“Come windless invader, I am a carnival of stars, a poem of blood.” ― Sonia Sanchez.
I got a wonderful ME commission from @sunshinemage for my ME OC, Bryn Whelan. Bryn is from my old Mass Effect RP, also known as “A Creature Without Fear”. She started off in a very dark, vengeful place but slowly, over the course of the RP, with help from friends and later, a future boyfriend, she got the support and comradery she needed. She has come a long way and eventually got herself a happy ending despite all the shit going down in the galaxy.
Thank you so much for this gorgeous commission, @sunshinemage! I’m forever in awe of how beautiful Bryn looks in your style and lush and smooth the colors in this appear. The starry night sky is particular lovely and the light blue almost teal glow from behind frames her outlines so nicely and makes her teal eyes stand out so vividly. And you really captured her usually stolid expression and personality so superbly in this portrait. <3 <3 <3
I haven’t given up yet in finishing this October event. XD Next up, another ACWF/ME RP OC of mine, Bryn Whelan!
(Art by @skauing)
With her combat training and experience, Bryn definitely has what it takes to survive a zombie apocalypse. In this AU, some of her family members survive the zombies horde. Her father sacrifices himself to fend off some looters to give his wife and kids time to escape. Later on, the middle child, Sorcha ends up wandering off from their encampment and away from Bryn, who got distracted setting up traps for animals and then desperately tried to locate her older sister. Unfortunately, Sorcha isn’t fast enough to escape a zombie attack nearby. Bryn, her mother, and older brother Nestor don’t arrive in time to save her from being bitten but they do manage kill off all the remaining zombies before they can encroach upon their hidden camp. The three remaining Whelans each carry a special token of those they lost. Bryn has kept her father’s old lighter, a reminder to himself that he successful quit smoking, and Sorcha’s favorite stuffed animal, a pirate parrot she called “Captain Crackers”.
After weeks of traveling and looking for shelter, Bryn and her mother and brother find a growing settlement with tall, armored walls and sentries protecting the community from any zombie hordes or unpleasant, nasty humans. After being checked and examined for zombie bites, Bryn and her family are let in and given a place to stay. It had been so long since they had a roof over their head and a chance to finally relax and have a chance to actual live instead of just survive that the Whelan family break down together in tears, grateful for their good fortune.
About a month later, everyone is celebrating Bryn’s 26th birthday. She was 25 when zombie outbreak first began. She learns to smile and laugh again.
@highexarchs was kind enough to tag me on this. Thanks for the tag! :D
Tagging anyone who wants to do this!
Bryn Whelan
(Art created by @aromanticelves)
► Name ➔ Bryn Maeve Whelan
► Are you single ➔ Sort of...? But there is someone I have my eye but I’m not sure if he thinks of me in that way...
► Are you happy ➔ I’m getting there. Some days are worse than others but I think I’m getting closer to finally finding a happy life for myself.
► Are you angry ➔ When my father was butchered in front of me and later had to watch my older sister commit suicide, rage and hatred was all I knew. Those emotions fueled my thirst for revenge but later one, when I encountered people who supported me or helped me deal with my pain and grief, I became less angry.
► Are your parents still married ➔ They’re dead. Mother was killed by Reapers and my father died by the hands of slavers.
NINE FACTS
► Birth Place ➔ Earth
► Hair Color ➔ Blonde
► Eye Color ➔ Teal
► Birthday ➔ July 21st, 2184 CE
► Mood ➔ Conflicted
► Gender ➔ Female
► Summer or winter ➔ Summer
► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon
EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE
► Are you in love ➔ I’m not sure. I’ve never been in love before so I can’t be certain if that’s what I’m feeling. I feel little excited inside, though.
► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ I never understood that phrase but no, I don’t believe that.
► Who ended your last relationship ➔ I did. I was enlisting in the military right after my four years in high school and they were going to college. We did start dating in our final years of college but I knew our relationship wasn’t going to last the long distance. We were too young for it. He understood.
► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Not my knowledge.
► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ No but I want to find the right person for me before I fully commit, flaws and all.
► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ More like I was hugged but I can never say no to Nyah.
► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ I can’t imagine that happening to me.
► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Yes, when I couldn’t save my remaining family. I felt so useless, so pointless. In the end, none of my skills or training seemed to matter.
SIX CHOICES
► Love or lust ➔ Love
► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Lemonade
► Cats or Dogs ➔ Both
► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A few best friends
► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Romantic night in with some kink involved.
► Day or night ➔ Night
FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS
► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Nope, I was pretty good slipping out without producing a sound.
► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Never had this happen to me.
► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ If you mean by desiring to be with someone or obtain a certain item, then no, I have not.
► Wanted to disappear ➔ Not yet.
FOUR PREFERENCES
► Smile or eyes ➔ Smile. I don’t why but my heart swells up when someone smiles for me and me alone.
► Shorter or Taller ➔ I don’t care.
► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Intelligence. I value that more when I’m involved with someone, either romantically or platonic.
► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship. I don’t like bouncing around from person to person. I prefer to be with one person and stay with them as long as we both want.
FAMILY
► Do you and your family get along ➔ When they were alive, I did.
► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ I had some good times in my childhood and as a adult but there were rough patches growing up. I think the Reaper Invasion left its mark on so many people and that carried over into my life even now.
► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ No, that thought never popped into my head.
► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Nope.
FRIENDS
► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ I have very few friends and I love them all.
► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Yes, I do.
► Who is your best friend ➔ Nyah. I thought I lost my chance to have a real, true friend as an adult but somehow, she was there when I needed a helping hand and become the light in the dark corners of my mind.
► Who knows everything about you ➔ So far, no one. My father use to be that person but he’s no longer with us.
Phobias: Being forgotten and left alone for good, peaking too soon and quickly, not finding a family to call her own, and hates centipedes with a burning passion.
Guilty pleasures: Disney movies, historical romance books, eating whipped cream out of the can.
Hobbies: Reading, watching movies, training (either with her sniper rifle or physical combat techniques, or sparring with someone), collecting remaining memorabilia of her family, and dancing.
TA-DA! Here is my cast of OCs from my ME RP: A Creature Without Fear (ACWF for short). This was possible thanks to the wonderful, talented, and hard working @jessicamarianadraws who agreed to create such a large display of characters. I cannot thank you enough, @jessicamarianadraws, for making this artwork a reality! The colors, their poses, and the overall portrayal are simply amazing, rich, and magnificent. You have such skills! :D <3 <3
From left to right: Savitr, Farion, Judith, Aqil, Radraste, and Bryn.
I’m a little late and behind on all of my posts for ockiss18/oc kiss week so it’s definitely going to extend to the next week. Next up is my ME OC Bryn Whelan and @eddicus-lord-of-berries‘s ME OC Zael. Both derive from my ME ME RP: A Creature Without Fear. Eddy, I hope you enjoy this ficlet of our two lovable nerds! Here is Day 4 of oc kiss week for me!
“Are you sure we have enough food for the party tonight? And plenty of booze? Since Judith is coming, you know she’s going to drink of the alcohol table.” Bryn sorted through the said alcohol bottles, noting their labels to make sure they accounted for all the big brands they promised they would provide versus what everyone else mentioned they would bring to the New Year’s Eve party. The snacks were already set on another table near the booze counter, perfectly organized and decorated by Zael before he took it upon himself to wrap and hang crepe paper everywhere. Balloons were the next items on his decorating agenda.
“I assure you, Bryn, we got both the food and drinks covered. If somehow we run out, we can run to the store for more alcohol and just order take-out if everyone is still ravenous after eating up all of our snacks.” He stopped briefly, letting the remaining strands of crepe paper fall to the floor and he approached his girlfriend, resting a hand on her shoulder. Usually she never stressed herself about such minor details before--he would know, after all the time he spent training to be a future Spectre as well as their mission together to stop and defeat an enthralled Walker. “Is everything all right, Bryn?”
The said, petite blonde turned to face him, sensing the weight of Zael’s analytical, concerned scrutiny. She suppressed a sigh, yet reckoned deep down his worry for her wasn’t groundless. She had been acting and feeling out of sorts of the last few weeks and attempted to mask her quiet dejectedness via focusing on the holidays and offering to host a New Year’s Eve party for their friends and old allies. Bryn had forgotten about the lingering, dull, familiar pain...until now, suddenly.
“It’s just... I was recalling how this would be another day, another year without my father and sister--and even my mother and brother, a loss I barely understood and felt as a child. At times, I couldn’t help but to imagine what they might be doing if they were still here. Sorcha would have loved to assist us in decorating, she loved balloons and would have demanded them to be everywhere.” She faltered a little, tilting her gaze back down at the booze and the decanter in her hands. “And my dad...he probably would be content to sit back and watch a movie, leaving all the socializing and parties to the younger generation--as he would say.” Bryn set the bottle of bourbon back on the counter, tracing the long, slender lid almost wistfully. Even now, with everything that transpired, she could still recall her father’s favorite drink. Thus, the ghosts of her past continued to haunt her and linger, akin to a festering wound slowly spreading to the rest of the body. And here she had once believed she had fully moved on. How foolish of her.
“You still miss them--you always will. It’s perfectly understandable and normal.” Zael told her, encompassing his long, slender arms around his love from behind, her head now tucked comfortably under his chin, which would have been difficult if he was in his enviro-suit. This New Year’s gala would be the first party of his without him clad in his enviro-suit, thanks to the efficient sterilization involved in the construction of their home, complete with a decontamination chamber behind the front door for those coming in and leaving. It would be great to move around freely at a social event such as this revelry. Especially since the two of them could actually kiss now at midnight. “There are people I miss too, people O lost on missions or elsewhere in life, and I do think about them from time to time and feel bereft. The quarian Spectre hugged his girlfriend tightly and she responded by leaning back into him.
“I guess after their deaths, from being abducted by the Vultures and the whole Walker catastrophe, I never had much time to properly mourn them. I had to grief for them silently, in bits and pieces, here and there while I was nearly transfixed with avenging my father and sister and killing every member of the Desert Vultures. Their burial did help in granting me closure. Now, like you said, I miss them. My memories of them are near and dear to me and I’m glad for their existence.” The human Spectre pivoted around in her boyfriend’s arms, facing him to embrace him in return and rested her cheek against his chest.
“What if for tomorrow, we go and visit their graves?” suggested Zael, rubbing Bryn’s back. “We could pour some bourbon for your father and place flowers on your sister’s headstone. Peonies were her favorite, right?”
She nodded, a grateful smile slowly gracing her fair visage. “Yes, they were. And I believe that will help. I haven’t talked to them in a while. It will be nice to see the two of them again.” She then squeezed his torso gently, lucky to have this quarian in her life. “Thank you, Zael. I don’t know how you do it, but you always find a way to make me feel better, even if it’s only a small gesture.”
“Anything to bring some happiness back into you and your life. You deserve so much of it.” Zael felt himself beaming at the sight of Bryn’s soft half-smile as she glanced up at him. Perhaps not simply the promise of visiting her family’s tombstones was the main factor of providing some positive emotions back into her--merely discussing about how much she missed her sister and father did her a world of good as well.
“You’re adorable.” As she leaned in, Zael sensed what she had in mind and copied her action, grasping her chin tenderly prior to enveloping his lover in a passionate, caring kiss, their lips and jaws moving in sync after much practice together.
When they reluctantly parted, his nose, stark purple in contrast to her peach toned one, bumped against her own nose as he murmured, “Happy New Year.”
Her smile grew a little larger. “In five more hours it will be.”
Nuzzling and kissing her cheek, the quarian Spectre then answered, “Then consider it a warm-up New Year’s kiss. Or one for the planets that already are celebrating New Year’s Day.”
Bryn snickered. How could he be so endearing all the time? It was one of his many traits that she loved about him so much. “I’ll take either reason. Yet you do know you don’t need an excuse to kiss me, Zael.”
His impish grin was loving and sweet as his words and touch, his fingers caressing her short golden tresses. “I know.” And he kissed her again, this time on the forehead.
They ended up cuddling on the couch together, blowing balloons and tying string around the end, enjoying several of the more interesting and definitely not round shapes they formed. Bryn would still miss her family and ponder about them sometimes, whenever she was reminded of them--she knew all of that would betide once more. Yet her family would be overjoyed to witness her living a life they always hoped for her and that knowledge alone was enough to help her to fully step forward and embrace the impending new year with more eagerness and acceptance than before.
After all, it’s what her family would have desired and she would honor their wish wholeheartedly.
Here is Day 1: Good Morning Kiss for my ME OC Bryn Whelan and @eddicus-lord-of-berries‘s ME OC Zael’Nuba vas Selani nar Moreh from my ME RP, A Creature Without Fear. There is some brief mentions of kink and bdsm but nothing really explicit. Hope you enjoy this little ficlet, Eddy!
She had tossed back and forth frequently in her sleep last night, restless in finding the most comfortable spot on their bed amidst all the sheets and pillows. But when morning arrived and the sun peeked through their advanced, light gauging and filtering windows, Bryn was already nuzzled in her lover’s arms, his chin resting on her shoulder when her eyes groggily opened up. The slight, thin panel of light pouring across their bed brightened her still disoriented and sleepy vision. Bryn blinked, using her non-trapped hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes, stifling a yawn as she shifted over on her other side to face Zael, whose arms were still wrapped around. Albeit the quarian stirred a bit from the abrupt movement and his hands lingered around her petite form. She tossed one of her legs over him, brushing against his waist and a content, pleased “mmmm” sound hummed out him as one of his hands subconsciously wandered over to her thigh to keep her, even a part of her, close.
Bryn smiled drolly at Zael’s reaction and brushed some strands of snowy white tresses aside, fingers then cascading down and alongside his pale indigo visage. She could never be joyous and thankful enough for them managing to create a house that could sterilize most of the rooms and allow Zael to walk around without using his suit all the time. That new piece of technology, although expensive, was such a blessing for them.
“Like what you see?” murmured Zael drowsily, pale blue violet lips quirking up into a puckish grin, making the dimples by his mouth more pronounced. He opened one eye, then another prior to erupting into a wide, loud yawn which he slowly covered to his sleep-induced stage. He then promptly buried himself back into their pile of pillows, glowing blue eyes shut once more.
Chuckling, Bryn traced his nose, mouth, jaw, cheekbones, eyebrows, sensor lines, and up to the ears before returning to his niveous crop of hair, stroking his scalp affectionately. “Quite. And this is a first: me awake before you.”
Zael’s grin widened, even though he still appeared to be sleeping and refusing to face the new morning and day. Not that she blamed him. She too longed to stay in bed for a few more precious hours but eventually, duty would call. Besides, there was no telling if Radraste’s mood would be sour enough for him to scold them again for distracting each other and not arriving punctually (in Radraste’s mind, that meant ten minutes early). “You worked me hard last night, Bryn. I’m still so sore in several places.”
This time she grinned, taking the opportunity to drag her nails across the quarian’s chest, relishing the pleasurable hiss that escaped his thin lips. “Oh, like where?”
“My butt. Definitely my back. And now, my nipples as well.”
If they had more time, she would have played with his tender nipples some more, probably twisted and tugged them before suckling them between her teeth and licking them wet with her tongue. Frankly, the newly appointed Spectre couldn’t wait for the weekend.
“Good. More fun for me later on in the day.” She leaned forward and kissed him lovingly, their lips locking in a brief, welcoming good morning kiss, one that was enough to wake up Zael a little and caused him to open his lovely eyes once more. Bryn always adored the shade of his irises, how vibrant and lively the hue was compared human eyes. While her teal ones were uncommon, there was something almost mystical about Zael’s nearly glowing gaze.
Laughter bubbling out of the quarian Spectre as he returned the kiss with a longer, more fervent one, his hands moving back to hips and slowly sliding up her sides and back. He nibbled gently on her bottom lip and innately, the blonde haired woman arched her back, her bare chest bumping against him and she tangled her fingers into his unruly white tresses. “Careful. You know how much of a stink eye Radraste will give us if he catches you smacking my ass or us stealing a quick kiss in an unoccupied room.”
Bryn scoffed, rolling her eyes. “We could none of those actions and he’ll continue to grumble. I believe he simply likes to scold us and all the other Spectres. He really could use a vacation.”
Her lover gave her a knowing look, nodding his head in agreement. “You wouldn’t be the first to suggest that.”
“And I won’t be the last,” she concluded, pecking him airily on the nose prior to wiggling out of his warm, inviting enfoldment and slipping out of bed. “And speaking of scolding and Radraste, we best get up and start gearing up for work. Or else by our boss’s standards, we’ll be late.”
“We’re going to be late regardless if we get there earlier or right now time,” grumbled Zael with a wry smile but he eventually left the bed as well and joined her in getting dressed. That didn’t stop him from pausing to grab her by her hips, pull her back towards him all so he could deliver a quick, tender kiss on the top of her head as she fumbled to slid her legs into the pant legs, nearly falling back into him from his sudden, surprise action. If it wasn’t for his firm grip and steady balance, they both would have crashed to the floor.
“Sorry,” he mumbled through her messy, light flaxen curls, propping Bryn back up so she could put on her clothes more easily this time. “Next time I’ll wait for you to finish putting your pants on so I don’t accidentally cause you to trip or fall into me.”
Hooking the button through the hole, Bryn spun around and teasingly punched him in the chest, snorting when he grunted, then folded in surprise but good humor flickered across both his eyes and pale, indigo features. “That’s going to cost you a spanking for our next scene,” she told him pointedly, smirking from ear to ear. “It’s time for you to learn that patience is a virtue, Zael.”
The said quarian chortled softly but he appeared just as pleased as she was with this addition to their playtime for later and encircled his arms around her, causing Bryn to briefly forget about work and their daily, morning routine. All her thoughts were of Zael. “And I cannot wait for you teach me.”
Their lips eagerly sought each other once more and as he slipped one hand inside her pants, Bryn immediately reckoned, without a doubt, they both were going to be late for their new assignments and Radraste would certainly give them earful for not arriving ten minutes early because he said so. Yet all of that really didn’t matter because mornings with Zael were some of the highlights of her new life, ever since she accepted the Council’s offer to join the Spectre training program. And she wouldn’t trade these mornings for anything in the entire world.
18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode?
Bryn would like a medium size house or a nice condo. Nothing too huge or flashy or small. As for location, she prefers somewhere tranquil and away from an abundance of people or a city. Bryn can be bit of a hermit and only wants to be near people she considers her friends or family in her life. A tropical place also holds her interest.
40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others?
Due to the fact she didn’t have much of a childhood (had to grow up fast), Bryn really loves Disney movies. She doesn’t consider them guilty pleasures because she does not feel guilty about enjoying them but she’s a little embarrassed to reveal this past time enjoyment of hers to others who might laugh or think she’s always been “this soft” to enjoy silly stories of fairy tales, magic, and songs.
Farion Vandrium:
19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily?
Farion is bloody hothead and definitely would join a fight or be goaded into one. Being a mercenary toughened him up considerably so this turian can hold his own just fine in a bar or fistfight. If you bring guns, get ready to be turned into Swiss cheese because he’ll enjoy that type of battle even more.
39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct?
The main assumption for Farion would be “Wow, what a smug turian asshole he is.” And they---
Savitr: They would be so right. Farion is a dick. If you see him, punch him in the face and tell him I said “hi”.
