FACE CLAIM: Cillian Murphy(on @berrodtherapscallion ‘s suggestion!) NAME: Vaelyn Rousaux Rillek AGE: 46 HEIGHT: 6′9″ SPECIES: Elezen GENDER: Male NAMEDAY:
10th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
RESIDENCE: Ishgard MARITAL STATUS: Courting
ALIGNMENT: Neutral DRINK: Tea, water, occasional spirits FOOD: Light meals, Dodo/Fish DAY OR NIGHT: Day SNACKS: Fruits, veggies, spice cookies A FEW CURRENT SONGS On Their Playlist: Reminiscence - Olafur Arnalds Oblivion -2Cellos PET: He has a collection. COLOR: Red, White, Blue, Gold FLOWER: Marigold SEXUALITY: Demisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Monogamous BODY TYPE: Tall, slender, sharp featured, semi-frail EYE COLOR: A very pale shade of violet HAIR COLOR: Jet black, dark purple highlights
For every ☑ I get I will say one thing I really like about your muse.
I could gush about all your characters but I’ll give you one for Vaelyn since he is your main.
He’s a complicated character who I loved to hate in the beginning and then it became just adoration. The way you wrote Vaelyn slowly and gradually going through the HORRIBLE THROES of realizing he actually gives a shit about this idiot he hired to use was now a friend was amazing to see and felt rewarding. The more you melt of Vae the more there is to discover and delve into in interactions.
Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Toned thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned Stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thigh brows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Narrow shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.
Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.(just barely)
Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo.
A few here and there (two tattoos). Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe
piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital
piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing(s). Prince
Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip
piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears.
Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape
piercing(s). No piercing. Branded
Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make up.
Mikha "✎ = speaking in a different language ." for Vaelyn.
Vaelyn canted his head down to Mikha, blinking in his owlish way at the somewhat… pleasant? Yes, it was pleasant. The pleasant surprise of Mikha having gone so far as to learn another language. In truth it had never been expected, for the archer’s penchant for complaining when it came to learning, “Ah-ha.” Breathed the Lord, a hand raised to push his glasses by the bridge back up the path of his nose, “What has motivated this?”
Character designs for the main characters in The Road Not Taken (that’s not the final name for the comic, by the way)! Might change some details to perfect the designs, but so far I’m satisfied with the current looks!
From the right to the left: Eyil, Vaelyn, Nyree, Mavis and Groose!
Vaelyn gripped her shoulder, attempting to stem the flow of blood from the wound. The tear in the arcane was fading from sight, and with it, the outstretched hand of the huntsman, and his five dogs. She was unable to follow, given the broken concentration of a spear that had easily punctured the reinforced cloth she wore.
The half-elf sorceress was surrounded by nearly six dozen armed men, all whom circled around her like sharks in the water. An armored greave kicked her in the back, sending her crashing to the cold ground in a muted thud, teeth bared in pain as the wind was knocked out of her. The half end of an axe struck her in the back of the skull, jaring her vision, and sending lightning strikes of pain straight into her skull.
She could barely make out the unmistakable sounds of Lady Draygoth’s darker magics, working in conjunction with Venise as they fended off their small army of attackers. She couldn’t worry about them, as the old Dragonslayer could most certainly fend for herself, not to mention her student. She had sent Rory…somewhere, it was a quick teleportation spell but none the less it worked. She’d rather lose herself, than lose him.
Vaelyn fully expected to feel the cold, hungry bite of steel as she laid defenseless upon the floor, but instead, she was merely surrounded and held at spear’s edge. A man could be seen making his way through the crowd of heavily-armored soldiers, but she didn’t have time to give him the pleasure of introduction. She began to summon a fount of arcane from her own sizable reserve, though struggling to keep it hidden from her assailants. They couldn’t know of her intention, and so she focused on the blood spilling from her shoulder, appearing to simply be in pain.
When the suspected leader passed through to be seen, did she release that torrential manastorm of energy, blowing every guard around her back with a sheer wall of force. She conjured a tear in reality just below her, and fell into it. The explosion, was a safeguard to ensure no one could impale her during her frantic escape.
Reality was lost. Slivers of magic that resembled mirrors filled the infinite space of darkness and stars from which she fell into. Each one, a teleportation spell. A doorway, though in the universe, time and location were lost here, when supercharged with Arcane as Vaelyn was. She picked the nearest one, and willed herself to fall into the by-product of conjured Arcane, and inherent ley-line focus.
And thus, she found herself twenty years in the past.
Kaelyn was currently at Victor’s apartment. She had lied to her parents and said she was staying with a friend but what her naive parents didn’t know that she was currently in a crop top and underwear while having her arms wrapped around the older man as they watched American Horror Story.