.

they all tried to take the heat from their healer, but the only other warrior who could stand to take a hit had the luck of someone cursed by whole pantheons of gods. and while the investigator was able to manipulate the winds around him and cause mass damage, he still would hate to risk having to take any of the hits their warrior of sun shrugs off, or mostly shrugs of in these past few weeks, traveling through the wilderness.

but he digresses. the beads. the tough fight. the toughest yet but the next one would surely rob the last one of its crown.

blood soaked the white cloth, long brown and yellow from dust and dirt. as well as a muddy green from past bloodstains. ones these would layer on top of in time. but for now, the unholy poison burning through their cloth and metal and flesh was the pressing mater, and the blood around was a bright green, a startling contrast to dim and hollow colors that had dogged their steps.

the shine of his blade cut through both this thoughts and the stained cloth, bearing chain and rust, chain that he peeled back, bearing pale green flesh and the acid burning through it. he reached for the water-skin, looking the other adventurers in their eyes slowly, as each of them nods their consent to using the little water to help their rock.

the water sparkles tauntingly as it flows over the flesh and acid, mumbled words exit his mouth, long rotten memories of hymns bubbling to the surface, a plea to the watch-full gods to not abandon them. a plea to a god that holds no meaning for him, other than the reason he yet lives, the reason for the content face as they busied themselves at sunset and sunrise.

a glow lights the pale green skin. the water is the same, but the dull glow of the dormant beads, used up not long after they replenished. they glowed bright and strong again, an understanding filled his mind. pieces slotting into place, but not by his hand, but something other.

he reaches out, unpeels the final cloth over them, pulls the rounded objects out. the coldness of ceramic, the worn grain of wood, and the pores of bone greet him. symbols etched in, from sunrises and roads, to initials and name-marks. clumsy daisy's, carved by a a child, and unevenly covered in glaze, marred in some areas by the flame that has set it.

as they dipped into the water, it gained a glow, the sunshine flowing out and inhabiting the old stale water with healing power, the darkness receding and shriveling under the onslaught of joy and love from the beads. the flesh knitting together again, shiny and new.

the warrior moved forward to wake the soldier, stopped by the glare of the mage. they would let the holy warrior rest, healed by the joy of those that cared for them.

as they rested, his thoughts click into place, it makes sense, that they were not just calling down power from a god, but creating the healing power through the joy and love that shines through the golden knight. the holy fury is not anger from the god, but the anger of his follower, who wants to protect people.