#lonán

[magnoliidae]

Sooommeetimes. You just have to draw a bunch of 3/4 busts of your oc :’)

#my art #dnd art #dnd aasimar #dnd character #original character #lonán #mal’s dnd tag

[nichtschwertart]

Flying Circus "The Falling Stars"

After a successful raid on a Gotha airfield.

From left to right:

Zeal-For-The-Dark-Depths (she/her) - Observer

Lonán Murchadh (they/them) - Pilot (Farmer)

If-Not-For-Silent-Scream-Thou-Hadst-Been-Damned "Damned" Seeborg (they/them) - Pilot (Fischer)

Fear-Not Breemer (she/they) - Observer

Thor Lengfeld (he/they/any) - Pilot (Student)

#flying circus #ttrpg #lonán murchadh #damned seeborg #fear-not breemer #thor lengfeld #zeal-for-the-dark-depths

[coffee-n-ocs]

Exosis (Music OCs): Duke McManus (2014)

The bassist of the band 'Exosis', and the only man in the group, Duke's head is mostly full of sex, video games, alcohol, and cupcakes. Usually dressed in orange, Duke's confident, warm and enthusiastic, though at times he can be somewhat arrogant and cocksure.

"Things are different here, 'crisps' are 'chips', that's fucking confusing."

Name

Full Legal Name: Archer Lonán Duke McManus-Bull First Name: Archer Meaning: From an English surname meaning 'Bowman, Archer', of Old French origin. Pronunciation: AHR-cher Origin: English Middle Name(s): Lonán, Duke Meaning(s): Lonán: Means 'Little blackbird', derived from Old Irish 'Lon' 'Blackbird combined with a diminutive suffix Duke: From the noble title 'Duke', which was originally derived from Latin 'Dux' 'Leader' Pronunciation: LUW-nan, DOOK Origin: Irish, Old Irish. English Surname(s): McManus, Bull Meaning(s): McManus: Anglicized form of Irish 'Mac Maghnuis' meaning 'Son of Mághnus', the Irish form of 'Magnus', a Late Latin name meaning 'Great' Bull: From a nickname for a person who acted like a bull Pronunciation: mac-MAN-us, BUWL Origin: Irish. English Aliases: Archer McManus, Lonan McManus, Duke McManus, Archer Bull, Lonan Bull, Duke Bull Nicknames: Archie, Duke Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 36 Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns Race: Human Nationality: Dual Nationality, American & English Ethnicity: White - 1/2 British - 1/2 American Birth Date: 30th May 1978 Sexuality: Bisexual Religion: Raised Christian Native Language: English Spoken Languages: English, (learning) Sioux Relationship Status: Dating Astrological Sign: Gemini Face Claim: Nick Frost

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Princes Risborough, Buckinghamshire, England, UK Current Location: 'On Tour'

Appearance

Height: 5'7" / 170 cm Weight: 160 lbs / 72 kg Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Black Hair Dye: None Body Hair: Hairy Facial Hair: Stubble Tattoos: None visible (usually) Scars: None Clothing Style: Mainly oranges and browns, graphic T-shirts, loose shorts

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed Medications: None Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Exosis Friends: Viola Wilbur, Winona Tomahawk, Lita McManus Enemies: None Noted Yet Mentor: None Significant Other: Winona Tomahawk (35, Girlfriend) Previous Partners: Hunter Peak (37, Ex-Boyfriend) Parents: Jasper McManus (66, Father), Brook Sergeant (67, Mother, Née Bull), Rosaire Sergeant (68, Step-Father) Parents-In-Law: None Siblings: Angelita McManus-Bull (33, Sister) Siblings-In-Law: None Nieces & Nephews: Ember McManus-Bull (13, Niece) Children: None Children-In-Law: None Grandkids: None Other Notable Relatives: None

Notes

Occupation: Mechanic Tropes: (These are purely theoretical for how I would write him)

Colour-Coded For Your Convenience: Usually dresses in orange

Fat and Skinny: The Fat to Lita's Skinny

Foolish Sibling, Responsible Sibling: The Foolish to Lita's Responsible

Human Jungle Gym: Lets his niece, Ember, climb on him whenever they're around each other

Real Men Wear Pink: Not only has he said that he identifies with a female perspective on most things, but he's also expressed a skill at cooking and has stated his favourite colour is pink. He also enjoys nail polish and makeup

Trademark Favourite Food: Cupcakes

-Design to come in group pic-

#original character #Duke McManus #Duke #McManus #music oc #Exosis #Archer Duke Lonán McManus-Bull #Archer McManus #Lonan McManus #Archer Bull #Lonan Bull #Duke Bull

[thedeadthree]

i made lhysa in the bg3 character creator and now she has a b*g3 verse 🥀🗡️🌿✨ !!!!!!!!

#i also want to make her twin in the cc as well? feanorian it’s your time to shine pookie !!!!!!!! #she’ll either go for ranger or rogue idk???? but i was like the way she would THRIVE and now she has an au <3 #this is from her tw verse but she also has a separate board for her d*ragon age verse :) #super super tempted to throw her into p*athfinder too skzjjx she can’t escape prophecy/destiny/etc in ANY verse *wheezes* #oc: lhysa aep lonán #*personal #leg.ocs #leg.txt #is it midnight and i should rest? yes? is b*g3 eve like christmas to me rn and i can’t sleep so i am yelling about clowns? maybe !!!!!! #besties you don’t see this IM ASLEEP :) 🌸💕 #feanorian is textbook sorcerer or warlock :) wild magic bloodline or fiend pact ?? #OO and edrich is also textbook paladin i was on the nose !!!!! i know my son!!!!!!!!! 🌿🕯️✨😌

[latinverbis]

#.* ☾ — playlist ( lonán ) #.* ☾ — ooc ( queued )

[saintlethanavir]

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#visual novel #artists on tumblr #art #horror #vampire #interactive fiction #concept art #character design #draws #beyond blood

[bestworstcase]

Does/Will tdt Cinder practice Khime?

no. although hellebore’s crossing itself is a very mixed community—like a third or so of its full-time population are fauni, many of whom practice khimerism—so cinder is a lot more familiar with what khimancy is than the average human. (one of the people in her contact list in burnt roses ch1 is a turnskin.) which isn’t to say she knows very much in detail, ’cause it’s a closed tradition, but she could define it accurately.

this is also why she recognizes the white fang safety mark on roin’s truck in ch5, since sable rescued her from the glass unicorn situation she’s grown up in an environment where it’s safe for fauni and specifically khimeric culture to just exist openly around their human neighbors. which translates into knowing how to signal that she’s a Safe Person.

lonán is a practicing khimancer (albeit one with no formal training); roscoe march and raymond altansarnai are as well (both formally trained); rue has khime for religious rite-of-passage reason, but she’s secular and not really interested in pursuing the art itself. the other fauni students in the spring class (bella marshal, garth saille, scar tybalt) don’t have khime. roscoe is REALLY GOOD bc he learned from his mom, who’s a turnskin.

cinder’s religious Situation is smth called strigism by like. religious scholars. it doesn’t have a name though, the people who practice it just refer to it as ‘our way’ or similar turns of phrase—it originated in the vitrine peninsula (where hellebore’s crossing is) and is more or less only practiced there.

and then oak is a kairoist—which is the dominant religion in anima, although a plurality of mistral’s urban population are draconites in some form, kairoism is Much Older (as in, predates ozma’s first reincarnation by a couple thousand years). [pyrrha is not in burnt roses because she is eleven but kairoism is conceptually just an elaborate riff on the mantra she uses to unlock jaune’s aura in canon, to give a sense of the vibe]

gretchen’s religion is folk draconism (<- the brother-cult) pejoratively called sanctimony by normative draconites because it is WILDLY HERETICAL and revolves around worship of various ‘saints,’ largely regional folk heroes syncretized into draconism as sacred heroes who inherited or otherwise obtained slivers of divine power after the dragon-brothers, who became mortal through the act of creating the world, died. (WILDLY. HERETICAL.) (fretting abt folk draconism keeps ozpin up at night.)

larkspur and rani both grew up reform draconites (<- aka the lucent church. reforms happened under king osiander and mainly involved imposing a separation between the valean aristocracy and the church and pushing a much greater theological emphasis on peace and inclusion. this got him briefly excommunicated but proved so popular with the common people that the church had to walk that back to save face. orthodox draconism is the radiant church. the vermeils were the only noble family to support the reforms and that was partly a political move to empower themselves over rivals and partly because the winter maiden at the time was a vermeil.)

filemot is an indifferent madagian (<- worship of the four maidens) which means he attends services on the equinoxes and solstices and that’s basically it.

and sacnicte practices ixtuan ancestor worship, which is very funny for her for reasons that we’ll get to Later. :)

#time does this

[fandomchokehold]

ok I finally made Samson's card for @bareee @tav-dex !!!!!

These are his starting lvl 1 cantrips and spells

Class Action - Bardic Inspiration

Race Cantrip - Chill Touch

Bard Cantrips - Vicious Mockery & Blade Ward

Spells - Cure Wounds, Healing Word, Speak with Animals, & Dissonant Whispers

with each level up the cantrips, spells, and abilities he gains fall under healing and necromancy

Screenshots and summarized backstory & fun facts below the cut!

and some cute screenshots from his and Gale's weave date 🥰

Short Backstory:

Samson was born in Elmwood, south of the Moonsea, to a sun elf woman named Thalia and human man named Lonán. His father was a nature domain cleric of Lathander and his mother was a light domain cleric of Kelemvor, but by the time they settled and had Sam they were just simple village bakers. When Samson was 7 his father succumbed to his lifelong battle with a chronic illness (in modern terms it would be autoimmune vasculitis), and after 4 years of grieving him, Sam's mother decided to follow Lonán into the afterlife.

After his mother's death he was sent to Calimport to live under the care of his maternal Uncle and his wife; they weren't horribly abusive, never raising a hand at him, but they did not approve of his desire to study medicine and necromancy and instead tried to force him into the family business of heavily corrupt politics. Sam obviously was not thrilled with this life prospect and decided, after a year of living with them, to make a mad dash for Waterdeep.

At age 12 he stowed away on a ship in the harbor and was allowed to sail with them for 3 years, departing in the City of Splendors at 15 after making lifelong friends of the crew and gaining the necessary skills that enabled him to survive alone on the streets in Waterdeep. After being a transient for half a year he met Odette, the cranky duergar monk who let him crash on her couch as payment for healing up her infected amputated leg. It was always supposed to be a temporary living situation but, whether she wanted to admit it or not, the kid lit up her dreary life like nothing else and she basically just kept him as the younger brother she never had.

It was just the two of them for 15 years since meeting until one night when Samson happened upon a roughed up noble in the alley outside his and Odette's flat. Wren, a human sorcerer who couldn't have been older than 21, was more than happy to let Samson heal them and assured the half-elf and duergar that they would be paid handsomely if they allowed the noble to stay with them for just a week as there were some "unsavory types" looking for them... unsavory types who happened to bear their family's crest. Sam and Odette did not bother questioning it.

So a week came and went, then another, and another, and Wren just never really left. Samson was thrilled to have made a friend and roommate while Odette was just happy to have extra help with the expenses. They were an unwavering, unbreakable dynamic trio for five more years until they got snatched up in the street by the Nautiloid.

*so basically in my head Samson, Odette, and Wren were all out in Waterdeep when the Mindflayers attacked and all got snatched up at the same time, escaped together with Shadowheart & Lae'zel, and are running around the world as the wavering falling-apart-at-the-seams dynamic trio

**sorry if the inclusion of Wren and Odette in this was confusing it's just cuz they play an important role in Samson's life and I would be posting about them a lot like with Sam but I just haven't played as them or my dark urge Lior yet cuz I'm still rocking with my slow af first playthrough

***if anyone cares cuz they all exist together during the events of the game Samson is romancing Gale, Odette romances Karlach, Wren romances Halsin, and Lior the dark urge is aroace in game but in my mind him and Gortash get to have a Good Omens season 2 Gabriel and Beelzebub style romance ending where they just kinda fuck off to the Caribbean post Netherbrain

Fun Facts About Samson Silversten!

he's a really good baker but can't cook for shit

he's ambidextrous

his dad Lonán was Irish so Sam has an Irish accent; he sounds like Hozier both speaking and singing (lemme live in delulu land okay???)

he knows four languages: Common, Elvish, Gaelic, and Common Sign Language

can usually be found engrossed in a necromantic tome or copying medical illustrations into his personal journal

he's autistic (me when I project onto my OCs) in a resting bitch face, deadpan, lackluster reactions unless it's something he's really passionate about way

can get frustrated with tasks easily and go temporarily non-verbal; he never lockpicks, it's gotten to the point if they happen upon something locked Astarion will just rifle through Samson's bag and take his thieves tools without asking to avoid him getting upset

he's tall and thin and gangly as hell (think Julian Devorak physique)

he has heterochromia, his right eye (your left) is brown while his left eye (your right) is a golden hazel

he's demisexual homoromantic (i.e. can only feel sexually attracted to people he knows well and is romantically attracted to, only feels romantic attraction for men)

he loves going for early morning swims and can hold his breath for a concerning amount of time

the skills he picked up on The Daybreaker (the ship he stowed away on) were knot tying, star navigation, fishing, sailing, and basic sword fighting

he has several nicknames; everyone calls him Samson or Sam, Wren calls him Freckles (affectionately, they love him so much), when they're married Gale calls him Sunlight or Sunshine, Captain Aamiina of The Daybreaker calls him her guri dambeys, but the only person alive allowed to call him Sammy is Odette

he's not as hairy as Gale but he has body hair on his arms, legs, chest, and happy trail

he's absolutely covered in freckles, the ones in areas often exposed to the sun darker than the rest; has 100% said something cheesy along the lines of "you shouldn't kiss me, I don't need more freckles" to imply the person he's saying it to is an angel

wow that sure was a lot I am so sorry have these screenshots of Samson looking directly into the camera like he's on The Office as a departing gift!

#Tav-Dex #tav dex template #tav template #samson silversten #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 tav

[calliopefiction]

Hello! Loved the demo, felt bad for MC tho... they don't even have some pretty fae hair just a wrinkly head 😭 Good thing their glamourized look compensates for the ugliness lmao

Anyway, I wanted to ask if you could suggest some lore-accurate names we could give our MCs.

Sure! With names, I'm pretty much sticking to names of Celtic or Germanic origin, with a few made-up ones thrown in there. A few suggestion could be:

Male: Aldwin, Cormac, Eiran, Lonán, Niall, Odell, Rowan

Female: Adelaide, Asta, Hilda, Odilia, Rúna, Sieglinde, Reilly

Gender neutral: Adair, Bryn, Celyn, Laverne, Leigh, Mel, Morgan, Quinn

When I'm test playing, I usually go with "Tristan"!

#interactive fiction #misplaced

[caranox]

This Dark Embrace: A Cruel Fate Story

Devyn Kinsley is a witch—a male witch—with little power in his matriarchal coven. In one of the last neutral-territory cities, filled with creatures that can offer him more, he's managed to keep his head down in favor of living right by his family. The problem is that ever-present pressure to marry a girl from his coven to ensure he doesn't fall prey to the temptation of binding himself to something far more vicious.

So when Devyn has a chance encounter with a mysterious, heroic stranger called Lonán, who Devyn assumes is a wizard, he falls head-over-heels, thinking that he's found a way out of a loveless marriage. But Lonán may not be exactly who he seems...

Interested in the first chapter of this (achillean) m/m urban romantasy? Read below! You can find the rest on my Patreon (chapters 1-3 free; chapter 4 onward available for supporters)!

01 — Devyn

“Once again, selling crystals and talismans in the break room during operating hours is against company policy,” the supervisor rattled off from the notes on his phone, taking the time to push up his glasses before continuing. “Push your side hustles when you clock out.”

Devyn Kinsley shifted and rubbed his arms as some of the other couriers nudged each other with snide remarks about getting caught. The supervisor continued to scroll through his phone with a sigh and rattled off a few other instructions about changing routes and delivery updates, but Devyn couldn’t help but bounce on the balls of his feet. That overwhelming urge to move nipped at his heels.

“You good, Dev?” the guy next to him whispered. A brown, muscular bicep elbowed him before he felt those deep, coffee-colored irises fix on him. Conall.

“Y-yeah. Sorry.” His shoes stuck to the vinyl tiles again.

Conall shook his head. “No wonder you get so many deliveries done whenever you clock in. I don’t know where the hell you get all that energy. Does being cooped up as a boy witch do that to you?”

Devyn stiffened. His question was laced more with curiosity than he expected. Devyn’s own dark eyes slid over to the druidic emblem hung around a cord on the guy’s neck.

“I’m… not sure. Maybe,” Devyn admitted, squeezing his arms a little tighter. “I’d just rather be out working than sitting around the house all day. Don’t really want to be a burden.”

The guy snorted. “Never really understood why covens treat men like criminals. They act like banishing them to a house will keep them out of trouble somehow.”

Devyn’s chin dipped down into his sweatshirt collar, hating how his ears heated. Goddess, why was he feeling so guilty now? Sure, he’d felt a little uneasy when he’d first taken this job a few months ago, but his moms hadn’t really dissuaded him from doing it. Granted, they hadn’t been completely thrilled with the idea either, especially once they heard the courier service he’d be working for delivered to anyone and not just magically-inclined humans.

He glanced around at the other people in the breakroom: a small army of druids holding cups of stale coffee or water bottles, rolling their eyes as their boss droned on about new company policies. And then there was Devyn­—a single witch in their midst. A black sheep trying to fit in, even though they could all see right through him with his lack of tattoos of Celtic knots or flowering trees, his unpierced ears and nose, his bulkier sweatshirts and jackets instead of form-fitting leather.

Devyn’s eyes wandered over the others in the room until the supervisor cleared his throat and boomed out a druidic word he always did at the end of his meetings. “All right. You’re all dismissed. Remember to file the proper paperwork for any damages or returns. We can’t afford to get lax on that again.”

Some of the couriers half-shoved each other into the walls as they filed into the corridor, cackling about something to do with selling incense from their locker last week, but Devyn could only think of wanting to grab his delivery bag and hurry out into the street. He wove between a few of them to the shelf with ‘KINSLEY, DEVYN’ stickered above it.

“Dev—”

Devyn spun around to Conall again as he hoisted up his own bag.

“You’ve been kind of quiet recently. You sure you’re okay?”

He started to nod before blurting out, “Yeah. I’m good. Really.”

Conall’s frown persisted as they started outside together, stepping into the side street behind the building with dumpsters and bicycles crammed up against the brick walls. Silence pooled between them as they dragged themselves to the main road, the sound of cars momentarily interrupted by obnoxious laughter spilling out the exit behind them as the rest funneled out to start their routes.

Conall his throat. “Um, so… I was thinking…”

Devyn hummed for him to continue as he plotted the addresses on his list for his map.

“You want to get a drink tonight?”

He inwardly cringed at the thought of being surrounded by numerous coworkers, along with trying to talk his moms into letting him stay out a little later instead of running home to help with dinner. “I… don’t know. I’m not exactly fond of dealing with a bunch of drunk druids,” he said with a laugh, hoping to soften the blow.

Conall his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and blew out a nervous chuckle as he reached for the back of his neck. “I was actually thinking it’d just be the two of us.”

Oh. Devyn’s heart lept into his throat. “I- I can’t,” he choked out. “N-not that you’re not—I mean—” He flinched as Conall’s brows knit together, and Devyn tried to stammer out a reason that didn’t make him sound like a total dick. After all, this guy was pretty. And nice. And okay, maybe he wasn’t quite Devyn’s type, but it’s not like he’d really had the chance to meet many other guys outside of his coven with the routine of going to school or work and then straight home. “I’m pretty sure my moms would kill me if they heard I was seeing a druid.”

“Well, um—Have you considered converting?”

Devyn clutched his phone a little tighter, blurring the screen around his fingers with the sweat on his hands. “I know that coven life may seem really weird to you, but I” —he shook his head— “I can’t abandon my family. I’m also not trying to discount how kind you’ve been to me by showing me around and hanging out with me, but I’m kind of just coming to terms that I’m probably better off not seeing anyone since my only options are other girl witches and a bunch of wizards.”

“You act like someone’s not going to come along and try to sweep you away,” he said with a humorless chuckle. “Dev, I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.”

“My family isn’t super high-ranking in the coven, which means I don’t have much power in my blood. I’m sort of worthless,” Devyn mumbled. “That’s why I took this job—”

He grabbed Devyn’s shoulder right before they hit the corner, the stoplights changing before one of them would be given the signal to escape this horrible conversation. “You’re not worthless,” Conall whispered, his eyes filled with remorse. “The fact that your coven has even pushed that idea onto you is just… wrong.”

A chirp of the crosswalk and Devyn shrugged his hand away. “Rules are rules. It’s what I have to sacrifice to stay with my family. I don’t like it either, but I don’t want to lose what I have.” He hesitated, wishing he could find something better to say—something to remove that weight settling in his gut now. “I’m sorry.”

Devyn stepped away and turned to jog across the street, feeling Conall’s eyes on him until he turned another corner. His pace slowed in the sea of people and creatures wearing the faces of things that appeared human. Everyone and everything around him put on a façade to ward off the things they feared or to undermine the fears of others. Learning to keep his head down and ignore them all turned out to be a better tactic than trying to puzzle each one of them out. The less he tried to decipher a stranger, the easier he slept.

He only wished he could undo his own soul-searching to lift that burden of being the perfect son his moms dreamed of, but he couldn’t imagine his heart ever belonging to a woman.

***

The sun beat down on the buildings around him by the time Devyn pushed into the pub with a box in hand. Dozens of eyes from darkened booths and tables tucked into corners flicked up to take him in before returning to their meals or laptops. He swallowed at the lingering glow of some of them, a tell-tale sign that the things lurking in here wanted others to know of their inhumanity.

He shuffled up to the counter, willing his arms not to shake as he nodded toward the bartender. “I have a package for a” —he tilted the label up as his mind blanked on the name printed there, despite reading it about ten times on the way in— “Heber Marina to sign for.”

The bartender jabbed his thumb toward a door. “I’ll go get him. Give me five.”

His shoes peeled off the tiles with every step on his way to the back of the pub, the sticky squelching making Devyn absently drum his fingers on the package while he waited. Devyn’s pulse picked up when a man a few seats down the bar slid him a look—something he felt more than saw out of the corner of his vision, especially since it was starting to tunnel in on the mirror along the back wall of bottles.

The sharp clack of heels on wood flooring approaching him sent every muscle taught like a bowstring. “Well, well,” came a husky purr.

He jerked in a half-turn, just in time to catch the woman’s hand cresting the bar top. Deep, glimmering plum nail polish on what he hoped were press-ons looked like shards torn from the sky. Devyn’s eyes followed the black, lacy blouse to the woman’s face, and his stomach twisted when he saw the gold irises peering back at him, cut through with a thin, elongated pupil—like a cat’s.

His back dug into the corner of the bar as a wicked smile spread across her face. “I never expected to find a witch here, of all places,” she mused, reaching for tousled waves of his hair.

That need to slap her away or recoil was instantly overridden by a freeze. His entire body locked up, head spinning as air cut off from his lungs, unable to breathe like his brain had malfunctioned, and decided if he became a statue that she’d leave him alone. Devyn clenched his teeth as her nails tingled against his scalp, and she suddenly seized his jaw, forcing him to meet her eyes again.

“Adorable and well-behaved…” A dark chuckle slipped past her glossy lips, and his heart plummeted at the glimpse of fangs. “How would you like to follow me home, little witch?”

The end of his promised five minutes couldn’t come fast enough. He tried to shake his head and winced as her grip tightened, threatening to crush bone. No one else in this establishment spared them another look. Not a single witch or druid in sight slid out of their seat to come to his aid.

Devyn squirmed, finally grabbing the woman’s wrist to try to pry her off of him until she took another step forward. Her body pressed against his, pinning him between the bolted-down stools.

“I think you should reconsider your actions,” she said in a low growl. “I’d hate to have to break you before—”

The man a little further down the bar slid off his stool, and her head snapped up, eyes narrowing on him as he reached for something Devyn couldn’t see.

“Leave the witch alone,” he said smoothly.

She bared her teeth with a guttural hiss that made Devyn’s hair stand on end. He tried to move his head to take in his hopeful savior, but her grip tightened on his jaw like a vice.

“Why don’t you fuck off, pretty boy?”

The man took another step, finally bleeding into Devyn’s vision. At least the demonic woman pinning him against the bar was right about something: he was pretty—beautiful, really. Steely eyes, near-black hair brushed into place, pinstriped suit, monogrammed tie clip with ‘L. R.’, and a cane at his side, a hand choking it right under the handle. He couldn’t be older than thirty, and with the way his thumb pressed up on the silver-dipped grip of the cane, Devyn quickly understood he wasn’t as alone as he thought.

“I don’t think you want to deal with Mr. Marina’s wrath because you decided to ruin his deliveries by snatching a courier and destroying his relationship with that agency. So, I’ll give you one more chance to let the witch go before I cause enough of a racket that he hurries to see what the fuss is about.”

She bared her teeth, fangs, and all before the pressure released from Devyn’s jaw. The woman stalked off, pushing through the front door with a jingle of a bell as he gasped out a shaky breath.

A hand clamped onto his shoulder. “Are you all right?”

Devyn nodded, rubbing his jaw. “Y-yeah. Thanks. Didn’t mean to cause any problems.”

The man—wizard—pulled away and leaned his cane back up against one of the barstools. “I wouldn’t consider that to be your fault,” he said with a frown. “You were just doing your job.”

“But I didn’t exactly try to fight back either,” Devyn mumbled, feeling heat flood his cheeks with embarrassment. Another wizard he’d humiliated himself in front of, and an attractive one at that too. Great.

“Well,” the wizard said, glancing around the pub, like he was making sure everyone had gone back to their own business again, “if you feel like you owe me, I wouldn’t say no to a date.”

Devyn’s head whipped around so fast, the room almost tilted. He half-stumbled toward the wizard, righting himself as he grabbed onto the bar for support.

The guy rocked back slightly, biting his lip like Devyn might say no. Devyn, who’d only dreamed of a handsome wizard prying him away from the fate of being paired off with some random, woman witch within his coven he’d undoubtedly feel nothing for. His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton as he stammered out a “Y-yeah. O-of course.”

The wizard broke into a grin and offered him his hand. “I’m Lonán Reverie.”

“Devyn,” he blurted, thrusting out his own hand into Lonán’s while sparks prickled along his skin. “Devyn Kinsley.”

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[ofdusk]

grindr

Assist with chopping wood [Max 2 muses per thread] - Gains 1 bundle of timber per post - Axe rank grants multiplier for thread [C or higher = 2x yield] - Can now talk to Lonán during this task @arcaeda

Restlessness has taken hold of her like a ghost, eyes refusing to shut and fingers possessed to twitch no matter how still she tries to be. They need to rest -- they need to get the walls back up before sunset brings the threat of monsters again.

And so she finds herself back in the forest with an axe in hand. Fatigue fights her every step, muscles tense and unwilling, but it doesn’t matter. Every report that creeps through the town regarding the strange wounds of their sleeping friends, every scratch on the doors of the homes in which they rest -- fear is enough to keep her moving.

A head of blue hair shifts about the trees, caught in her peripheral. Corrin yanks her axe free from the tree with a huff, turning to look at the woman proper.

Brows furrow with concern.

“You should be resting, not out here.” Though it isn’t a proper reprimand. Silently, she understands, no matter how deeply she worries for Caeda’s condition. “...just don’t strain yourself any more than you have to.”

#KEguard2023 #[thread] grindr #✧ ˚· ( caeda ). #arcaeda #thanks elf for the thread title :sob:

[magnoliidae]

Level two to ten [divination wizard 2 —> bladesinger 9/rogue 1]

#dnd character #original character #bladesinger #dnd art #aasimar #my art #mal's dnd tag #lonán

[nichtschwertart]

I found out after drawing this that Lonán's mother is dead. So uuuuhhh imagine they're looking at a painting. Yeah.

#flying circus #Emma Waldersee #Lonán Murchadh

[beeko0]

the name meaning/origins of the name 'lennon' is 'blackbird' (lonán) I'm actually going crazy

#the beatles

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Ivor Rhydderch

The Ogre Prince of C.R.C Ivor Rhydderch (2020)

Kirby's cousin, Hywel's nephew, and Rhodri's son, Ivor. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a gentle and honest father. He tries his hardest to ignore his brothers pranks.

"Go be gross somewhere else."

Name

Full Legal Name: Ivor Lonán Dylan Brian Rhydderch

First Name: Ivor

Meaning: From the Old Norse name 'Ívarr', which was probably derived from the elements 'Ýr' 'Yew tree, Bow' and 'Herr' 'Army, Warrior'

Pronunciation: IE-var

Origin: Irish, Scottish, Welsh, English

Middle Name(s): Lonán, Dylan, Brian

Meaning(s): Lonán: Means 'Little Blackbird', derived from Old Irish 'Lon' 'Blackbird' combined with a diminutive suffix. Dylan: From the Welsh prefi 'Dy' meaning 'To, Toward' and 'Llanw' meaning 'Tide, Flow' Brian: Meaning Uncertain, possibly related to the Old Celtic root 'Brixs' 'Hill, High' (Old Irish 'Brii') or the related 'Brigā' 'Might, Power' (Old Irish 'Briig')

Pronunciation(s): LUW-nan. DUL-an. BRIE-an

Origin(s): Irish, Old Irish. Welsh, English, Welsh Mythology. English, Irish, Old Irish

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Ogre Prince, Ivor Rhydderch

Reason: This is Ivor's ring name

Nicknames: Ivo, Bri

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 35

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: November 25th 1985

Symbols: Ogres, Ogresses, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius

Theme Song: 'Jesse James' - The Pogues (2003-)

Voice Actor: Aidan Turner

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 6'2" / 187 cm

Weight: 300 lbs / 136 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Ginger

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 20

Piercings: Ear Lobes (Both)

Scars: No Noticeable Scars

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Jarlath Rhydderch, Patrick Rhydderch, Lochlainn Rhydderch, Uilliam Rhydderch, Sean Rhydderch, Wyn Rhydderch, Vaughan Rhydderch, Neifion Rhydderch, Roderick Rhydderch, Flann Rhydderch, Heath Ott, Urbano Marino, Zacarías Huerta, Donato Santos

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Oneida Rhydderch

Mentor: Rhodri Rhydderch

Significant Other: Oneida Rhydderch (36, Wife, Née Richelieu)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Rhodri Rhydderch (77, Father), Grania Rhydderch (78, Mother, Née Mac Ghabhann)

Parents-In-Law: Carbrey Richelieu (56, Father-In-Law), Aran Richelieu (57, Mother-In-Law, Née Cullen)

Siblings: Fionn Rhydderch (47, Brother), Aisling O'Hannigan (44, Sister, Née Rhydderch), Caoimhe O'Hannegan (41, Sister, Née Rhydderch), Uilliam Rhydderch (38, Brother), Eithne O'Hannagan (32, Sister, Née Rhydderch)

Siblings-In-Law: Unity Rhydderch (48, Fionn's Wife, Née Sauvageon), Keaton O'Hannigan (45, Aisling's Husband), Cadell O'Hannegan (42, Caoimhe's Husband), Whitney Rhydderch (39, Uilliam's Wife, Née Sauvageau), Januarius O'Hannagan (33, Eithne's Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Rachel MacGregor (27, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Bruce MacGregor (28, Rachel's Husband), Queen MacEntire (24, Niece, Née Rhydderch), Coinneach MacGregor (25, Queen's Husband), Pace Rhydderch (21, Nephew), Urve Rhydderch (22, Pace's Wife, Née MacEalair), Odin Rhydderch (18, Nephew), Naomh Rhydderch (15, Niece), Macy Rhydderch (12, Niece), Comhghall Rhydderch (9, Nephew), Kaiser Rhydderch (6, Nephew), Jacinth Rhydderch (3, Niece), Ida Scott (24, Niece, Née O'Hannigan), Cillian Scott (25, Ida's Husband), Hale O'Hannigan (21, Nephew), Briallen O'Hannigan (22, Hale's Wife, Née Sangster), Faith O'Hannigan (15, Niece), Eartha O'Hannigan (12, Niece), Dagda O'Hannigan (9, Nephew), Cade O'Hannigan (6, Nephew), Bambi O'Hannigan (3, Niece), Aaliyah Wallace (21, Niece, Née O'Hannigan), Matháin Wallace (22, Aaliyah's Husband), Zayden O'Hannegan (18, Nephew), Yorick O'Hannegan (15, Nephew), Xavia O'Hannegan (12, Niece), Wednesday O'Hannegan (9, Niece), Vance O'Hannegan (6, Nephew), Uhtric O'Hannegan (3, Nephew), Tacey Rhydderch (18, Niece), Sadb Rhydderch (15, Niece), Raeburn Rhydderch (12, Nephew), Quirinus Rhydderch (9, Nephew), Paisley Rhydderch (6, Niece), Olive Rhydderch (3, Niece), Iain O'Hannagan (12, Nephew), Haidee O'Hannagan (9, Niece), Garnet O'Hannagan (6, Niece), Fabius O'Hannagan (3, Nephew)

Children: Napoleon Rhydderch (15, Son), Macdara Rhydderch (12, Son), Lalla Rhydderch (9, Daughter), Kayleen Rhydderch (6, Daughter), James Rhydderch (3, Son)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Rhodri Rhydderch

Managers: Oneida Rhydderch

Wrestlers Managed: Oneida Rhydderch

Debut: 2003

Debut Match: Ivor Rhydderch VS Rhodri Rhydderch. Double Count Out

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Grappler

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2003-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Rotating Punch To The Stomach, Backbreaker, Running Knee Lift, Belly To Belly Suplex, Diving Shoulder Block, Dropkick, Gorilla Press, Lariat, Scoop Powerslam, Spinning Spinebuster, Three Point Stance Tackle, Tiger Suplex

Finishers: Boston Crab, Senton, Sitout Gutwrench Powerbomb, High Angle Belly To Back Suplex

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Ivor Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch Family. When Rhodri dies Ivor will have a 1/48th ownership of the promotion. Ivor is an 'Ogre Style' (Grappler) trainer. He's a quarter-Welsh and three quarters-Irish

Trivia: Nothing of Note

#D.U.D.E #original character #Rhydderch #C.R.C Wrestling Family #C.R.C Wrestling Promotion #C.R.C Wrestling School

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