g1ngersnapped

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im just posting anything so i can do my bio. but anyhow, hey!! im mc, pronouns are she/her, and im just vibing. have fun out there

Tales of Death and Glory

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The Dragon Moon (An Original Fantasy)

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The Dragon Moon (An Original Fantasy)

Viktor, Bastard Of The North

Name: Viktor Eriksen

Age:19

Race: Human, Northener

Physical Description: Very tall, slender young man, with sharp features everywhere. Thin and not very physically skilled, unlike most of his Northern peers, with long legs to carry his body. Dark, silky hair, going down to his chin, skin pale as the snow, and icy gray eyes. Cheekbones sharp enough to cut through metal, and a bit of a shark-like smile that makes people nervous just at it’s sight. A purposeful off-putting presence.

Title/Rank: No title, bastard of a Northern High Lord

Personality:
With a flair for dramatics and an incessant need to go out of his way to antagonize his peers, Viktor was never very well-liked for his personality. He was a bastard, in the literal sense, but many would describe him as that in every sense. The way he saw it, he had two choices growing up: he could bow his head down in respect when the Lady and the family berated him, waiting for the acceptance that would never come, or he could take advantage of the fact that it was far too late to get rid of him. Quick-witted and with a borderline sadistic enjoyment of watching people get uncomfortable, upset, or downright furious. Going out of his way to ruin somebody’s day quickly became his favorite activity.
With an unwavering sense of self-preservation, Viktor carefully built the walls surrounding him. He could be funny and entertaining, and even superficially charming, when the situation required it, or he could be downright cruel. He’s a bit lazy, having grown with some comfort, but gets easily obsessed and determined when a goal is set on his mind. Naturally mistrustful of all people, he has never allowed a single soul to get too close. Extremely dedicated to the few things he loves and has passion for, like politics, archery, and the history of the kingdoms.

Character History:
Viktor was considered lucky for the fact that he wasn’t left out to die in the cold of the North, as bastards often do. His father was a man of means and influence, a High Lord, part of the council that had the king’s ear. His mother was nobody, and therefore neither was he. This alone was enough reason to let Viktor out to die, and yet, that wasn’t the case. His father took him home, to his lavish castle in the capital, announcing to his wife and his 3 legitimate children that there was another member to this family. Not killing him was the very last kindness Lord Eriksen ever showed Viktor. After that, all his father gave him were cold looks and cruel, distant words. Viktor could count on one hand how many times he saw him a year.
Viktor grew up in the Eriksen estate alongside his father’s family, but all of them made sure he always knew he was not family. Lady Niekene hated him most. He had barely learned how to properly walk and talk, and she still found every reason she could to punish him, humiliate him, to thoroughly remind him he was an outsider and a mistake. She shared this notion with her children, who disliked Viktor’s existence just as much- Lucio, Marius and Ola treated him like a pest, like a limp, sickly dog who sneaked in their home during a snowstorm. He wasn’t allowed to sleep in the same chambers as the members of the Eriksen family, no, Lady Niekene would never approve of it: Viktor slept in the smallest room as the castle, a floor above the underground lodgings of the staff. Viktor was different from them, he knew soon enough, in every possible manner- Lucio and Marius were strong and courageous, they had a love for fighting and brawling, were loud and impulsive and took any chance they had to start a fight and leave people bleeding. Viktor was scrawny, despite towering over both of them in height, he knew he would never beat anybody in a physical confrontational. He was a negation with a sword, something his father quickly recognized and berated him for. But this undeniable inability to fit in, that in his early, formative years, he saw as a curse from the Gods for his unholy birth, would become his first act of rebellion. No, he was not strong, or gifted in the arts of battle, but he was smart, very smart.
At the age of 9, his tutor would approach his father with the information that Viktor possessed an ‘extraordinary mind’- not only he had a remarkable memory, being able to remember any passage from any book after just one glance at it, he had an undeniable talent for strategy, logic. That was the very first time his father, or anyone for that matter, looked at him like he had any value. Lord Eriksen invested in that, this child he risked his reputation for simply had to be useful for something- he hired the finest tutors of the North to sharpen and curate the boy’s mind, directing it especially to the noble art of war. He also made a particularly pleasant discovery: while Viktor was more likely to decapitate himself with a sword than put up a good fight, he was fairly skilled with a bow and arrow. Viktor, who once was so jealous of Marius for how applauded he was for playing with wooden swords, realized, in a glorious moment of clarity, why this was: they were idiots. The three of them, all his legitimate heirs, though they looked noble and princely enough, what they had in appearances and charm, they lacked in intelligence. And Viktor finally realized he had the upper hand.
It was a turning point for him, who no longer had to cower to the rest of the family. It was far too late for anybody to get rid of him, and he used it to his advantage. He had observed everyone in the castle all his life, he knew what made them tick, what made them angry, and he took every chance he had to do so, antagonizing his half-siblings became his joy in life. Convincing Ola that the visiting Lord from the South was in love with her ad wanted to wed her, or constantly sabotaging Marius’ armor. He once made Marius genuinely believe he was being haunted by an ancient elven princess, and the only way to make it stop was to lock himself in a cabinet, naked, covered head to toe in cheap wine for a week. That was one of the happiest weeks of Viktor’s life, especially because he completely got away with it. It made all of them despise him even more, but what could they do? Viktor knew acceptance would never come, he might as well enjoy himself. At 15, he became a sort of advisor for his father. Not officially, he was a boy, a bastard at that, but he earned his father’s ear with his silver tongue and his brilliant mind. His father still had no love for him, he knew that much, but Viktor had moved on from wanting to be loved to wanting something much bigger: wanting to be invaluable, irreplaceable- and he was on his way there.

The Dragon Moon (An Original Fantasy)

Viktor, Bastard Of The North

Name: Viktor Eriksen

Age:19

Race: Human, Northener

Physical Description: Very tall, slender young man, with sharp features everywhere. Thin and not very physically skilled, unlike most of his Northern peers, with long legs to carry his body. Dark, silky hair, going down to his chin, skin pale as the snow, and icy gray eyes. Cheekbones sharp enough to cut through metal, and a bit of a shark-like smile that makes people nervous just at it’s sight. A purposeful off-putting presence.

Title/Rank: No title, bastard of a Northern High Lord

Personality:
With a flair for dramatics and an incessant need to go out of his way to antagonize his peers, Viktor was never very well-liked for his personality. He was a bastard, in the literal sense, but many would describe him as that in every sense. The way he saw it, he had two choices growing up: he could bow his head down in respect when the Lady and the family berated him, waiting for the acceptance that would never come, or he could take advantage of the fact that it was far too late to get rid of him. Quick-witted and with a borderline sadistic enjoyment of watching people get uncomfortable, upset, or downright furious. Going out of his way to ruin somebody’s day quickly became his favorite activity.
With an unwavering sense of self-preservation, Viktor carefully built the walls surrounding him. He could be funny and entertaining, and even superficially charming, when the situation required it, or he could be downright cruel. He’s a bit lazy, having grown with some comfort, but gets easily obsessed and determined when a goal is set on his mind. Naturally mistrustful of all people, he has never allowed a single soul to get too close. Extremely dedicated to the few things he loves and has passion for, like politics, archery, and the history of the kingdoms.

Character History:
Viktor was considered lucky for the fact that he wasn’t left out to die in the cold of the North, as bastards often do. His father was a man of means and influence, a High Lord, part of the council that had the king’s ear. His mother was nobody, and therefore neither was he. This alone was enough reason to let Viktor out to die, and yet, that wasn’t the case. His father took him home, to his lavish castle in the capital, announcing to his wife and his 3 legitimate children that there was another member to this family. Not killing him was the very last kindness Lord Eriksen ever showed Viktor. After that, all his father gave him were cold looks and cruel, distant words. Viktor could count on one hand how many times he saw him a year.
Viktor grew up in the Eriksen estate alongside his father’s family, but all of them made sure he always knew he was not family. Lady Niekene hated him most. He had barely learned how to properly walk and talk, and she still found every reason she could to punish him, humiliate him, to thoroughly remind him he was an outsider and a mistake. She shared this notion with her children, who disliked Viktor’s existence just as much- Lucio, Marius and Ola treated him like a pest, like a limp, sickly dog who sneaked in their home during a snowstorm. He wasn’t allowed to sleep in the same chambers as the members of the Eriksen family, no, Lady Niekene would never approve of it: Viktor slept in the smallest room as the castle, a floor above the underground lodgings of the staff. Viktor was different from them, he knew soon enough, in every possible manner- Lucio and Marius were strong and courageous, they had a love for fighting and brawling, were loud and impulsive and took any chance they had to start a fight and leave people bleeding. Viktor was scrawny, despite towering over both of them in height, he knew he would never beat anybody in a physical confrontational. He was a negation with a sword, something his father quickly recognized and berated him for. But this undeniable inability to fit in, that in his early, formative years, he saw as a curse from the Gods for his unholy birth, would become his first act of rebellion. No, he was not strong, or gifted in the arts of battle, but he was smart, very smart.
At the age of 9, his tutor would approach his father with the information that Viktor possessed an ‘extraordinary mind’- not only he had a remarkable memory, being able to remember any passage from any book after just one glance at it, he had an undeniable talent for strategy, logic. That was the very first time his father, or anyone for that matter, looked at him like he had any value. Lord Eriksen invested in that, this child he risked his reputation for simply had to be useful for something- he hired the finest tutors of the North to sharpen and curate the boy’s mind, directing it especially to the noble art of war. He also made a particularly pleasant discovery: while Viktor was more likely to decapitate himself with a sword than put up a good fight, he was fairly skilled with a bow and arroq. Viktor, who once was so jealous of Marius for how applauded he was for playing with wooden swords, realized, in a glorious moment of clarity, why this was: they were idiots. The three of them, all his legitimate heirs, though they looked noble and princely enough, what they had in appearances and charm, they lacked in intelligence. And Viktor finally realized he had the upper hand.
It was a turning point for him, who no longer had to cower to the rest of the family. It was far too late for anybody to get rid of him, and he used it to his advantage. He had observed everyone in the castle all his life, he knew what made them tick, what made them angry, and he took every chance he had to do so, antagonizing his half-siblings became his joy in life. Convincing Ola that the visiting Lord from the South was in love with her ad wanted to wed her, or constantly sabotaging Marius’ armor. He once made Marius genuinely believe he was being haunted by an ancient elven princess, and the only way to make it stop was to lock himself in a cabinet, naked, covered head to toe in cheap wine for a week. That was one of the happiest weeks of Viktor’s life, especially because he completely got away with it. It made all of them despise him even more, but what could they do? Viktor knew acceptance would never come, he might as well enjoy himself. At 15, he became a sort of advisor for his father. Not officially, he was a boy, a bastard at that, but he earned his father’s ear with his silver tongue and his brilliant mind. His father still had no love for him, he knew that much, but Viktor had moved on from wanting to be loved to wanting something much bigger: wanting to be invaluable, irreplaceable- and he was on his way there.

The Dragon Moon (An Original Fantasy)

This sounds super interesting!! I'll work on the CS right now <3

Edenridge

Lukas

Name: Lukas Marius Malkovich
Nicknames:Luke

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Gay (closeted)

Relationship Status
Single
Appearance Details:
Hair: Long, black hair, going down to below his chin, which made him get mistaken for a woman more than a couple times when it was dark
Eyes: Light gray
Height: 6’3
Body Type: Very thin and slender, the type of guy you’d see and say a gust of wind could blow him away.
Clothing Style: Despite everything about him, he chooses surprisingly fashionable, expensive clothing, though he has a preference for dark tones. He’s not opposed to wearing eye-grabbing, colorful clothes, especially in situations where it would make people uncomfortable.

Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: :
Pierced his left ear with a silver earring after graduation.

Personality+Backstory

Personality Traits
Sardonic and sarcastic, he really enjoys pushing people’s buttons and making them uncomfortable or downright upset, especially if he doesn’t like them (though this encapsules mostly everyone). Often described as ‘ bastard’ or a ‘smug little shit’, due to his incessant need of making inconvenient jokes at other people’s expenses. Despite that, he was considered to be a funny fella by most people in the school, even if it was obvious he didn’t have that many friends. Extremely intelligent, was on the very top of most of his classes, despite his lazy, laid-back attitude (nobody has actually ever seen him pick up a textbook, andyet, he was still an honors student).

Biography TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE, DRUG USE, CANCER, SCHOOL SHOOTINGS
Lukas always knew he was a bit strange. Off-putting to the masses. It started with his name ‘Malkovich’, as Ukrainian as his parent’s bloodline, without a hint of that BBQ-loving, gun-shooting, red-blooded American charm that everyone loved so much. His parents had emigrated to the USA, to escape the cold, hard life in their hometown. For some godforsaken reason that Lukas will never understand, they decided to go to Edenridge. They didn’t receive a warm welcome, to say the least, and neither did their children as they were born, but as the years went by, things balanced themselves out. The town got used to their weird, alien presence, and they raised their kids to adapt to what Edenridge wanted. Pietro was the eldest, and the older he got, the more he fit into Edenridge. But Lukas knew he wasn’t anything like his older brother, who was good at sports, had loads of friends, they all called him ‘Peter’, for Pete’s sake. Lukas remained as the odd one, pale, scrawny, who always stayed inside, hiding from the other kids while reading a book or playing some game. He could hide from the other boys inside, but there was no hiding from his drunk father, shouting out slurs around the house and beating Lukas with a belt whenever he was being ‘too loud’. He hated the outside, hated the inside, hated Edenridge.
Lukas gave up on being accepted by the other kids early on, the defensive wasn’t working, so he switched strategies: he could never beat them in a fight, but he could at the very least really piss them off. That’s when Lukas first discovered his love for getting under people’s skin. The bullies Pietro hung around, or the mean girls who called him greasy in math class- it was easy to pick up on what annoyed them, and of course he used it against them. Some people thought it was funny, especially when he didn’t use it against them, so having a sharp tongue and a big mouth actually worked in his favor, he was much less of a victim after that. He got invited to parties, even if he had to deal with the likes of Alison Davies. He, frankly, didn’t understand the hype around Little Miss Perfect. She was exactly the type of person he couldn’t stand, which is why the two of them got into some form of argument almost every time they were in the same place at the same time. He still thought it was a shame she went out like that, though.
As it turned out, Lukas didn’t have many friends. There were people who talked to him cause he sold them cheap cigarettes and booze, and people who got high with him under the bleachers, and people who paid him to write essays for them. Even Charlie Decker, the psychopath bastard, would share a smoke or two with him, from time to time. But there was nobody he’d a call a ‘friend’ for the most part, nobody whose house he’d drive over to in the middle of the night when things with his dad got too bad- until Archie. He was one of Pietro friends, a football player like him, the kind of guy who would suck up and simp for Alison Davies day after day, and yet- Lukas liked him. Archie thought he was hilarious, which helped, and before Lukas could do anything to ruin it, they were joined at the hip. He remembered holding him during the shooting, hiding underneath the tables in the Chemistry lab, Archie bleeding out slowly, face buried in his shoulder. He could never forget, no matter how much he tried.

Archie died that day, so did Charlie, so did a fuckton of people. There was nothing left here in Edenridge, only a father who hated him, a mother who barely acknowledged him and the remains of Pietro’s perfect life. Lukas got out, after senior. He went to Columbia, he studied computer science, he got really high and made out with his friend’s boyfriend- and then he got the call. Cancer of the liver, that’s what Pietro had. Some cruel joke, one that forced him to drop everything he nearly had and go back to that hell of a small town. “Offcomers go home”, God, sometimes he wished those signs would work.

Family
Pietro 'Peter' Ivan Malkovich- Older brother
Artur Oleg Malkovich- Father
Ola Malvokich- Mother

The Archon Resonance

@HylianRose Aww damn :( it's all good!! hope y'all have a great time, your characters all sound really cool and I really liked your worldbuilding <3 if later you happen to need anyone, I'd be real happy to join <3 have fun!!

The Archon Resonance

Viktor

Name: Viktor Seyer
Age: 19
Human/Feren: Human
Nationality: Vindrell

Role: An archer and strategist, excels at attacks from a distance and situations where intelligence is key.

Weapon: His preferred weapon is the bow and arrow, but is equally as skillful with a crossbow. Also has a pair of throwing knives.

Strengths:

Cunning: Silver-tongued and sharp-witted, Viktor can talk his way in and out of almost any situation, a skill he started honing since childhood, when he had to convince the bigger kids to not beat him up, in the event that they caught up to him. Years later, he managed to adapt this skill to his everyday life, using his wit to get whatever he needs and push him ahead.

Lightning-Quick: While he lacked muscles and physical strength, Viktor found a way around having to use either of those with his quick feet, whether it be for dodging attacks, or running as fast as possible from the confrontation.

Weaknesses:

Not A Team Player: Viktor never found it easy to get along with others and get them to like him, but he does have a talent for getting the exact opposite reaction. Uncooperative, sharp-mouthed, sarcastic and never missing the chance to antagonize anybody he dislikes (a category which encapsules most people), Viktor is more likely to willingly plant the seed of discord on team-setting than play along for the greater good.

Scrawny & Weak: Despite his agility when running away from the bigger kids, Viktor knew he didn’t stand much of a chance once they caught him, and it hasn’t changed drastically over the years. Of slender built, he lacks the physical strength for most confrontations, having to rely on other skills to put up any fight.

Selfishly Paranoid, Compulsive Liar: While always on the lookout for his own skin, Viktor found it easier to assume that everybody else in Chroma was out against him. Being a bastard in a family with more Nils than they could ever know what to do with, snakes and vultures came at him from both the inside and outside. As a defense to that, Viktor weaves whatever web of lies he needs(or wants to, really) to push himself, his goals and needs ahead. He also, on occasion, does it for fun.

Skills;

Advanced Archer: After realizing Viktor would never take anyone down in a one-on-one fight, his father gave him a bow and arrow. That he was able to work with, honing his craft tirelessly for years, until it became one of his favorite things to parade and brag about.
Intermediate Knife-Thrower: A skill taught to him by his best friend, Aaron, in their early teenage years. While he couldn’t stab a man’s eye out from a mile away, it was still a fun trick, and one that reminded him of easier times.

Personality: With a flair for dramatics and an incessant need to go out of his way to antagonize his peers, Viktor was never very well-liked for his personality. He was a bastard, in the literal sense, but many would describe him as that in every sense. The way he saw it, he had two choices growing up: he could bow his head down in respect when the Lady of the family berated him, waiting for the acceptance that would never come, or he could take advantage of the fact that it was far too late to get rid of him. Quick-witted and with a borderline sadistic enjoyment of watching people get uncomfortable, upset, or downright furious. Going out of his way to ruin somebody’s day quickly became his favorite hobby.

With an unwavering sense of self-preservation, Viktor carefully built the walls surrounding him. He could be funny and entertaining, and even superficially charming, when the situation required it, or he could be downright cruel. He’s a bit lazy, having grown with some comfort, but gets easily obsessed and determined when a goal is set on his mind. Naturally mistrustful of all people, he can count on one hand the number people he’d ever considered his friends (the number is one). Extremely dedicated to the few things he loves and has passion for, like politics, archery, and the history of Chroma.

Background: Born a bastard to a wealthy family in Kharan, Viktor was considered lucky to make it past his first year of life. His father, Nero Seyer, could have simply thrown him off the mountain, but chose to bring him home, where he announced to his wife and his other 3 children that there was a new addition to the family. Of course, he was never really family, as all of them would go on to remind him. After that first kindness, Nero had none left to spare for Viktor. He was a cold, distant man, even to the children he claimed, but Viktor could count on one hand how many times he’d spoken to his father a year.
Despite that, Nero still allowed him to live in the Seyer Manor, located deep within the mountains, one of the biggest and most luxurious buildings the city had to offer. Naturally, he slept on the smallest room of the house, next to the staff’s lodgings. This was a requirement made by Niekene Seyer, his father’s wife, lady of the house, and the person who hated him most in the world. Thanks to her, Viktor kept these truths in his mind at all times: he wasn’t part of the Seyer family, no matter what his last name was, he wasn’t part of anything at all, and he was only alive because Nero was too good a man to put a child out of it’s misery.

He had very little contact with his half-brothers and half-sister, Lucio, Marius and Ola, and whenever he did, it wasn’t exactly friendly-sibling-bonding time. Viktor could tell they disliked him as much as their mother, and Lucio was the only one who, every once in a while, found in it to be kind to him. As it went, Viktor spent most of his childhood isolated, with only his tutors for company. It allowed him to discover his mind, however, which he quickly learned was much better than the average person's. It didn’t rival his sibling’s, it outperformed theirs- the day he realized this, was the first day of his life where he felt like more than an unwanted burden. He didn’t share his brothers’ love of fighting and brawling, but he shot an arrow better than any of them. He couldn’t sing or play the lyre like Ola, but he knew of politics, history, science- he’d never outdance her, but he could outspeak her. Being better than them, no matter at what, was his first form of rebellion. Rubbing it in their faces was much sweeter, though. When he was 12, he had a new love in his life: terrorizing them. He had watched the people in it closely, he knew just what made them tick, and what made them angry- and Viktor’s biggest joy was making them angry. An off-hand comment about the boy-next-door being in love with Ola, or switching out Marius’ shield so it was way too heavy to lift, and even making the 3 of them believe the other were planning on offing them(this was his proudest accomplishment, he laughed and laughed for months over it). On the bad days, he’d outright verbally attack them to their face. But the latter would often result in Ola being a snitch, and Niekene beating him senseless.

At 15, almost every kid inside the mountain had fallen victim to his antagonizing. That entire time, Viktor had one friend, Aaron, a thickheaded boy who was born under Yan’s light outside the mountains. He was big and strong and well-liked by the other kids, all things Viktor was not, but he thought Viktor’s antics were equally as funny. Aaron remained as the only person Viktor cared about, until his 18th birthday came and swept the rug from beneath his feet. He would often wonder what the last straw was, but that day, his father proceeded to have the longest conversation the two would ever have: Viktor was a man now, though he acted like a bratty child. Nero and the rest of the family had had enough of the lies, the jokes, the insults and the lack of respect. He was no longer welcome in their home, and the only way he ever would be was if he joined Echo and became a Hunter. His mind and tongue failed him this time. He froze, no words came out except for ‘yes, sir’. He had talked himself out of trouble with his father so many times, but that day he didn’t even try. Viktor packed the little and precious he had, and set off, without saying goodbye to the family that hated him, and without saying goodbye to Aaron.