#druid oc

[hbeeez]

Narillion

[yawndogs]

if you were a sheep would you let this guy herd you

[purpleasters-inseptember]

Soaking up the sun ☀️

[euvolonte]

circle of the moon and stars ✨

— katarina (oc) + halsin

[snake-and-goat]

Genuinely this was so much fun to draw. There's something that's just nice about drawing characters having fun and being silly.

[crazysnor1ax]

So excited to FINALLY share my first D&D OC with you guys! Meet Rarri (they/them)!

They're heavily based, with permission, on @diablo-sera-tops' Of Spiders And Serpents Lace!

All their lore is on their Artfight page, but I'll also copy/paste everything below:

"I don't know what I am... I don't know why or how I exist. All I know is that I want to find a place to just be."

Class — Druid

Species — Spider-born

They/them

Age — 22

Alignment — Chaotic Neutral

Druidic Focus — Ring containing a sprig of mistletoe

Weapon of Choice — Sickle

Backstory

Deep in a thick wood, in a land distant and small, lived a very unique giant spider—one gifted with high intellect. Though strong in wit and wise beyond her lifespan, she knew well her nature and accepted it with pride. A great beast she was, feared by locals and horrifying in visage.

A beast is not all she wanted to be, however.

Years passed, hunts dragged on—and an egg sac was eventually laid. It held only a single egg, delicate and small, but the spider cared for it as though she had cared for nothing else in the world. She settled by it, guarded it, shielded it from the elements. It was not long before the egg hatched.

It was not a spider that clawed out of the sac.

They were both spider and human—yet neither at once. A creature resembling a human, with the appropriate eyes, arms, face, and hair had been born; though it bore unmistakable pedipalps, chelicerae, beady additional eyes, fur, claws, additional spider-like arms, bent legs that ended in spider-like paws, and a small abdomen protruding from their backside. To many they would have been an abomination, an unexplained anomaly.

To their mother, they were a spider. Thus were they raised as one.

The spider named them Rarri. She kept them in the forest—away from humans, away from anything that wasn’t her. For a time, they were happy.

One particular hunt saw them travel too close to one of the land’s villages. It was then Rarri saw a human for the first time, and understood why they were such an odd-looking spider.

They asked questions. None were answered; not in the way they’d hoped. Their mother insisted they were a spider and only a spider. Humans were nothing but prey animals. They were no prey animal; they were a predator—powerful and fearsome—even if they had yet to grow into that strength.

Rarri knew well they were not one. Though they resigned to be the spider their mother so clearly wanted them to be. At the same time, their curiosity towards their other half never dissipated; it only grew and strengthened as years passed. It eventually grew so strong they learned how to make themself look like one. They learned to conceal their chelicerae behind their lips, tuck their eyes and pedipalps into their face, retract their claws, and hide their other traits under human clothing. Never daring to inform their mother of their exploration of their other half, they practiced hiding their traits in secret.

Years passed. Curiosity for humanity turned to exhaustion of spiderkind. Rarri grew tired of playing the role of a spider, even if they understood it was a part of themself. Other instincts they could never tell their mother they had within them begged to be set free. Every day became a fight to hide their humanity, and every day the fight grew more exhausting.

Upon turning 18 it all coalesced. They could not fight any longer. Quietly, swiftly, they fled the forest while their mother hunted. They never looked back.

Years passed—years of traveling, of learning how humans viewed spiders, of others being horrified of their truth. They never ceased hiding their true self, practicing at every given opportunity, relishing in their humanity. Practice eventually turned into expertise. Expertise never became perfection. As much as they wished otherwise, hiding was physically exhausting. They could only be human for so long before their body began to fight against its restraints.

Even now, as they continue to travel, this truth remains. Rarri knows well they cannot be truly human, but they also understand they are not truly a spider. They only hope they might someday discover what they truly are, and one day find someone who sees all of them.

Personality

Rarri's personality can be summarized in one word: mischievous. Their own anxiety about keeping their spider traits concealed typically prevents them from doing so, but they love pranks and pulling people's legs. Ragebaiting is their favorite hobby.

Despite this, they're very observant and considerate of others' situations. Mischief has limits—Rarri knows this well. They're particularly empathetic to other non-humans in rough situations.

They take no shit from people who use others to their advantage. For instance, they have a deep distaste for the rich and wealthy. Rarri also frequently steals, and typically only go on quests when it benefits them. They like to state they do so out of "survival", though they often steal items they don't need from shops who overcharge or whose owners are rude to them.

Miscellaneous Tidbits

They cannot speak with their spider traits exposed. They can only communicate via chitters and clicks.

They're venemous.

They can indeed produce their own silk. Their spinnerets are hidden under their fur.

All of their clothes are stolen. Any tears caused by their arms or claws uncontrollably revealing themselves are mended using their own silk.

Their sickle is wooden and handcarved by themself.

They have a wheezy laugh that resembles hissing.

While I envision their wild shape forms changing based on the campaign I'm in, one of them will always be a giant wolf spider.

Their wild shape forms all have black and blue fur.

They only like to be pet by people they're very close with.

They purr when this happens.

This is actually my very first D&D character! Despite wanting to play for years I'm only now getting into it.

[hellethil]

💚🌸OC Info Dump Post! 🌿🍄

Thank you @nyx-knox for tagging me!! I always enjoy and love reading about my favorite storm sorceress.

Here is a look into our little flower Hellethil. I don't have much out on her, but this will be some good info for some upcoming fics :3

🌿Basics

Name: Hellethil Denise Silverbough Ancunin

Alias: Helle (used by everyone), My light, my joy, my heart (used by Halsin), Flower, Little Flower, (used by Astarion) Faithwarden (given to her by the druids of the Emerald Grove after exposing the threat of the Shadow Druids)

Background: Sage

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: She/Her

🍄Other

Family: Hellethil is the eldest daughter to parents Robert and Eloisa De Feo. Robert is a human, born into a noble family with a long line of men who joined and served in the Flaming Fists. Eloisa is a high elf, suspected to be a sun elf, who was found in an ransacked and abandoned village, and adopted by a couple who would become Hellethil's grandparents. Eloisa is a perfectionist at heart, finding enjoyment in linguistics and rare art and for a while worked as an art consultant. While Hellethil's childhood seemed like it would be a happy one, it was far from it. Her father had an anger problem, and when Hellethil found herself victim to his temper, her mother regularly checked out, leaving Hellethil to deal with his verbal and often physical lashings.

Once her younger sister Elora was born, Hellethil found herself left to care for herself. Unlike her sister, who was hot headed, athletic, and was willing to participate in their parents faith of Lathander, Hellethil was not. She was quite, empathetic, and often questioned things. Things only grew worse for her when she stepped into her powers at age five. From then on, she often found herself under the care of her grandparents Dennis and Norma Stephens. Dennis was a retired archmage and professor who had a knack for locksmithing, and Norma was a former pianist who Hellethil found her love of music and theater from.

For a while she learned magic from her grandfather. He suspected she was a druid when her emotions lead to dramatic changes in the weather, one emotional toddler meltdown lead to a week long storm over Baldur’s Gate. Where she was usually met with cruelty and harsh punishment from her parents over such things, her grandparents showed her patience and understanding, both teaching her how to control her magic in their own ways. Dennis taught her the very fundamentals of all magic and Norma taught her control and self discipline through piano and singing.

Sadly when Hellethil was 14, her grandparents passed, leaving her to live once again with her parents. She was forbidden to use druidic magic, and was told the only way she could use magic was to become a cleric for Lathander and join the Flaming Fist, continuing the tradition of her father's family despite being born a girl. She refused and acted out, finding enjoyment in sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet up with a family friend Derrick Stone, whom she was later married to at 17 after being caught sleeping with him.

Derrick was not the young man she had fallen for, he was constantly drunk and abusive. Their marriage lasted three years, when Hellethil decided enough was enough, and tried to runaway. She was caught and beat half dead, and woke to find herself being pulled from a shallow grave by the people who would become her druid master and friend. Rowan and Miria.

Halsin becomes more than a mentor on their journeys to end the Absolute. Shortly after arriving in Baldur's Gate, and witnessing first hand how cruel and dismissive her parents were, Halsin asks if he can be a father to her. She has never felt more loved, cared for, and accepted in her life, save for Astarion of course.

Astarion and Hellethil marry 5 years after the fall of the Absolute, and have their first child, a daughter, 3 years later- 2 years after Astarion was cured of vampirism. They go on to have 2 more children- another daughter and a son.

Birthplace: Baldur's Gate

Job: Before the Absolute, Hellethil was a barmaid at The Elfsong Tavern during the day. After the Absolute, she worked for the dwarven woman Derryth they met in the Underdark, and soon came to own the shop once she retired. She works as an apothecary selling medicinals to both living and undead, including the cure she discovered for vampirism. (which she charges nothing for.) She will also sometimes help Astarion in his tailoring shop. He taught her some basic skills and she does what she can to lessen his burdens.

Phobias/Fears: Spiders, the dark, small spaces, becoming a disappointment and abandoned by those she loves dearly, being a burden, and letting people down.

Hobbies: Reading, Gardening (Its a hobby too! Yes its her job but it can be for fun!), Playing piano.

🌸Morals

Alignment: Chaotic Good. While she does love to indulge in a bit of chaos, Hellethil loves to do what she deems right. Even if it means picking the pocket of those who she deems are cruel, while in her cat form.

Flaws: She will always put others before her. She tends to bottle up her emotions until they become too much for her to handle. Both result from an abusive childhood and previous marriage. Hellethil tries to make herself small enough as to not be a bother to anyone. She doesn't like asking for help because she fears people will view her as ignorant and/or incapable of doing something that could be simple to most.

Virtues: Hellethil is extremely empathetic, and kind hearted. She never wants those to go without or feel unwelcomed. She is also extremely creative-whether it be in problem solving, coming up with a plan, or simply when she enjoys a moment of sketching or playing the piano.

🦦This or That

Introvert/Ambivert/Extrovert, Organized/Disorganized, Closed-minded/Open-minded, Calm/Anxious/Restless, Disagreeable/In-Between/Agreeable, Patient/In-Between/ Impatient, Outspoken/In-Between/Reserved, Leader/ Follower/Flexible, Empathetic/In-Between/Apathetic, Optimist/Realist/Pessimist, Traditional/In-between/Modern, Hard-working/In-Between/Lazy

No pressure tagging some lovely people! @desperateani @nerdallwritey @vividiana @roguishcat @optimisticgrey

[grechaart]

The reference of my character in the world of Dragonlance, for which I have been playing in the same campaign for almost 4 years! My first and favorite girl!