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A brief moment of quietness by nicointhebus (nicolas monnot) Having a quiet moment at Lago Antorno is a real challenge, and one should both insists and gets luck to have one... as I did, after many attempts (Italy, Dolomites, 2021) You can follow me as well on Instagram and 500px https://flic.kr/p/2o6hBNh
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Max' Journey - End times (Part 2)
Although both men didn't get too much sleep last night, Max felt way more fit and energetic than Antorn. His new cyborg body gave him a near limitless supply of energy. It was a bit hard for him to concentrate on the discussion, since his cock was still half-stiff and leaking precum into his metal "underwear" armor, but the worst waves of hornyness had passed. Now, that he was in fighting shape, the three scientists and him discussed their strategy.
Luckily, the complete lack of fighting spirit that led to the alien's problem free conquest of the earth also meant they wouldn't be expecting any resistance. However, from the moment on that Max attacked, he would need to move fast, to reach the alien leader before they could assemble a force capable of stopping him. If that happened, not only would the only hope of humanity have failed, but also the small cell of free humans Max was currently hidden with would be detected before long.
So, the plan they came up with was that Max moved quickly and ruthlessly through the aliens he encountered before he met their leader. He would kill him while recording the whole scene with his internal cameras and Edan and the other two scientists would use that recording to create the myth of Max being an absolutely unstoppable force, capable of wiping out every living alien on the planet. That way, hopefully, the aliens would release humanity and flee.
It was a bluff, but it was their only chance. Even though Max felt like he could take on the world, objectively he knew he couldn't fight every alien on the planet. So, they had to make them think he could, painting Max even bigger than he already was.
The central command complex was nearby. It was one of the spherical ships that one day just appeared out of thin air on the planet’s surface. Pitifully little was known about the aliens themselves. They hid their faces and bodies in exosuits with a singular headlight on their foreheads. From what information they had gathered, the suits were suitable for protection against harsh environments, leading to speculations about the aliens home world having a different atmosphere.
That however did nothing to explain why there were so many aliens here or where they came from in the first place. The spherical ships they appeared in did not appear to be capable of space travel at all, which meant that the aliens used some kind of teleportation technology.
It was a risky endeavor, even more so as they knew so little about the enemy. But being the only choice, they had, it was easy to make.
So, with the first light of the next day, they travelled to the central command ship in a sleek floating vehicle. Max could see some enslaved humans with alien overseers on their way, but nobody paid too much attention to their vehicle. They landed only a few hundred meters away from the big sphere of the central command ship. It was made out of a similar material as the buildings and the vehicle Max was sitting in. The entrance, however, was open and a ramp was leading up into the ship. Left and right of the ramp, there were guarding aliens, equipped with some kind of rifle each.
This was it. When he stepped out of their vehicle, Max would immediately need to start running and fighting, only stopping when he had killed their leader. Even though his cyborg body was big and impressive, Max felt his knees get weak.
"Are you ready?" asked Sirah.
"As I'll ever be", said Max.
"Good luck", said Edan. "And don't forget to start the recording."
Max nodded and did so immediately. Then, without losing any more time, he opened the door and began to sprint towards the ramp. He saw both guards turn around to face him, but none of them fired at him yet. Instead, they aimed their weapons straight at his chest, probably too surprised by his sudden appearance to act immediately.
He reached the ramp and started to run up it. Now, one of the aliens hit the trigger and a bolt of energy hit Max' energy shield with a fizzing sound. He didn't even stop but instead jumped a gigantic leap powered by his leg servos, tackling away the first alien and grabbing his weapon in the process. In the same movement, he turned around and shot an energy bolt at the other one, who had not been so lucky to have an energy shield.
The alien screamed and fell down the ramp, hurt or killed. Max didn't care and sprinted towards the entrance of the ship now, astonished by his own speed and agility. He was moving faster than anything he had seen before. The ramp itself was wide enough for three people side-by-side to walk up comfortably, but he easily cleared it in a single jump.
Now inside the ship, he found himself in a maze of corridors and rooms. Most of the ones he encountered first were empty and only a few aliens stood guard here and there. Max had no trouble overwhelming them, but he knew well that time was working against him. By now, there would surely be an alarm already, and a larger force would be forming to stop the intruder. It was crucial that he reached the alien leader before they found him, but he had no idea where to go. The ship was huge! He needed some means of orientation.
He noticed several doors leading into small rooms and decided to check if there was something interesting behind them. One room contained only a computer terminal with a strange symbol on it, another was completely empty. In the third room, however, he found what he was looking for: A large map showing the whole ship. He only took a quick look at it and trusted in his remnant cave man instincts to find the best path to the command bridge.
As he came nearer, the number of aliens on his way increased and they became more organized. He still was able to take out the small groups of them without getting hurt, but it cost him more time. Finally, he found himself against a whole dozen of the exosuit-clad people in front of a large reinforced door. This must be where he needed to go.
He charged through them, firing energy bolts left and right. Two of them went down quickly, but two others blocked his way. The next moment, Max realized he wouldn't be able to reach the door without going past them. Like in Waterloo, he threw his rifle at one of them with full force and switched to hand-to-hand combat. His shield emitters burnt hot on his chest, as the energy shield absorbed more and more shots directed at him. He needed more! His insides came alive with blasting heat again, as the nanobots inside his body mobilized every bit of energy available to him, possibly even burning parts of his own body for it. With a fizzing sound, his shield emitter broke down, a thin bit of smoke coming from it. The next energy bolt would hit him instead!
Max ducked under the arm of one of his opponents, grabbed him by the neck and headbutted him with all his might. The alien's helmet dented he fell to the ground, but Max was already in front of the next opponent. As he broke his neck, Max felt a hot bit of pain on his left arm, as an energy bolt had melted a piece of his body armor. The molten metal burnt into his flesh, but Max couldn't stop now. He took the body of the alien he just killed and threw it towards the one that just shot at him. It smashed into the enemy's chest plate, breaking it and sending the alien flying back. Max followed him up and landed a knee strike on his groin. The alien flew backwards and crashed into a wall, leaving a dent in it.
A few more brutal seconds later, there were no more aliens around him that posed any danger. Some were still alive and groaning, crawling away, but Max didn't have time to deal with them. Instead, he gathered all his strength and, by overloading his leg augmentations, launched himself against the reinforced door.
It didn't break open and hurt like hell, but its hinges gave out and the door swung half-open. Max kicked it fully open and rushed inside, ready to face whatever awaited him.
He expected a whole lot of aliens inside this room but was surprised to find it almost completely empty. In the middle of the large room, there was a desk and behind that desk, there was one single alien in his exosuit looking at Max. Since he couldn't see the alien's face, Max wasn't sure if the alien was surprised or even fearful. It didn't matter. This whole thing would soon be over.
As Max stepped closer, unstoppable like a freight train, the alien raised a hand. He was not armed, Max noticed.
"Wait!" said the alien. "Don't kill me."
The voice sounded afraid and spoke the language perfectly.
"I will remove my helmet, I just want to talk." said the voice. Was this some kind of trick to stall him? But there were no sounds of more forces from behind, so Max stopped in front of the desk, carefully watching for any weapons. However, the alien just continued as announced and removed the helmet with a hissing sound. Max was surprised to see the entirely human face of a tired looking woman beneath it. She looked older than Max' mother and her eyes looked sad and tired.
"You are very fast", she said. "I never saw anyone move that quickly before."
"Who are you?", asked Max.
"My name is Galya Fell. I am the leader of the exodus expedition."
"Exodus?"
"Yes. We are here to save humanity from extinction. If you let me, I will explain everything to you. You have any right to kill me afterwards, I guess. You have nothing to fear. I told my men to stand down already."
Max nodded. He didn't know what else to do. He was confused by this turn of events but his experiences navigating the 1920s society told him, that there was a whole new layer of complexity to unfold. "Make it quick!" commanded Max and kept vigilant.
Galya gulped and started speaking.
"We are humans, just as you, and we come from earth as well, just a... another earth. From a parallel reality where things went a bit differently. You see, humanity is on the brink of extinction there. Our continuous exploitation of natural resources and unstopped natural disasters caused by uncontrollable atmospheric heating made most of the planet uninhabitable over the last centuries. Wars broke out over the last resources and inhabitable lands, and now, all that is left are a few hundred thousand people. Luckily, our scientists came up with a solution. They discovered a technology that would allow us to travel to other realities. We were hoping of finding an uninhabited version of earth to settle down there. But every single version we scouted had humans on them and our time was running out. So, in order to survive, we found that we had no other choice but to invade one of our neighbor worlds. Naturally, we chose the most peaceful one. That was this world. "
Galya looked defeated. "I had my doubts in the beginning, but when the continued existence of our human civilization is at stake, a lot of difficult decisions begin to become really easy. At the end, we could live on by coming here, but we had no right to do the things we did. I see that now. So, today is the day that I knew was coming since four years ago, the day the consequences of our actions are catching up to us. I... we are at your mercy here. You cannot escape fate, so much is clear to me now."
Max felt sickened by what he heard. The actions of those other humans were despicable to the bone, that was clear. But they saw no other way to survive than to take away someone else's home and life. And yet, he still felt guilty about killing these people who had done nothing wrong themselves. He wanted to ask Galya how she could have allowed herself to commit such atrocities, but he also understood why she did it on the same time. It must have been hard for her to make that decision and knowing that she would probably die anyway made it easier to give up on her own morals.
"I'm sorry", said Max simply.
He was stunned silent for a good minute before asking: "Is everyone thinking like you do? Will they stand down and let themselves be brought to justice like you?"
"No." answered Galya sadly. "Most of them are desperate for survival and will do everything. If you kill me now, there might be a chance they flee to another world, but I don't think there is anything to gain by reasoning with them."
This wasn't fair! Why did Max have to decide for a whole world of people here and now? This wasn't even his time! Perhaps he could reach the scientists that brought him here, but they, too didn't appear to be the right people for making such a decision. They weren't big on morals, they were only good at problem solving.
Or perhaps...
Suddenly, Max got an idea.
"I think, there might be another way of resolving that. We need to bring in some friends of me."
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"I suppose it *is* possible" said Sirah, skeptically. "But why do we need to involve ourselves in this mess?"
"Because if we don't," explained Max, "There will be more bloodshed. The invaders from the other world won't step down as easily as Galya did and you guys don't fight."
"Well, even if we do, it is dangerous for the fabric of reality itself. Or perhaps it isn't. We could not find out and there is literally no practical research." Edan stated.
"But only for *their* reality", said Antorn, who was already convinced. "I think that is a fair punishment for what they did to us. Besides, I'm fairly confident it won't be so bad. Max here has left his footsteps in history, and it didn't change much as far as we know. Perhaps it won't even work, but I don't think there is harm in trying."
"So, you are suggesting that we use your time travel technology to prevent us from ruining our planet centuries ago? Won't that lead to paradoxes?"
Sirah shook her head violently and rolled her eyes. "No, since you're not in the same frame of reference. It's a clever combination of our technologies, really. You go back to your reality, travel back in time and make stuff right. Of course, you are locked to your original timeline by the matrices, so if you were to return to your relative present, it would not have changed anything. That doesn't hold true for the rest of your people, though, since they are not in the same reality that you are altering. If they switch back after you have departed, they should arrive in the new version created by your actions."
Max' head was swimming, but apparently Sirah had already seen through the concept. She was really exceptionally bright.
"That... might work" said Galya slowly. "If we can promise them the return to a healed home world, everyone would be glad to leave you alone. Let's do this."
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It took some months to create another time travel device and calibrate it to key events in the other realities history. As Galya promised, the solution appeared like the best option to all exodus people, and they stood down after a touching speech from Galya.
Max was celebrated as a hero during all that time and experienced the wonders of the future and all the comforts and amenities an advanced society could give him. During all that time he still had his hyper-masculine cyborg body and put it to good use.
However, the day after Galya, and shortly after, her people left this world, the three scientists who welcomed him to this time spoke to Max again.
"Well, the time to say goodbye comes closer." Said Edan in his usual complicated pattern of speech.
"You may of course stay here with us, but I think after all these adventures, you want to return to your own time and body once and for all." Said Sirah, smilingly. "I have built another time travel device, with just a single use. No more time travel after that - it makes things way too complicated."
"And we have come to the conclusion that this course of history is next to ideal", Edan added. "Changing something in our history could have unwanted results. "
"So, are you ready to go home", asked Antorn warmly.
Max was silent for a moment. Of course, he had thought a lot about going home in the previous months. But...
"Can I... go somewhere else instead?", Max asked, slowly.
"Ohh, I so knew it!" cheered Antorn.
"In short, yes." stated Sirah. "However, this will be a one-way-trip. Wherever you decide to go, you are going to be stuck there. If you want to return to your Viking lover, you can do so, but that's it. No more wonders of technology for you, no more Sweden or Canada or whatever."
"Actually, that's not entirely true.", Antorn said, now with a serious face again. "Do you remember, what I said about administering body-enhancing nanobots to someone and the difficult ethical situation around it?"
Max nodded.
"Well, part of it, the important part really, is, that the bots won't let you age properly. They always restore the cells back to a youthful state. Of course, at some point, the bots cease to function and can't keep up anymore, but... that takes some time."
"How long?"
"Well, that's a bit difficult to predict, since it hasn't happened yet since the invention of that stuff. But I guess... One, maximum two thousand years?"
Max looked at him stunned. "I'm not going to die for two thousand years?"
"Not from old age at least. I mean, you probably can you know, but you won't age for that time."
"Oh okay." Max said. He didn't expect that.
"My point being: With a bit of patience, you can go to Thjodolf’s time and still live to see your own time again. It might be a rather long stay, though." Antorn ended.
All three of them looked at Max expectantly. He took a moment and then made a decision.
"Alright. I need two favors of you.", he said.
It only took Sirah another day to reconfigure her matrices to Max' new destination and to tell the algorithm his request.
"You know guys", Max said, as he stood in front of the sleek device, "I'm going to miss you. I mean, you completely changed my life, but, in the end, I'm very happy about it. Perhaps it was fate that we met", he said with a wink.
"Oooh, that's a good name for the time travel algorithm. Fate. I like it.", mumbled Sirah absentmindedly.
"Now, remember. No big changes." Edan had a stern face. "I trust in your judgement here!".
Max nodded and grabbed the small metal vial from the table. "I promise. Well. I guess, this is farewell."
He pressed the single green button on the device and another portal appeared in the room, stable and swirling slowly. Max turned around again and waved goodbye, which was mirrored by the three scientists. Then, he took a deep breath and stepped into the portal.
Max arrived in the Viking age exactly one second after his previous self had stepped through the portal. He didn't use any time. His first request had been to keep his cyborg for a few minutes after he arrived. These minutes were more than enough to drive away the 'evil ones', the raiders attacking Thjodolf's village, for good. He made such an entrance that nobody ever dared to lay hand on these lands ever again.
His body was already changing back into that of the Viking warrior he left as, as he ran towards his lover. He couldn't believe his eyes, as Max had already returned, merely a second after he had gone. Still, it felt like so much time has passed between those two moments that Thjodolf was just happy to see him again.
Max stayed in the Viking village and with his lover forever. Well, forever is an awfully big word, but here, it might be nearer to the truth than at other times. Max had brought one more dose of the body-enhancing nanobots and, after explaining everything to Thjodolf, they decided to stay together for a really long, long time. Max was just so happy. After all his journey, he had finally found his fate.
I'm so happy for Thjodolf and Max! If you're with someone you love, every moment can feel like a thousand years of bliss.
If you want to read the whole story from the beginning, go here. The first part of the finale can be found here.
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Names generated from Swedish forenames, forced to end with "S"
Adampus Adamus Adrasmilis Adris Agabris Albines Albingris Alfrannes Alfras Aliamuelis Alias Alicolinus Alielines Alincellis Alines Alinus Alisampus Alivis Allis Altoras Altornes Alviampus Alvicolis Alvines Alvis Alvisaras Ameddampus Ameras Aminus Ampus Amuelines Amuelis Andannes Antornes Arvinus Arvis Asmus Augus Augustils Axeliamus Axelines Axels Aximils Aximolinus...
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#444 names#444names#dnd names#fantasy names#name stash#names#markov gen#fantasy name#character names
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Royal Outdoor Servants
Bodrin Marsh - Master of Horse
Lucan - Stablehand
Bowen - Stablehand
Dustran - Stablehand
Trytas - Stablehand
Dran - Stablehand
Ruban Rhysling - Chief Royal Gardener
Colren - Royal Gardener
Dran - Royal Gardener
Harden - Royal Gardener
Antorn - Royal Gardener
Layn Merchien - Royal Gamekeeper
Crann - Gamekeeper
Korb - Royal Falconer
Grasson - Assistant Falconer
Carn - Royal Kennelmaster
Tirius - Assistant Kennelmaster
Jovarn - Master Mason
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I went through art folder from 2019 and I don’t know why I never posted this alien fella before, even though they are fully shaded and all! I’m gonna name them... Antorn.
I remember they were an adoptable. The said adoptable was a headshot, so for the body I came up with that myself! Although... I can’t remember for the life of me who I got this fella from... Oh dear. 💦
I’ll put the original headshot down below!
If anyone recognizes the art and it’s artist, please tell me so I can properly credit them.
#Antorn#my art#OC#original character#other people's art#oh god that watermark is not the clearest#I think it has letters TN...???#or is that JN...#either way it's been so long that it is possible the artist has changed their name#that or they have deactivated account here#gosh who are where is youuuuu#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Lago d'Antorno by RiccardoGovoni
#Monte Piana#Veneto#Cortina d'Ampezzo#Belluno#Dolomiti#Dolomites#Tre Cime di Lavaredo#Misurina#Antorn
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𝕬𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖓 & 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖘
𝔄 𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶...
Just a little.....inspiration? A little movement/expression comparison for the original CotW plot. I haven’t reread it yet but I’m absolutely going to because I miss these two. I love the modern versions, but there was something really lovely about the original medieval/fantasy plot. @morningstar1399 this was honestly a nice distraction from writing predictably bad spooky uni characters lol but it was also fun to find gifs where they were making similar expressions?They aren’t perfect matches, the smiling ones are not the same sort of smile but I suppose the subtle comparisons are nice as well. Don’t love that it’s misaligned but I wanted to include every gif pair.
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When the they get rid of antornics
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See. Now I wanna know more about this DnD game you got Drag to DM
Well, got Drag to DM is kinda not how it happened. More like he got us all to play so he could DM.
But its using a set of books called Beyond the Wall, its very very lite D&D style ruleset. But we’ve been playing for over a year now (not every week mind you) and our little band has gone through some THINGS. We are coming to the end of our little band’s adventure.
There is Antorn our orphan but beloved by the village, warrior who it turns out is actually the son of the king. There is his best friend, Jemma, who is the apprentice to the village witch, though now she’s pretty much a badass on her own, who it turns out was apprenticed to Antorn’s mom. There is our cultist’s son Dulcimer who took the demon looking fae helm from Casey way back in our first adventure and has never took it off since. He also befriended a fae/demon dog very early on and has taught it to use a sword to attack, like you do. And there is Casey who is the daughter of the inn owners, one of whom is actually a fairy in disguise. All four of them grew up together in Pembrooke.
Then we met Alec who Antorn befriended and now sorta follows us around helping out. He asked us to save his sister from some cultist that he had been working for in another town. She became Elise, who we did save from cultists who were working with Dulcimer’s uncle. She and Alec joined us and we became known throughout the lands as the Pembrooke Six. Our journeys have taken us across most of the western lands as we tracked down a lich and did various other good deeds along the way.
We somehow became the go to adventurers for a fae named Pukka who has had us recently tracking down the lich through time as he set about to eliminate all of us by harming our parents. We’ve changed some things some by accident some on purpose and soon we will figure out what exactly that means for our current timeline.
Dragaur is an excellent DM who has A LOT of patience as we completely derailed the story for about four months going after a wild goose chase and then finally got back on track. He lets us get away with a lot of nonsense (see fae dog learning to use sword) and he’s made our adventures all tie in together in an amazing way.
@silentasagrave
@selisekinsolving @odessii-dragonblade @toomany-elves did I forget anything?
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Morale isn't exactly highest on the ship, so the engineers try to make a joke about it.
Nyco is unofficially the head of the Engineering and manufacturing Sector, due to stepping down when Saevii got into power. Antorn was temporarily in charge of engineering, but perished on one of the crashed ships during take off.
Algernon stood there for a while just to wind them all up.
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Lago d'Antorno
#Monte Piana#Veneto#Cortina d'Ampezzo#Belluno#Dolomiti#Dolomites#Tre Cime di Lavaredo#Misurina#Antorn
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latvian and dutch forenames BUT excluding "j"
Aagne Aagneena Aagris Aaldelds Aalidita Aaliess Aanis Aanta Aarena Aarte Aarvis Aasmick Aassans Aastina Aastra Abeleo Abeps Abineme Abinta Abirairis Abirt Abiryna Acquelmara Adaars Adagnieta Adera Aderle Adezinis Adimoder Adiss Adrega Adruvionso Agnike Agrienestra Aigundruta Ailnis Aimirka Aindra Ainemkita Airis Aivalds Aivalvils Alber Albraap Aldagita Aldel Aldenno Aldidavs Aldrenta Aleonis Aliaas Alidimodem Aline Allids Alodolga Alrihs Alvilis Alvita Amars Ambert Amonsto Ancis Andaiba Andangmarie Andreina Andulik Andus Anievita Aning Annan Annors Antis Antorner Antris Antrista Arahan Arinuvise Aristra Armart Armikureksa Armuntra Armuta Arnetlailud Artatrusta Artins Artriesma Arudris Arvita Asimon Asine Aspadré Astims Atina Audeneta Augiranny Augondrena Augund Aulis Aurduldita Aäromars Aäronzo Baivirie Barna Belodelmark Bentranick Berik Bolex Bolvis Boris Bouis Brannis Brarie Breke Brenaus Brens Brihana Cobus Coliep Coris Daadis Daalfs Daalins Dailhel Dailvitanta Dainuvva Daivalf Daivis Damadewilze Dandra Daniefanna Darvids Daveri Derts Dewis Dimdotona Dimons Ditars Drisla Dzigars Edenis Edgards Edviolgara Edvis Edzis Egodemmarm Eines Elgalvis Elidans Elitavs Ellaur Elleons Elonslavs Elvise Erdims Ereduars Erlota Errik Ertina Eveinta Everliaadis Evged Evger Eziga Folauliner Freds Freen Frens Gaiviter Garta Gasturs Gedvaldze Genikeris Genis Geodonet Gergs Geriantinan Gernors Gerrita Gertran Ginde Gireina Gitalouta Gitristina Goedgaris Goeles Gonis Griels Grinta Gunaangrier Gunarianny Gundavis Gundra Gundrikus Gunds Guntina Gunts Gunva Gunvadewie Gunvalds Gurds Gusta Gustomara Gvalvis Gvartur Hardse Harviese Heiga Heins Heinustriks Helinar Heliva Herta Hubers Hugunards Hurins Huris Ieniess Ilaing Ilian Ilidalbe Iliem Ilita Ilvalfs Imonta Inants Inaskatris Inass Inaurit Indans Indriaap Ingregis Intavs Inting Intis Intraharids Iriss Iveingris Kaidaar Kaiva Katteseks Keliksabby Klaags Kolavs Kriaadri Kriebren Kriete Krike Kriktomars Kringunouk Kristralfs Kusta Lailina Laira Lairiël Laita Landimona Lannemik Latris Laumada Laurt Laven Ledvarick Lekselgon Leksiefanis Leksis Lemards Leontis Leopolfs Leoris Letlaninta Lexands Liesep Listra Lists Litams Lodelmart Lodem Lodera Loelie Lolke Lonram Lonsla Lontinarle Lotalds Lotomualds Lucanita Lucards Lucis Ludra Luiza Luizem Maaksartins Maaleriter Maana Maartra Mademilga Maimdotom Mains Mairs Makobaris Mancis Mandris Mandritar Mandrudmies Maneta Manne Mannert Mardirene Mards Marduaruuk Maredgarie Marik Marinars Marlis Marmunds Marmuta Marte Matonran Maxim Maximants Mieliktolke Mietlad Miktonief Milgvian Minantra Miriens Moneris Monita Nemmaris Nideningars Nieks Nikatva Nikob Ninga Nitaaf Norris Noudo Nouts Oksanee Olasmée Olditine Oleodelis Ollida Orsineks Otonstra Otorrita Parduliese Paurd Paurds Paurita Paurtiaaks Pausta Pečkasmadis Piekenis Piens Pimdo Polfs Pupien Raakola Raraiga Rardita Rarts Reato Reeuwildira Renta Rihars Rikeerdanne Riksars Roents Rogilgardza Romards Rudrick Ruduarlona Ruvva Salderis Sancis Sandiseert Sandri Santalis Santricheo Sants Sarne Sasin Sasturis Sephie Siekairs Siels Simdornoud Simonne Singunts Snintimina Sniël Spavs Speta Svelieveta Taldzel Tharmars Thars Thina Thinele Thomaks Tinta Tomak Tomanna Tomars Tomuel Toosts Torgel Tradert Trunarss Uvidanad Uvidems Valds Validis Valmadré Valvitalfs Varda Vards Variss Varita Veiga Velma Venne Verita Verts Vervins Vidaelher Vilvina Vinadris Violds Vlaulie Wiliaana Wilvis Wilza Wimon Winaumado Yurita Zains Zandrists Zanne Zieseke Zigita Zigoelmar Zinars
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zorrin: What if people had food names and food had people names?
tech: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having zorrin for dinner.
antorn: What is wrong with you people?
zeema: Shut up, chocolate.
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Dolomiti, Lago Antorno by PascalBobillon
#lake#sunset#reflection#italy#dolomites#lago#reflet#lac#italie#dolomiti#coucher de soleil#lago antorn
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ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕋𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕎𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗 — Big Moods
Being pissed all the time, I mean...if you were turned against your will you’d prolly be pretty pissed too
Eating A LOT more than usual
The discomfort of washing blood off after a particularly grody full moon
The Werewolf that bit her appearing out of the blue and trying to fix his mistake
The differences between someone who was turned long ago and a newly turned Werewolf becoming increasingly clear
Not able to relate to anything the other is experiences but still manages to...relate?
Slowly decaying mental health
Turning montage to some cheesy 60′s song
Always being on the brink of SNAPPING at EVERYONE
Shopping as a coping mechanism, but continuously destroying new clothes and immediately eating any food they buy
The turn isn’t even half of the sickness, staying at home for days in bed because the aches and nausea are too intense
Struggling against the draw of turning / losing control pretty frequently
Can’t stop thinking about WOLVES / Hearing Werewolves of London on the radio / Seeing an ad for Wolf conservation / An add for a supernatural movie on the billboard outside of her apartment
Trying to explain it to a human friend without saying anything about their condition
Suddenly worrying about future children she never planned on having, being born as Werewolves
The rampage post-reveal, when her mentor turns out to be the one that turned her
Could be romantic, but could also just be a genuine mentor-mentee relationship
Someone finding out about her and trying to extort information on the supernatural world
The old vampire friend of the werewolfs thats just as wise but in different ways
#werewolf oc#random character inspiration#alicia vikander#supernatural plot#supernatural character#random musings#just for fun#the gifs of alicia just gave me a good werewolf vibe#future Artemis & Antorn AU#probably incomplete#im sure ill think of other little things
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BACKGROUND
I grew up on the streets of Greenbough alone, orphaned, and poor. I had no one to watch over me or to provide for me, so I learned to provide for myself. I fought fiercely over food and kept a constant watch out for other desperate souls who might steal from me.
I slept on rooftops and in alleyways, exposed to the elements, and endured sickness without the advantage of medicine or a place to recuperate. I've survived despite all odds, and did so through strange powers that I have no recollection of obtaining.
Magic served me well, allowing me to protect myself and claim resources that would otherwise be out of my reach. However, the magic grew and became uncontrollable, eventually attacking a travelling band of adventurers.
One of their party, Dulcimer Silverchair, attacked and severely wounded me. I would be dead if not for Jemma Rex, their witch companion who adopted me and offered to train me to control my magic. I currently work for the betterment of Western Andros, assisting with magical requests and calls for adventurers through the guild founded by Antorn.
AT A GLANCE
Dark brown hair styled in a mohawk and full goatee.
Bright blue eyes.
Layered robes with a flair for browns, blacks, and purples.
Carries two rapiers and a small arsenal of throwing weapons.
A small purple and green frog, Grawsh II, is frequently seen perched on his shoulder. Is it staring at you? Why are its eyes red? Grawsh II
Rarely seen: A 7" long scar lays just to the left of his spine.
FAMILY (Adopted)
Mother: Jemma Rex
Father: Antorn Farring
Uncle: Alec Smith
Aunt: Elise Smith
Cousin: Alban Watson
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