the lilac beds

a little catalogue of niya's OCs.

all portraits are lined by me and colored by my partner (hehe)

syelae

orator for the earth, holder of the bells

before the cataclysm that wiped the world of the dead near clean of life, syelae was a humble city guard from the port town of oslitis, born with a hereditary curse of limited speech into a life of service they willingly embraced (a life reborn as penance for the first). their story is one of growing past their sense of duty into an individual of their own, one with wants and hopes and desires beyond the needs of those around them--something they failed to do even in their life before, with disastrous consequence.now bestowed with caretaking the element of earth (given based on their... stone-stubborn personality), their new priority is the safety of their found family, and finding the caster of their curse to end it at it's source... so they can truly live however they damn well please. and actually be able to hold an entire conversation for once in their life. and... maybe sing, something for the man who inspired them in the first place.

• lian
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faolán ó mordha

local witch, son of autumn

a naturally gifted alchemist who grew up in the fantasy equivalent of the midwest, who grew up making pocket change selling "love" and "smarts" potions to other kids his age (whether they actually did what they said was akin to russian roulette), and wandering the woods outside of his hometown, left to his own devices by a father who mourned the disappearance of faolán's mother and couldn't fathom how to bond with his magically inclined son. treated as a local curiosity and sort-of celebrity, he taught himself to be wary of everyone, for no one is ever truly interested in you as a person.forcibly snatched from this rather plain life into the feywild, this little changeling is now presented with a myriad of things to actually interest him, for once in his life; his warlock patron, the enigmatic curse-eater that seemingly spontaneously bestowed upon him a talisman and a book of spells in faolán's youth (the oldest creature in the feywild who has never offered patronage before, to anyone's knowledge); his sentient shadow, gained at the same time as his pact, something that is proving to be... much more than a simple doppelganger of himself; a fellow changeling, an equal who comes to represent both his greatest curiosity and his ego's unmaking; and of course, his absent mother. not that he even cares--he's just curious, of course.faolán is proud, intelligent, quick to wit and quicker to scorn, though if one manages to earn his respect, he will show patience and perhaps, even care. miraculously. as much as he would be loathe to admit as much.

• tiernan
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renfir rowangrove

monster hunter, son of mountains

wip

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uhren

god of twilight, escort of death

the god of Twilight and the time between, working hand in hand with Death itself; his job (and the job of his chosen assistants) is to guide newly departed souls back to the flow. regardless of how they lived their lives, every soul answers to him in the end--which makes him one of the more rather prolific deities, to say the least. there are accounts of shrines erected in his name to garner his good favor stretching well back into recorded history.beneath his iconic mask however, lies the sole remnant of the city of night, now banished to Tenebrius below for their failed attempt to fabricate their own god, using their highest priest--uhren--as the vessel (what they received instead was a creature not even gods can contend with). elevated to the status of godhood for singlehandedly putting the now warped population of his entire city to rest, he has not bonded with a single person since... until Chaos sends their own vessel to haphazardly do Twilight's job, and the old god finds himself in a battle of wits with the chosen of Destruction.while most, if they have seen him in person at all, only know him as a enigmatic masked figure whose voice is as cold as he looks, the old god is actually quite gentle and sentimental--just, closed off, isolating himself out of his sense of duty and respect for the role given to him. were one to get to know him, they would find a quietly introspective and curious man drawn to intelligence and unique charm.. who can even be made to laugh with the right words. whether he has done so since he was a mortal is very unlikely.

• slaine
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naoto

void-touched child, sun seeker

the children of the zariman ten-zero were not spared any trauma, and naoto is no exception. the son of loving parents who raised him on stories of his father's homeland, one they would hopefully return to visit after the maiden voyage (the wishful thinking of the colonized); unfortunately, his father's story would end there. victims of void influence, in their last moments naoto was forced to defend himself--as his fellow student, a daydreaming boy he hardly knew who had declared himself a leader in the chaos, was the one to put them to rest.naoto's time after is a bit of a blur, of post traumatic stress, navigating the uncanny horrors of orokin society, finding support wherever he can even if it will never be as good as it was before, surviving the war that followed. through it all he held on to his conviction, and maybe his own naive hope: that one day it would finally be quiet, peaceful--maybe even with in the presence of the golden boy who had saved him.when naoto is not being reminded of the past, he is a rather vibrant character; outspoken and passionate, quick to aid, with a snapping sense of humor and a repertoire of horrible puns. he spends a good deal of his time on Venus in fortuna, among like-minded people he's grown very fond of, or on his ship fine-tuning it's processes, engaging in his horribly nerdy and definitely secret hobbies, or.. revisiting his small collection of items saved from his cultural home. playing himself a song or two...and wishing his parents were there to hear it.

• usil
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razvan farahmand

sharp-tempered healer, beloved of memory

most would describe razvan as preening, hot-tempered and quick-witted, a small man with a big presence capable of holding his own against even the rowdiest of characters. and while they would be right, it isn't near half of what makes him as a person. the only child of an equally unflappable mother and quiet father, his curiosity for magic and alchemy was greatly encouraged and developed him into a very talented healer whose skills became sought after by the lower and middle classes, who preferred working with his surprisingly kind leniency and familiar disposition over licensed doctors... and unfortunately, he has a very hard time turning people away.while he does enjoy caring for people, in reality all he truly wants is to study more magic, leave the city and learn what other places have to offer, but his obligation to his people keeps him rooted in place, and his elevated status keeps most people at a respectful distance. leaving most of his time to himself spent alone, ironically enough--until he chances upon a neglected old shrine deep in the city's lower levels, and decides to add it to his never ending list of things to care for. landing him in the good graces of the quiet god hiding within.

• tael
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beithe

sweet eclectic, caretaker of life

a bronze dragon with themes of birch trees, open fields, and appreciation for the little things in life. he speaks in grand gestures with humor and optimism, persistently fond of life as a whole despite a long life span that... usually comes with a great deal of sorrow.beithe is a resident of the wood, the sweet old man you encounter where no person should be to tell you a tale that may or may not be cautionary, and with more questions than the answers he gives; the owner of the lovely cottage amongst the flowers who invites you in for treats and sends you off with the feeling of safety. he seems to have no real purpose in life, appearing from one place to the next as if he was always meant to be there, who everyone seems to know but knows nothing of. whether he's ever had real companions is uncertain, but if you are lucky, you can encounter him seemingly speaking to himself--or maybe there was a red-haired figure beside him. more likely it was a trick of the eyes.

• sidhe
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w'hite gray (hite)

combat medic, craftsman, sleepy guy

(hee-tay) my aesthetically comforting soft angel baby son whose story has blossomed exponentially since his creation, and has taken something of a backseat as a result, but i still cherish him every day.

• emjil
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hjativadr hvitrvorder (yadi)

successor of time, hard gay

my horny little (big) man whose main canon is as a WoL whose closely-linked azem predecessor is aion, but is flexible enough to run alongside a few others' canons too.

• lyrit 🌙
• samir ☀️
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