#wilde millard

[theforestdwellersrp]

Enough with the Snowangel drama (jkjk, I love it)–is there anything good (like positive good) happening? What's the others up to?

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Zephyr used dark magic to open a hole to another realm, and out of it popped a little man, a homunculus, made out of sticky black goop. He used fire to fuse him and gifted him to Wilde, who has affectionately named him Grog. Grog sits in Wilde's shirt pocket and will accompany him on many adventures from now on.

Lenora and Eldrin took photos together at the ball, and Lenora plans to use the prints as a bookmark 🥺 we think they totally fancy each other...

Ophelia kissed Arceus on the cheek and they were both cute blushing messes ☺

Alek stumbled across Clover in a meadow whilst searching desperately for a pink hyacinth for his daughter (it was his late wife's favourite flower). Clover helped by using her abilities to grow a patch for him, which he then took home to Evie. We hope Clover and Alek meet again soon💛

Calypso and Uziel seem to have made amends, admitting to each other that they perhaps got off on the wrong foot... or fin.

So yeah, it's not all bad. Although I'm sure SnowAngel will be right as rain in no time 😏

[theforestdwellersrp]

How's the ball going?

It's been a quiet day! Wilde and Zephyr are playing with dark magic in a hidden corner of the Manor, Ada has lost Edvin and Elodie so is mad, tried to leave but quite literally crashed into Darian on the way out. Bailin and Agatha are going to find a library to see if they can't figure out a little more about Agatha's mysterious Elven father (any guesses you guys?) And Lenora and Eldrin are gonna take cute photos together as a keepsake for the night 🥺

- Soph 🐝

[theforestdwellersrp]

My boys' outfits for the ball 👑 (courtesy of Soph) Thank God it's a masked ball. With Wilde hiding from the law and Karou having been missing from the castle for a while now, these masks are definitely going to come in handy. They couldn't pass up on an event like this...

[theforestdwellersrp]

I found this account while scrolling through the fantasy tags and saw y'all had a QnA sort of thing? Hope you don't kind this question:

While your roleplay is set in a fantasy world/setting, what do you think your characters would be doing in a modern setting? You can reply in or out of character btw!

I also hope you're all having fun and whatnot.

(Part 1)

I heard that in the modern world if you commit a crime you gotta' go to a courthouse for a bunch of trials and shit. That sounds like hell. At least here they just throw me in a cell for a few days...

Well obviously running a book store. If not that then maybe making fabrics into cloths. Are we done?

I’d probably be trying to get my music heard by a larger audience. Maybe teach a few students if I wanted to.

I’d sell.... medicinal herbs? Totally not weed. Owning my own little hippy-esque shop would be so cool.

Well, I’ve been told I’m a good therapist, and sex therapy is a thing, so most likely that. Or possibly a bounty Hunter, that just sounds fun.

[theforestdwellersrp]

A little picrew of my boy Wilde 🍂

Soph🐝

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✨ Daily Headcanon ✨

(Sorry I didn't post this yesterday, I was unwell😔)

"Wilde is covered in scars from too many underground fighting rings, but he totally thinks they make him look tough and doesn't even mind them. He also has slightly crooked ears."

[theforestdwellersrp]

Wilde Millard 🍂

tw: non-descriptive/vague mention of (voluntary) prostitution.

‘Wilde was born to an Elven father and human mother, having grown up in the village of Eimdale which, all those years ago, was even more rundown than it is now. Growing up Wilde witnessed a lot of tension between his parents. His mother would do what she needed to survive, to put food on the table, and his father was too caught up in a web of self-pity to do anything to help. As far as he was concerned he was an elf and he deserved better. His desire for a different life lead to his upheaval, Wilde and his mother left to fend for themselves.

Wilde was just a small boy at the time and so he didn’t understand what it meant when there was a different man in his house every few days, didn’t know to object when his mother shooed him into another room to go play. The older he became the more he understood and he despised his father for having left. This was the life he had left his mother with, and for what? The chance at a better one for himself? Wilde was indescribably angry. He didn’t want this life for his mother, she deserved so much better. It was because of this that he began to turn to his own… methods of income. He encouraged the exchanging hands of several hallucinogenic herbs and potions, stole when stealing was necessary, and fought in underground cages whilst men cheered and clanged their tankards against the bars.

His mother never thought to question where he had gotten the money; she was just so grateful that he did. Seeing her turn her life around made Wilde too happy to even think about stopping. His way of life became habitual, even after his mother was comfortable. He didn’t know how to stop. Spending so many nights behind bars (involuntarily, most of the time) began to take its toll. He became tired of running but he was in too deep. Now he spends his days on edge, waiting for the guardsmen to take him away on the grounds on unspent crimes. He’s exhausted, and wishes for freedom.’

Wilde is played by Soph!🐝