destiny / doom.

private & selective blog for vilya vessar, an original character based in critical role canon.

[tragedy-bled]

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄, 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘/𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌.

private & mutuals only original character for critical role, vilya vessar of the air ashari. cursed by monarch (23, any/all).

a study in: you can't save everyone, especially not yourself. ; oh, drunken gods of slaughter, you know i've always been your favorite daughter. ; grief is a circular staircase and you are so tired of climbing. ; "brave girl" / "people never say that to a lucky person, do they?" ; suffering feels religious if you do it right. ; the weight of legacy/longing/living ; little bird, what do you hear?

dossier. biography. verses. memes.

[tragedy-bled]

if it turns out that my life is all an existential crisis, can i blame the world or just my dna? saw the doctor, got prescriptions, talked to god, he didn't listen. stuck in winter holding out for warmer day; it's not forever, least that's what they say.

and it occurred to vilya very suddenly that one day — perhaps some day soon, though she could only pray that it wasn't too soon — she might be older than elaina, or elaina older than her. one day, someday, one of them would be older than the other in a way that really mattered. one day, someday, one of them would be all alone in a world that had always housed the two of them together. one day, someday, history would repeat itself in the worst way: the champion of ravens and the leader of the air ashari, forever separated by a deal made in desperation. vilya's only hope that on that someday, it was her that went first. because living, because existing, in a realm without her sister there with her was the most unthinkable thing she'd ever heard. besides, how were you supposed to live with only half of a heart?

ft. elaina vessar.

[songandshield]

@whitestone-endures sent from Vilya II ....

"And now, rather than admit these feelings, you're dancing around one another with this mind-numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual."

"Keep your voice down, Vilya." Orym glared back at his old friend as he plucked eggs from his mother's chicken coop. They were alone, more or less. The others of Bell's Hells were enjoying their few days in Zephrah. And all Orym wanted to do was spend time with his mother, doing chores around the house for her.

"Could you take these into the house for Mom? Please?" He handed the basket to her, or rather held it out hoping she would take it and drop the subject. Once she was gone, he'd start up on actually repairing the warped boards of the coop. And he couldn't very well carry on a conversation about his stalled love life if he was hammering away, could he?

He knew the Tempest was a formidable woman. She wouldn't be their leader if she wasn't. But had very few memories of the Champion of Ravens. And Vilya and he had grown up and perhaps grown apart a little in the last handful of years, as Orym set off on his own adventures away, after Will's death. So perhaps Orym simply forgot how stubborn his old friend could be.

[tragedy-bled]

vilya really wanted to throw up her hands and call it quits, but she was nothing if not her mother's stubborn daughter and therefore very much unable to let something go so long as she had the means to keep going. " orym, " the half-elf returned, eyes rolling, " how long have we known each other? literally my entire life? a good almost thirty years, yeah? " she took the basket of eggs from him, but didn't move just yet. alma could wait a few more minutes, vilya was sure. " don't bullshit me. you keep looking at blue boy almost the same way i watched you look at will for years. "

[songandshield]

@whitestone-endures sent to Orym from Vilya II...

"Can't you give me a straight answer anymore?"

"For what, Vi? Why I don't want to go with you? Why I don't want to stay here? I have--" Orym took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders, looking out on the cliffside where she had followed him. News had spread (from his mother or Nell maybe) that Orym was intending on setting off alone. Possibly towards Emon.

"I have to do something on my own. Without..."

Without Will. Without Derrig.

He had never had to do that before. Never.

"Leaving here is just easier. Without anyone else. I'm sorry. I just... have to figure myself out for a while."

[tragedy-bled]

orym wasn't the only one who'd never had to do something without will and derrig there to keep an eye out. sure, it was different for him, will had been his husband, but will had also been her friend. five years her senior, but her friend nonetheless, and the half-elf can't remember a time that she and will hadn't been shadowing derrig footsteps together. what felt like mere days ago, she'd been tossing berries at the side of will's head while he stood watch. and then, before it felt like she had blinked, she was standing over the memorial platform, looking down at names carved into rock. and now, as the ground finally steadied under her feet, vilya felt like she was going into freefall all over again. the revelation that orym was also leaving — from maeve, of all people, not even from orym himself, and by choice — made her feel unsteady on the ground in a way she's never felt before now. " i know, " she murmured, feeling much more like a child than she possibly should at twenty-four. " gods above and beneath, orym, i know. " that didn't make it any better. " can you just promise you'll come back? i might not be here when you do, but i'll do my best to come back, too. "

[flynn-rp-memes]

Send a “❗” to force the truth out of my muse.

No limits. Ask whatever.

[tragedy-bled]

in other news. stares into the distance and thinks about the vilya + vax plot in my brain and puts my head in my hands. i simply think. a world where when vilya makes her deal with the matron, it boots vax out of the astral plane. is so funny. and someone should write it with me.

[tragedy-bled]

velora vessar who spent a majority of her formative years (though, really, what are the formative years of an elf?) in the faewild and got really in to the way the 'natural' world worked in that realm and got attached to the idea of the wildmother so hard that she became a paladin of melora. versus velora vessar who's earliest memories of her siblings are shakey at best and figured that if she ever wanted to see her brother again, maybe she should seek out the matron and ends up accidently striking a warlock pact with the raven queen so that she can maybe see vax.

[necroticmusings]

Sentence starters themed around the concept of MASKS, VEILS, OR ANY OTHER FACIAL COVERING. Change pronouns, phrasing or punctuation as you see fit, but please do not add to this list !

FROM THE UNMASKED

❝ What are you hiding under there? ❞

❝ I know you're smiling / laughing! I can tell! ❞

❝ I am the mask you wear. ❞

❝ Whose is the face in the mask? ❞

❝ Does it get sweaty under there? ❞

❝ That mask doesn't scare me. ❞

❝ Take that mask off! ❞

❝ Why do you wear that? ❞

❝ A mask will never hide the smile in your eyes. ❞

❝ Take off the mask when you speak to me. ❞

FROM THE MASKED

❝ There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. ❞

❝ Why do you want to see my face so badly? ❞

❝ Behind the mask, I am only myself. ❞

❝ Perhaps you've already seen my face. You'll never know. ❞

❝ I am smiling. Can't you tell? ❞

❝ Everybody wears a mask. Even you. ❞

❝ What makes you think I'm hiding anything? ❞

❝ No one cared about me until I put on the mask. ❞

❝ Time to remove this mask. ❞

❝ Are you prepared to see what's underneath? ❞

MASKS AS METAPHOR

❝ If you wear a mask for too long, there will come a time when you can not remove it without removing your face. ❞

❝ A mask is not to disguise who you are but to show who you really are. ❞

❝ Once you drop a mask, you can never wear it again. ❞

❝ Remove the mask. Let me love the darkness you hide underneath. ❞

❝ The human face is, after all, nothing more or less than a mask. ❞

❝ A mask of gold hides all deformities. ❞

❝ Man has only one face, but a thousand masks! ❞

❝ Be careful with the mask. You may get used to it. ❞

❝ We put on masks we believe will be more acceptable to the world than the truth of who we are. ❞

❝ Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind. ❞

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 11

you’ve been such a pain in my ass.

you’re the most fascinating person i’ve ever known.

can you stop needing to be the hero here?

people don’t just disappear. 

we are saying goodbye. just not to each other. we’re saying goodbye to everything else, our old lives.

everything that kept us safe is gone.

i would rather prepare for the worst before the worst happens.

i am basically 100% headache right now.

you’re the only one who ever let me feel normal.

maybe i suck too. i just don’t know how yet.

i’m not choosing anyone. i’m choosing work over play.

doesn’t it feel like everyone wants us to be someone we’re not?

a sleepover? am i invited?

it has to be you. you’re all we’ve got.

you know me. we know each other.

it’s called keeping up with the times, asshole.

but fuck all of you, and i mean that.

people don’t usually follow my lead, if you know what i mean.

there’s nothing wrong with us.

i want your point of view on things.

you’re killing me. you get that, right? that’s what you’re asking me. to die for you.

i’ll follow your rules. that’s all you get.

i’d love to trade witty one-liners with you.

you’re the worst. you know that, right?

today is the first time in my life that feels like the right time.

there is a point to everything. there are answers.

god doesn’t just play games with people for fun.

the sun just keeps coming up every day, and you can’t cry forever. 

you have to have hope, don’t you? because who knows. maybe tomorrow.

you don’t get to decide what matters.

a lot of what’s happening is us being scared, and alone, and bored. so we do scary things to each other, we hurt each other. 

it’s like she wants to turn the whole world upside down.

who’s been there for you more than me?

bullshit. we’re not the same person.

you didn’t pick me. because you didn’t think i belonged.

if i had to pick anyone in the world when things got bad, i’d pick you.

this isn’t about us. this has nothing to do with us.

there is no us. because of everything.

i love you. i know i don’t always show it, but i do. i love you.

the universe does not care about your love life.

i’m not sad. i’m pissed off.

you say too many things you don’t mean.

i’ve thought a lot about dying. i’ve gotten used to that. but i don’t like to be afraid.

sometimes when i’m angry, i want to hurt people.

i’m worried that i’m not real.

all you can do is have an advantage, and this is mine. it’s all i have.

what i did is not the worst crime in the world.

given everything, can’t i get a tiny break?

why? what’s so special about me?

are we going to fight each other over food? that’s fucking crazy.

you can live wherever you want, just not with me.

we should get some food, before it’s all gone.

what if things don’t go back to the way they were?

don’t give me a fucking speech. you have no idea.

i guess i can learn to get along with a few more people.

what’s so hard about being honest with yourself?

it’s been ten days. i’m not the same person i was.

if there are things that need to be done, i want to do them.

there are no sides anymore.

you’re the best decision i’ve ever made.

we’re the same. you have to stick with your own.

i’m scared, and i have to take care of myself.

i live in your shadow, and now you suddenly want to disappear?

you know that you’re the love of my life? and whatever comes after this.

if this is it, this is where i want to be. i mean not here, but with you. you’re where i want to be.

i was a different person before we fell in love.

thank you. for loving me. 

right now, we could use all the love we can get. 

you get scared, and you get mean.

is this how you want to spend the time you have left? always looking over your shoulder?

you’re giving me a headache instead of having my back.

it’s just, sometimes i know what i want, i just don’t know how to say it.

the only feelings that anyone cares about are yours. 

people keep dying around me.

i feel really lucky to have you. you’re my rock.

the end is none of your business.

i like you exactly the way you are.

i’m so sick of feeling different from everyone else.

after “fuck you,” i don’t have much.

i think about you too much.

i don’t think about you.

i’m not scared. i’m just realistic.

it feels like i’ve been starting forever.

no one cares about the best player on the worst team.

i’m tired of losing. i just don’t know what to do.

that’s hopelessly romantic. and this isn’t hopeless.

i haven’t been happy all year. why start now?

i’m sorry i can’t turn off my feelings whenever you want.

seems like everything i do hurts your feelings.

i care about you. i just don’t know how to prove it.

i like who i am in your eyes. i like how you see me.

i’m not sure i like myself in a relationship.

i’m way easier to replace.

when it ends, it’ll hurt.

the right thing is just to be here with you.

death is not beautiful, it’s final.

i keep failing everyone, and i don’t know what to do.

i don’t feel sad. i feel numb.

i ask people if they’re all right too much.

you never needed me. you needed someone.

i made myself sick to make you feel better.

this whole time i thought it was dying, but it’s living what scares you

you’re afraid to commit, and i need constant validation. 

you don’t belong here. not after what you did.

there is no mystery here. nothing to avenge.

i made a wish, and it came true, and i couldn’t take it back.

he was a bad person and a worse father. the world is better off without him.

you never know when to stop, do you?

you do whatever it takes to survive. or you die.

you think i didn’t try everything to get back to my family?

[circleoftrees]

Elaina laughed and ducked to the side in an attempt to dodge the incoming attack. It landed with a solid thump against her shoulder, only just missing her face. She had been prepared for retaliation—had expected it, really—but she was not quite quick enough to avoid it completely.

With her grip still secure on her own pillow, she again swung it around and whacked her sister, this time in the side.

"I was testing your reflexes! My intentions are pure!" she declared, wearing a grin that betrayed her.

[tragedy-bled]

she scoffed, yelping aloud as the pillow twacked into her again. " liar! you just wanted to hit me while i was distracted! " but vilya was laughing regardless, and shoved at her sister's shoulder to get her off the bed. " away with you, you traitor! " she half-yelled between fits of giggles.

[hinodae]

@whitestone-endures liked ✧ 𓂅 for a starter !

"  .  .  .  "  phantom  pains  pause  his  steps  as  hand  rises  to  clutch  at  his  chest.  it  isn't  the  kind  of  pain  that  comes  from  being  physically  harmed  ;  this  felt  different.  familiar.  a  tug  on  a  loose  thread  .  .  .  as  if  the  weaver  was  pulling  on  said  thread  to  find  where  he'd  gone  off  to.  "sorry,"  he  breathes  out,  shaking  off  the  feeling,  a  slight  furrow  to  his  brow.  "  .  .  .  you  were  telling  me  about  the  trouble  you'd  get  into."

[tragedy-bled]

" i really thought uncle percy was going to — " dark eyes flicker to his stuttered steps and the hand that rises to rest over his heart — does he still have a heartbeat?, she wonders but doesn't ask, because asking would mean admitting that she understands that he is dead, and the matron's dead are not allowed to return so easily. vilya could practically see the moment her father did his best to resist the pull of his goddess, and her head tilts ever so slightly to the side. " you have to go, don't you? " she asks, even though she's fairly sure she already knows his answer. " it's okay, dad. you can go if you have to. i know i can't keep you here forever. "

[tragedy-bled]

revenant!vilya is slightly insane. i think someone going back on her deal with the matron and resurrecting her quite literally fractures something in her mind. actions have consequences and this is the consequence of that action.

[tragedy-bled]

@drogars cast message: ❝ we didn’t die today. tomorrow, perhaps. but not today. ❞

vilya takes a moment to blow bangs from her face, tilting her head back to peer up at her giant companion with a practically deadpan look on her face. with a blatantly sarcastic tilt to her tone, she responds as she turns away and begins to collect her arrows from their fallen foes. " oh, joy. the horrors persist into the light of day. " she's really all that annoyed by it, by the idea of maybe dying tomorrow if they manage to survive the night. it's the sort of life she knew that she signed up for when he left home to go adventuring — her entire extended family had made sure of that, had made sure that she wasn't just chasing some half-feeble notion to follow in their footsteps (and maybe some part of her was trying to live up to a legacy she couldn't even begin to fully comprehend, but a much larger part of her knew that she just needed to get out). " but, good job to us for not dying, i guess. i'd much rather not have to speak with the goddess of death if i can help it, truly. "

[tragedy-bled]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 & 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄

bold what always applies. italize what sometimes applies. crossout what never applies.

ᴇʏᴇꜱ. avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when agitated, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes constantly move during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.

ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ. clasps behind back, rest in lap, fidgets with clothes, twiddles thumbs, chews at nails, pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table/counter surfaces, makes animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize, utilizes sign language, speaks only through sign, callouses, scars, smooth, wrinkled, worn, soft, delicate, bone-y, slender, thick, vein-y, touches others while speaking, reaches out while laughing, reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort, places face in hands when exasperated, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed, rests chin in hands, taps fingers when impatient, taps fingers when nervous, taps fingers while thinking, scratches scalp,  strokes chin, rubs back of head, toys with objects around them, runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. chews lip, chews at inside of cheek, licks lips, bites tongue, chews on straws,  resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout, grinds teeth, flexes jaw, covers mouth when laughing, covers mouth when shocked, covers mouth when concerned, hands to lips while thinking, covers mouth when chewing, chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open, smirks, grins, subtle smiles, wide smiles, sad smiles,  intimidating smiles, menacing grins, openly smiles, tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry, lips quiver when emotional, stutters, speaks quickly, speaks slowly, good pronunciation, poor pronunciation, moderate pronunciation, purses lips, sucks in lips, holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

ʟᴇɢꜱ. bounces leg when nervous, draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort, sits on knees, sits with legs criss-crossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs, crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other, places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture, sits on counters, sits on desks, sits on tables, sits on edge of seat, sits hunched over with forearms on knees, arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs/couches, feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated,  wiggles toes when nervous,  wiggles toes as a general tick, shuffles feet, kicks foot into ground, stomps feet, loud footsteps, quiet footsteps, silent footsteps.

ʜᴀɪʀ. runs fingers through hair, tugs at hair, picks at scalp, chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous, prefers hair out of face, prefers long hair, prefers short hair, wears hair back, keeps hair down, smooths back hair, plays with other’s hair while talking, plays with own hair while talking, strokes hair to comfort others, likes having hair stroked for their own comfort, braids others’ hair while talking, braids own hair while talking, flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face.

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[tragedy-bled]

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙵 ?

patron saint of martyrs

the patron saint of those who died to be like you. maybe you died to be like them too: but at the end of it, you weren't like them. patron saint of tragedy. saint of saints. it's you who holds the hands of the holy dead, and you who has to answer: what do they do if they regretted it?

tagged by stolen from @storiesbreathed !

tagging @criticalstories, @circleoftrees, @freewillds, @mantaspotrayals, @melpcmene, anyone else who wants to !

[edenmemes]

baldur's gate 3 starters (part 1)

part 1 / ? .

❝ a less trusting person might think this all sounds very suspicious. ❞ ❝ you say all the right words, but i’m not sure you mean the right things. ❞ ❝ i know somewhere quiet. somewhere intimate. somewhere we can…indulge in each other. ❞ ❝ eugh, don’t be nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back. ❞ ❝ we needn’t be enemies. there’s plenty of those to go around already. ❞ ❝ there’s a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds. ❞ ❝ even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will. ❞ ❝ i appreciate anyone that opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm. ❞ ❝ oh, you know me - ever the optimist. i’m trying to focus on the positives. ❞ ❝ i’m not easily impressed by people, but you’re stronger than i gave you credit for. ❞ ❝ there’s an air about you. something alien. ❞ ❝ loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, won’t you? ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that. ❞ ❝ there’s something odd about this village. people skulk around like they’ve something to hide. ❞ ❝ you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. ❞ ❝ i want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see. ❞ ❝ what’s better than a devil you don’t know? a devil you do. ❞ ❝ you must know that you’re…that you’re very special to me. ❞ ❝ the gods are nothing if not vindictive in their vengeance. ❞ ❝ stay with me a while, will you? day will come all too soon. ❞ ❝ here’s my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. ❞ ❝ i am terrified. i will not claim otherwise. ❞ ❝ my apologies. i’m not quite myself yet. i had the strangest dream last night. ❞ ❝ we didn’t die today. tomorrow, perhaps. but not today. ❞ ❝ leader’s need to make tough decisions. we do what we must. ❞ ❝ i think that unknowable powers come with unknowable consequences. ❞ ❝ i’ve had a lifetime’s fill of watching little men puff themselves up with grand titles. ❞ ❝ in these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands. ❞ ❝ it’s not easy to turn away from one you once loved. ❞ ❝ much has been promised to you, hasn’t it? but what has been taken from you? ❞ ❝ damn it all. i can do nothing right - not a damn thing. ❞ ❝ every instinct i have tells me that nothing’s changed. that i’m still just a means to an end. ❞ ❝ do not speak of a story you only know the half of. ❞ ❝ i dreamt every night that you’d come back to me. that somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ your eyes. there is pain, endless and deep. but also devotion - blazing like the sun. ❞ ❝ you’re adorable even when you’re teasing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help, and i don’t need your pity. ❞ ❝ i’m more than what i was. and i’m not afraid of anything any more. ❞ ❝ i said exactly what i meant: i love you. you should never, never doubt that. ❞ ❝ this is all like some sort of terrible dream. but it’s real, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ there is no redemption. can’t you see? it is too late. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that it was brave. i just know that it was right. ❞ ❝ you took those bastards down like it was nothing. it…was amazing. ❞ ❝ they underestimated me. so they paid the price. ❞ ❝ we fight, we die, and we just hope that when our time comes, there is someone else to take our place. ❞ ❝ unfortunately for me, you’re my friend. rescuing you from mortal peril is my right. ❞ ❝ what did you think i was going to say? 'oh, come here, i'll kiss you better'? ❞ ❝ flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. ❞ ❝ i’ve been lied to, my whole life. and i was gullible enough to just believe it. ❞ ❝ you know, i never pictured myself as a hero. never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. and now that i'm here…i hate it. ❞ ❝ you know, i feel a connection between us. like we're two souls walking the same path. ❞ ❝ the forgiving sort, are you? you should be careful. plenty would take advantage of that. ❞

❝ it’s as if god made you just to ruin me. ❞ ❝ perish the thought. every word i said was nothing less than true. ❞ ❝ you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it. ❞ ❝ i got my eye on you. you got the look of a troublemaker. ❞ ❝ i’m starting to think you’re my guardian angel. ❞ ❝ it seems you know me better than i know myself. ❞ ❝ you…you have no idea what you’ve done. ❞ ❝ they say madness and genius are separated by but a hair’s breadth. perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity. ❞ ❝ oh, it’s you. don’t you get tired of telling people how to live their lives? ❞ ❝ good morning! thank you for not killing me the other night. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ it is good to savour the moment of victory - but pace bg3 syourself. our fight is just beginning. ❞ ❝ i was too hasty to judge you. i thought you were witless, gutless, unimpressivably bland… ❞ ❝ yours is the first happy face i’ve seen in a good while. ❞ ❝ when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair – that’s when you’ll come knocking on my door. ❞ ❝ thank you, my friend. maybe we’ll meet again, in another life. ❞ ❝ you’ll regret sticking your nose in my business. ❞

[tragedy-bled]

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘-𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 ——— a private & mutuals only original character based in critical role. tortured by monarch (22, any/all).