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So, went with the later option on my last post and threw together a moc from some of my Umarak parts real quick. (also sorry about the inconsistent quality/lighting in these pics, it's nigh-impossible to get decent lighting on this guy in this house currently, these were the best I got.)

Anyway, meet Yalmra.

Born in the toxic wastes of his shadowy homeland, Yalmra knew from a young age that physical pursuits would not be his strong suit.

Bandy-legged, with hindered, fused-fingered hands, a hollow body, and continually having to hold his ill-grown form and the toxic, glowing fluid within together with braces, armor, and cloth, Yalmra turned to magic to pursue his desire for power.

His hard work and studious nature paid off: despite his ever-decaying body, he proved to have great prowess in offensive spells, weaving illusions, and alchemy, quickly gaining (and, subsequently, defeating) many enemies.

Keeping a trophy from every fallen foe of note, Yalmra quickly expanded his influence and the territory under his control across a large swath of his homeland, gaining a reputation for his clever mind and fearsome spells, even as his body continued to visibly degrade and the toxicity at his core began to manifest more and more, the green sludge at his center beginning to overgrow and crystallize on certain parts of his body, limiting him more and more as he aged.

Realizing that, even with him adding new armor and supports continuously, he was quickly becoming too physically vulnerable, Yalmra turned his knowledge of alchemy to a most daunting task: creating a golem.

Combining gemstones, different kinds of quartz, metal, gold, and some of his trophies and enemies' remains, Yalmra sought to create a golem that was as beautiful as gems and gold and as strong as his fallen foes. He hoped this being would be the ultimate bodyguard, and would defend him while he continued to use his magic to conquer city after city and repair his ever-ailing form...

Unfortunately, he did not realize that his enemies' spirits still lurked, angry and unable to rest in their unburied remains and possessions, and the golem arose as a mess of asymmetrical limbs, hatred, and wrath.

Inparu attacked their creator, killing Yalmra instantly, spilling his noxious essence onto the floor of his labratory...and despite their endless desire to expand, take in new parts from their victims and attain a body capable of placating the swarm of screaming spirits within, even Inparu knew not to assimilate any part of Yalmra's poisonous form.  

Welp, there ya go. :V

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Some more pics of Inparu, half practicing dynamic poses, and half taking pictures for reference because I plan on adding more parts/redesigning this thing soon.

Just finished disassembling my Umarak the Destroyer completely, so I'm gonna try adding some pieces from that and see if I like it, if not I'll probably just steal his bones and mess around with adding some more bulk/height to Inparu and stuff like that....or I might just say screw it and make a moc of the sorcerer that made Inparu or whatever from my last post. Meh.

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Oh yeah, this is also a thing: http://trineocs.tumblr.com/

I made this sideblog ages ago for posting about/maybe RPing my OCs and I’m slowly working getting it up and running when I can.

I’ll probably end up moving most my OC-based posts and stuff over there eventually. It’s still nowhere near finished but it’s a thing I’ll be doing at some point. :V

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OC Drabble Thing: Coup

HHHHMMMM I should be studying right now but I got kicked in the face with inspiration and I kicked this out in half an hour because I knew I couldn't study if I didn't get this down first.

A little background on this one: I posted about/got an ask about my giant OCs Tairn and Orelus (you can read more about them here: http://trineunbounded.tumblr.com/post/139519602223/orelus-sounds-interesting-can-we-hear-more-about).

Basically what you need to know is that Orelus and Tairn are kings of a race of giants, Orelus is the proper king and Tairn is the military leader.

Tairn is older but didn't get the throne due to being albino, which his species considers to be an omen of death. Orelus gives him orders for conquests and Tairn carries them out, trying to keep casualties to a minimum as Orelus' demands get more and more bloodthirsty and power hungry.

In this drabble, Tairn prepares to confront Orelus and take the throne from him,  and realizes that Orelus, mad with power and bloodlust, would rather die than live under Tairn's rule...

Have a thing. :V

Tairn wondered if he should pray, particularly to his mother.

He had never been a particularly devout man, but couldn't seem to brace himself for what was to come, not properly, at least.

Fratricide was on his mind, a threat he may well have to make a reality in the coming hour: he wondered if he should ask for her permission, in a way.

He couldn't follow through on his brother's word any longer, couldn't stand the killing, the fear, the monsters the world had come to see his people as, worse than ever before...

He had done the best he could to stem the tide of blood his brother had ordered him to send flowing for all these years...but his own hand was stained with all those innocent lives, no matter how few they were compared to what could of been if he weren't in control, no matter how much he had strategized, kept casualties as low as possible...

He couldn't live like this any longer, neither could his people, and neither could his brother, blinded by bloodlust and the madness it brings.

Tairn shuddered, letting the first tear he had shed in years slide down his face, and stood.

He put his armor on, sliding black metal over his ghastly, cursed white flesh, over his scars and blemishes, hiding his torn-up, tear-drenched face behind his helm, hid the shaking of his hands by tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword...

And stepped out of his chambers, nodding to his lieutenants, who fell in step behind him, avoiding the armored king's flowing white cape and the death that hue denoted as he threw the doors to the throneroom open.

Tairn stood still, for a moment, shaken, staring at Orelus, his brother, his sparring partner, his friend, his fellow king, the man that had given him more honor and love and trust than his parents had every shown him...

And knew, KNEW that he would not surrender.

Tairn strode forward, reciting in his head the speech he had prepared for this day, the many responses Orelus may give and how he would counter each, how he would justify this to his people, how he could ever live this down, how he could ever forgive himself-

...Tairn prayed silently, asking his mother, father, and ancestors for forgiveness, knowing what was to come, his sharp, analytical mind realizing there was no escape now.

Forgive me.

"...Orelus, brother: I am here to relieve you of your post. Please, step down."

Please, please forgive me.

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Orelus sounds interesting, can we hear more about him?

*LOUD INTERNAL SCREAMING BECAUSE SOMEONE ASKED ABOUT MY OCS FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT HOLY FRICK* S-Sure, hhhh…

Well, basically he was the second child his parents had, and just like his older brother it took many attempts for them to birth a healthy child, although he ended up a bit runty by giant standards (he’s about 65 feet tall, where the average height for most giants is around 80 feet, and his brother is a terrifying 100 feet tall).

He ended up getting the throne when his parents died because his brother Tairn was born with albinism, which is considered a bad omen by giant superstitions and beliefs. 

Orelus knows he has big shoes to fill, his parents having jumpstarted an empire that took over many of the nations and territories bordering the northern tundra where the kingdom of the giants lies. He even has a lot to live up to from his brother: even though Tairn is a social outcast and isn’t considered a proper successor to the throne he still killed a frost dragon singehandedly, a huge deal considering that frost dragons are giants’ only natural predators in this world.

Orelus feels endlessly intimidated and pressured by his people and brother, and although Tairn follows his orders and runs the military well, Orelus is pretty pushy with him and, unfortunately, falls back on the species-discrimination and the pride his parents held to mitigate his stress and uncertainty.

Orelus is pretty damn cruel with non-giants, and he prefers brutal aggression and force over diplomacy, putting him in conflict with his brother, since Tairn has to basically do all the actual commanding, strategizing, and battling when diplomacy inevitably falls through. Tairn has gotten an even worse reputation than Orelus because of that fact, actually.

Basically, Orelus is a big, angry, stressed-out king who feels incredibly pressured to live up to his bloodline, and he makes some really poor decisions because of it, most of the time.

Also, on a sidenote, if you want to read some stuff about Tairn, I actually made a post about him not to long ago that you can read here:   http://trineunbounded.tumblr.com/post/139450409838/incoheremt-rambling-about-one-my-ocs-and-my

Hhhhh thank you for sending this in anon: I’ve actually been thinking about Tairn and Orelus a lot recently and this helped to get a little of my inspiration on them out of my head hhhhh thank you. 

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do I see ocs in the tags? plz tell about them plz

…someone asked about my OCs? Like someone literally wants to know about my OCs. Like really, seriously, someone asked about my OCs. Honestly I’m kind of floored right now but sure I’ll talk about them hhhhhh…

Hie'gei is an immortal warrior bab that acts like an asshole and leroy-jenkins into everything, but is actually a big precious babbu that is always having a crisis that he’s immortal and everyone he loves around him will fade away and he’ll be stuck there, alive, without them. He’s kind of like if Deadpool and Robin Hood had a kid, personality-wise.

Ezekiel is a precious smol babbu who’s an ex-sniper, he’s retired and works at a desk job, living with his husband Darius. Ezekiel’s only really impulsive when he’s mad or drunk, and Darius usually keeps him in line and his usual shy, precious self. Ezekiel also has a lisp on the letter “r,” so he pronounces Darius’ name “Dawius.” (which is a quirk I may or may not have stolen from a friend’s oc, shoosh)

Orelus is a king ruling over a nation of giants, and he’s impulsive as hell and sucks at diplomacy, leaving his older brother Tairn (who was barred from getting the throne due to a long backstory thing) to clean up Orelus’ diplomatic messes since he commands the giant military. 

They are all nerds, as are the rest of my OCs.