#thatimperialbastard

[forgottenchampions-blog]

Its been a long ass time since I’ve drawn that Imperial Bastard

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{{ Closed with thatimperialbastard }}

It had been a swift and straightforward order on Tullius’ part. Return to the battlefield, retrieve the scroll bearing an important message for Ulfric, and bring it back. Rowan had questioned whether the task would not be more suited to another lesser ranking legionnaire, but the General had insisted his Legate take care of the errand himself, to prevent the occurrence of another “screw up” that shouldn’t have happened in the first place. (The forgetful Legion soldier who’d been charged with the initial retrieval had certainly gotten an earful from their superior, to his vast amusement.)

And so onward Rowan cantered upon his otherworldly steed to the field of fallen and abandoned Stormcloaks, dismounting once the snowy scape of ice and blood came before him. The biting winds of Eastmarch had already blown a good bit of frost over the bodies of the dead, but he could still make out the distinct helms and shields of his immobile foes. A few of his comrades in arms had been slain, as well, but their corpses were not present among the lot, having already been shipped off to their families.

He led Shadowmere along by the reigns as he trudged through the building layers of snow, and that was when he came to notice a figure hunched over in the strewn form of the Stormcloak Officer he was meant to loot. 

“You there, back away!” he ordered over the lightly-howling breeze in a firm and militant command. “I am here on the authority of Legion business. Drop anything you have stolen, and reveal to me your empty hands!”

@thatimperialbastard 

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[ ♛ ] thatimperialbastard >;3

my opinion on;

character in general: Gio is such a goddamn little shit and it never ceases to amuse the ever-loving fuck out of me. Another character that grabbed me instantly, I’m just. Goddammit Gio. Bless the cheesy little bastard. how they play them: I wish there was more of him on my dash, he’s a treasure. I love how far his backstory goes, and how he ties in with Paige’s other characters. None of whom are quite on Gio’s tier when it comes to sheer obnoxiousness, but they’re a really fun bunch. the mun: I always enjoy our OOC chats! Wish we talked more, total sweetheart

do i;

follow them: yesrp with them: 
 When we both have time! want to rp with them:
 Oh yes ship their character with mine: I could see Caesa and Gio getting along really well in almost any capacity. Just don’t tell her that he’s a vampire lol

what is my;

overall opinion: *nods approvingly*

[vvardenfellcat]

The Red Year - Giovanni/J’hasi

The Khajiit brushed off what ash he could from his fur and armor outside before stepping into the Winged Guar. Not that it much mattered, as the floor was dusted over with it no matter how many times it was swept. A curled finger drew down the dull red scarf covering his mouth and nose with a quiet sigh, nodding once towards Hession before heading downstairs for the bar.

“<What can Ra’Tesh get for you, friend?>” J’hasi sat down, slipping his quiver and bow down to the floor, the latter leaning against the bar. He rubbed his face. By the Hist, he was exhausted...

“<Whatever you got for food, whatever’s cheapest for booze.>” Tesh rose a brow, turning to pick through crates and the like before producing a bottle of shein, sliding it onto the bar.

“<This one sees that your fur is dull, and your face thin.>” J’hasi huffed out a humorless laugh, pulling the cork out with a twist, smelling the sweet-tart-bitter of comberry within.

“<Everyone from Vvardenfell looks like that now, Tesh. M’not a special case.>” he muttered. He knew he hadn’t been eating well, but supplies were limited, and it was more important that the refugees got their fill first. He took a drink of the wine, ears flicking back at the roughness of it, a chuckling purr rumbling from Ra’Tesh’s chest as he slid a plate piled with food onto the bar next.

“<Perhaps this one could help fill that handsome face in, hm?>” J’hasi managed a small smile, quickly focusing on the hound meat cooked in some sort of gravy, with steamed ash yams and half a loaf of bread on the side. It was more than he’d eaten in days, and greatly appreciated. Tesh smiled a little, returning to wiping down the bar and leaving the young Khajiit to his meal.

[vvardenfellcat]

☠ or/and ✿

☠ Battle Prowess

“…don’t tangle with them. Ever. Just…run away. Unless you have fire, and lots of it.”

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✿ Appearance

“They’re unsettling. They’re undead, but they don’t look it until the fangs come out, and…gods, when they do look undead? No. I don’t want to talk about them anymore.”

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1

1. (childhood) A great day turns terrible in a matter of moments.

Marsh tried to keep a gentle hold on the squirming lizard in their hands, claws scrabbling over their knuckles while the tail slapped against their belly and legs. They pouted at the reptile while trotting through the patch of slick mud that always lingered near the water’s edge.

“” they hissed at the creature, the brightly-colored dewlap (the reason they wanted to show, it was so colorful) flaring. Marsh-Eyes puffed their cheeks in response.

“” they grumbled. At the sound of water rippling they froze, ears alert, eyes darting to the shore. They turned around to spot Jeer-rah, still and halfway out of the water. Marsh scowled.

“” Jeer-rah’s fans flattened.

“”

“” Jeer scowled.

“” Marsh paused, ears lowering a little.

“” Jeer’s eyes lit up a little at the bright dewlap, puffing their own a little in response before giggling. Marsh looked back towards the village Shadows lived in, the one with the name they couldn’t pronounce. Their tail wiggled.

“” Jeer sighed.

“”

“<’Kay.>” Jeer bumped their forehead against Marsh’s, then they both grinned before the one carrying the grumpy lizard hurried up the slight incline, to the weird white-shelled huts that the village had. Marsh squeezed between a muddy cart wheel and a hut, looking around for the familiar flash of red feathers, or dark red scales. When the hatchling spotted him, they trotted out, tail arched high in the air as they reached their friend with their prize.

“” Marsh chirped, thrusting the squirming lizard out to show. The Argonian looked at the bright green eyes of his friend, down to the grumpy lizard who kept flashing their dewlap. He frowned.

“” Marsh yelped, dropping the reptile for it to land on the ground and skitter away, the hatchling looking panicked at their hands. Shadows smirked.

“” Marsh huffed, annoyed.

“DO that! Sees says I’m not s’posed’ta touch poisonous stuff! I told you ‘bout that b’fore!>” Maybe Jeer was right. The Saxhleel looked at his friend carefully.

“” Marsh fidgeted.

“” Shadows’ eyes narrowed, crest rising, the hatchling fidgeting more, nervous.

“” The Saxhleel didn’t seem convinced, but his crest lowered from the threatening flare, satisfied enough for now. Marsh paused, ears at attention.

“” Shadows frowned.

“” It was getting louder, the hatchling’s tail twitching faster, nervous by their ankles when they could make out both Jel and some…other sounds. They were like broken words, strange. It was when there was a loud bang and a plume of flame that Marsh yelped, hiding behind their friend. Shadows was stuck in place, tail curling before the two jumped at the sound of Shadows’ parents shouting for him.

“<…M-Marsh! Run! Now!>” he snapped, darting towards the sound of his parents. The hatchling followed, tail puffed, alarm and panic making their breath short and tight in their lungs. They could hear screaming now, but could also see Shadows’ parents up ahead, wide-eyed and terrified until they caught the sight of their kid. His mom crouched down and stroked Shadows’ crest, surprised at Marsh’s presence.

“” Shadows looked back towards the area where some Argonians were rushing with weapons at the ready, others running away.

“” Shadows asked, gripping the hem of her shirt. She looked up.

“” Another explosion and Marsh squeaked, startled when a fireball crashed into one of the white huts, alarmed when the structure caught fire. They squirmed, legs twitching.

“” Shadows’ parents looked at each other, then nodded.

“” Another explosion and there was a chorus of screeches and screams, Marsh yelping in surprise and slipping on the damp ground with their muddy feet in their haste to move, Shadows pulling them up with a sharp tug. The four of them started to run, more fireballs starting to sail over the small village. It was when another house exploded that Shadows and Marsh were knocked to the ground, coughing from the smoke. Marsh scrambled up, only to hear Shadows calling for his parents, then it was lost to the screaming.

“” Marsh yelled, starting to get really scared. The screaming was getting louder, the smoke was filling their lungs and making them cough, panic and fear making them dizzy as they spun around, trying to listen for the sound of their friend. But they were alone in the chaos.

“” They were cut off by a pair of rough hands grabbing them, one covering their mouth and the other grabbing by the scruff of their neck. Marsh squirmed, wriggling free enough to bite. They were dropped with a loud cry of pain, allowing them to scramble away to hide under a cart, and see what had grabbed them in the first place.

Their faces were smooth and scaleless, flat, and their ears were like flatter versions of their own, but without feathers. Their skins and feathers on their heads were close to the same colors, mostly greys and blacks. Their eyes were red, red like the blood that stained the hatchling’s teeth and dripped from one of their hands.

Marsh drew back, afraid before others came after them.

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♗

♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection

Alhusayn: Look like you could probably kill him in a fair fight– he’s a sucker for beautiful badasses (bonus points if you’re a fellow Redguard because Baldy is actually pretty homesick for Hammerfell)

Caesa: She’s a commitment-phobic little shit tbh– first sign of a partner wanting to talk about the long-term and she bolts. She’s typically more comfortable entering any sort of relationship with men that have very little interest in marriage in general, and while she likes to pretend otherwise, she’s pretty susceptible to flattery and sweet talk. And being on the receiving end of gifts, of any kind (Gift-giving is actually Caesa’s primary “love-language”– if she ever gives you a present, even a small one, it’s a token of serious affection, and not something she does for just anyone… and if you give her a present, no matter how small or insignificant, she treasures that shit forever)

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Giovanni for the heart thing >:3

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗 (H a n d s o m e fucker)(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗/💔 (They have only just met, but she sees potential there)(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗 (H a n d s o m e fucker, she wouldn’t be opposed)(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗 (Caesa really doesn’t go around looking for that)(hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum