#sieralon

[sieralon]

Meanwhile, In Skyrim...

His face is just slightly too feminine, but this will do for now. He’s about as tall as your average Nord (5′9″ to be exact) but is scrawny and looks like he has quite a bit of growing left to do.

Which he does. :P

Also he was kidnapped by bandits and saved by a scruffy, blind wolf named... well, Scruffy. I didn’t get a screenshot before the game crashed but it was heartwarming. 

The Fates That Be demand that he have a canine companion it seems, lol

#In Game Shenanigans #Sieralon Headcanon

[whatoddities]

"Don't think I've seen you before; I'm Sieralon! What are you doing?" ((For any muse of your choice--if you'd like to reply that is. :3))

Mal tensed and turned to face the speaker. Not only was she greeted by a friendly face, but she was greeted by an Altmeri face, which immediately set her on edge even further despite the other’s friendly-sounding tone. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she had been caught picking a lock.

“Oh, um… I was just…” The girl’s quick tongue was failing her, and she had to force herself to pause and take a deep breath, before she offered the mer a sheepish smile. “I got locked out of my uncle’s house. I thought maybe I could get in this way, but I’m rubbish at it.”

Shoving the lockpicks into her bag, she straightened and looked over the stranger, trying to come off as comfortable rather than nervous.

“Um… what are you doing around here?”

#stoleyoursweetrolls #this took me forever i'm so sorry #you can ignore this if you'd like #i didn't have her comment on thalmor robes in case he wasn't wearing any #sieralon #asks!

[vvardenfellcat]

☯ Decisions; if that's too hard to come up with, appearance!

“They stick out way too much in Skyrim. A cheerful Altmer, completely ignorant of the way words sound coming out of their mouth, and a young one at that… Especially with how the Nords are in this province… They’re a perfect target for Nords resentful of the Thalmor, and mer in general. If they don’t have a parent or two watching over them…I’m worried I’ll find them in a gutter battered to bits.”

#sieralon #jhasi has plenty to say on the matter asdkljgh #'YOURE YOUNG AND IGNORANT AND RACIST YOU AIN GON LAST LONG HERE' #'where are your parents i wanna have a chat with them' #jhasi i dont think you wanna know #vvcat asks #vvcat #thanks for the ask! :DDD #jhasi answers

[101tesversians]

▄ = telling them a joke ((For anyone. :3c))

▄ = telling them a joke

Thalia snorted before she could stop herself, covering her mouth with her hand trying to stop a fit of giggles from escaping her. “And here I thought all Altmer lost their sense of humor with their baby teeth,” the Bosmer giggled, “I like you, you’re different,” she added, flashing a grin at him. 

#asks #sieralon #thaleidra

[lionofmara]

"What you need is some company on this fine road!" Sier grinned at the older mer as he caught up. "It's been too long since I've seen a fellow Altmer. I'm Sieralon! Where are we headed?" ((feel free to ignore if you want, just throwing Sier at people for kicks. ;u;))

“What you need is…” Finish it in my ask.

Sin turned to look to the young mer, and gave him a friendly smile in return. He was wary as experience, especially recent experience, had taught him to be careful of other Altmer. But this youth.. couldnt possibly  be a Thalmor, could he? Seemed too jovial and green to have even lived in Alinor..

"Solitude," he replied simply. "It reminds me of Shimmerine, and I am missing home."

Upon hearing his voice, a small ginger cat head poked out of his hood, looking around with curious eyes, and mewling upon seeing the newcomer. He seemed to completely ignore her, however, as well as the brown shepherd mix that fell back as the young mer had caught up with them, and was delicately sniffing at Sier's robes with interest.

#sin has too many damn animals D: #ask #sieralon #prompt #eeee siers back :D dgl;jkhf

[dalamusrex]

"What you need is a drink. I can tell you're upset about something; want to talk about it?" Sier tilted his head, concerned. "I've never met a Dunmer before either; I'm Sieralon. What's your name?" ((Feel free to ignore, just chucking this kid at people. ;u;))

“What you need is…” Finish it in my ask.

Dalamus was drawn by curiosity to the cheerful voice, somewhat surprised to see a young Altmer. He could appreciate the concern, even if the boy could not possibly know just how much was wrong. Speaking to a stranger would probably not change anything, but some company might be beneficial. 

“Dalamus,” he answered, offering a hand in greeting. “Good to meet you, Sieralon. A drink sounds soothing, thank you. As for the lack of Dunmer, you might be glad for that after meeting a few more. A chronically disgruntled folk, they seem to be.”

#sieralon #ask

[sieralon]

“You are staring like you have never seen a Dragonborn before..." (the assbutt wanted to say hi.)

The boy could only gawk, saucer eyes going from the skeletal remains of the dragon and back to the Altmer before him. He’d heard of the dragons returning, of course, but to encounter one… and then for a mountain of a mer to step in before getting roasted… 

“Auri-El’s balls, that was amazing!! How did you do that!? Can you teach me? What’s a dragonborn? Aren’t you an Altmer? I’m Sieralon, it’s good to meet you, but how did you know to come here? Were you tracking this monster? How can you do that if it flies?”

#aurielswaywardson #((And This assbutt says hi back! :D))

[thedragonbornduo-blog]

sieralon

It might seem a bit odd for this lady to be running around Whiterun with minimal clothing, but she was a Nord! Perhaps everyone would just take it as her being good with the cold. There were some things she had to get done, such as finding the Redguard woman to give her a status update, finding her Khajiit traveling partner, and bugging Dragonsreach about Breezehome. Her thoughts were scattered, and coupled with her trying to pull on some of her armor to at least look somewhat presentable, she bumped right into someone! “Shit! Shit, I’m sorry.” Aleya took a step back, her helmet knocked askew, hair sticking out all over. “Gods, are you okay?” 

#aleya #sieralon #:o #you liked the post so I hope this is okay! #if you need a different town I will gladly change some things up!

[aicendor]

sieralon:

(x)

“What were you thinking about?” Sier asked, apparently quick to forgive. “Ah, and my name is Sieralon; a pleasure to meet you.”

“Would you believe me if I said I was thinking about what I might have for dinner tonight?” Aicendor replied with a sheepish and awkward smile.

Shifting his weight a little, he politely bowed his head as the fellow Altmer introduced himself. “My name is Aicendor and the pleasure is mine, Sieralon.” He smiled once more - this time a little less awkwardly.

#Cendy can be quite greddy and he thinks about food almost all the time (^o^;) #sieralon #*greedy #I can't spell today D:

[vvardenfellcat]

🍻 ((-waddles in late with extra booze- owo;;;))

He blinked, seeing two of the chipper Altmer before closing his eyes with a groan.

“N-nnnnoo… Jusht one… M’t’old fer more than one…” J’hasi whined, dropping his head to the table with a thunk. It was a few moments of silence before he shifted, cheek sliding against the table before his jaw rested on the wood, his vision coming back together so that there was only one Sieralon. He sighed with relief, grabbing the next bottle.

“Bet’r. Provincshe can’ handle more than one of you…or me… No more d-…dup…uhhhhm…” He hiccuped, looking a little lost, trying to place the word. His Cyrodilic was always the first to go… The Khajiit shook his head.

“No more makin’ more of you. Jusht one. There’sh a good lad…”

#sieralon #YOU MAY BE OLD JHASI BUT YOU DONT LOOK IT #BESIDES YOURE LIKE...AVERAGE/MIDDLE AGE FOR A DUNMER SUCK IT UP #just imagine a room full of siers #no one in skyrim would be safe #vvcat asks #vvcat #thanks for the ask! :DD #jhasi answers

[101tesversians]

"Hello there! You wouldn't happen to know where Bleakfalls Barrow is, would you?" ((For any muse you'd like, if you're interested~ owo))

Novaturned her head towards the young mer and offered him a courteous nodin response to his greeting. “Aye, I do,” she replied, “It’s not far fromRiverwood. In fact, I’m headed that way myself, so if you’d like you can tagalong.” The Nord motioned in the general direction of Riverwood with a wave ofher hand.

 -

“BleakFalls what now?” Thalia replied, making a face and crossed her arms. “ThatNordic ruin in the hills near Riverwood? Not sure exactly where it is, but Ireckon it’s not too hard to find.” The Bosmer eyed him over curiously, tiltingher head slightly as if pondering something, and she whetted her lips. “Whatbrings you up there anyway? Nothing but trolls and bandits up there,” sheasked, shrugging her shoulders.

 -

“Hmm?Aye, I know the place,” Ylva nodded. “You just head to Riverwood, then northacross the bridge and up the mountain. I’d suggest bringing some warm clothesif you plan on staying the night though, it can get pretty cold up there.”

#sieralon #now i feel like a multiple choice test xD #A) fellow dragonborn #B) pain-in-the-ass bosmer #and C) experienced hunter and survivalist #diariesofadragonborn #thaleidra #sacredtrials

[lostnord]

sieralon said:

((I miss frithy too. :c It would be awesome to have he and Sier adventure again. That was one of my favorite rps.))

((Then why don’t we? I want to get this blog moving again! Would Frith still know Sier now that he’s been overhauled, or would we be starting from scratch?))

#ooc #sieralon #reply

[sieralon]

Brief Headcanons

- Sieralon is 16 years old and residing in Skyrim, alone. He’s woefully ignorant of the world, but retains his childlike optimism and firm belief that nothing bad could possibly happen to him.

- As per usual, strangers are friends he hasn’t met yet. Despite meeting more than one unsavory type on his way up to Skyrim, he remains unshaken on this belief and dismisses the others as bad luck.

- He’s training to become a sorcerer. So far he knows fireball, sparks, and a very weak healing spell. My headcanon is that spells are incredibly difficult to learn, so for the interests of role play he’s unlikely to learn anything else.

 - Creatures with horns freak him out. Something about having spikes jutting out of something’s skull makes his skin crawl, and he’ll avoid anything--or anyone--that has them.

- According to Skyrim he’s already become of age, but to Altmeri society he is still very much a child. Altmer that met him so far have been mildly horrified at his lack of supervision, but since the young elf tends to weasel away from them rather quickly, nothing else has been done about it.

- He has no opinion on political affairs, and despite his parents being die-hard Thalmor supporters, doesn’t see them as anything but a tiny slice of home. A slice he would have preferred to leave on the Isles, but a slice nontheless.

#Sier Headcanon

[highkingofworms]

♚ {{ Sieralon }} ♚

“Rather far from home, are you not, boy?”

#sieralon #RP -/- Sieralon #Wearing the Crown #IC

[aicendor]

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Aicendor flushed a little at the fact that he’d been caught staring at another. “Ah...! I apologise, serah. I meant no offence - I assure you.” He replied apologetically, sub-consciously moving a hand to scratch his head. 

In a much quieter and sheepish voice he added, “I have a bit of an annoying habit of spacing out whilst I’m thinking, which sometimes ends up with me accidentally staring at people...”

#3 months later... #Literally as well - I'm so sorry! #*flops* #ask box meme #sieralon

[vvardenfellcat]

“Look on the bright side: you’ve still got me!” ((:3c))

The Khajiit slowly turned from glaring at the city gates to staring at the mer, ears flattened.

“I wasn’ finished with m’drink…” he muttered grumpily.

#sieralon #someone picked a fight with him and he got kicked out of the city #IT OK JHASI JUST ASK SIER TO BE A GOOD LAD AND FERRY YOU FOOD AND DRINKS #give him a few coins and tell him what you want its ezpz #:3c #sier is bawl of sunshine <3 #vvcat asks #vvcat #thanks for the ask! :D #jhasi is a grumpy old man sier dont take it personally #jhasi answers