#elowyn

[aardciaga]

old lou/asa pieces that i think still hold up even though my stylization has changed a lot throughout the years

[thewritingautisticat]

Lion Academy character intros

Andronicus, the Exiled Prince.

The fifth son of the recently passed king of Arden, was exiled by his eldest brother out of paranoia. Ended up at the Lion Academy after his life was saved by Elgin, chieftain of the Forest Tribes. He is kind and noble, but can be a little rash in judgment and tends to find his worth in certain titles (or lack thereof). A good, noble figure who is still very, very human.

Biggest issues: Wants to prove/make something of himself; has a habit of always saying THE WORST POSSIBLE THING at any given time

Elowyn, the Forest Huntress

Daughter of Elgin, a skilled archer and woodswoman. She's currently training to be the Leader of the Women in her tribe (until her older brother finds a wife), and in the meantime goes to the Lion Academy, as her ancestors have done for generations. She's seeking to trade in her hunting for working as a healer, but blood somehow keeps coming back to haunt her.

Biggest issue: Pride, unwilling to do things any other way than the way her tribe does things

Isom, the Redeemed Slave

The former slave of Prince Naileom, who was bought off of him by Andronicus and set free. He then bound himself to Andronicus's service, not knowing how to live any life except slavery. Naileom's treatment of him left him really messed up in a lot of ways, and he spends most of his many sleepless nights on rooftops thinking about how he can stop the constant torment in his head. Still, he's fiercely devoted to Andronicus (at times in an unhealthy and worshipful way) and quietly serves him and any of the people Andronicus cares for.

Biggest issues: Severe depression and suicidality, struggling with sexuality and sexual desires (and afraid to talk to anyone about it)

Lulareshana, the Prideful Princess

Daughter of a sultan in the Lower Western country of Ja'val, a spoiled princess who is used to getting whatever material possessions she wants. Feeling that she has little control over her life due to the extremely misogynistic society in Ja'val, she tries to control her own life through whatever means she can, mainly being very picky and abusing her slaves.

Biggest issues: Pride/selfishness, fear of letting go of control because she's never had any

Ruslan, the Irreverent Stablehand

A slave of Lulareshana's father, Ruslan has spent his whole life taking care of his master's horses. He know his way around a stable like no other, but isn't great at swordfighting or most other skills. He has little respect for anything, whether it's the "gods" of his home country, his family, authority figures, or any person besides himself. Escorting Lulareshana to the Lion Academy has given him his first taste of freedom, and he's loathe to lose it.

Biggest issue: Self-centered, willing to sacrifice others for himself

Mason, the Hesitant Apprentice

Mason was taken and raised as a child by the sorcerer who murdered his parents. His whole life he's been raised around Magic, but due to his bloodline he's beem deemed "unworthy" of having any of the power for himself. Now, that sorcerer has sent him to the Lion Academy after a book of spells that was hidden there centuries ago. However, Mason never expected to make friends with the other students, and now he's got a serious choice to make.

Biggest issue: Chasing after power/Magic addiction, lying

Junia, the Romantic Scholar

Andronicus's little sister. She's autistic and her special interest is books, poems, and history. She has a intense love for nature and can often be found climbing trees or running barefoot through the Academy halls.

Biggest issue: Naive and too trusting

Azotus, the Devil Twin

Due to a superstition around identical twins in Arden, Azotus was deemed "cursed" and "a product of the devil". Despite his best efforts to fix himself, his anger issues keep getting the best of him until his village's religious leader excommunicates him. Sick of it and with nothing left to lose (or so he thinks), Azotus decides to fully embrace his curse and runs off to cause mayhem, dragging his "good" twin in tow.

Biggest issue: Convinced he's cursed and decided to lean into it

Aracus, the Golden Child

Got the "good" end of the identical twin curse, although it certainly doesn't seem that way when he has to watch his twin, his other half, constantly getting abused and beat down by their father and the rest of the people in the village and is powerless to stop them. When Azotus finally has enough and leaves, Aracus stays by his side just like he always has. He knows the only way this ends is in tragedy, but he's going to follow his brother all the way to the end if it means even a chance of saving him.

Biggest issue: Doomed to follow his twin brother into trouble

Naileom, the Hedonistic Party Animal

Isom's former master, the crown prince of Icytheocaea who has never been told "no" in his life. His world revolves solely around his own pleasure and getting it NOW. His partying lifestyle and mistreatment of others finally led his father to sending him into a temporary exile, which was unfortunately too little far too late. Ending up at the Lion Academy only served to make him better at hiding how awful he is from others. He's pretty good at putting on a charming facade but refuse to give him what he wants and you'll see the cruel side of him.

Biggest issues: He's basically the worst person alive Manipulative, abusive, only seeks his own pleasure at all times and will not take "no" for an answer.

Caedia, the Gentle Lover

Junia's lady-in-waiting, the ADHD to her autism. She's extremely passionate and has a deep love for life and the world around her, and is looking for someone to whom she can give the love in the vast depths of her heart. Although she's already been burned once in the romantic field, when she meets Isom she is immediately drawn to him. She just doesn't believe she's the type of person that anyone could ever love back.

Biggest issue: low self-esteem, believes she's "too much" for anyone

[divine-draws]

also getting to work on the tributes for the hunger games ttrpg i'm running!! this is elowyn from district 7

[a2zillustration]

You should do it he seems nice.

(A friend's archfey NPC and his wifey, my character Elowyn)

[usikunox]

I have pretty much zero comic experience but I had exactly one (1) agenda in drawing these and now I can sleep in peace 😌

[shadvheart]

Elowyn and Caelia Greenbriar🌟

Caelia dances to Elowyns tunes, but at what cost?

[korlkore]

Elowyn, my lil weird sphinx thing

He’s berry curious!!

Never finishing the bg😭

[kippakip]

An Empty Palm

The bustling sound of the market never failed to make Ava uncomfortable. The noises were too shrill or too close, and the constant brush of people’s shoulders only justified her aversion. Just beside her, a small child grabbed the loose material of her pants. The child looked around warily, not bothering to glance at the person he was holding onto. Her mouth opened to throw a quick, venomous word at the child to make him let go—it was too close and hot to feel any affection for a spoiled knee-scratcher right now.

Just as the start of a word began to form in her throat, the child called for his father. Despite herself, her heart softened. This child knew he was holding onto a stranger. Out of everyone in the market, he had picked her. With a heavy sigh, she shrugged off the rucksack on her shoulder and let it fall to the filth-ridden ground of the square. The child’s gaze instantly flew up, tears in his eyes as he flinched away from her.

As soon as their eyes met, her aggravation dissipated. The world around her fell away. Her eyes scanned his features—his hair, his eyes, his cute nose. Without her permission, a flash of someone she once knew filled her mind. A similar face, eyes filled with tears, sitting in the mud before her.

“Get off your rear and help me with this carriage or we’ll never make it to Bothmir’s in time!” The voice echoed distantly in her memory.

“You’re the reason I’m in this mess in the first place…” the boy grumbled in return.

A new figure entered her thoughts: soft features, a graceful aura, and a genuine smile. “You really should be more careful, Elowyn. Dorian really does love those pants.”

Her mind cut off the memory, pain shooting sharply through her heart. She visibly flinched, her face taking on a stern look as she mentally built a wall around the soft memory. She extended her palm to the boy before her. The same chestnut eyes peered up at her warily.

“It’s alright. I won’t hurt you. Where did you last see your Papa?”

The boy sniffled once more, rubbing his arm across his nose. “Fish,” he mumbled shyly, pointing a shaky finger toward the dock.

Ava sighed heavily. She hated the smell of fish. With a restrained groan, she threw her rucksack back over her shoulder before extending her hand. She quickly opened and closed it, signaling for him to grab hold. The boy obliged, a shy smile forming as he took a few confident steps forward, leaning slightly into her as they walked.

They approached the dock slower than she would have liked, but she had forgotten how tedious it was to guide a toddler through a bustling market. Her mental mortar workers paused for a moment, letting a memory slip through the wall. She found her heart warming, faintly remembering the times she had hauled Dorian around the market when they were young.

She missed him dearly, but he had refused to speak with her after the attack. She didn’t blame him, but a part of her constantly grieved the memories they would never make.

“Papa!” the boy cried, instantly releasing her hand. The suddenness of it jarred her, ripping her from her train of thought as she stared down at her now-empty palm. Was that what it felt like? Once, she had his trust, his hand to guide, his happiness to protect. Now, she had an empty palm that would never again be filled with the warmth of those she loved.

The mental mortar workers resumed their task in her mind.

Ava looked up from her palm, now refocused on the boy and the man he had run to. She dearly hoped this was actually his father, as she couldn’t bear to hold the boy’s hand any longer. The man chuckled heartily, bending down to pick his son up.

“I see you didn’t find any balsam after all, Rhys.” He shook his head, with only a small amount of disappointment, as though his expectations had been low to begin with. “We’ll try again next week, alright?”

The boy buried his face in his father’s neck, clinging to him for dear life. They turned away from her, their line of sight obscured by the bustling dock workers. Ava took this as her chance to leave. Pivoting, she took a step—only to walk face-first into the stone wall lining the dock.

With a resounding “oomph,” she stepped back, rubbing the newly formed welt on her cheekbone. She heard the father approach, but kept her gaze averted, feigning ignorance.

“…Elara?” the man inquired, his voice gruff with emotion as he extended a hand toward her.

Her heart sank instantly, recognition hitting her like a painful wave. She fought hard not to look up, to keep walking. But the same force that halted her mental wall now prevented her from moving away. Their eyes met, and she saw the face of her little brother. His cheeks had the same roundness, though he was no longer pudgy. He was tall, built like an ox, with broad shoulders and a healthy belly. Probably from many trips to the local pub. Her eyes twinged with the pain of realizing she had missed so much—never there for a pint, never there for his binding ceremony, never there for the birth of his child.

“I…I’m…” The words left her lips in a hushed, broken whisper, trailing off as her lip trembled more than she wished. The tears broke through the walls she had built, rolling down her cheeks, leaving a scorching trail in their wake. Her eyes throbbed with the pain of emotions she could no longer contain.

She turned to leave.