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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 22:56 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 21:04 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 02:33 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 19/10/2022 18:02 (2 Years ago) |
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.” [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 19/10/2022 13:47 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 17/10/2022 17:23 (2 Years ago) |
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! I can take you up on this! Just gotta figure out what kind [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 09/10/2022 23:24 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 08/10/2022 17:08 (2 Years ago) |
my life as a teenage robot "All this cooking and reading and TV-watching while we cook and read." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 08/10/2022 05:58 (2 Years ago) |
Alastor Hazbin Hotel "Hey fellas. Anyone of you know where the Smithsonian is, I'm here to pick up a fossil." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 08/10/2022 05:55 (2 Years ago) |
"Counting boudies like sheep to the rhythm of war drums." Pacifico - Ugly Casanova ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:01 ───ㅇ───── 2:31 b'lyth official . male . fae/owlin hybrid . 24 . mentions of the mayer, the dœmon, eris 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. 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. [ 860 words
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Posted: Sat, 08/10/2022 03:12 (2 Years ago) |
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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. ![]() Overview Ooh, don't you find it strange? Only thing we share is one last name Name: Lysander Voronova 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?" — — — ╔════════════════════════════╗ + astute, witty, loyal, intuitive, strategic = solitary, skeptical, bitter, perceptive, wry — cynical, reserved, vindictive, cold, misanthropic ╚════════════════════════════╝ 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 — 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 - William Shakespeare [wip] No glass slipper will ever fit 'Cause I could never see a diamond in it Sexuality: Bisexual Voice Claim: Troy Bakers - Dr. Banner (Avengers) 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 [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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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 」 ![]() [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 22/09/2022 23:48 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 15/09/2022 02:19 (2 Years ago) |
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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 [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 04/09/2022 15:40 (2 Years ago) |
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