#daemonfey

[mystarseed]

Got three more done today, with 7 more to go to finish the lot XD

[brnabunny]

"in bloom" palette

[thequeendomhq]

THE DESPAIR ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. Unknown SPECIES. Daemonfey (Elvhen) FACTION. UTP OCCUPATION. UTP

Hope: a gentle force that lifted the weary and guided lost souls toward resilience in times of strife. You brought light to the darkest places, whispering courage to those on the brink of surrender. Occupiers had no use for hope, in return for your light they shrouded you in darkness, domination, and control. They bound you to their prison cells, where the captives lay broken and forgotten, suffering under the weight of their twisted experiments. Day after day, you watched as souls withered, dreams were crushed, and minds collapsed under unbearable grief. The relentless tide of suffering poisoned your essence, leaving you tainted, twisted from a beacon of hope into a pit of despair. Where once you lifted others, now the darkness has swallowed you whole. They came to call you Despair, and when you found a young elvhen who had been stripped of all hope, you found your new home; a daemon whose presence drains warmth and courage, leaving a cold, hollow emptiness in its place. Where the elvhen ends and you begin blurred as two souls became one but you dwell in hearts that teeter on the edge of hopelessness, your influence a leaden weight that crushed even the faintest glimmer of light. Gentle whispers in the dead of night, hushed voices murmuring in the dark, erasing faith and amplifying every fear, every doubt. In your shadow, mortals surrender to sorrow, abandoning love, dreams, and the will to fight. A prison they cannot escape.

CONNECTS

N/A.

NOTES

ABILITY: Air Manipulation: User can shape, manipulate, and control air and wind.

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[thequeendomhq]

THE ENVY ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. Unknown SPECIES. Daemonfey (Primal Druid) FACTION. UTP OCCUPATION. UTP

They called you Curiosity, drawn to the mysteries of the world, seeking knowledge without end. You were a wanderer in an age of shadow. When the sky was filled with unending darkness, the world fell into despair. A druid, once, from a circle down the primal path, sought you out to help them get what they could not obtain on their own. Your presence was a gift in the early days- a gentle nudge toward discovery, inspiring new paths, insights, and wonder. But when they conjured you, they didn’t seek understanding; they sought eternity. Watching the rise of heroes and empires, they became obsessed with immortality and were to bridge their mortality by unnatural means. They bound you, twisting your curiosity into a weapon until the endless aspiration to learn became poisoned by envy. Their experiments became your shackles, tainting your once pure essence with their unquenchable thirst for what was never theirs. Envy came to covet for themselves, they bound you but you possessed them. It was easy, after all, all they were could be yours but you wouldn’t stop there. What was once a nature to inspire heroes to action became an insidious hunger for what was not yours; under a banner, you gathered to take and to pilfer, a raider in one iteration, and then a general in another. All daemonfey do better on the sidelines, you’d rise, then they’d chase you away - scattered but never banished. You settle into hearts that feel wronged, pushing mortals to crave and destroy what they cannot have. In your wake, the seeds of jealousy and spite take root, spreading their poison until admiration curdles into hatred. A broken mirror refracting chaos, a severed psyche of the coveted, Envy only knows how to want, how to take.

CONNECTS

N/A.

NOTES

N/A.

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[thequeendomhq]

NAME. Nikandros AGE & BIRTH DATE. Unknown GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him. NATIONALITY. Iskaran SPECIES. Witch FACTION. N/A OCCUPATION. Inquisitor FACE CLAIM. Jesse Williams

biography

( tw murder, immolation )

Long was his silence, 'fore it was broken.

"For you, song-weaver, once more I will try.

To My children venture, carrying wisdom,

If they but listen, I shall return."

  Nikandros should have inherited a great deal, but all that he was left with was what the young man could build with his own two hands. The world that he looked upon was not the one that he had thought to know, but was instead a figure of a shape reformed - wealth was the gateway to power, but there was nothing more dangerous than a man who carried the faith. 

  After everything Nikandros had lost, the Vanguard of Light seemed to hold all the answers. It was there that he could learn and he could grow. The Vanguard so much about the scourge of magic and the changing tides, while Nikandros thought their minds might have been small, and their ambition too little, he could admire the vitriol in which they followed their pursuits. 

  Eivor was Nikandros’s guardian, his ward, his stalwart protector, and his oldest friend. The soulbonded pair enlisted in the church where Eivor’s sword saw him rise through the ranks quickly, and Nikandros’s wit followed. He had always been inquisitive and taking to the virtues of the Light was second nature to him, it didn’t matter that similar magic he persecuted flowed through his veins because he’d deny it with every breath. 

  The more questions he asked, the more answers Nikandros received.

  “At this, his wounds healed, and he stood

And gathered up the ashes, and carried them

To the lands of the Alamarri, away from sorrow forever.”

  For what had been done to his friend, hating magic came easy to him, punishing those who’d abused their power was easy, and routing out witches where they were hiding was easier still. Nikandros was named Inquisitor and with him came the avenging flames of righteous fury, tempered and comforted by the will of the light, he sought to spread the Chant to the four corners of Taravell, and traveled the continent with his guardian at his side - working to do just this. 

  The will of the light served Nikandros’s morals well, across Astoria he pressed for the presence of witch kind, and across Astoria he marched those that he routed toward the flame. There was a righteousness to it, and a sense of justice when Nikandros and his guard would chase down the whispers of those who used magic to abuse those around them. A prayer to the One God and the magic that they coveted so greatly, was stripped away from them. Flames or devotion, the choice was theirs.

  Iskaldrik was known for its cruelty toward magic-users, it was an auspicious and wealthy country headed by a King descended from a fabled line. Power and opportunity with the potential for forces who may be willing to align with the Divine. These were the thoughts that permeated Nikandros’s thoughts as they worked to spread the light among the stubborn Iskarans; their traditions were still steeped in arcana and yet the druids had been hunted, and their sacred sites destroyed. That very mana that Nikandros hunted lingered about him, wrapping him like an unseen weave until he was inevitably captured and imprisoned. 

  Held back from the light, Nikandros’s good fortune saw his chains broken a fortnight after he was imprisoned; Aetheron descended upon Iskaldrik, the nation broke out into war, and the Inquisitor followed the refugees’s path. There he leveraged the hatred that the magi inspired, they, the great enemy of the Light, had destroyed so much before and now the Kingdom had failed to keep mana in check. The witchers, specially trained, fled, but those who swore themselves to the Light could rise through the church to defend themselves. 

  “Let the blade pass through the flesh, let my blood touch the ground,

Let my cries touch their hearts. Let mine be the last sacrifice.”

personality

+ charming, charitable, intelligent – Manipulative, vengeful, dogmatic

played by shane. est. He/him.

[zyoko]

Wanderers . Leilani by Hawkein

Yes another of her. *coughs* Wanderer’s story keeps getting more interesting and I wanted to make a new drawing of her with the new armor. Since the previous traditional drawing I did was with her old armor.

I think I’m slowly making progress with traditional ink and coloring. Though sadly the colors never look as good on the computer. XD; I really should use a proper scanner.

[qnq]

So my homebrew daemonfey D&D character can bluff to pass as an elf, been trying to figure out how that works~

[mashatate-archive-blog]

I SPENT WAY TOO LONG ON THIS. Companion piece to last Zaany art.