#othira

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friendship ended with other genes now python/morph is my new best friend

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What sort of things are Othira, Vrinde, and Locket into? :3c

Othira

Hmm..yknow I hadn’t give it much thought before now but I’ve given it some thought over the day so!

Outdoor sex is a big one for her, can be public but doesn’t have to be. Doesn’t have to be completely out in the wild either, even just a balcony will do! Her and Euros’s vague will-they-wont-they relationship cumulates with them fucking in a forest right before she blinds him and fakes her own death.

She’s also got a very powerful control over shade so absolutely there’s some tentacle type stuff going on there. If a dragon was into cold hearted girls then she’s the one, and she’s happy to peacefully enjoy a book, paying them no mind while her shade reduces them to a shaking mess.

Vrinde

Vrinde’s a big fan of toys, both used either on him or whoever he’s with. He likes topping, but he’s like waaaayy too soft to be a dom haha.

He’s got a weird relationship with rope/bondage, because he’s a giddy and hyperactive person who hates to sit still, but on the other hand it’s a fun exercise in control and restraint. So I guess it’s something he’ll do, but not too often.

He’s actually quite a vanilla boy. Sex is very much a romantic thing for him, and the only person he’s ever slept with is his girlfriend Europa, who he loves very much.

Locket

One word: Oral. Locket loves oral, both giving and recieving. Hell, if you give him the choice, he’d take oral over penetrative sex nine times out of ten. He’s flirty as hell so he’s well practised too ;)

Another one for him is he loves giving praise. Like I said, he’s very flirty but in a charming way, and that doesn’t stop once he actually gets somebody to the bedroom. Previously he’s wasn’t too fussed about getting praise in return, but more recently fame seems to be getting to his head a little and he’s become more partial to it.

Less of a kink and more of a general note, Locket lives in a lighthouse/radio tower. If you’re alright with heights it makes for a great date, a nice dinner and good fuck out under the stars out of the way of civillisation.

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please tell me more about danta I love him

im always down to talk about my angel boy!!!

OKAY SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I REWROTE IT LIKE 8 TIMES AND IT WAS STILL ANNOYINGLY LONG SO IM GONNA KEEP IT SHORT N VAGUE

Born into a nomad clan of falconers in Plague.At the age of about 7 or 8 years old, broke clan law and accidentally led to the death of over half his clan. Clan law is strict, and as a result his bird was killed and himself exiled into the wastelands.

Luck was on his side as his clan had recently passed by the city of Kel, the only city within the Wastelands. He managed to make his way there and sneak through the gates, but immediately had a hard time finding food or shelter since its within the nature of Plague dragons to make as little waste as possible. When night came he could no longer contain his grief towards his lost family, but his cries caught the attention of the wrong kinds of people.

Dantalion does his best to not remember much about the years he spent in the pits, which in some ways is easy due to the dark and the malnutrition, but even as an adult he can’t forget the faces of the other children he had to kill. Being from a roving clan gave him an edge against orphans from the city, and he quick became adept at finding quick and painless ways to take a life, the only act of mercy he could offer those he lived and died besides.

His talents were noticed by a clan within the city, and one day he found himself plucked from the ring and taken by dragons who spoke a variant of his language that he didn’t understand. The clan leader took a shine to him and began to train him alongside his own son, Jackal, who was of a similar age to Dantalion. Jackal was trained to take over the clan in the event of his fathers death, and Dantalion was trained to be his enforcer.Jackal often attempted to befriend him, but traumatised and unable to understand, Dantalion made little attempt to reciprocate. The two were often utilised in the clans criminal activities, as most would never suspect mere children to have violent intentions.

Dantalion fell into the life of killing upon order easily, and remained this way until he was around 15 years old when Jackal’s father began business dealings with a small group of mercenaries. Jackal and Dantalion were sometimes instructed to go with them to work, and Dantalion found that he meshed well with the group, particularly with a Fae boy of a similar age named Jansher. When the contract with the clan ended and the group made to leave, Dantalion ran away to join them, leaving Jackal behind.

The groups leader, Irbakh, saw potential in Dantalion. Originally she intended to help hone Dantalion’s physical fighting skills but realised after Dantalion had to be pried off another of the mercenaries before he caved his skull in that the years in the pits had simply traumatised him too greatly. Instead, due to his otherwise patient nature and sharp eye, Irbakh instead saw fit to teach him how to use some of the firearms that the group had recently aquired.

With little else to occupy his time, Dantalion spent every free moment he had practising, and what little time he didn’t spend practising he spent with Jansher. Jansher was a soft spoken and pleasant boy, and while he never figured out how someone so sweet got into such an unpleasant line of work, he was infinitely grateful that Jansher didn’t mind his silence and never pushed him for details. The group spent several years together and Dantalion slowly, ever so slowly, grew to care for them, even going so far as to develop romantic feelings towards his first true friend.

It all came to an end with an assassination mission that seemed no different to any of the hundreds of others they’d carried out before then. The group would infiltrate on a ground level undercover, and Dantalion was to hide high above to take the shot - Except he missed, and the last thing he remembers of that night is the target dragons gaping jaws closing around him.

Darkness.

The next memory is him, alive but in agonising pain, staring at a ceiling. A face he doesn’t recognise leans over him, and says she’s so happy to finally meet him, and that she’s so glad he’s okay. The witch’s face turns sour when he asks what happened - She’s sorry, but his lady friend used the last of her life to bring him here, there was nothing she could do. She already buried her, she figured it was better if he didn’t see her the way that she was in the end. Overcome with grief, Dantalion fled without so much as asking the witch’s name.

The knowledge that he’d led to the death of another family almost killed him.

For 10 years after that, he wandered directionless, living only to further the one craft he had and offer his services to whoever could pay for them. Never staying in one place for too long to avoid the law, Dantalion eventually found himself in the city of Ogygia, wherein he had a run in with an irritating drunkard who had a hard time taking “no” for an answer.

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Whats othrias story?

ahh yes Othira!! its about time i mentioned her honestly. ill try keep this to bullet points bc yall know i ramble too much by now haha man i was wrong about that huh. there was gonna be more but i decided ive spoiled enough already

One of the bigger antagonists within my lore

She’s a guardian; her charge is a physical, somewhat-sentient manifestation of a shade curse (specially the curse on Niet), known sometimes as The Sibylline

Her home and birthplace is an underwater city named Omache. Growing up she had no relevancy or special position, she was just a city resident.

She never sought out her charge, but instead it came to her when she was around 13 years old. To begin with she never saw it physically, it only appeared to her in her dreams, but she recognised it immidately as her charge and so was not unnerved by it.

The Sibylline itself came to her on the instinctual knowledge that she would be important. The Sibylline is only semi-conscious - it has no real thought process nor ability to chose right from wrong, it exists only to fulfil its existance as a curse, but has enough intelligence and awareness to be able to plan ahead.

The Sibylline used her natural connection to psychics as a Water dragon (i know on-site shes light but finding her colours w the right eyes was a pain) to begin feeding her visions. It brought her false prophecies of the Omachan royal family turning on their people, visions of rich tyranny and poor people dying in the streets from poverty and neglect.

Othira began to spread these visions, but caught attention very quickly due to her young age. What had started out as a young girl telling her friends and family of the strange dreams she had very quickly spiralled into a mass following, and the Omachan people began to grow more and more wary of their royalty.

The growing mass hysteria soon hit breaking point, and a revolution began under false pretences, spearheaded by Othira, her parents, and a small group of particularly charismatic and intelligent allies. It was not a long revolution, for there were few remaining who had faith in their rulers, and they were quickly overpowered by sheer numbers.

The Omachan Royal Family fled, choosing to save themselves and their children than to die for a country and people that no longer wanted them. The leaders of the revolution formed a republic, with the rebellion leaders as the elected council, known as The Scarphagia

Things settled within Omache and things within the city remained relatively unchanged. During this time, Othira aged a few years, and came to realise that her visions and charge were Shade-influenced. Trusting The Scarphagia, she told them, and they agreed to keep it a secret amongst themselves. However, realising the Shade had given them their freedom and power, the counsel began to worship the Shade as a God of Chaotic Freedom.

During her time in Omache, there was a peculiar incident where a dragon she’d never met before climbed several stories, persued by guards, to her bedroom within the Palace the Scarphagia now resided in. In the brief moments they had contact, he explained he meant her no harm, but had heard that a beautiful girl resided within the palace and simply had to see for himself if it were true. She introduced herself as Othira and asked if he was dissapointed; he introduced himself as Kaydu, and replied that he was not.At that moment, the guards caught up and arrested the man, who no longer attempted to resist them. However, bemused by his eccentric ways and overt flattery, she spoke with the Counsel and asked for his release, wanting to speak with him more.

The two of them kept in contact, sometimes she would leave the palace to meet with him, or he would come to her (properly, this time). Over the course of the next few years they fell in love, and ultimately decided to have a child together.

Due to its location at the bottom of the ocean, there are a great many supplies that are unavailable, and while the city does have some trade, Omache is very much a raid-based clan. Kaydu was one such raider, so Othira wasn’t unused to him being away for times, but mid-way through her pregnancy she recieved the tragic news that this time he would not be returning. Heartbroken, she receeded from the world to mourn alone for a long while, but ultimately decided to carry on for the sake of her child, knowing that her mate would live on in part through them. Her egg became her only comfort, and If one listened carefully, you might’ve been able to hear her sing softly to it through the palace windows.

Her egg hatched after a time, providing her with a son, a guardian with the same stark white scales as his father, who she named Otzi. She treasured the new light in her life above all else, vowing to protect him no matter the cost, even if it brought her ruin. Only a few days after he hatched, she noticed her son’s health was degrading quickly, leaving him sickly and frail.

Othira, using the entirety of her wealth,commissioned the help of every doctor and healer in the city and nearby area to try and save her child. Ultimately, it was decided upon that nothing could be done, for the baby had no discernable illness, but was simply born with a body too weak to sustain itself, most likely due to complications caused by the stress of Othira losing her beloved whilst she was carrying. The doctors withdrew, and Othira spent what remaining time they had alone with her child, doing what little she could to comfort him. Otzi passed away a few days later.

Grief-stricken, but unwilling to let go, this time Othira took action. In secret, she met with an Ice mage within the city and, paying them for both their service and their secrecy, had them freeze Otzi’s body, to preserve it. She then fled Omache the very next day without a word to anybody, and headed Northward, where the Shade is strongest.By now, Othira was well aware of her relationship with the Shade, and knew that if there was a way to bring her son back, it was through that.

She began her research during her travels, gathering any book or rumour she could come across that might be of help. She encountered tales of bodies preserved to almost perfection for thousands of years within peat bogs, and turned her focus towards this. Othira eventually took up residence deep within a marshland type area between the territories of Shadow and Nature, thawing her sons body and burying him within the peat as til such time as when she could revive him. She built herself a small cabin there, and began her research.

Occasionally she would journey out, chasing rumours or collecting scrolls and books that may be of use. She spent years within the bogs, studying her materials and the surrounding flora and fauna for anything that may be useful. She began experimenting with everthing from potions to magic to summoning shade creatures, going as far as to conduct tests on weary travellers that wandered too close. As expected, she found herself having most luck with the Shade, and after her years of isolation and study, she found she could summon and control the Shade with ease. After many more studies were conducted on various nobodies (including one dragon in particular), Othira decided it was time.

In her many years of study, Othira had learnt that when the Shade was orignally cast out, a large chunk of its essence had escaped to a dimension which neither mortal dragons nor The Eleven could access, known as the Orphic Realm. However, her connection and control of the shade was unprecedented, and she had been chosen by the shade rather than the other way around, so she was resolute in her belief that she could get there.

On the night of a new moon, she conducted the rites, and forcibly tore her way through the fabric of reality. The Shade took notice of the intrusion immidiately, and demanded that she leave, or be consumed. Instead, Othira stood firm and made her case as one chosen by an aspect of the shade, having shown nothing but loyalty and servitude towards it for her whole life. The Shade congratulated her on allowing bitterness and spite to consume her so, and stuck a deal with her,

When she was expelled from the Orphic Realm and returned to her body within the mortal plane, she was returned to her senses by the cry of a child. She looked down and where there had been nothing previously, a swaddled hatchling, her son, Otzi, now lay in her arms. He was cold, and his heart did not beat, but he was alive, and in that moment of unadulterated joy she pledged herself to the Shade in full, and that no God, beast nor mortal would stop her from fulfiling her side of the bargain.

Othira returned to Omache then, her son’s life kept secret to the public but worshipped as an act of mercy from the Chaos God to its loyal followers by the council. For years she raised him as if nothing had changed, but all the while plotting how to deliver on her end of the agreement with the Shade and consummate the will of The Sibylline.

Soon she realised a plan that would allow her to kill two birds with one stone, and turned her eyes to Ogygia.

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in england its mothers day and i wanted to make art but it ended up sad instead;;;;

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Othira 6, 20; Ravadove 5, 16, and a wildcard character and/or number?

Othira

6.Their vices (physical or emotional)

Im still not 100% on what a vice is, but as far as I can tell it just refers to immoral behaviour, in which case Othira has…an abundance. The biggest ones being Shade Worship and forms of necromancy, but she’s also prone to idol worship (The Sibylline), lies (false prophecies) and manipulation.

She will kill if she needs to, but not unnecessarily, and takes no joy in doing so. She also still holds attachments to people and things the same as anyone else would, so she’s often convincingly deceptive with her intent. Nonetheless, she still fuelled a revolution against innocent people, and is trying to tear down an entire clan under the command of an aspect of the shade, among…other things.

20. What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

I guess with the way her character is, the biggest “What-If” would be; what if The Sibylline had chosen somebody else? What if, as a Guardian, she’d had a completely mundane charge?

Before her encounter with The Sibylline, she was very much an ordinary girl, and I imagine without it she might’ve stayed that way. Clan Omache is a raid-based clan, so it’s highly probable she would’ve grown up to be apart of a raiding group. There, there’s a chance she might’ve still met her mate, Kaydu, and still had her son, Otzi. If she’d been there, perhaps she might even have been able to prevent Kaydu’s death, and the lack of grief might’ve meant her son might’ve lived, not driving her to the point of madness. In short; she might’ve been happy.

Ravadove

Okay I feel really bad about this but I can’t,,,answer questions on her because her lore is still a huge WIP and I have so little stuff for her I’m,, Sorry,, I feel super bad asdghjkla

For the wildcard, I just put all my dragons and the numbers into random gens and went with that, so:

Ahkoolah

9. Humiliating memories

Most dragons develop the ability to change shape to their human forms between the ages of 4-8 year old (smaller breeds taking less time and longer breeds being the reverse). As a mirror, this should’ve occured for Ahkoolah around the age of 6, but for one reason of another it didn’t, not til long past the threshhold for even larger breeds. It was deemed that there was nothing “wrong” with her, and to this day the reason why remains undetermined.

Her parents loved her no differently than they would any other child, but this, accompanied by the fact that she rarely spoke a word, often left her at the mercy of other children. Children can be ever so cruel in their games and their talk; this one was stupid and braindead and feral, and their favourite pastime was to stick their heads into the lions mouth, metaphorically speaking. They would catch birds and frogs and rodents and press them alive into her jaws until she was forced to bite down to avoid choking, then watch with glee as she chewed raw flesh and bone like the beast she was.

She couldn’t prove them wrong with words for she had none, and the more she struggled and fought back the more she proved them right, that she was nothing more than a mad animal, violent towards any other living thing.

Io found her and came to her aid, once, but once was enough, for she vowed to keep Ahkoolah safe, and show her that to be a friend is to be kind.

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since i asked i better do it too so heres a list of my guardians and their charges

leiptrvarthr’s charge is yastrebok, he hates him. because of plot changes, the original reason he doesnt like him is no longer relevant, so i need a new one, but the dynamic of leiptr just thinking yastre’s the biggest wanker going is good and i love it so i wanna keep it

othira’s charge is niet’s curse. at first she thinks he charge is the shade in general, but its actually this specific aspect of it. its been puppetteering her since she was about 13 years old, she never really had to search for her charge, it came to her

ricin spends a long many years not knowing what her charge is, but not feeling the pull to find it either. it shapes her chatracter a lot, she’s very anxious and reclusive, prefering to busy herself with her alchemy studies so she doesn’t have to think of how much of a failure she is. she suffers greatly from homesickness, spending even a day away from ogygia is hard for her. as the years go by her nerves only get worse, and becomes even more prone to panic attacks. the mental impact of the bomb plot in ogygia is far more severe than her physical injuries, as bad as they are. it is only at the peak of the civil war, when she reaches her breaking point, that she realises she never felt the pull of her charge because it had always been there in her childhood. ricin’s charge is the peace within ogygia