𝔸 𝔻𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙

⚔️ char

*Screaming, clutching her pearls.*

"Yes...? Can I help you?"

Introducing

"Heyo, welcome to Gold-Hand Ranch darlin! We got fruits, berries, some eggs, oh!!! We also got flowers!"

Lucas Crawthorne

"Sup, names Lucas, how ya doin??"

Lorelei appears as a female drow with dark skin, long white hair braided in a floor-length braid, purple eyes with black irises, and wears a blue dress with a large neckline.

☽ Lorelei OC
☽ muse 80+/mun 30+/minors DNI
☽ mv/ms
☽ she/they
☽ Drow-Bard with split personality
☽ Her second personality is a psychopathic killer
☽ there will be swear, mentions of violence, blood, etc. on the account
☽ NSFW
☽ DMs are open

𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙚
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪
𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨...

#MVRP • #OCRP

Conflicted

He's somewhere inside of his own mind. Calm, but a passenger.

The Hunter has the reins, and his rage is causing the blood in his veins to boil. The winter wolf howls over the ridge, and his body knocks an arrow. The cold wind howls back. The Hunter remains as silent as the night.

His body had been but his Goddesses 'Hunter' had taken over. Enraged, his body had it's own agenda.

He took a long drink.

"I was hurt and they were surprisingly skilled. It was an hour of pitched battle. I came out victorious, but barely conscious. That's when you came upon me in the woods. I could give more details, but I am hardly a braggart."

And he hadn't been there. Not really.

~

"Well, I tracked the Shadow Dancers and their slaves into the deep woods where you found me. They'd set up shop inside the orc encampment. Two escaped, I slew the others - but the newly freed bandits only saw me for what my skin says I am, and assumed I was there to make them my own."

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"Raiders. A small collection of Shadar-Kai, too bold with some orc slaves. They took a wedding ring and dowery from an acquaintance's caravan, and I had to get it back."

He drank deeply of his cup, before receiving a refill and tipping it towards her again.

For the rest of us?

Furs, layers, magic, and fire lead the pathway through the long night of Icewind Dale, Ren Towns, and the Spine of the World.

Winters in the north are when the land is most honest about its intentions to you, if you are of the realm of men, elves and other folks - goodly or otherwise. Only a few of the planetouched, the frost giants, and the creatures of cold itself can manage unaided.

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Edit from TikTok

"I don't need your help!"

a blind witch from A Discovery of Witches

sees folks via their energy/magic

weaver - maker of spells

fiercely independent

sassy

into the #TARDIS

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔
'°•-._
fₗₑₑₜᵢₙg 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

~ 𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒃
𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~

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• Independent Portrayal
• Adult themes
• MDNI/ Lewd DNI
• Friendly Writer

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“𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣”

"Too much, perhaps. And I have as much purpose as any Paladin, any Warden. I derive such things from myself. Instead of the madness that spawned me."

"In leaving, I think I have shown I have little desire for material possession. I am in the only way that matters, a son of Mielekki. Much further away than merely the third, let alone the third of anything."

"Many find artifacts of all kinds alluring. Perhaps it is our latent touch of the Weave."

"Especially in a hairy situation."

"While the Hunter doesn't care too much for bards, I find your dedication to the arts quite wonderful."

He sat across from @bardoflight.bsky.social at the inn table, raising a glass to her. He quick magical music had saved his skin earlier in a tussle, and he was buying her a drink to repay her.

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⚔️ Char

Y'all know what to do.

⚔️ I want to get back on here...