Tyrdia
chasseuri
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- 1 year, 6 months ago
- Creator
- surgeviper
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"W.I.P"
Everything's a w.i.p from the 2nd to the 8th tab.
Her voice is sharp yet nice to the ears, a glacial undertone and light echo making it easily recognizable. It seems difficult for her to speak, there often are some guttural groans accompanying her tone when she says more than a few sentences.
He's never learned to write and doesn't really care to do so. If he tried it would be approximative, trembling and uneven. Cursive and oddly nice but definitely not done by someone used to it.
Appearance stuff about your character.
Sklaer doesn't wear any clothes in any of his forms.
Sklaer doesn't have accessories either.
Sklaer has large marks ressembling lightning on the under of his wings, wether they are scars or marks of a long-time curse they are clearly unnatural. He's the only one who would know when and how he got them– and it's not something that he'd go around answering.
- His glowing parts are of a green almost white.
- The thunder marks on his wings are only on the interior.
- Under his horns he has longer feathers, they're not ears.
He wishes to become an architect– he doesn't particularly yearns to be known but his goal would be to be respected enough to be able to take most if not all decisions in his plans. He'd never want to do something that he'd not be proud of.
He doesn't really hope for anything to happen in life– or at least he tries to not. He's someone that thinks that hopes can only bring disappointment and are more destructive than they are inspiring.
While as he is quiet most things about him are secrets of sorts, the biggest one without doubt that he always managed to hid is his mark; no one ever saw it nor knows what it looks like. Some know where it is but that's about it and no one knows that he already found his soulmate, too.
He tries really hard not to dream of anything but he can't help imagining a world where he'd have the courage to accept the link and go to Zéphyr.
Personality stuff about your character.
- Animals, especially felines and reptiles.
- The night and the sea, if he could he'd live near the ocean.
- Black coffee and dark chocolate, even if he doesn't eat a lot of the latter.
- Loud people and places, it quickly gives him a headache.
- Meeting new people, it is quite the inconvenience for him.
- His uncertainty, the decisions he's too much of a coward to take.
- Hospitals, of his own volition he'd never never go there.
- Showing too much of his skin or having others touch him.
- Public attention, he dislikes having to be on the center of the conversation.
Arrow is quiet and normally staying far from the conversations. Lots of noise is tiring for him so he rarely stays in a room with it unless he is obligated to. In conversations his words are rare and he whispers them more than anything. He hates physical contact so he doesn't let people touch him or even stand too close. He's cold and defensive when there's a conflict and while he won't punch first he does insult easily if he feels threaten. He is very anxious all the time but it's not obvious since he hides it terribly well. In general he learned to hide his feelings very soon and he is good at it, few people can tell the difference between him annoyed or glad. He keeps his guard up with almost everyone and is far from being open to conversations with others.
Arrow doesn't care what others do as long as they don't hurt others. He's very judgmental and very passive-aggressive towards those that do and absolutely won't ever want them near him or his loved ones. He doesn't forgive easily so he'll hold a grudge for a long time –or forever. He thinks that no one is really better than anyone else, there's just people he doesn't respect, a few that he does and the majority that he doesn't care about.
- He reads books every night for hours before going to sleep.
- He isn't one to stay on his phone often, he just listens to music sometimes.
- He has a notebook where he details concepts of structure that he had the idea of or better alternatives for existing buildings he saw.
- When he is stressed he tends to touch where his mark is on his lower stomach.
- When he speaks on the phone he walks rapidly in circle during the whole call.
- When he is distracted or bored in lessons he often doodles random things. Sometimes it's birds or buildings– and sometimes it's Zéphyr.
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- Speed
- Diplomacy
- Resistance
- Communication
- He's learned calligraphy when he was young.
- He draws a lot and has become quite good at it.
- He knows six languages (english, french, portuguese, russian, japanese and arabic) and has a surprisingly good accent in each.
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- He has a real sense of both aesthetic and practicity and it especially shows in his buildings' concepts.
- He is a very quick learner and is hardworking enough to master almost any subject quicker than most.
the last desert,
It was an echo, at first. Some disturbances in the desert, a subtle change in the wind. It was hard to pick up. Something that was just enough to feel wrong but too vague to be certain anything was different to begin with. He wasn't sure why he was the only one to wonder. All the others were flying around for whatever thing was occupying them and only him –the deformed young bronze that no one ever called– tracked what seemed more like a disaster as minutes passed. The inconsistencies became anomalies, the breeze that had disappeared became an odd wind that was changing directions all the time. Slowly, until the sand became rock, he followed. When he was met with the heart of the storm he couldn't remember if he was doing it out of pure curiosity or because he craved to help but it didn't matter. It didn't matter when the shadow appeared and it didn't matter when it struck him. Nothing in himself was the same anymore yet he didn't change as much as he would think he did. He was different until the last scale, until the last blood drop. Was it even still blood? It felt changing, sparkling, as if somehow he had nothing more than an illusion running through his veins. Everything seemed both here and not here and while he could recognize time magic no matter what form it took this time was unrecognizable. It was familiar, natural, yet terrifingly different.
- Arrow and Sylvia's parents are soulmates and their mark is a tangle of brambles; their father had it on his left cheek while their mother had it on the back of her right hand, slightly towards the front left of it.
- The glow of their parent's mark was green olive– Arrow and Zéphyr's is more of a rainbow.
- Sylvia's mark is some curves that forms a sort of cut circle. She has it in the middle just under her chest. She's still searching for her soulmate.
- Arrow was very late to say his first words, to the point where at the hospital everyone thought he was mute. When he finally spoke it was a “hi” that was barely understandable.
- The reason why Arrow got so many tattoos isn't because he loves them; it was because he wanted desperatly to hide his mark by making others think that his mark was one or part of one of his tattoos so that they'd stop asking him –and trying to find it. As he was hiding his skin for the entire high school he's counting on the fact that no one really knows which tattoo was already there at that time and which wasn't. Except his twin sister, of course, but she learned to not try to know what was his mark.
- Architecture, studies it all the time.
- Reading, basically anything he finds.
- Drawing, even if most of it are building sketches or distracted doodles.
- Living without hurting others.
- Staying as far from others as possible.
- Never being the reason Zéphyr die or suffers.
- His favorite thing of all is his mark.
- His favorite tattoo is the one on his left hand– it's also his first tattoo.
- His favorite color is normally black but he's become quite fond of yellow recently.
- His piercings, all simple silver jewelry.
- A classical black and white oversized suit, messy and damaged.
- His structures notebook, a pure black one with his name written in small in a corner with a silver ink.
He'd ignore them and avoid any contact if possible. He considers any person he doesn't know as bad on principle or at the very least negative for him.
He only has a few friends and all of them were friends of Zéphyr first. It takes a lot of him to use that term but once he does he'll treat them quite closely and might even accept some light physical contacts.
He is a mess when it comes to his way of dealing with attraction and, while completely lovesick, he'd navigate between trying to run away and kiss them.
He hates his parents, even if hate is actually a stronger word than what he actually feels. It might be closer to a complete indifference. He wouldn't regret them if they died and thinks they shouldn't have had children.
He has cousins that he never met– he doesn't plan on changing that. If they found him he'd ignore them completely.
He's not one to actually have a rival as he doesn't care enough about what others do and he certainly never compare it to what he himself does so he wouldn't see anyone as his rival.
While he knows where to place who in which category and already figured out in his terms if someone is bad or not he still greatly dislikes any contact with them and will avoid it as much as he can.
The only ones he'd give this title to are Sylvia and Zéphyr. There's simply no one he'd be more relaxed with than them. Accepting any form of physical contact and not minding even being in the worst places as long as they're here.
A lot calmer, he'd try to stay close to his partner almost all the time, even if it's just a light touch.
He only has one sibling who is his twin sister– he's always been close to Sylvia which is quite surprising given they didn't exactly grow together. He knows her best so he closely takes care of her.
Same as for the cousins, he doesn't even know most of their names and has no interested in meeting them. They've not tried to see them in more than twenty years, anyways, so there's no reason that it'll change.
He doesn't have any enemy either but if someone tried to hurt his loved ones he'd do everything to get them to stop.
He's more than I could ever describe. So perfect it hurts, radiant sun in a blackened world. His existence alone is what's keeping me above the water, every single detail I notice, every single anecdote I hear there's not a thing in him that would make me love him less. I try to be ready to die and I am but then he smiles at me once and I cling to life like there's nothing I've more wanted. I can't do anything about it– it's bittersweet.
She's always been my only family, the person I love the most in the world –it's what I'd like to say and think. No matter what, she's the only constant in my life. Her and my damn illness. Even if I'll run away soon she's always going to be the one person I regret meeting daily. Maybe she already knows I'll go and just doesn't comment on it; she always understands so much without me needing to say anything.
- He's a design I bought so there's not really a story behind his design on my part, just thought he was the coolest dragon design ever and I fell in love the second I saw him.
- Like for all my characters, I wanted him to be in the Warcraft universe which means I had to face the problem that the existing wyverns in WoW aren't like this at all
- and that infinite dragons, what he completely looks like,
- have, well, six limbs not four.
- So I just said that he was born without front arms which alone managed to inspire the rest of his story.
- Didn't really felt like making him invested in any time matters so he's just a corrupted grumpy boy who lives somewhere and I love him so much for that– and for the rest, ever seen a baby like this?
- I'm so predictable tho, all my favorite characters have either a very dark or very light palette and they're either silent grumpy anti-heros or adorable sunshines.
