My most detailed oc ever that took so long (4 to 2 days) to do
AND SHES PERFECTO!!
And heres some of her lore
TW SELF HARM AND SPIRALING!!
- Vera personality type is a very grumpy, realistic, slightly dry humored, yet complicated, and well a bit intense not to mention, shes seems very serious with a really bad resting bitch face. Basically a ESTJ personality Type.
- Nova vera in human years would be in her 70s yet due to her being well a unicorn, she dont age normally.
- thing about her species is the fact that usually is an accident coming into existence.
- not an abomination like nephilium but more like a very very rare accident.
- She was taken in by makers who were alchemists near the forge lands.
- her being a unicorn means her body and being is pure raw magic.
- Due to her finding an omnious scroll around her rebellious phase in her teens, when she red it, everything changed.
- She discovered that yes one day the apocalypse would really happen. And yes the makers and alchemists knew about it.
- which made her spiral. Really bad. Which led to her carving the alchemy symbols into her arms.
- vera had a talent of dancing but stop due to wanting to stop the apocalypse one day, and only started dancing again because of alec (credit to my bro @squiddmaxim for this idea)
- her dynamic with the horsemen is like a mother.
- the dynamic with makers are very good, she was raised by some makers who knew alchemy. Which makes her a forge sister even if shes adopted.
- nova was given to her by some humans, and she decided to keep it for them not to be as scared of her.
- her alchemy gloves are modeled after griffin claws.
- vera made her own glavie by hand, meanwhile she found the baseball bat randomly while traveling with alec.
- nova fur is similar to a horse actual fur so very coarse.
- she can and will walk on all 4s, vera absorbs magic but no she doesn't absorbs souls. Her horn can glove when using magic too.
And lastly
- she can use her tail like a lasso or wip if she lost or doesn't have any other weapons left.
When THQ released that frustrating tease of a trailer, I was sucked back into the stories I made for these games.
Darksiders has been a huge part of my art growth since 2010 so naturally, I wanted to upgrade my characters with my newer style and give them the gear and armor they deserve.
It's funny, Andie started out as a self-insert survivor who didn't do much and now she's a bonified badass who goes on adventures with Death
Ephraim also started as just a fun idea and then became more developed the more I drew him. A firstborn nephilim survivor, who was thought to be killed on Kothysos, only to be picked up by another ancient race, long forgotten by the Council.
I revamped/remade my Darksiders oc Oracle whose name is actually Isolde now.
I wasn't happy with her old version/story and decided to remake her into a Maker with new everything.. sort of I kept a lot of her old design. She's still shipped with Death.
Probably gonna mess with the design knowing myself but this is the idea.
Raw post from a discord convo with my best friend who’s also into Darksiders. 👀✨
Twinsiders AU: (pretty much my brother and me since we’re twins) Azrael and the twins, Devin and Keely wanted to hang out a little longer before leaving to a safe haven. Ulthane is already aware of their positions, hehe.
5 years ago, the Thirst-Siders discord was established. Today, the day after the announcement of Darksiders 4, the server has been revived from the dead and is open for fans of the Darksiders franchise!
This server is 18+ only, so no minors please!
Check out the Thirst-siders community on Discord - hang out with 11 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
“If you can’t blow them away with your brilliance then baffle them with your bullshit”
(Image taken from a Google Images Search)
“Filthy apes!”, shrieked the angel as he wriggled around furiously in the net trap he was suspended in. His golden face had taken on a dark, thunderous sheen as he bellowed his displeasure down at the two humans that eyed him with great amusement. The trap had originally been for wayward demons that strayed too close to the base but angels provided their own set of problems to deal with, so you felt little remorse as you watched the one before you writhe and whirl like a cat stuck in a burlap sack.
Sabine, your companion, turned to you with a grin so large it threatened to crack her narrow face in two. She jerked her head in the direction of the feathery ball of rage hurling ape-and-monkey themed insults at you both and asked, “So what’s your plan captain?”
Your brain buffered momentarily before you realised that she was speaking French, not English. The inter-dimensional ‘visitors’, desecrators and usurpers, all of them, did not seem to know any other human language but English. That in itself was strange, how did they learn it? Why did they know a language from a species they held such contempt for? A fascinating brain teaser to be sure, and since it appeared to be the only one they understood, it gave your kind a minute advantage over the all-powerful immortal beings that rampaged across your ruined, smouldering wreck of a planet. Therefore, you could communicate plans and such to your fellow humans without being understood by outside forces. A win for humanity at last. Yippee.
Sabine was fluent in French but you could only hold a decent conversation at best, so it took you a moment to translate her words and then formulate an answer.
“He is very angry, I think letting him go would be dangerous”, you said carefully. Sabine rolled her eyes and lazily swung the baseball bat that she had been resting on her shoulder up until that point. It was a vicious looking weapon with the top half wrapped in rusty barbed wire in addition to the many sharp nails that had been hammered through the tip. She had employed you to help her come up with a name for it but then dismissed you almost immediately. Apparently ‘Turbo-Tetanus’ wasn’t appropriate.
“I reckon we can take him down, no problem”, said Sabine confidently, “there’s two of us and only one of him. I have my bat, you have your sword, and we both have guns.” You frown in uncertainty and gaze up at your catch, who has been screaming himself blue in the face the whole time you have been talking. He seemed to have relinquished his hold on the superior higher thought that his kind so smugly claimed to have and was now just shouting the word “filth!” at regular intervals. Spit sprayed everywhere with every exclamation, prompting you and Sabine to step backward in an effort to avoid being anointed by the holy waters.
“I don’t know, it doesn’t feel right!”, you say loudly, struggling to be heard over the din.
“Filth! Filth! Filth!”
Sabine’s cheerful expression faded and she sighed in disappointment.
“Fine then, but can we at least find a way to shut that feathery fuck up? Every nasty within a five mile radius probably knows that we’re here by now!”, she said while switching back to English.
“Filth! Filth! Filth!”
Sabine was right, but you didn’t want to use force, not if you didn’t have to. You approached the angel and waved to get his attention. He stopped his ranting and raving and fixed you in his hate-filled stare. You couldn’t help but be briefly transfixed by the golden pinpricks of his eyes that burned like hot lava from within the dark depths of his helm.
With a shudder you wrenched yourself back into the present and before the angel could say anything, in the most deadpan and matter-of-fact tone you could muster, said “You look like you would taste bland.”
A distinct clack reaches your ears as the angel’s jaw snaps shut, cutting off whatever he was about to say. He seemed…gobsmacked. You had dumbfounded him into silence.
“Let’s go!”, Sabine urged before grabbing your hand and tugging you away from the angel who was still gaping like a landed fish. The both of you began to run back towards the base. Once you had reached a safe enough distance you stopped and turned while unhooking your rifle from your shoulder. After searching for the angel in the rifle’s scope you shot the rope that held shut the net that kept him suspended in the air. After a minute or so the angel surged into the sky with his sword drawn.
“You know”, you began as you and Sabine ducked under cover to avoid the angel’s fierce, but most likely short-lived, revenge quest, “I didn’t actually think that would work”. Sabine shrugged, “Well hey, it isn’t stupid if it works”.
Her trademark cheeky grin that promised infinite amounts of mischief began to tip-toe back onto her face. She put her arm around your shoulders and jostled you companionably as you, with much caution, resumed your journey.
“Anyway”, she continued, “it’s like what they say: if you can’t blow them away with your brilliance then baffle them with your bullshit”. You both laughed, the joyous sound at odds with the crumbling ruins that surrounded you and the dark, sunless sky above you.
Thank you so much for reading. If you have coin to spare I implore you to commission my friend who is an amazing artist (and also in the Darksiders fandom). If you like what you see above and have an idea that you want to see written then don't hesitate to check out my own commissions post.
This isn't the best piece mind you (War looks horrid, so forgive the attempt), and I am a day late but there is some story to this! Siva had associated other worldly beings with negative outcomes, the apocalypse had not been kind and had left Siva with no one to trust. Until War came along on his one track mindset to clear his name. How ironic that one of the most dangerous beings to walk the Dead Earth was more honest than any other Siva came across, and after having a quiet moment to rest she voices this to him. She knows he has his mission, she respects that, but respects it even more that he has not once lied to her/sugarcoated things, and that bluntness was well received by a human that has trust issues. Once more what's left of humanity leaves him baffled. Hope ya like and stay tuned!
Darksiderstober prompts, Siva and Art are mine
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