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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 22:56 (2 Years ago)
maybe(?)
rl will settle soon hopefully

d12 male d1 female

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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 21:04 (2 Years ago)
Sent! Any one I don't have!!

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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 02:33 (2 Years ago)

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「 ✦ 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒂 ✦ 」
/sil•ver tongue ˌsilvər ˈtəNG/

...but hope seduces like a silver tongue, double-edged like a dagger that cuts both ways.
- Charlie Fletcher



Dezerae Li
OC Master Thread | Sister thread: Wrapped in Silk


Contents


▶ Literature
xxxxxxall things bloom technicolor ..... xxx
xxxxxxgarland (wip) ..... xxx
xxxxxxthe masquerade of two liyuen fatui harbingers (wip) ...... xxx
xxxxxxa songbird's echo (tasha) ....... xxx
xxxxxxreverie (lore) ...... xxx


▶ Illusion Studios: Moonflower
xxxxxxINTRO ...... xxx
xxxxxxMOODBOARD ..... xxx
xxxxxxGALLERY ...... xxx
xxxxxxPLAYLIST ..... xxx
xxxxxxVOICELINES .... xxx
xxxxxxheadcanons .... xxx
xxxxxxtv tropes....... xxx
xxxxxxaesthetic: ...... xxx
xxxxxxdaily schedule: ...... xxx
xxxxxxdezerae; schooling ..... xxx
xxxxxxflower language emails ....... xxx
xxxxxxcanvas card ...... xxx
xxxxxxreclamation arc ...... xxx
▶ Pantalone (Illusion Studios)____________
xxPROFILE ....... xxx
xxABOUT (DEZERAE) ....... xxx (fahrenheit)

▶ Alternate Incarnations
xxHis Dark Materials/Golden Compass
xxxxxxDaemon [Vince] ...... xxx
xxxxxxSettling story ...... xxx


xxHanahaki Disease AU
xxxxxxMarescent ....... xxx
xxxxxxINSERT I: Salix Babylonica ......xxx


xxRed Sky in Morning/Sailors take warning
xxxxxxProfile ...... xxx


xxFalseflower AU
xxxxxxProfile ...... xxx


xxPokemon AU
xxxxxxTeam ........ xxx























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{ Pending Additions }
- ray & her affected relationship with money: rich doesn't mean indulgent
- ray's strained relationship with her "kids"/the sins
- illusion studios' themes and their portrayal in canon

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Posted: Wed, 19/10/2022 18:02 (2 Years ago)
The moment he noticed the cut, Cado drew back and the touching stopped. Good Small ruby droplets were already accumulating on his hand and he felt his stomach twist in satisfaction at the blood. While the corvid was not necessarily bloodthirsty and the cut was rather small, he had to admit the sight was ... darkly gratifying. If he had it his way, he would've gouged his claws down the face of his captors, blood pooling out in a claret tide.

"Hm, no thanks I think I'll pass. Though your attempt at a threat is rather funny, you pick that up from Grahl's later pet?"

Lysander scoffed, becoming increasingly irritated by Cado's irreverent personality. How someone so stuck-up and conceited succeeded in training was beyond him, "One, don't call him that. Calverus isn't anyone's pet and neither am I. Second, No, Calverus is far too rash for a mere threat when you're right in front of him. He would've gone for the kill." He pointed out in a matter-of-fact voice. Lysander’s wariness was beginning to wane into irritation. It was always such a pain to deal with the arrogant and conceited. Cado could act as chipper as he wanted. Lysander knew enough not to be fooled.

He hoped that one day, Cado’s hubris got the better of him.

He hoped that one day, Cado died horribly.

“You want to know what it is like to die?” Lysander said coolly, “The truth is, it doesn’t feel like anything. Your brain literally stops functioning, your heart stops. It’s an ending to all forms of conscious thought and perception. That’s all I can and will tell you. I do hope we’re done here; I intend to take advantage of being alive once more — which entails not being stuck in a white box listening to you prattle your head off.”

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Posted: Wed, 19/10/2022 13:47 (2 Years ago)
Cash: 2,353,014
Item Bag: 3,511,080 - 4,177,667
Nuggets: 394,992 - 432,848
TOTAL: 6,259,086 - 6,963,529

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Posted: Mon, 17/10/2022 17:23 (2 Years ago)
Username: Immortes
corona-ayameko
Nickname?:
Immy/mor/mortes
Favorite Genre Of Writing?:
fantasy, sci-fi, a lil bit of horror
Other:
Glad to be back! I'm happy this club is still active!





Quote@Everyone: Who would be interested in writing a short story for October? Serendibite's suggestion is a good one! (Write a high fantasy story with a sad ending) What would you think of doing a ghost story this month for Halloween? :)

And for the spooky theme, I'll leave you with a quote from a spooky author...


I can take you up on this! Just gotta figure out what kind

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Posted: Sun, 09/10/2022 23:24 (2 Years ago)
Heck yes for star wars (:

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Posted: Sat, 08/10/2022 17:08 (2 Years ago)
wrong. it was marvel.

my life as a teenage robot

"All this cooking and reading and TV-watching while we cook and read."

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Posted: Sat, 08/10/2022 05:58 (2 Years ago)
Quote"Why, I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929, hahaha... So many orphans."

Alastor Hazbin Hotel

"Hey fellas. Anyone of you know where the Smithsonian is, I'm here to pick up a fossil."

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Posted: Sat, 08/10/2022 05:55 (2 Years ago)
xxxxxxxxxx
𝑳𝒚𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑽𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒂 𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏

"Counting boudies like sheep to the rhythm of war drums."

Pacifico - Ugly Casanova

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b'lyth official . male . fae/owlin hybrid . 24 . mentions of the mayer, the dœmon, eris
It wasn't hard to tell by the time Lysander set foot on the solid Snavian soil; nobody had expected any member of the B'lyth to arrive early. It gave the corvid some freedom to poke around in silence, the branded B'lyth sigil on his forearm carefully tucked inwards to avoid detection. His hands tucked deep into the pockets of his trench-coat, the corvid carved a quiet path down the street with a regal, controlled gait, his path almost inevitably towards the prison. A few creatures on the way, humans mostly, flashed him a dirty look or two — Owlins were not a very well liked species regardless of where you went given their history with the water fae — but he kept his gaze forward. Anger boiled in his gut, instincts urging him to use his gifts and remind them all of what he was capable of, but he didn't. His talons flicked in a restraining gesture as he grasped for patience. No, picking a fight was not what he was here to do. What sort of fae would he be if he lost control at the slightest of glances? He had higher standards. Occasionally, the corvid had to tilt his head in order to maneuver around an obstacle on his blind side; occasionally, he bumped into

The sun bore down on his ebon pelage, bringing with it a wave of burning heat. Scowling slightly, Lysander wove into the shadows to take advantage of the shade. The corvid's orders were simple this time, and for this reason, he insisted on going alone. He had never been one to accommodate for a group setting, and to work with others was to invite trouble and wasted time. Perhaps he was wrong to be so arrogant and dismissive of the others. By virtue of the rugged work any of them did before being trusted on a solo mission, some level of skill and competence was automatically required of them. Unfortunately, the corvid could only take so many snide remarks in a single day before he lost it and lashed out with his talons. Just one of the many reminders of the ways this odd curse seemed to be ruining his life. A single train of thought hummed in his mind, a single name.

Eris Everlast, the human girl. She's the one you want, your target, your prey. Somehow the word human aroused a slight whisper of doubt in his mind — human with magic seemed highly unlikely and with the skill to carve runes? Forget it. She had white hair, so what? You could never quite take rumors for what they were; news passed down along so many mouths lost the element of accuracy fairly quickly, and news spread around was up to the speaker's whims. In short, people shared what they wanted to. Thus, his motives did not lay on torture or sadism, but on the desire for investigation only. If he wanted answers, true answers, and resolve on what to do next, he needed to go to the source.

Sweeping into the dungeon front, his wings dragging on the ground, Lysander tried to hold his breath as he descended inwards. The prison was a pit of mold and rot, and the stench hit him head-on. Worse still, the claustrophobic confines of the cell walls pressed in on his sides, reminding him of the narrowing tunnel. His throat choked up painfully, breathing hitching as unwanted memories swarmed to the surface.

Soft, tittering laughter...a warm hand lazily moving down his shoulders...two brown eyes alight with malice as they surveyed him like a piece of meat. He swallowed it. Not now. This was not the time and place for Cado's memories to come up again.

He reached the cell and stopped short.

Gone.

No, Impossible.

The chains were slack, the door open.

Like she had traipsed out the door under the guard's noses.

They had promised he'd find her here, and she wasn't.

How had the mayor, this stupid mayor, failed to keep even a human child alone in the cell until the B'lyth sent someone? Foolish indeed! Teeth bared and feathers bristling, Lysander hissed sharply in disgust, the cells echoing with the trembling, inhuman reminder of his wrath that soon led to a series of (appropriately derisive) remarks about a people who couldn't contain a human child for even a day. The sound was still in the air when he had turned on his heel to leave, mind calculating. No, a simple human child would not have been able to escape - maybe she was elven after all - so the best course of action, for him at least, would be to start with observation.

About a half-block down the street, all of Lysander's senses went on alert as something pinged his senses. You see, among the few types of benefits for being Owlin, one of them was magical detection. Like a foxhound to the rabbit, magic was his scent, the trail he would follow. And what did he sense, rapidly receding? Daemon magic.

With an increasing sense of urgency, he followed his senses, instincts on full alert.

Hunting for the human girl with a trained methodism. And for answers.

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Posted: Sat, 08/10/2022 03:12 (2 Years ago)
My username is a oxymoron of a portmanteau, two words conjoined together that when taken seperately are perfect antonyms to each other. Given my love of the macabre and tragic, there is a darker side to my username, but it is based off the word Immortal - which has one obvious meaning; not mortal; living forever; never dying or decaying. Mortes (based a little off mortem which is death in latin) by itself has something to do with death as well. I loved the name Immortes; it is quite alluring in its own way, and now it's become my pen-name. (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

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Posted: Thu, 06/10/2022 18:55 (2 Years ago)

𝗟𝗬𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗔

Love no one, but your children and partners.
Trust no one, but your sword and yourself.


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Overview



Ooh, don't you find it strange?
Only thing we share is one last name


Name:
Lysander Voronova
Veawdirn - blood family name; he changed from this to voronova to honor his owlin blood and to spite his family.
Voronova - russian word for all corvids, such as crows.
Lysander - greek word for liberator


Gender:
Cismale | He/him

Age:
24 years old

Species:
Lysander is dominantly fae, however his owlin
traits are very much obvious in terms
of appearance and his lack of magic.

Allegiance + Religion:
Though secretly an atheist, Lysander reluctantly practices the Quenian religion as dictated by his family.
He does not agree with its superiority ideals.

Lysander is aligned with the elves/fae.
His family has strong ties to the By'lth, much to his distaste.




Psychology


Did I beat you at your own game?
Typical of me to put us all to shame


"I guess I do need some sugarcoating, don't I?"

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+ astute, witty, loyal, intuitive, strategic
= solitary, skeptical, bitter, perceptive, wry
— cynical, reserved, vindictive, cold, misanthropic

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A highly clever but introverted character, Lysander is often locked up in his own private rumination, and prefers to keep others at a distance. His methodical working style, which dictates logic and routine, is not necessarily for everyone. He tends to approach problems systematically, breaking bigger problems into smaller pieces that he can deal with easily. As a nod to his corvid race, Lysander is highly in tune with his mind, to his benefit. He is quick to identify and analyze patterns and trends, and he isn't above out-of-the-box solutions. In essence, he is the very definition of all brain and no brawn. In tandem with his mental acuity, Lysander is in possession of a wit whose purpose is entirely determined by context alone. In general, his wit is dry, and in times of strife, his humor can take a dark turn. Most people misinterpret his sardonic words as mocking or irreverent, but that is far from the truth. In reality, he takes every situation seriously, but he comes off as blunt in a way that is misinterpreted as callousness and insensitivity.

The corvid is slow to befriend and trust, his bitter demeanor creating an outer shell around him that is hard to breach. He sees the worst in people, and braces against betrayal by keeping up a constant vigilance. The kindest of his acquaintances call him reserved, those who dislike him call him paranoid. It's hard for him to lower his guard, and once he does, it seems that most of his discomfort stems from being vulnerable. Once his trust is earned, Lysander honors his friendships deeply. In truth, Lysander is fairly perceptive of his partner's emotions, and tends to see more than he likes to let on. He prefers to keep his reticence, thinking that actions speak louder than words. A stoic observer, Lysander is willing to sit down and listen to others peoples problems, pondering in respectful silence before offering a solution. When relaxed, his humor is not as biting, taking on a sly, teasing quality. Still, it's hard to describe him as warm.

His aloof behavior comes with a certain level of fear, of secret mistrust. Even though he keeps a calm and coldly charming demeanor, his thought impulses quickly spiral into worse-case scenarios and worry. Lysander is pretty defensive by habit, never truly relaxed, and always investigating. The slightest coalition prompts his interest; the whisperings of rumors always reach his ears one way or another. He is hyper-vigilant. Most of the time, his fears are unfounded. He knows how to make surface-level conversation to deflect suspicion, but his penchant for honesty and bluntness means he is more than capable of laying down hard criticism. Don't mistake his anxiety for submissiveness; Lysander knows how to keep a cool head while tearing into someone's psyche at the same time. Unfortunately, this tends to bring about the exact situation that he goes to avoid.

It's hard to earn his trust, but it's even harder, if not impossible, to regain it. Once betrayed, Lysander quickly becomes an enemy for life. The corvid is unrelenting to the point of ruthlessness, more than willing to hunt down and exact vengeance upon the poor unfortunate who crossed him. A betrayed Lysander is fiery and snide at best, openly vicious and murderous at worst. This penchant for brutality when he is crossed is often unexpected, as most people readily assume he does not have a temper readily on display. His words begin to snarl and bite, sinking into his opponents' weaknesses and tearing them into shreds. In the aftermath however, guilt haunts him incessantly as he inevitably mourns those lost relationships. He often times catches himself thinking about what they could have been if things had gone differently, a cycle of melancholy and somber thinking.


Welcome to the family jewels
Coal to diamond, sold to fools


Personality Type:

ISTJ/INTJ, 5w6, 6.3.1, Aquarius
The Architect | The Troubleshooter

Architects are full of contradictions. They are imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private, and curious yet focused. From the outside, these contradictions may seem baffling, but they make perfect sense once you understand the inner workings of the Architect mind. For these personalities, life is like a giant game of chess. Relying on strategy rather than chance, Architects contemplate the strengths and weaknesses of each move before they make it. And they never lose faith that, with enough ingenuity and insight, they can find a way to win – no matter what challenges might arise along the way.




Physiology

Lysander, by all accounts, is far from being considered physically robust, his figure built with lean angles and elongated limbs. Due to his owlin heritage, he is pretty tall, coming in at a little under two meters. His bearing is erect and wary, his eyes darting about as if he expects something to go wrong at any moment. Lysander's status as a hybrid is downright obvious, the experiments he was subjected to having changed in every physical way possible. His skin is fair but crisscrossed with scars usually hidden underneath his clothing. Instead of normal human eyes, Lysander's eyes have black sclerae, golden pupils, and black irises. Extending just below his shoulder blades is a massive pair of wings that stand out as the most overt indicator of his avian genetics. His wingspan is colossal, easily three times his height, and extends nearly twenty feet from wing tip to wing tip. His feathers are jet black and shine like polished gems.

Similarly, ebony plumes curl up like smoky tattoos around his eyes, wrists, and neck. Going downwards, one will often be surprised that his legs resemble and feet form talons instead of standard human feet. His skin turns black around the knee area, brightening to a deep slate gray with his talons. A similar pattern can be seen on his forearms, stretching slightly below his elbows. Due to their curved shape, Lysander's claws are more than capable of tearing flesh and dealing dreadful wounds. Thankfully, Lysander only really uses his talons as landing gear, built for gripping walls and branches. His face is considered somewhat angular, similar to a pear. His ears are pointed like an elf's, and a tuft of feathers sprouts behind his ears. He has no problem communicating his decisive nature, eyes conveying truth at a glance.

The hybrid has reluctantly adopted human fashions and wears a long beige trench coat with a hood to hide his unusual features. Whenever possible, he flies high in the sky out of human sight, taking advantage of cloud cover. He's even gotten a pair of earrings; he claims it's to help him blend in, but in reality, it's because he cannot help hoarding all kinds of shiny objects.


Height: 185 cm (6'1)
Weight: 6 kilograms
Skin Tone: Pale and fair
Hair Style: Lysander's hairstyle is ruffled and spiky, yet it gleams like polished onyx. It's prickly shape is an allusion to his prickly nature. [ xxx ]
Hair Colour: Lysander's hair is pitch black like crow's feathers
Eye Colour: Lysander's eyes are an unusual sight with black sclarae, golden irises, and a black pupil that dilates and shrinks according to his moods. [ xxx ]
Clothes: beige trench coat - formalwear - boots
Wings: Jet black and massive, they are a sight to behold. Though intrinsically beautiful, they are a source of stigma for him, as they are the main aspect of his owlin blood that he is unable to hide on a constant basis. Additionally, due to their size, they make agility and mobility in tight spaces on the ground difficult.
Other: earrings




Pass the parcel, wrap, unwrap, and open up the locks
Out come flying all the secrets of Pandora's box


Magic


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— former aerokinesis user —
Due to his owlin curse, Lysander's magic became significantly weakened as a child
before disappearing completely as an adult. This means that unlike other fae, he
is completely powerless.



Oh, you think I'm unfit
Little did you know that I was cut for it



History:

"Expectation is the root of all heartache"
- William Shakespeare


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No glass slipper will ever fit
'Cause I could never see a diamond in it


Sexuality: Bisexual
Voice Claim: Troy Bakers - Dr. Banner (Avengers)


Family said that I decided to live a loveless life
Is it my fault we stay divided? 'Cause I got too much pride

Trivia
- Sometimes, it's hard to tell if he's making a sarcastic quip or being absolutely serious. Unless you're on his good side, Lysander usually refuses to clarify.
- Absolutely despises the elves for their immorality, during Phillipa's reign. He sees their posturing as both wasteful and hypocritical.
- Largely averse to killing and eating birds





Relationships

[thyrsis veawdirn] - father - negative

[eriphyle veawdirn] - mother - neutral

[isaiah] - brother - neutral/positive/regret

[calverus veawdirn] - half-brother - neutral-negative

[cado albistel] - cousin - negative

[calin albistel] - cousin - neutral


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[size=6][b][i]"Counting boudies like sheep to the rhythm of war drums."[/b][/i][/size]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4dctjz3tUk]Fire - The Score (carry on)[/url]

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Posted: Wed, 28/09/2022 23:16 (2 Years ago)




𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀 • 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐈

Hislerim (ft. Zerrin) - Serhat Durmus
𝟷:𝟶𝟷 ───ㅇ───── 𝟹:𝟹𝟺
「 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀?
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 」




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Posted: Tue, 27/09/2022 01:54 (2 Years ago)
Quote


"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws."

- Jim Morrison

Username:
Immortes

Name
Lysander Voronova
"Corvus" - Close friends, acquaintances
"Acheron" - Previous code name in canon verse


Age:
24 years of total life

Gender:
Cismale || he/him

Fandom:
Star Wars
(canon trilogy || swtor)

Appearance:
note that there are a few differences from the above image, but most of it is the same color palette wise.

Lysander is tall, but he is not strong or burly in terms of physical bulk or girth. The


Personality:
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A highly clever but introverted character, Lysander is often locked up in his own private rumination, and prefers to keep others at a distance. His methodical working style, which dictates logic and routine, is not necessarily for everyone. He tends to approach problems systematically, breaking bigger problems into smaller pieces that he can deal with easily. As a nod to his corvid race, Lysander is highly in tune with his mind, to his benefit. He is quick to identify and analyze patterns and trends, and he isn't above out-of-the-box solutions. In essence, he is the very definition of all brain and no brawn. In tandem with his mental acuity, Lysander is in possession of a wit whose purpose is entirely determined by context alone. In general, his wit is dry, and in times of strife, his humor can take a dark turn. Most people misinterpret his sardonic words as mocking or irreverent, but that is far from the truth. In reality, he takes every situation seriously, but he comes off as blunt in a way that is misinterpreted as callousness and insensitivity.

The corvid is slow to befriend and trust, his bitter demeanor creating an outer shell around him that is hard to breach. He sees the worst in people, and braces against betrayal by keeping up a constant vigilance. The kindest of his acquaintances call him reserved, those who dislike him call him paranoid. It's hard for him to lower his guard, and once he does, it seems that most of his discomfort stems from being vulnerable. Once his trust is earned, Lysander honors his friendships deeply. In truth, Lysander is fairly perceptive of his partner's emotions, and tends to see more than he likes to let on. He prefers to keep his reticence, thinking that actions speak louder than words. A stoic observer, Lysander is willing to sit down and listen to others peoples problems, pondering in respectful silence before offering a solution. When relaxed, his humor is not as biting, taking on a sly, teasing quality. Still, it's hard to describe him as warm.

His aloof behavior comes with a certain level of fear, of secret mistrust. Even though he keeps a calm and coldly charming demeanor, his thought impulses quickly spiral into worse-case scenarios and worry. Lysander is pretty defensive by habit, never truly relaxed, and always investigating. The slightest coalition prompts his interest; the whisperings of rumors always reach his ears one way or another. He is hyper-vigilant. Most of the time, his fears are unfounded. He knows how to make surface-level conversation to deflect suspicion, but his penchant for honesty and bluntness means he is more than capable of laying down hard criticism. Don't mistake his anxiety for submissiveness; Lysander knows how to keep a cool head while tearing into someone's psyche at the same time. Unfortunately, this tends to bring about the exact situation that he goes to avoid.

It's hard to earn his trust, but it's even harder, if not impossible, to regain it. Once betrayed, Lysander quickly becomes an enemy for life. The corvid is unrelenting to the point of ruthlessness, more than willing to hunt down and exact vengeance upon the poor unfortunate who crossed him. A betrayed Lysander is fiery and snide at best, openly vicious and murderous at worst. This penchant for brutality when he is crossed is often unexpected, as most people readily assume he does not have a temper readily on display. His words begin to snarl and bite, sinking into his opponents' weaknesses and tearing them into shreds. In the aftermath however, guilt haunts him incessantly as he inevitably mourns those lost relationships. He often times catches himself thinking about what they could have been if things had gone differently, a cycle of melancholy and somber thinking.

Abilities:
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Cryokinetic Essence - force ability
[ words ]

Aerokinesis - force ability
[ words ]

Telekinesis - force ability
[ words ]

Flight - physiological ability
[ words ]


Alliance:
Guardian, former sinner

Palpad?:
GET ME IN THERE RIGHT NOW—

Password:
Please pay 4.99 to continue the poem

Other:
hehehe angst and trauma boy go brr


Wip sorry!

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Posted: Thu, 22/09/2022 23:48 (2 Years ago)
This twisted cat and mouse game always starts the same
First we're both down to play, then somehow you go astray
We went from nothing to something, liking to loving



Quote from lys oneThe room which held the still stirring body of what was formerly a corpse was pure white, a box of sterile walls in which the only color seemed to be the silver tendrils snaking up the confines of the cell. The color of dehumanization was illuminated by the artificial lights hidden in the ceiling, out of sight of the unfortunate prisoner held inside. Solitary confinement was a tried and tested method among the Grysk, a method of sensory deprivation that inevitably led to feelings of abandonment and solitude. The Grysk and those that they brought into their fold were a cold, impersonal sort, their gazes aloof and empty and wrong. They had not the gaze of people, but of vessels deprived of their souls. 

Alone in his cell with no one but his thoughts to keep him company, Lysander contemplated his revival in silence. The quiet was refreshing, in fact, a welcome break from the screaming in his head. It was as if a massacre was taking place next door, the wails of the ethereal spirits echoing through his head in a terrible anthem. Had Lysander been able to express himself instead of being weighed down by sleep, he was certain he would have cried out. It was the pounding in his head and choking in his throat that he hated most. The sedative the Grysk injected into his veins was very potent, drowning him in unconsciousness less than a second after it was injected. The officers knew what they were doing. It had been some time now since he’d been imprisoned. Even though he felt alert, Lysander’s mind was still groggy, the lingering tendrils of sleep still embedded deep in his mind. Upon waking up, he realized that the Grysk had taken his gear already, as well as his armor. Rather expected, but still unsettling nonetheless. He was alone, now, with no way to defend himself.

Unsettled, the corvid paced the length of his cell, desperately searching for a way out, or at the very least, another object. The walls were perfectly smooth, so climbing up the walls was likely not going to be an option. Nothing stuck out to him, in fact, not even a bench he could hide under. Lysander’s wings, which were already starting to bristle, drooped along his back, unease prickling at his gut. His normally glossy plumage was now coarse and prickly, a sign that he hadn’t gotten to preen in a day or two. Not only did he have little knowledge of why he was here, but he also had little idea on what to expect. The Grysk were a fairy tale, ghost stories that existed solely to whet the tongues of children with the first taste of fear. Most sources labeled them as apocryphal myths, fire-side horrors.

But the Grysk weren't stories, they were real. So, Lysander should've felt prepared right? He should know what to expect if he was their prisoner right? But he didn't. Since he woke up, Lysander had been kept totally alone. Alone. A bitter memory rose to the surface of his mind, the rebels - the people he'd called friends - denouncing his name as a traitor and a villain. Alone. Abandoned. Suddenly, Lysander stood ramrod straight, his senses flooded with apprehension. Someone had just appeared at the end of the corridor, a soldier perhaps, and was heading toward his cell. To talk?

No, they wouldn't be so friendly with him, a prisoner.

His grogginess fading into adrenaline and dread, Lysander tried to reach out with the Force to figure out who this person was. Their motives were similarly mysterious and unreadable, like seeing through a dense morning fog. He pushed further and a sharp pain seared through his head. Lysander staggered backwards, his legs suddenly reduced to jelly as the pain persisted. At last, he was forced to relent, eyes squeezed to slits against the pain. So his abilities were gone too. Clearly, the Grysk had gone to great lengths to ensure his helplessness. By this time, his nervousness and relative discomfort was rapidly giving way to paranoia and fear. Inaction and confined spaces bred these feelings in him, the two states greatly associated with torture and pain.

His options wasted, all the corvid could do was sit on the floor, his wings tucked around him against the chill. His mind was filled with worst case scenarios courtesy of his paranoia, but with nothing at his disposal, all he could do was wait sullenly as the person entered. It was a man, his age, human. Something was familiar about him, a sense of malign intent he couldn't put his finger on. Dressed in all white, with eyes full of malice and curiosity.


Quote from cado one written by Eli_vanto
Cado strode down the white halls before stopping at the cell door. Finally he threw open the door, entering into the room. He took a moment to look at the shaliz'na, his expression curling up into a "friendly" smile, though it appeared more smug. He pulled a hand through his hair before finally speaking.

"What, you don't remember me, Birdie?" He said with a small chuckle. He shook his head, continuing the small melodramatic act. "You wound me. After everything we've been through, for you to forget me so easily. You look like a mess. How far the mighty alien has fallen, am I right?"

Quote from lys two written by immortes
A topaz colored orb narrowed when Cado entered the cell, posturing himself like the flamboyant soul he had always been. But where this attitude had been previously merely insufferable, the harsh sterility of the cell made the other male’s demeanor eerie. Flamboyant and something more…sinister and discordant like water and oil. The shaliz’na cocked his head left to get a clearer view. The action made his heart clench slightly, a sharp and somber ache coming from memories he couldn’t recall. But naturally he blamed it on Cado, his mind latching onto the present as an anchor. Because there were other memories buried there too, sensations and voices from another time. The flash of a blood saber, the burning blade slashing through his chest in a smooth, well executed stroke, soreness and pain from this fight and so many others like it.

Without missing a beat, the mocking introduction leading to xenophobic innuendos, the word alien making its appearance. Great, so the Grysk hated nonhumans too. He would’ve thought he escaped it. “Oh, you, the person who killed me. Sorry, your name often slips my mind.” Lysander griped, taking advantage of Cados words to throw a jab right back, “Bet you’re surprised to see that I’m actually not dead."

Flame, effulgence and cutting, ripping through his core, the battlefield tilting sideways as hazy tendrils of oblivion reached to claim his form. Lightsabers were effective killing machines, hence was their design. But it was this novel feeling of falling into the void the color of his wings, a sense of the unknown that scared him.

The images were there, and gone in an instant, leaving him slightly bewildered. Blinking, he forced the images away into the alcove's of his mind. But there was only so long Lysander could hover on this topic without seeming too vulnerable. “But since you’re running this show. enough about me. Why don’t you tell me why I’m here. And what the hell these Grysk have done for you.”


Quote from cado two written by eli_vanto
Cado just laughed at the attempted jab, rather unbothered. It was always more fun when people played along. He strolled further into the room, beginning to circle the shaliz'na. The human very clearly taking advantage of the power he now held.

"Suprised? Not as much as you'd maybe like to think." He said, though he purposefully did not elaborate. He stopped for a moment, catching the small flicker of emotion coming from Lysander. Cado could hardly recall the last time he'd had this much fun. The Grysk weren't exactly the greatest sources of entertainment, such stern beings with little to say outside of their work. Quite similar to most Sith in that manner he supposed.

He just offered another one of his false smiles and finally replied. "Why? Why do I do anything, Birdie? Because it's fun, because I can, because what is anyone gonna do to stop me? And as for why you are here? Well, I guess you'll find out soon enough, yes?"

Cado pivoted, facing Lysander. He approached the corvid, reaching up to pat their head as if he was speaking with a beloved family pet. "Don't worry, it won't be that bad. I think it will be quite exciting personally. Just stay positive, Lys! You're good at that, if I recall correctly?"

"Tell me, what was it like to die? How did it feel? What did you see, what did you think?"

Quote from lys post three written by immortes
Out of all the responses Lysander expected, a cackling laugh wasn’t one of them. The corvid raised an eyebrow, feathers rippling in a gesture of unsettled calm as the Sith chuckled openly. Cool azure eyes met gold in a mocking display, easily deflecting the verbal blow like it was nothing. The corvid tensed in displeasure, good eye turning to follow the sith as he prowled closer, pride in every step. Cado circled around the restrained avian like a mountain cat, his expression one of greed as he gazed over his possession. Lysander forced down a wince as he was forced to turn his head further in order to keep his captor in view, which was made easier by Cado’s voice. The corvid knew the Sith was just toying with him rather than openly seeking to cause him harm.

Not in the way you may expect. Did that mean Cado had been planning this the entire time? The corvid's pupils shrank slightly. “You knew I was going to be captured then, after my revival.” He muttered, not entirely believing his words.

Suddenly Cado disappeared altogether, Lysander’s good eye widening as the sith stepped into his blind spot and out of view. Given the way he was currently restrained, Lysander found himself in a highly helpless position, and he couldn’t help a small squirm when he heard Cado mocking him again. It wasn’t normally a problem around individuals he was comfortable around, but strangers? No, being on his blind side put him on edge, exposing him to a layer of vulnerability he did not normally exhibit freely among strangers. Cados lighthearted tone was so at odds with the emptiness of the cell. Fun. “Oh, but capturing an individual or a prisoner requires strict calculation and precision. Had you really been here for fun, I wouldn’t be here in this cell. So out with it."

Lysander's answer came sooner than expected. Stepping back into view with a jarring abruptness that made the corvid jump in his restraints, the Sith reached out with a gentle touch, fingers caressing the top of Lysander’s hair in a warm caress. The first stroke was enough to elicit an angry hiss. Get off! Instinct flared from a mind too wound tight to comprehend the touch as anything more as a threat.Claws flicked free and dashed a small red nick on Cados hand. “Don’t touch me.” Positivity be damned. “And no, last I checked I was unrelentingly negative.” Always would be, the way his life was going.

The shaliz’na was too tense at first to register the question fully, but when he did, he drew back like an offended cobra. What was death like? Lysander's eye narrowed to a slit, “Why, take these restraints off, and I’ll show you.”


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Posted: Thu, 15/09/2022 02:19 (2 Years ago)
Claim @Tsukoyomi

art pending (moon, sunset, bird)

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Posted: Mon, 05/09/2022 02:25 (2 Years ago)


Staggering under the heft of the bags that were just small enough to fit on his gangly shoulders, Lysander all but lurched towards the door under the heft of his encumbering load. Common prudence bid the corvid pack light, but his brother always had a method of getting his paws on the most irrelevant trinkets. It wasn't like he needed them for anything because the life of an apocalypse survivor Gritting his teeth, he straightened himself through sheer pride alone, refusing to be weighed down by a few bags. The corvid had half a mind to make the torrocat-near-human carry his own bags, if not to teach the felid an important lesson about packing. Maybe if he didn't keep so much irrelevant junk on him, the bags would be light enough so that he wouldn't mind carrying them. As Lysander reached for the doorknob, he realized that one of his hairs had gotten tangled on the earring he wore on his left ear. Amber glittered in the warm lamp-light - the muted glow of faux metal that was in reality composed of a merely precious stone. The fight to get it free was a short affair, dexterous talons well suited for precise tasks managing to coax his locks free with minimal fuss. Irritated, he shook his head; those earrings were getting to be more and more trouble. But the glow was hypnotic and alluring — a corvid's weakness for petty jewels and photogenic flashes. No longer distracted, Lysander tugged the fabric of his biege trenchcoat tighter around himself and exited the door.

Stepping outside, Lysander took a brief moment to let his eyes adjust to the blinding onslaught of light before continuing on. Spreading like starburst, the overload of visual stimuli stung and left him briefly blinded. Soon, the world un-blurred from the presence of lubricating tears, spreading out into fine, detailed focus.

WIp


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Posted: Sun, 04/09/2022 15:40 (2 Years ago)
i'll res a spot once i finish reading the text wall of lore lmfao

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Blacksmith

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Posted: Fri, 26/08/2022 00:11 (2 Years ago)
I got voiceclaims for de kids too ^V^
The raven boi is Sebastian Stan in The Winter Soldier
The daughter of Seth is Billie Eilish in Bury A friend

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