Hey honey love your work, I was wondering if you could do what the boys (so'lek, nor, eetu and whoever else) would be like as dad's (hcs preferably) if that's okay, ofc when you can 😁
Any child of his will have him wrapped around their little fingers. Sorry, I don't make the rules.
He is their personal jungle gym.
You know how male lions play with their cubs that also helps them create social and survival instincts? Yeah, that's So'lek.
Once those kids get older, it's easier to say "no" to them, and he's easily labeled as the Strict Parent.
He secretly loves the "new baby smell". His mate might not catch a break between children just from this alone.
I see his children growing up to be rambunctious and playful, the opposite of their father. I just think it's a nice contrast. He's gotta have a little bit of sunlight in his life, ya know?
Anyone remember Bambi's dad? The Prince of the Forest? That's So'lek. Go watch Bambi 2 and you'll know what I'm talking about.
Nor:
He's very unsure. Has no idea what he's doing. Poor guy just GOT here.
He will constantly ask other Na'vi around him, "Am I doing this right? How do I-? Wait, shouldn't I try-?"
This makes him the Helicopter Parent, unfortunately for any mate of his that will have to deal with that 🤣
Any small jump those children make off of even the TINIEST of steps will send Nor into a small panic attack.
LOVES holding babies against his chest. It's so warm and fulfilling. Everything else that was once so horrible about his life immediately melts away.
As the children get older, Nor is constantly hounding them about safety. He always needs to know where they're going and how long they're gonna be gone. Sometimes, if they're running late, he's immediately ready to start a search party. You can't exactly blame the poor guy for being paranoid.
Eetu:
The Fun Parent.
Eywa help any mate of Eetu's because they will have to simply accept the fact that he will be the fun parent to their children. No matter what.
Have you ever seen that viral video of the gorilla dad who constantly steals his child away to play while the mother chases him? That's Eetu.
Nefika has always insisted that Eetu should learn to slow down and teach younger Na'vi by telling them stories and warning them of the dangers of hunting. And now, he finally does. While he is still the fun parent, having kids has taught him to slow down.
His children and other Aranahe children LOVE his stories as well. Nefika grins like a cat who got the cream whenever she finds Eetu sitting still, surrounded and trapped by children, eager for more stories.
If Etuwa has kids as well, she and Eetu with take their little ones and go flying together. Flying is a must for any children of Eetu.
For every "★" I get, I will post a fact about my characters.
Without a doubt Nor’s beverage of choice is canis root tea, with other varieties of tea falling into a close second. That being said he has been known to partake in mead and ale or wine should he have the chance, with Argonian ale being the favorite of the more alcoholic beverages. Generally though, when it comes to offering guests something to drink tea will be the first offered choice unless Nor knows the person well enough to offer something else first.
Though Nor is not an alchemist by any means, he does still stop by most any alchemy shops he passes to check for a few various ingredients. These mostly fall into categories like herbs for cooking or canis root and other things for tea, but there are a few other various things he keeps an eye out for. Things like aromatics for when he makes his scale care oils, as well as slaughterfish eggs which he like to pickle for later snacking.
For every "★" I get, I will post a fact about my characters.
In terms of overall cleanliness and general hygiene, Nor actually takes very good care of himself. This isn’t always the easiest task when he’s just dealt with a contract, so the Argonian likes to keep a couple flasks of water in his safe houses/hiding spots just for cleaning himself up afterward.
In keeping with the cleanliness theme, even when he’s out on the road Nor takes a few minutes every day to, for lack of a better word, preen his feathers to get rid of of any dirt or dust that has settled in them.
For every "★" I get, I will post a fact about my characters.
Though Nor is generally not the type of assassin to use poison unless it is requested for a contract, in a small disguised pouch by his side he does keep a single sample of jarrin root. Rather than using it against others, however, it is more of a ‘last resort’ for the Argonian should there ever become the extremely dire circumstance of capture without any chance of escape, and usually with the addendum of finding the rest of the Brotherhood through Nor as a result. Simply put, Nor will much sooner finish things in such a manner than allow himself to be used to put the rest of the Family in peril.
This day had certainly been a bit of a different one for Nor. It wasn’t so often that the Argonian found himself walking along one of the tundra’s many roads only to come across a pair of fellow travelers being attacked by a giant. The one was quick clearly a farmer of some sort, if the simple garb he sported was any indication. But the other was just as clearly not, the wolfish looking armor that protected their frame being quite a good indicator of where their allegiances lay. And the assassin had to admit that it wasn’t very often he saw Companions traveling by themselves.
The giant seemed to care little about the fact that one of the men was a Companion however, focusing almost singlemindedly on the farmer. Though so far the creature had been held off decently well, it wasn’t until a rather solid and stunning blow had been leveled against the Companion that the farmer found himself even more defenseless and Nor found himself springing into action.
Thankfully enough all it took was a brief splash of blood and the Argonian’s dagger burying itself into the giant’s flesh for the paralysis effect to activate, Nor shouting at the dullard to get out of the way before a sword suddenly buries itself into the creature as well. Unfortunately enough for Nor in his haste to act he didn’t have a chance to adjust his cloak in a way to continue to hide his armor, something that had clearly been noticed if the look on the face of the one holding the sword was any indication. And that was not a good thing for the assassin, especially considering the fact that the other was a Companion.
Nor has just enough time pull away, readjust his cloak and do a quick swipe of the blood from his dagger before he turns in an attempt to leave. But of course things weren’t that simple.
“You there, Argonian. Hold a moment, I wish to have a word with you.”
Nor couldn’t help but curse mentally to himself. So much for hoping to slip away before the questioning started. There was little doubt in Nor’s mind what it was about, but he would humor the man for a moment, patiently waiting for the other traveler to first leave before turning back to the Nord. But such a motion only earned a staying hand being held up and a simple sentence of ‘that’s close enough.’ It enough to elicit a slight furrowing of Argonian’s brow at the words, before he gives up a slight dip of his head. “Ah, so you did see. I take it such a thing was the reason you wished to speak with me?” The assassin gives up a light shrug. “Go on then, say your piece. I doubt it will be anything I haven’t heard before.”
It’s clear to see the furrow that lights on the other’s brow at such words, the Nord’s gaze flicking over Nor’s form and lingering for a moment on where the assassin’s hands would have been. No doubt he was taking in the fact that the Argonian’s hands were currently hidden under his cloak, and therefore what they might have held was a current unknown. Not that Nor was currently holding anything, but he’d seen that sort of look time and time again. It was not difficult to discern what that particular look was about.
“That man, you could have easily left him to die. I would not have been able to reach him in time, and you could have simply been on your way without a second glance. And yet you did not.” A narrowing of the man’s eyes. “I was of the impression that members of the Brotherhood only ended lives, not saved them. So why did you?”
A curious tilt of the Argonian’s head. Not quite the standard question that the assassin was often asked, but still decently common. It was somewhat contradictory behavior that Nor had displayed in other’s eyes, he supposed. “Ser, just because I make a fair portion of my living in the deaths of others does not mean I relish the unnecessary ones. I had no quarrel with him and am not contracted against him, and I was in a position to help. So I did.” A motion of the Argonian’s hands. “It is really so difficult to believe that I would chose to help save a life?”
A soft grunt leaves the Nord’s frame. “Then why kill at all? What makes the others not worth trying to help?”
“Why kill at all?” Nor echoed, another tilt of his head. “I could ask the same of you, Companion. How is it any different when you get contracted against bandits? I highly doubt you show them any mercy.”
The Argonian’s words have a quite clear and quite immediate effect, if the deep glower that crossed the man’s face was any indication. “That’s different. We aren’t killing good peo-”
Nor can’t help but interrupt the other with a contemptuous snort. “Good people? There are very few people these days that can truly be called ‘good people,’ and it is nothing but childish fantasy to think people can be so simply grouped into good and bad. You of all people must know better than that, sir wolf,” the Argonian added, carefully stressing the last word. Having a former member of the Companions as an assassin of the Brotherhood did lend to some rather choice information, after all. “Do you really think the people of Whiterun would be quite so keen to have you around if they knew about the monster hiding beneath your skin? At least the Brotherhood is upfront about the sort of monsters we are. People know what to expect from us, unless we’re keeping people from dying, apparently.” An almost disgruntled sounding grumble then, Nor re-flicking his cloak a bit tighter about his frame. “Now then, unless you intend to come to blows against me, I shall be on my way.”
The Nord has so far remained quiet during the Argonian’s outburst, the only real reaction being a slight furrowing of the other’s brow. At the mention of Nor’s leaving, however, he puts up a hand. “No, I do not intend to come to blows against you. However...” A pause, almost as if the other was mentally debating something. “Would you mind if I walked with you, at least for a little while? It is not every day I come across someone I can so concisely discuss such topics with.” An almost wry smirk. “Even amongst wolves, such talk is usually brushed aside for less unsavory conversation. Surely you don’t mind a bit of polite discourse, sir assassin?”
A narrowing of the Argonian’s eyes. “For one thing it is Nor, sir wolf. And no, I do not mind a bit of polite discourse. Provided that weapons remain in their sheathes during it, of course.”
This earned a brief chuckle from the other. “Fair enough. And it’s Skjor, sir assassin.” A slight motion of a hand towards the path. “Now then, for starters, I would be rather interested on how you learned of that particular tidbit of information first...”
I have a question is your muse gay, straight, bisexual, or whatever else (I know there are more but I can't recall how to spell them)
Seeing as I’ve never actually done a kinsey scale for him, I’d guess that Nor would probably fall on the spectrum somewhere between bisexual and pansexual. If he falls in love with someone it’s very likely not going to be determined by their gender orientation. In his eyes love is love, regardless of how the other party identifies themselves.
That being said, Nor doesn’t know quite how to react to non-Argonians showing a romantic interest in him. Given the general dislike a good portion of Skyrim shows he and his kin, he’s moreso cautiously optimistic at even making a non-Argonian acquaintance, much less a friend of all things. For one to make romantic insinuations towards him he’d be admittedly and considerably out of his element. More likely than not this would also fluster him a fair bit.
bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.
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the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.
What is nor's body type? Is he super noodley or is he like lizard he-man?
Nor is of a more lean body type, though this is also considerably more because of well toned muscles than simply being skinny. Overall he’d probably be considered quite sleek, which given the naturally stealthy nature of his occupation suits him just fine. That’s not to say he’ll starve himself to remain naturally lithe, the Argonian is well aware that it is far better keep himself eating healthy and therefore maintaining a healthy weight than worry about what a few extra pounds might do to his sneaking skills. Not to mention he can’t see himself giving up sweetrolls and other delectables because of such things.
