I started to ponder the disabilities my OCs live with.
Sarit Ramesh has permanent scarring in her lungs from the horrible environmental conditions of her youth. Her childhood was spent largely bedridden because of this, and the numerous illnesses and infections that came from it.
As an adult, Sarit no longer has her right arm, and instead needs a prosthetic. Granted, she did that to herself, as part of a pathological need to replace parts of her body with cybernetics. Growing up so weak and physically poor instilled a desire to cut out her physical imperfections, and replace them with machinery.
Sarit has also added tech to her brain, as well as the obvious circuitry and mods just under her skin.
Kallian Tabris suffers from Intermittent Explosive Disorder. Which makes her intense anger often manifest in explosive and destructive episodes.
She also has a learning disability, which makes it difficult for her to master certain skills, such as writing and mathematics. Fortunately, Kallian is also determined and spiteful enough to work even with her disability. And during the events of DAO, her companions tutored Kallian so she could read and write. And later, she taught her illiterate father the same lessons she learned, so they could send letters to each other when Kallian was away. Kallian also slowly taught herself Orlesian, so later in life, she could speak to Leliana in her partner's native language.
Nathan Bhatia suffered a traumatic brain injury while fighting in the Resource Wars. He has trouble controlling his emotions and is prone to wild mood swings both positive and negative in stressful situations. He also developed claustrophobia and suffered severe burns from the same event, spending hours trapped inside a destroyed suit of power armor while its power core burned him alive. About 40% of Nathan's body, including part of his face, is visibly burned.
Zoe Iwasaki has PTSD, depression and anxiety, mostly stemming from horrific abuse from her parents. (Her father especially) Following the disastrous heist and having Silverhand's personality eat away at her brain, Zoe developed severe body dysmorphia, which threw off her sense of balance and coordination, as well as several other embarrassing side effects.
Brink is partially blind. In their old life, before the events of the game, one of the Dark Urge's victims fought back just enough to gouge her left eye out of her skull before they were horribly murdered. In a moment of vanity, the Dark Urge replaced the empty socket with a polished piece of obsidian. There are no enchantments or magical properties to the prosthetic, it's just a black void meant to look intimidating.
Post-tadpole, Brink remembers none of this. They just have to adapt to having limited vision.
If you're still taking writing requests, could we see Andreja x female captain (shocking coming from me, I know) trying to go on a "normal" date in Akila, or maybe Paradiso? But of course, these two being who they are, shenanigans are bound to happen. Whether they be serious or lighthearted shenanigans is up to where your imagination goes!
HERE COMES SARAH 'SAPPHIC PALADIN' WITH THE STEEL CHAIIIRRR
Andreja did not overlook details. She was nothing if thorough when reconnaissance came into play—nothing was ever left to chance. Paradiso had a reputation for its entertainment, quietness and safety. She had attempted to break in precisely twelve times in the last week and had only managed to get in three times. Perfect. It meant that very, very few people in the universe could disturb her and her love.
Nothing was left to chance.
Even their seat at the restaurant. Perfect view, early enough not to be overcrowded, not so early that they would be too sleepy to eat. Andreja finally let a sigh out as she relaxed in her chair, her beloved’s hand on her thigh. They would finish their meal, before heading down to swim some more. Perhaps Sarit would teach Andreja another card game, laying in the warm sands.
A perfect way to enjoy their newly forged bond.
Unfortunately for Andreja, a wrench had been thrown in the cogs, a wrench named Aja Mamasa.
Night had crept across the gentle waters and though the sunlight had faded into the horizon, fairy lights soon cast their glows as bottles of expensive alcohol came out. Andreja savored her own cocktail, raising her eyebrow at the umbrella.
“I am confused. The sun is out, my drink no longer needs the shade.”
Sarit twirled her own umbrella between her fingertips, laying her head on Andreja’s shoulder.
“It’s for aesthetics only. To make your drink all pretty.”
Andreja hummed, inspecting the small umbrella closer. Sarit plucked the umbrella from her hands, before taking her head between her hands. Although they had already discovered each other’s bodies, taken the time to map each scar life had left on them and spent long nights worshipping them, Andreja’s heart still skipped a beat as her face was cradled in her lover’s hands. She all but melted into the touch, her eyes boring into her lover’s.
The small umbrella was neatly tucked above her ear and she could not resist it. She giggled. Her dearest could be so… unserious. She loved that. And loved the lopsided, self-satisfied grin Sarit gave her. She brought her love’s face closer, her lips curling into a smile as they kissed.
“There, you’re even prettier. Now, can I get my pretty woman another drink?” Sarit took her own glass, wiggling the empty cocktails.
“I am unsure what I did to deserve you—yes, please.” Andreja hesitated, wondering if perhaps she should be a little more… adventurous. “Could you please get me the cocktail with the rhum and pineapple?”
“Oooh, party girl! A sweet drink for my sweet love, sounds good.” Sarit stole another kiss and chuckle from Andreja as she sauntered away.
There was certainly a sizeable line for the bar. But nothing that could justify fifteen minutes. Andreja discreetly patted her swimsuit. Her hidden blades were there. Good. She slid one into her palm, before making her way across the open-sky bar, her eyes scanning the dancing, mingling bodies.
She spotted her love immediately. Her back to the wall as a woman chatted her up, too close for comfort.
Andreja furrowed her brow. Sarit bore the marks of their bond—could the woman not get a hint? She strode forward. Andreja tended to curl in on herself quite a lot. Her full size could be… imposing. Not to mention that her height and broad shoulders could sometimes complicate undercover missions. But this time, she rose to her full height, rolling her shoulders back, tightening her stomach, knowing that in this swimsuit, the woman would be forced to consider her musculature before continuing to flirt with her dearest.
“Ah, there you are, ya amar.” Andreja lowered her voice. Her furrowed brows shot up to her hairline as Aja Mamasa turned around, a big smile on her face. And her hand on her beloved’s arm.
Andreja had hoped that perhaps the former Chair, Miss Morgan’s mentor, was not flirting with her Sarit. Unfortunately, she had been wrong. Horribly so. She had expected the older woman to drop her flirting upon seeing the proofs of their bonds—the rings they wore, the matching tattoos on their wrists… Aja Mamasa had noticed.
And was now also flirting with Andreja.
Her poor lover was in the same predicament as Andreja. Too respectful to shut down the woman that had had too much to drink and not enough common sense to see that Sarit wished she would be abducted by another lifeform and that Andreja was praying for the Great Serpent to call her to His side.
Under normal circumstances, Andreja and Sarit would have probably shot such a deadly glare at whomever dared interact with them in such fashion, enough to drive anyone away. But this was Aja. The woman that Miss Morgan praised endlessly and that had not hesitated to offer her support in the face of the Starborn threat.
Andreja did something she thought she would never have to do in her life. Every Constellation astronomer received a transmitter along with their watch and spacesuit. Barrett and Sam called it the ‘Morgan bailophone’. The boys had had to use it countless times, even having a shortcut to Miss Morgan’s coordinates on the main menu of their watch. Sarit had only resorted to the ‘Morgan solution’ once, when cornered with a very drunk Noel and Matteo argument.
It was her time.
She excused herself from Aja, who was halfway in Sarit’s lap. Her beloved’s eyes pleased for her not to leave her there. Andreja steeled her heart, her finger pointing to her watch. Sarit nodded solemnly.
Miss Morgan picked up immediately.
“Andreja? What’s wrong?” Andreja could hear clothes being fumbled on the other end.
“Aja is here. She is groping my bondmate. She is groping me. May I request your help?”
“Oh. My. God.” All movement ceased on Miss Morgan’s end. “You’re actually calling for a ‘Sa-rescue Morgan?’, Andreja?”
Andreja let her head hang low. She was ashamed of herself. Because she could not properly navigate a complex social interaction, she’d went ahead and disturbed a woman she most admired for petty reasons.
A throaty laugh interrupted her self-loathing.
“Ah, Andreja, I’m so glad you called. Don’t worry, I have your back. Thank you for calling, hold on for ten minutes. Help is on the way, dear.”
At least, Sarah was amused.
Andreja had expected Sarah to stride in and gently shoo Aja Mamasa away, as she had seen her deal with inebriated members of Constellation. But it seemed that her method for dealing with Aja was… different.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Andreja saw a bush rustle, a tuft of blonde hair making its way through the vegetation, before stopping right behind the stool where Aja was sat, swinging her cocktail wildly as she regaled them with a tale, one hand on Sarit’s shoulder and the other over Andreja’s waist, soaking her garbs with liquor.
“Members, down!”
Out of sheer reflex, both Andreja and Sarit ducked, stepping back to see Sarah Morgan, Chair of Constellation, clad head to toe in black, bodying Aja Mamasa to the ground, her forearm against the former Chair’s mouth as she dragged her away.
Sarit watched in awe, her mouth open. Andreja herself wondered if perhaps someone had spiked her drink as Miss Morgan raised her thumb at them, winking as she dragged away Aja, leaving tracks in the sand.
“I…Am so very sorry, my Sarit. I had meant for this to be perfect, but—” Andreja began, before lips silenced hers.
“No. You’re not doing that. You’re not spiraling. This is perfect, everything I wanted and more. We just saw Sarah body Aja Mamasa. If we were not already bonded, I would ask for another ceremony on the spot.” Before Andreja could retort, her lover’s lips were on hers again. “Best. Date. Ever”
“I suppose that the use of ‘Tactical Morgan Strike’ was entertaining.” Andreja conceded.
That's the best thing about warhammer, that both are equally valid and encouraged!
At its core, the franchise is a tabletop war game. For decades, Games Workshop has encouraged fans to paint their miniature models however they want. There are no strict rules about how armies should and shouldn't look. And the lore originally existed so fans could create their own justifications and headcanons as to why their miniature armies looked the way they did. OCs and canon lore have been intertwined with warhammer from the very beginning.
In my weirdly detailed modern AU where Sarit is a twitch streamer, she mostly paints her own OC characters and their equipment/war machines. A small warband of chaos space marines. (a thousand sons splinter group. I even have lore for the lore she made up in an au)
As a warhammer fan, she obviously talks a lot about canon lore with her chat while painting, but can spend hours infodumping her headcanons about her OC marines if asked.
She would also paint more canon-compliant things for sure, especially when she needs a break from her original creations.
Sarit never cared about fashion or dressing herself to look a certain way. Lab coats and drab yet functional garments were basically all she wore for many years.
But after some gentle persuasion from her found family in Constellation, Sarit would find ways to express herself in ways she found comfortable.
re: the allergies/holidays/birthday/etc post you just reblogged, can we have a few little known facts about sarit, or iona? (or both if I'm very lucky)
Sure! (And thank you for letting me talk about my beloved characters)
A funny thing about Sarit and her long list of medical issues: she has no known allergies at all! Even the exotic allergies common in the settled systems from various alien flora and fauna that can debilitate many other people. Sarit's ravaged and painful lungs have no problem handling all known forms of alien pollen/dander/allergens you can think of.
She grew out her hair only once, in her teen years when she was still figuring herself out. But other than that, Sarit has kept the same haircut she had since she was that sickly little boy sitting behind a computer terminal while bedridden.
She LOVES chunks pumpkin pie. This is perplexing to others, especially Andreja, since it has the consistency and appearance of gelatinous orange poison.
She can control her mechanical prosthetic right arm wirelessly. It doesn't happen often, but she does have the ability to make her arm crawl to her using its fingers like a horrible metal spider.
Her birthday is September 14.
I mentioned it before, but my favorite comfort headcanon is that Sarit is distantly related to an alternate-universe version of my Fallout 4 OCs Zoe and Nathan Bhatia. In Starfield's universe, Zoe and Nathan were happily married in 2077 and lived happily ever after with their son Shaun. Shaun would go on to have a brilliant career in robotics and computers that would lay the foundation for the technology used in the settled systems. Shaun Bhatia is Sarit's great-great-great-great-great grandfather.
Over the course of the crusade, Iona found various ways (many of them very unethical) to taste the blood of her companions, and learned to identify each of them from taste alone.
Iona's birthday is the Pathfinder equivalent of August 27. (and naturally, that is also Saints Row Iona's birthday)
When Iona is bored during a long war council meeting, she will summon a servant to fetch her a mug of cow's blood she will loudly sip to signal her desire to end the meeting. If things continue against her wishes, she will send for a crazy bendy straw to loudly slurp up the last drops of blood from the mug.
Iona is very tall, one of the perks of being a dhampir. She inherited many of the positive traits of a full vampire, including the unearthly conventional beauty and a tall physique. She is a very slutty supermodel with supernatural powers over blood.
Despite having a mountain of kinks, one of Iona's semi-secret turn offs is receiving pain. She is very much not a masochist in bed, and prefers inflicting pain via her fangs or other sex toys her partner consents to using.
One of her favorite ways of flirting with Arueshalae is following a battle, the two of them will walk through the battlefield, over the corpses of their enemies to retrieve Arue's arrows. Arueshalae will pull each arrow out of the bodies of their foes and salaciously hand them to Iona so she can lewdly lick the blood off the blades of the weapons. This display often makes their fellow companions uncomfortable, if not queasy. The two of them often have to quickly retreat to the privacy of the commander's tent in the aftermath, with Iona's chin dripping with gore and Arue's bright red eyes flaring with desire.
I was planning on waiting for the new Starfield update to get out of beta before trying the new features. But the siren call of photo mode enhancements, expressions in particular, lured me in.
