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Character Overview

These are all of my Character rn. Most of them have some Lore/Backstory but i varies a lot.

#Iowey Lorn #Ari Rook #Erebos #Artemus #Caelean #Ylvi #Jevahn #Morea #Lerion #Faelan #Tatsu #Enya #Ailbhe #gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 ocs #gw2 sylvari #gw2 norn #gw2 humans #gw2 charr

Hi, little late I know, but can I have 8, 9 and 12 for Ari Rook?

Not late at all! I want to do this all the time XD

So for Ari Rook:

8. What's the first important bit of lore you came up with for them? Did it ever change?

I think the most improtant bit is her connection to Raven. I chose Ravem kind of randomly when creating her, but it then became super important, once I got an idea of her backstory. (I was definitely inspired by a fanfic i read back then and lost sight off)

Anyways, just a few points on why the Raven is so important:

Ari's Mother was a witch who used the ravens power of wisdom and foresight to create mindless familiars out of ravens. Obviously this upset the Spirit.

As sort of payback, Raven laid claim to Ari from her birth, but only when she was a teenager, after she survived the day she was predestined to die, did Raven claim her fully.

The spirit of Raven anchored 'the sense of destiny' in Ari, which made it so she would feel destinies that needed help to be fullfilled all around her. It also would become painfull if she strayed too far from these destinies.

Ari can fully transform into a raven, as well as just change body parts, including gaining a nice pair of Raven wings. She can also talk to ravens and most other birds. It makes her look a little weird.

So overall, she has quite a messy relationship with the Raven spirit. On the one hand, they saved her life and gave her purpose and power, on the other hand she basically has to do as told or suffer pain.

9. Have you ever discarded a piece of lore/characterization for them? Have you reused it elsewhere or are you still keeping it in the backburner?

When i played basegame story with her i chose the Order of Wisperers line for her. I have not made this canon to her lore, but it really helped me get an idea for her.

She had a close relationship with Demmi Beetlestone, kind of stepping into a motherly role. I think i wrote a really heartbreaking scene where Ari goes throught the events of the LWS3 The Head of the Snake...

and since it makes sense for ari to step up as Commander during most of LW3... this connection and relationship could fit into my overall lore/story for my characters.

Oh also (i looked at my oldest notes for her):

I apparently planned for her to be a little bit like Drax from Guardians of the Galaxy? As in a little slow on the uptake/dumb? I'm pretty glad i abandoned that idea. Ari is definitely less of a scholar than Iowey and more of a head first into action person... but she's not dumb.

12. Do you have anything in common with them?

oof hard to say. One of my oldest notes for her was that she likes to braid other peoples hair. I can totally see that for her, braiding other peoples hair or just palying with her own hair to keep focus... it's something I do all the time. Oh yeah she also has a very maternal and caring side, which we definitely share.

Man she might actually be a lot like me, if not the most of all my characters...

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By the ravens call

An icy wind greeted Ari, as she pushed through the leather flaps of her home’s entry. She had seen her father in her dreams, engaged in battle with the raven. She heard destiny call her name now, especially when her eyes locked on the bird barely noticeable in the snow before her. It was a raven, no doubt, she knew their eyes too well. Only this one’s feathers were white like the snow, wicked beak pinkish and the oh so intelligent eyes red. Red like blood. Fascinated, the young Norn looked after the bird as it flew away, blinking when the Horn was sounded at the city’s gates. “Icebrood!” the voices called. “To the weapons! The Icebrood are coming!”

Set into action by the call, Ari ran towards the next grown Norn she could see. Eir, that was her name, had a bold but worried look on her face, whcih turned into a smile when she noticed the girl. “Ari, where’s Drana?” she asked kindly, not halting in stroking her wolf coompanions, Garms, head. “She’s sick! I’ll join you instead!” Ari sounded sure of herself, despite the frightened look appearing in the older Norns face. “You know it’s dangerous on the wall, you don’t have to do this!” Ari suppressed the urge to stomp her feet like a small child. “Yes, I know! But I need to join you! Raven is calling me!” She nodded, as if making herself surer in her decision. Eir only shook her head, before falling into a slow trot towards the wall falling in step with the other Artisans from their quarter. “Well then, some on, and grab a weapon while you’re at it.”

As they reached the gate it was silent. Dead silent. The Icebrood had gathered on the plain in front of the city, but they had not moved closer yet. Ari shuddered while she followed Eir onto the wall. The Huntress moved confidently through the crows and the younger Norn followed behind her, drawing the bow she had grabbed from a weapons rack in practice. It was heavier than the ones she had held before, and she hadn’t found any arrows yet. She didn’t feel to good when she grabbed two from a quiver that hung on someone’s hip. Then she shoved her way to the barrier, next to Eir. With luck she’d be able to fire her arrows, even if the wood reached almost to her neck. The rustling and clinking of cloth and armor subsided and silence reigned over the soon to be battlefield once again. It held until a large Icebrood Norn lifted his arm, an icy glowing sword in hand. At his command the army started to move, with the sound of creaking ice, bone and whatever scream their dead or changed bodies could produce. These sounds alone made Ari want to curl up in fear. Instead, she joined the Archers around her as they drew their bows, her fingers quivering as she put up her first arrow and searched for a target. She found it in the large Icebrood Norn, who was now charging towards the city along his kin. A raven flew over her head towards him and truth filled her mind. Her breath stuttered as she recognized who he was. Underneath the monster of ice and frost, there was her father, the hero Rookah, lost to the Dragons son no less than fourteen years ago. She knew it was her task, given by the spirits. She was the Raven fighting him. As she drew her bow further, she aimed for her father’s head. A shout came “Now!” and she let the arrow go.

The Norns arrows flew towards the charging army with a roar. Aris own Arrow flew trueer and steadier than it had ever done in practice. It took her a lot of concentration to keep her eyes on it. What had once been her father was still running towards them, a few of the creatures around him already struck down by arrows, but he was still untouched. It seemed the arrows simply glanced off of him, like they usually only did with Jormag’s Fang. Her arrow started to lower in the air, but instead of striking his head, found purchase in Rookas shoulder. She had missed. She hadn’t killed him. She had failed. Herself, her destiny, The Raven.

There was no time to cock the second arrow, the Icebrood had reached the gate below them. Wood burst and right after bone and ice shattered as well. The Norn fought with all they had, with their life, with heir spirits. A few of them changed shapes, leapt as leopards or Wolves over the already fallen or plowed through the enemy lines as bears. Above the mayhem Rookah still towered. He was searching for her. As dead ice-cold eyes locked with hers, she knew he had found her. With horror she recognized herself in his eyes. Her eyes were his, she’d seen them a thousand times in the mirror. Her aunt had looked in her dead brothers’ eyes for all those years. Or at least one of them. Ari ran as fast as she could, down from the wall and towards the next buildings, hiding between them. Her teeth were clattering in fear, as she dared to sneak a glance, only to see his eyes still trained on her. With enormous steps he moved through the crowd, missed by every hit aimed at him. Only her arrow was stuck in his shoulder. A raven’s call echoes through the noise of battle. All she could think of was her death. She had failed the raven. She had not fulfilled her destiny. Now another one would take place, one in which she wouldn’t survive. Three forms, two black, one white, plunged down from the sky. Ravens’ claws dug into Rookahs face and tore long scratches into his skin. The three ravens went at him with all their might, screeching as metal did against ice, before Rookah grabbed the white raven, the black ones swooping away. He studied the bird for a second, before his fingers closed around it’s chest. Ari heard the crunch and sobbed as her father opened his hand and the White Ravens carcass fell to the ground, white feathers painted red. It was inevitable now. Nothing could save her anymore.

Blood splattered, as something burrowed into the large Norns side. It was a chisel. Eir ducked skillfully underneath Rookahs blow, before her next well-placed chisel burst the glowing ice on his chest. Visibly weakened Rookah swung his sword towards Eir, missing her neck only barely. A red strand of hair fell, as the mason focused on felling the former hero. When his legs gave under him, by a well placed kick, Eir had room for her last strike. She bent his arm in a way to place his own blade at his throat. With one kick she pushed it into the frozen flesh, a second one severed his spine with a wet crunch. His head rolled through the snow, coming to rest at Eir’s feet. Snow started falling again in large flakes, obscuring the fleeing remnants of the Icebrood Army. Carefully she stood and drew closer to the corpse, scared it would rise again. Her eyes found Eir, staring intently at her already. She knew. Two black ravens stood above a white one, as two women stood above a fallen hero.

Hoelbrack had many losses to mourn that day. A dozen of great women and men had died, for their city and their people. Ballads and Rages were sung in their honor that night, their stories living on. Among them was the dirge of Rookah, sung by his sister, eyes full of tears, as her brother had finally found peace.

Ari had watched them bring the corpses of Jormag’s Army out of the city, piling them up and setting them ablaze. She turned a shard of dark glowing Ice over and over in her hand. One last memento of her fathers. Later she would wrap it in a leather band, join the shard with a few white feathers, speckled reddish brown, as well as a red strand of hair. A memento to remind her of this day. The day she had failed her destiny and been saved from it. The day she had changed. She would never the girl who had woken that morning, ever again. But maybe all of that had been her destiny all along.

She wouldn’t know what would come for her, just yet.