#seothes

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Olennya, the counterpart to Tonka in Seothes. Shes lived her whole life underground and now she’s run away from home and is seeking a new life on the surface. She’s unsure and feels very unskilled and unprepared, but she hopes to find her place above.

Cut for species lore and stuff:

So Olennya is Luyvonei (Loo-ee-von-yay) or Vonei (Von-yay). They’re a species that live in vast mines and build and invent. For a few ages, they very rarely leave the mines and are often never seen by other species except for on rare occasions. They’re basically cryptids for a long, long time.

They’re known for tinkering and being very hardy (in a later age they’re responsible for inventing plumbing and sell installations.) Since they also mine very successfully, they’re monetarily the richest species by far (though gold is useless to them and they view gems as tools rather than pretty things).

They’re feral and rough. They’re natural fighters and while they’s not quick to anger and violence (unlike other species) they’re not easy fights despite their small stature. Even their courting habits can be construed as a bit ‘barbaric’ and brutal (wrestling and biting and general ‘foreplay’ with competitions and viscous verbal barbs). Because of this ferality, they sometimes put off the other species, but overall they’re harmless and polite.

Olennya specifically struggles with this culture because she doesn’t feel right. It’s too harsh for her and she feels like a fish out of water. She’s put off by everyone’s aggression and often misinterprets people’s intentions because of it. She doesn’t navigate the difficult social cues of what threats to make to be polite and when to show obedience and submission. It’s too complicated.

She ends up getting set up with a bachelor with a similar problem, but she doesn’t like him. She gets a bad feeling from him and no one else seems keen on hearing her out, so she leaves. No one leaves the mines and she has no idea what she’s doing or what danger’s she’s going to face, but she can’t risk staying home anymore.

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New oc Tonka! He’s a construct/golem who’s been alone for so long he doesn’t remember his creator, name, or purpose. He enjoys fighting the local monsters and decorating his home.

He’s a bit of a loose cannon, but it mainly stems from being seemingly impervious to permanent damage.

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Did a mental health doodle yesterday and work and when I got home I had to turn it into a full on illustration, lol.

Wallace is afraid of the dark.

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Creed as a rat. No matter what form he takes, he’s a slimeball. 

Inspired by @bajingoarts’ upcoming webcomic.

Ramblings under the cut:

Creed can shapeshift but rarely shows off the skill to avoid pissing off his ‘rival’ Sladir. (Polymorph is a very difficcult and dangerous skill in his homeworld and takes decades of studying biology of a single animal and continued studies in order to maintain the spell consistency. Creed can just Do it.) Their rivalry goes back a couple centuries and Creed has never taken it seriously, but tries to at least kind of keep the peace.

Being an eldritch entity has its perks and one of them is leaving home, doing something completely unbelievable and coming back with completely 100% true stories no one will ever believe.  Gaslighting about his life is his favorite hobby.

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Another update for Trugr. Genuinely hapy with how he’s coming along and I can’t wait to add the final details when i get home. :3c

More info below the cut:

He was abandoned as a child and brought into slavery because of it. He fought his way into higher and higher positions until he earned himself freedom of his bonds and became a warrior. He proved himself time and again until he became decorated in battle, undefeated, which is almost unheard of in Volsk culture.

His ruthlessness in battle became legendary and there’s quite a few stories about him, none of which he cares to elaborate on.

He’d rather drink ale and mead and fall asleep in his drunken stupor after a long day’s work than spin a tale for random people he doesn’t care anything for. He’s a man of few words and fewer boasts. Everything he says is presented as plainly as possible and it’s earned him even a few more legends about thrashing random passerbys for seeimingly little slights.

Since Volsk is a misandrist country, he’s one of the few men who’s earned enough respect to be considered equal to his female peers. He stays quiet in meetings, seemingly respectful of his betters, and offers advice only when asked or when absolutely necessary. That being said, it doesn’t mean that the nobles particularly like sharing a table head with a slave man turned war hero.

His hands are rated E for everyone and he’s not afraid to stand up to his female peers and cow them and they don’t like him because he stands down to no one.

He’s received countless marriage offers and he’s refused them all. He’s not interested in being breeding stock for a woman who wants warrior children.

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Made this fat man for myself and I’m in love. I absolutely fucking adore him.

He’s based off an old concept of a hardened and emotionally unavailable warrior who has dreams of a loving wife and their family. He sees himself being vulnerable and gentle and by god he wants that, but he can’t remember her name or her face. Just how she makes him feel.

And then he sees her. On a raid. He knows it’s her, he can feel it. (Knowing his species he probably recognizes her through scent. They got strong noses).

It’s nearly a split second decision to either turn on his country and his people, or abandon her to her fate.

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Updated for my boy’s colors. His name is Trugr (Troo-gur, first R rolls). He also answers to Trunk by those who’ve earned the honor.

He’s slow to speak, quick to act, and faster to ask for a pint or two to wind down after a long day’s work. He lives by a strict honor system that he holds his men to as well. Ehves help you if he catches you slacking.

One of the few men of the Volsk people who have earned pseudo freedom from the matriarchy’s harsh limitations, he’s free to do as he will simply out of fear. He’s never lost a battle or a fight. Not once. Not even when he was drunk.

Some claim he’s a Wolf, but those who’ve seen his berserker skin know it’s not so simple. He’s less a wolf and more of a bear and the moon seems to have no sway over him.

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New oc. His name is creed and he's not to be trusted. Sort of a monkeys paw mage, he's most likely gonna make you regret ever asking him for help in the first place. Especially if you bother him while hes eating, napping, or otherwise minding his own business.

Not entirely bad, he has a soft spot for people in genuine need, but they rarely seek him out and no, hes not bitter about it.