#oc: adrigo

[knight-commander]

what if this storm ends

and i don’t see you

as you are now ever again

a perfect halo

of cold air and lightning

lit you up like a star

that i will follow

@mossytrashcan really did Adrigo justice…. Golarion’s scariest aasimar… scariest antipaladin 🥺

#pwotr pals #oc: adrigo #pwotr #pathfinder #pathfinder 1e #aasimar #emberkin aasimar #antipaladin

[jean-dieu]

"why must you betray me with a kiss" Adrigo and Raphael for @transprincecaspian for OC kiss week 24' ! It's noooot exactly a kiss but yea. Same vibe. Lawful Good Inquisitor and Lawful Evil Antipaladin, what could go wrong ?

#pwotr pals #pathfinder #oc: adrigo #oc: raphael #oc kiss week #oc #original character #aasimar #tiefling #art #my art #ttrpg #ttrpg art #pathfinder character #ockiss24 #ockiss2024

[siamesebeans]

I sometimes miss WoW, but I can't really justify it for the moment. That doesn't stop me from admiring my WoW OCs, though.

This is Adrigos! A void dragon who was formerly of the blue dragonflight, until things happened. Void looks good on him.

🎨 An amazing commission from some ago by @luminaena!

#WoW #void dragon #dragonflight #World of Warcraft #dragon #Adrigos

[knight-commander]

you give me the anger, you give me the nerve

carry out my sentence, well, i get what i deserve

i’m just an effigy to be defaced

to be disgraced

your need for me has been replaced

and if i can’t have everything

well, then, just give me a taste

@new-austin was soooo nice to me and drew Adrigo :3c wanted to post it here without the Bible thumping lore lol

#oc: adrigo #Austin art #pwotr pals #pwotr #pathfinder #Adrigo livianus #st sebastian #blood #slightly nsft

[knight-commander]

ur honor i love him

#sorry i just think he is mean and smug and evil . #and is allowed #oc: adrigo #heroforge

[knight-commander]

OCKISS WEEK - DAY ONE

Adrigo & Ezekiel

This wasn’t planned I just got inspired so I’ll double post up on day one 🫡 Ezekiel belongs to @new-austin !!!!

“You might do yourself a favor and try to avoid getting hit by weapons,” Adrigo sneered, grabbing Ezekiel’s chin in his hand. Doing so made it easier to tilt his head and get a better look at the nasty cut that bled along his face.

Ezekiel forced his lips into a pout. “Where’s the fun in that?” He asked, blinking up at the aasimar.

“You’re insufferable,” Adrigo growled, and released him with a dismissive flick of his wrist that made Ezekiel’s head spin. He grinned.

“You suffer me.”

“I tolerate you,” Adrigo said as he began to walk away. “If you’re going to run your mouth, I won’t help you. Enjoy the new scar, Ezekiel.”

“If scars bothered me, I wouldn’t enjoy picking at yours so much,” said the tiefling, eagerly following Adrigo despite the blood trickling down his temple. Ezekiel was taking two steps for just one of Adrigo’s.

“Are you incapable of silence? I’m surprised your master hasn’t muzzled you yet. Maybe I’ll take those stitches meant for your head and put them to your mouth. Everyone would thank me.”

Adrigo tried to pull his hand away as he felt Ezekiel grasp it in his claws, but the tiefling gripped him tight with his talons.

“You’re a cruel man,” Ezekiel purred as he raised an eyebrow. “But I didn’t think you were that cruel. How do you know so much about Kuthite traditions?”

Adrigo tried in vain to wrench his wrist free again. “Nidal is not so far from Cheliax—and in fact many of us Chels have settled there. I make an effort to know my neighbor’s faith. Now let me go.”

“No,” Ezekiel said plainly, before he pressed a kiss to the back of Adrigo’s hand. “Well, I shall. But now I have you in my sights, and I don’t intend to let you escape me.”

Adrigo was finally able to pull free of the tiefling and, scowling, glared back at him amidst the growing distance. His hand was covered in Ezekiel’s blood.

#they are evil. and awful #the chaos-lawful dichotomy makes them…. insane #to me. very insane. silly little rabbits #pwotr pals #oc: adrigo #oc: Ezekiel #pwotr #ockiss24 #oc kiss week

[knight-commander]

sick among the pure

2,348 words

Summary: The first installment in a series where I will upload different short-fics that detail the backstory of my pathfinder OC, Adrigo Livianus. In this fic we see how he handles the aftermath of an ambush that nearly cost him his life.

“I think that you should have the chance to have a say in how the record stands.” “I don’t need you to coddle my pride.”

i posted more adrigo backstory :3

#oc: adrigo #cas writes #my fanfic #my fanfiction #writing #ao3 #pwotr pals #pwotr #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #pathfinder #pathfinder 1e #aasimar #emberkin aasimar #hellknights

[knight-commander]

makes everyone look at adrigo’s Pinterest board as well

#oc: adrigo #pwotr pals #pwotr #pinterest board

[knight-commander]

OCKISSWEEK - DAY 4

Adrigo & Agria

remember when I said I wouldn’t write anything bc I feel sick. I just finished this wip instead I lied I’m sorry. @thesolemnhour I love Agria a lot

Adrigo had come to know Viktor Lebeda in the ways he had come to know all men whose pride and hopes stretched before them in the dreams of a proud lineage: they were cruel and cowardly first, and pleasantly gullible second. Feathers ruffled by Adrigo’s preaching of “a better way” for the poor could be soothed by appeasing promises and an upturned smile—and who would accuse an aasimar of wretchedness when misguided selfishness was obviously the truth?

Adrigo had to be wretched. Nobody else reached for what he wanted like he did. They lacked conviction.

The girl was innocent. The Lebeda daughter. All girls were, in some way: maybe he once was, before he doffed the sheep’s wool and became the wolf. Did Viktor know he sent his daughter straight to its jaws? Would he care?

Men like him never did, Adrigo reasoned with a smile as he took Agria’s hand and kissed it. Her face was distant, faraway, and displeased—good. That meant she was learning.

Pleasantries aside, he didn’t think of keeping her for long. His mind was racing with the thought of where those like Viktor would end up one day; those who took and controlled without sympathy or remorse, who let their ego and corruption come before their duty to their cause. Those who kept a boot to the neck of their world.

Adrigo would be the one holding a heel to theirs before long.

“You are an aasimar as well,” Adrigo remarked, still keeping Agria’s hand in his, still half-bowed as though he might kiss it again. He saw the dissatisfied twitch in her grimace.

“Congratulations,” she said as she sharply whipped her hand back out of his grasp. “You have eyes. I suppose next you’ll say that my parents must be proud?”

Adrigo chuckled as he stood upright. “I’m sure they are. You’re a very presumptuous woman, Agria.”

“It’s served me well,” she sniffed. The way she looked him over would have made a lesser man tremble. Judging from some of the boys cowering just out of her gaze, he had to imagine her intensity was infamous. Later there would be time to ponder if it was due to their shared heritage.

“What assumptions have you made about me, then? I know we have only just met, but consider me curious. It’s rare for me to meet another of the periblooded.”

Agria huffed and raised her head. “I think you are arrogant,” she said, “and you think yourself twice as clever as you really are. And I think you are trying to build too much camaraderie with me by virtue of being an aasimar. I don’t care that I am one. It’s not important to me.”

Adrigo blinked, almost taken aback. Her eyes were like two summer suns in the height of the season, coating everything in hot hazy orange and withering leaves away. His own eyes were suns on a black sky; he was a solar eclipse in motion. He idly wondered if she knew how terrifying she looked. She’d learn. Or he’d block her way.

“I see,” he said with a warm smile. “I stand corrected.”

“Is that so?” She asked smugly.

“You’re a very dangerous woman, Agria Lebeda. Have you yet decided what you’re going to do with all of that anger?”

#I think she would hate him and have his number from the start. actually #I think there are a few ppl his charms wouldn’t work on #and Agria is one of them #you can’t out-intensity the intensor #pwotr pals #oc: adrigo #oc: Agria #ockiss24 #oc kiss week #cas writes

[knight-commander]

OCKISS WEEK - DAY TWO

Adrigo & Isore

these two!! these two!!! they are evil as hell but maybe as a treat they can have one little fluffy moment. ok several but this is the one I wrote. Isore belongs to @cassynite

“Ah… Adrigo, ease off for a moment,” Isore murmured, breaking the kiss to tilt his head back against the headboard.

“Is something wrong?” Adrigo fretted. He shifted his hands again, afraid that a burning touch that lingered too long would leave a more permanent mark. He studied Isore’s face, and felt another flush of heat rise to his cheeks at the little smirk he found there.

“No,” Isore said smugly, “but your wings are about to catch fire. As much as I like watching you lose your composure, I’d rather you didn’t burn down the room.”

Sheepishly, Adrigo dared a glance to the side. He noticed only then that the darkened feathers of his wings had begun to curl upwards in wisps of rising smoke.

“Ah,” Adrigo hummed before looking back at Isore. “My apologies.”

To his pleasant surprise, he was greeted by the caress of a hand on his cheek.

“You look like you’re about to explode into flame.”

Despite Adrigo’s initial recall of the last time he’d done so, Isore didn’t seem to be lingering on that memory. He looked like he was thinking about something else: he always was. Shifting to lean back, Adrigo took his hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“Is that so? I wonder whose fault that is.”

“Glibness isn’t becoming.”

“Neither is ego, but you seem remarkably proud of yourself at the moment,” Adrigo teased. He itched to dive in again, but better judgment told him that he’d be just as quick to spark up. For now, he would try and cool down, pacing his breathing to something more manageable. It didn’t help that Isore’s hand was wandering, tracing the line of his hip and the old burn scar that curled across it.

“I like watching you lose yourself,” Isore murmured, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes. It was a deceptively honest admission—or maybe just an honest one, smug and high off of his own pride. Adrigo could fix that. He leaned in.

“I like it when you’re honest with me,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of Isore’s mouth. He could feel the frown forming.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m easing off,” Adrigo replied, pressing another kiss, just as chaste, to the other corner of Isore’s mouth. He barely had the time to laugh at his own insolence before Isore surged up, catching him by surprise in a heated kiss.

“Don’t tease me,” Isore chided, backing off just enough to tease Adrigo’s lower lip with his teeth. Adrigo glared, and his hands found their way to Isore’s hips once again. If he wanted to play with fire so very badly, he would just have to find out how it would hurt to get burned.

#these two are also my silly little rabbits #I’m obsessed with them #pwotr pals #oc: adrigo #oc: isore #Adrigo/Isore #we really should think of a ship name for them #ockiss24 #cas writes

[knight-commander]

Adrigo but I made him sexier by making his hair darker

#everyone wants him. and me #pwotr pals #oc: adrigo #heroforge

[knight-commander]

you've got the wool over my eyes

Adrigo Livianus is an ex-hellknight, now an antipaladin whose work and goals are tied closely to that of Isore Cygnarus. Unfortunately for him, his companion has been away on business, and there's no one to come to his aid when former friends, foes, and memories almost drag him away in chains.

heehee this was really fun to write i LOVE toxic men who are insane about each other... i wrote this with my oc adrigo and @cassynite's horrible boy isore so PLEASE give it a read...!!! :3

#i also wrote this with a migraine. pls read . for me #cas writes #ao3 #oc: adrigo #oc: isore #a gift!!!

[knight-commander]

Just scrolled your whole Adrigo tag and I: love him

ALSHSKDJ I have noticed your little likes trickle in I was so flattered… in honor of your brave brave soldiering I’ll share some Adrigo lore that i haven’t yet posted publicly lol

1.) Adrigo is afraid of water and cannot swim. Anything deeper than a bathtub and he’s balking. He doesn’t need a boat when he can fly, leave him alone!

2.) He reads serial novels. They’re his guilty pleasure. (I think they used to be called penny novels? Whichever term!) he will deflect if asked about it but yes he does prefer the gothics, the adventures, and the romances. and the smut.

3.) he’s a reeeeaaally laughy drunk. Everything is funny to him, he’s giggling, he’s smiling, genuinely a really affable sort of drunk but he HATES being seen like this so he rarely drinks 😌🫶 heart

#I love talking abt Adrigo I can do it all day genuinely #pwotr pals #oc: adrigo #askbox #😌🫶

[knight-commander]

adrigo mood board • who’s a heretic, child?

#pwotr pals #oc: adrigo

[knight-commander]

WIP … WHENEVER

I know it’s not Wednesday anymore I just wanted to share this wip I’m working on. More Adrigo lore and backstory. For meee…

992 Words

Pain.

Untenable, unbearable.

Blinding white hot that split his jaw in two, that wreathed down every single notch of his spine, snagged on every single divot within him and pulled him apart at the seams. Breaking apart.

Put back together.

Light that creeps in; light he can’t open his eyes to see.

Pain.

4706 • Abadius • 13, Sunday

Days of slipping in and out of consciousness. Adrigo wasn’t sure which was worse; pain or oblivion. One was proof that he yet lived, and the other was an endless cry for it all to stop. Maybe the dead had been the lucky ones after all. All he could taste was blood and steel on his tongue as he stirred.

“Adrigo?” A familiar voice broke through the silence. He didn’t want to, but he forced his eyes open. Even blinking—to adjust to the light that flooded the room—hurt.

As his eyes adjusted, he quickly scanned his surroundings. Simple room—four walls, a door opposite and slightly to the right of him and his bed. A window parallel to him, judging from the way the light shone in, but he didn’t dare turn his head to confirm.

Sitting to his left, on a chair that had been dragged up to the edge of his bed, was a tiefling woman. Her skin was deep red and beautiful, and her yellow eyes gleamed with a rich emotion that he couldn’t quite parse. She wore the robes of a Signifier, but no helm; her black hair was coiled atop her head and in between two horns that spiraled like a ram’s. The streaks of gray in her hair and lines on her face spoke to her wisdom.

On her lap was a mask etched with lines that spiraled endlessly, and that was Adrigo’s final clue to her identity: Maralictor Ardana, Order of the Gate.

He stirred and moved again but a searing, white-hot agony rushed through him and sent him falling limp again in the bed; he wanted to scream but that would be worse. Speaking would be worse. Opening his jaw would be worse. He knew.

“Don’t move!” Ardana warned, and if he could speak, maybe he would tell her that her warning had come too late. Far too late. Days too late. “You’re safe. You’re being tended to in Senara. Your injuries are severe; we weren’t sure if you would pull through.” She wouldn’t look him in the eyes as she spoke.

And he couldn’t speak. He could do nothing else but look.

Taking a breath, Ardana continued. “You’ve been here for the past two days. A local cleric has been tending to your injuries, but your jaw is a complicated break and can’t be treated properly until we return you to the Citadel Gheradesca—another matter of complication, given that you’re in no fit state to travel.”

Adrigo raised an eyebrow as he waited for her to get to her point, but all that did was shoot another stab of pain through his forehead. No funny looks either, it seemed. He hissed, but it was more of a rattle in the back of his throat.

“Once we determine whether you are healthy enough to make the journey to Corentyn, we’ll…” Ardana trailed off with a heavy sigh, and she rubbed two taloned fingers over a furrow in her brow. “What happened? What happened out there? This was never supposed to…”

She suddenly reached out toward the bedside table; Adrigo couldn’t tell what was on it and didn’t care to look to find out. Before long, a sheaf of parchment was thrust into his lap along with a quill that bled ink. He grabbed the quill, although every muscle in his body screamed at him not to, and glared at Ardana.

“Please,” she begged, her hands clasped like a prayer. “If you remember anything, you need to—“

“What is this?” Another voice entered the fray, and Adrigo turned his eyes to see another tiefling woman standing in the doorway; she wore white robes, and her pale hair was meticulously pinned out of her face. Her voice was firm, and her eyes glared daggers at Ardana.

“Oh, Heidi,” Ardana looked immediately guilty. “I was just—“

“Harassing my patient?” Heidi demanded, and she cleared the room quickly to stand on Adrigo’s other side. A cool hand was pressed against his forehead, and only then did he feel any sort of relief. “It is the first time that he has been awake in days, and already you are questioning him!”

“Heidi, you don’t understand. The nature of our position is such that—“

“—that can wait!” The cleric snapped, vitriol surprising Adrigo. Still he scribbled something into the parchment that neither woman seemed to notice. “There is no saying for certain that he even remembers anything. The nature of his injuries are severe. You should be thanking whatever god you worship that he is alive.”

“But if he does remember something, it is imperative that we have it on record as some sort of corroborating evidence as to what happened,” Ardana seethed, but Adrigo could sense the desperation behind her anger.

“Ser Livianus,” Heidi cut in again. “You are not required to answer any questions posed to you. You need to rest, first and foremost.” Finally, she actually looked at him. “What are you writing?”

Ardana’s eyes flew to him as well. Despite the ache in his bones and the effort that it took to write just a few words, Adrigo furrowed his brow and turned the parchment so that they could read the shaky scrawl.

WHERE IS RUNA?

#lore…. #back when Adrigo was still a hellknight #pwotr pals #oc: adrigo #hellknight #pwotr #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pathfinder #pathfinder 1e #cas writes

[knight-commander]

Adrigo has a tongue piercing . if you even care

#Adrigo upon meeting [redacted]: ‘oh I’m so gonna top him’ #‘and you know what will be so funny when I do?’ #pwotr pals #oc: adrigo