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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!
NAME: Hriob Riebe Zagel, past incarnation was known by Krakonoš/Rübezahl depending on the region, other past (known) incarnations include Gammal vän Kunskap, Vǫlundr, Unferth, Fergus MacRoich, and Humbaba of the Cedar Forest. 'True' Names and identity are extremely important to Hriob, not only due to his Fae nature.
NICKNAME: Being of Fae nature, nicknames are both important and paid little attention to. Hriob has been known to others as Rob, Robby, Hiro, 'Oh no its You Again', and a variety of similar nicknames. On rare occasion, Hriob will 'borrow' one of his predecessor's preferred aliases, 'John', when he wishes to remain as anonymous as possible.
TITLE(S): Hriob's more proper titles, againLord of Fantastic Weather, Prince of Gnomes, King under the Mountain, The Brewer of God-Booze, the Lonely Forest Sage, Herr Erlkönig
AGE: Apparent physical age is set somewhere nebulously between 27 and 31. However, due to a number of factors, including a non-linear experience of passage through time and space, and extremely reduced aging rates from multiple factors, Hriob's 'True' age - discounting his past incarnations entirely, is closer to over a hundred years at least but still unknown even to him. With his past incarnations, he is at least well over 4,000 years (with Humbaba being recorded during the 3rd Dynasty of Ur circa 2100 B.C.E.) with estimates going as far as over twice that time frame.
SPECIES: Human-Fae Hybrid. Specifically, Hriob is a Greater Fae Lord - a being on par with the likes of King Oberon and Queen Titania - with incorporated traits of other magical entities, inhabiting a human body with a number of small 'tweaks' as symptoms of his long-term presence within it. He can transform into a far more bestial, Chimeric-looking form when emotionally charged or in dire circumstances, but he tends to prefer being 'as human as possible'.
SEX: Male
NATIONALITY: Czech/German/Polish. Exact percentages are, if known, not disclosed publicly.
INTERESTS: Nature, animals, science (especially physics, biology, metallurgy, and computer science), philosophy, culinary arts (especially baking and brewing),
PROFESSION: Normally, Hriob is 'self-employed' - running an entrepreneurial enterprise selling alcoholic beverages of his own design through a craft-brewing business, specializing in magically and alchemically over-charged varieties of such, but overall he considers this a 'side-hustle' in the long term: a surprisingly profitable hobby but a hobby nonetheless. His true 'profession', such as it is, is a Servant of Gaia - the Collective Life Force of the Planet(s), a Scholar of the Arcane, and a self-made Humanitarian worker specializing in problem-cases involving those tied up with the mystical world.
This varies but generally holds true for other verses: One verse has him effectively retire from his self-imposed jobs, Another has him shift focus to Education specifically as well as Vigilantism, but there is a Specific Timeline where he expands his one-man efforts into a full, highly specialized and exceptional organization of roughly-like-minded individuals.
BODY TYPE: The best description for his figure is trapezoidal, meaning he is somewhat top-heavy with broad, wide shoulders, but despite being rather stocky and solidly built he is not perfectly square either. In regards to musculature he fits the 'Strongman' typology, being large and not especially tone in his physique but far from 'overweight' - instead being covered in large, thick layers of softer, 'working' muscle.
EYES: Soft Slate/Stormcloud Grey. Have an Icy Azure coloration in the right light, either from the presence of a tapetum lucidum in his retinal structures, ambient glow from use of magic, or both.
HAIR: Very dark Red hair, more like the dark crimson of drying blood than what most people consider 'red' hair. This shade darkens and saturates further in the presence of bountiful ambient life and/or magic, and conversely lightens/washes out as the area around him becomes more 'dead' in either respect. His hair style is essentially all-but-untameable bedhead with wavy, almost feathery locks reaching as far down as mid-neck at their longest.
SKIN: Very pale and light skin, marred with many old scars of all kinds, but especially those left by stab and slash wounds. The hands in particular are rather calloused and rough, from countless kinds of activities including cooking, woodworking, metalworking, rock climbing, leather-working, and handwriting.
POSTURE: Usually upright and strong, almost tree-like, with a penchant for expressive, animated arm-sweeping when excitable. Has a bit of a slouch when sitting somewhere for too long.
HEIGHT: 7'10". Transformed 'Monster' state reaches 15', 17' when antlers are counted, with a wingspan over 45' from tip to tip.
VOICE: Hriob has a low, deep baritone for his normal speaking voice, but has been known to reach low tenors and deep double-bass at times when pushing the limits of his range. While extremely loud when shouting, his average tone often comes across as both soft and breathy, yet oddly resonant and clear to listener's ears.
While there are multiple possible voiceclaims for him, ranging from Villie Valo of HIM to Yoann Lemoine of Woodkid, but at moment the best fit is Vincent "Jake" Jones of the band Aether Realm.
SIGNATURE OUTFIT: While variations exist for most any given timeline, most often Hriob sticks to a simple formula with his clothing; a nearly-full-body underlayer, with comfortably warm or potentially reinforced clothes on top, ending with a notably large cloak and walking stick of some variety. His secondary outfits almost always are some variety of formalwear or suit, though some verses reverse the priority of both outfits.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Verse dependent. Some verses allow for limited polyamory, but generally he sticks to single-target devotions.
COMPANIONS: Verse dependent. At present in most verses he has three different Familiars bound to him; an Owl, a Swedish Valhund, and a Piebald Bull Moose.
ANTAGONISTS: Verse dependent
STRENGTHS: Kind, gentle, strong paternal instincts, takes promises seriously, extremely potent empathy, Physically powerful, durable, and enduring to superhuman levels, extremely quick reflexes, highly adaptable, intelligent, and cunning. Master of many forms of magic and related arcane topics. Effectively immune to disease, toxins, and poisons.
WEAKNESSES: Chronic Interventionism, prone to manipulating people even if with good intentions, emotions can run rampant even if honed with logic, powers and strength of power/health are all co-dependent on the presence of ambient life and magic around him.
FRUITS: Hriob primarily favors berries like blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries, as well as citrus such as Grapefruits and Blood Oranges. Other fruits of note include Pomegranates, Apples, figs, and cherries.
DRINKS: Herbal teas of many varieties, especially self-made blends. Black and Green teas are secondary to herbal blends, but not unappreciated, with Chai, Oolong, and Earl Grey being close favorites among those varieties.
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Hriob is supernaturally immune to the effects of alcohol, but nonetheless heavily prefers most form of beers, especially Mead, as his primary form of beverage outside of teas. He is equally decent with wines and other harder spirits, with Rum being a standout favorite among those, but for the most part he prefers lighter grain-based alcohols... with the seasonal exception of a heavy focus on Eggnog around the Holidays.
SMOKES: Hriob does not enjoy the smell of any kind of smoke, save perhaps incense or woods used to cure or roast meats. Tobacco and Marijuana both are hard passes for him in such a form.
DRUGS: Hriob does not touch pharmaceuticals or recreational drugs outside of Alcohol, in no small part due to his effective immunity to nearly all of them. His
DRIVER'S LICENSE: Hriob, for several reasons, has almost unanimously been disallowed from operating any vehicle of any kind, but generally prefers walking anyways. For long distances, he generally uses his mastery of Space-Time Magic to effectively teleport himself to where he needs to be directly. If in an Urban setting where appearances need to be maintained, he will use Public Transport.
Tagged By: @chronicparagon
Tagging: @gingerhoneycakes @cosmicdreamt @thxpatriarch @project115 @forbiddenwoodlands @airxn @hraunwyf @swansongtm @arcanescholxr @bleedinghearth @melodiadraconis
#ooc#ooc dash games#about hriob#chronicparagon#the fool - mainline#the emperor - fae court of the wanderer#the hanged man - of classwork and vigilantism#the tower - a sinister fate
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💕 - Three ways my muse shows affection - for Junsui, please.
💕 - Three ways my muse shows affection
Back before he opened up, this wasn't the case; but now that he's growing more comfortable with himself and trusting people, he's very touch affectionate. He loves to give small hugs, hand touches, smooches, etc. Just physical acts of affection; however large or small.
He's also one to give compliments. Maybe a little too much once he's comfortable with someone. He likes to give them lots of positive affirmation, even if he's not one to really know how to handle it in his direction himself.
Finally, the biggest sign of affection he can give someone is if he just speaks normally. No long pauses, no fake deepening of the voice, no removal of contractions. It shows he has full trust in them.
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@chronicparagon sent -👶 Childhood Friends, 🐸 New/Developing Friendship (more like renewing it after Kamoshida ruined everything). ◎ Classmates, 📘 Newly Started Romance, ♣️ friends to lovers ( Muse Relationship Dynamics - Accepting! )
👶 - Childhood Friends.
🐸 - New/Developing Friendship.
◎ - Classmates.
📘 - Newly Started Romance.
♣️ - Friends to lovers .
I love their dynamic a lot because there's so many simultaneous elements going on there - for one, it'd be fun to jump around in our timeline and write some childhood friends stuff or leap forward into their developing romance and relationship. I think there's so many interesting points in their relationship and the fun part about RP is that you don't have to follow things chronologically I'm absolutely down to explore any and all of these dynamics! I know for a fact that it'll be rewarding and amazing.
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A great OC Harmony Celestine Halcyon from an amazing person @chronicparagon Rp blog, Amazing writer/Amazing person. Literal angel!
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[Commission form] support a staving artist pls🙏🏿
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❤️ + chronicparagon
Send ❤️ + a URL and I’ll write something nice about them/their blog!
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// Cheating *Sticks tongue out at* This one's a bit Bias but Har mon's known them for ages and we connected alot, won't go into details but we spent alot of time together, they're also nice and creative, I would argue moreso than I am. The way they can describe the swaying in a person's run, the hair flow, the way a person would show off small idiosyncrasies; too.
I admire them alot, I think about her alot- and she's been nothing but kind to me, I don't know why, but I appreciate them- Har as well, she's so fun and cute to write with, I love her and Des and I couldn't imagine a better set of parents, and its so crazy that both our characters even have a similar eye color. I always look forward to writing with her, and I hope she finds more time to herself, to rest, to write and to enjoy life.
Thanks for the question. //
#electricea#feb ask 024#thanks for the ask!#outofcostume#ask memes answered#ask answered#chronicparagon
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@chronicparagon asked:
Black boots stop their tracks on the concrete below. Harmony ventured out from the safety of her home to walk into the night. She knows better than to go out after dark for there are dangers abound near and far. However, she was restless and sleep would not come.
Hands hidden in the pockets of her jacket, the woman doesn't continue on the path. A soft breeze blows around her and a stranger who is nearby. The rustling leaves disrupt the still night and the moon's silvery light shines between the two women. Harmony's silver eyes watch the other woman.
The stranger's pale skin nearly glowed in the moonlight. Dark purple hair reaches her shoulders and her figure is dressed in dark tones. Honestly, Harmony finds her quite lovely, but what caught her attention are the other woman's bright red eyes.
Who is she? Harmony thought, wondering if it was best to approach her. There is a sense of foreboding hanging in the air, but the woman's allure is far too tempting to pass up.
[For Canticum, please.]
Canticum had been watching this woman for a while now. 'Love at first sight' probably isn't the right term, but she couldn't deny she was enamored by how pretty she was. During a moonlit walk seemed like the best time to reveal herself.
"Well, hello, dear. You seem to be alone, would you mind if I kept you company?"
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the ruiner
i made this CD case, as if Limbo were a musician and various threads were songs. i tried to make it seem like the "features" were also musicians, so thats why some are URLs and others are names.
sorry for all the tags :(
#ooc#my art#oc art#fake album cover#fake album art#analogue horror#vhscore#vhs aesthetic#tv head#distantpagesandpapercuts#songofsilentechoes#n0v4 z3r0#theplasmablade#the expatriate#archerwhiterp#chronicparagon#grayfxce#cajunspoons
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🌺 - [I know our muses don’t know each other yet but I’m curious.]
"So, this is from first impressions, but! She seems like the kinda person that keeps their promisies, ne? I dunno - just get the sense that as shy as she is, she doesn't do things half-heartedly."
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@chronicparagon - ❤.
❛ Oh-Oh no! I'm very sorry, miss! ❜ Though Luna had involuntarily spilled her drink onto the stranger, the guilt that was etched upon her face was evident. In a panic, she rummaged through her backpack & immediately attempted to wipe the stranger's clothes with a cutesy-looking handkerchief. However, her hand came to a stop & her panic increased. ❛ Oh, haha! I feel like I s-s-shouldn't do that. ❜ Awkwardly, she offers the handkerchief to her, chagrin dusting Luna's face. ❛ Here. I'm ss-sorry. ❜
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"Hello, there! Happy holidays!" Harmony greets Euphemia with a small wave. Her other hand carries a small present. It's wrapped in sky-blue paper with a silver ribbon. "I made something for you!" She offers the present to the other woman, hoping it will be something Euphemia adores the large barrette.
o(^▽^)o "OMU! It's so beautiful!"
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Alright here are the next set of chibis! Featuring @chronicparagon 's Harmony and @frznkingdom s Eira!!!
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Harmony knew she wanted to do this. She wanted to do it for her. That is what brought her to where she is, passing the bustling crowds who are in the pre-holiday frenzy. Even in uncertain times in a crazy world, it is things like the holiday season that bring that small bit of light. It is this time of year that gives Harmony all the more reason to work hard with her latest project: A gift for Arma.
Today, she makes it to the other woman with a gift covered in red paper and topped with a black bow. "Hey!" She smiles brightly when her gaze meets Arma. "Happy holidays to you! I got something for you!" She offers her the small present, hoping the large hair barrette will be something Arma will like.
@chronicparagon
The keys on Arma's key rings are too similar. One shiny silver key gets stuck in the lock, and is difficult to remove. Another one slots in perfectly, but doesn't turn. Arma's gaze goes back and forth, from the lock, to the keys. She is not an easily frustrated person, but the thought of this confusion cutting into her weekend was present in her mind.
Upon hearing someone call out to her, the android pulled her attention away for a moment. It was a recognizable face, Harmony's visage reflecting back at her through the gray woman's dark sunglasses. What a pleasant surprise! This year had been special, with many of the android's friends coming together to get her something.
"This is beautiful," Arma purred, running her fingertips over the intricately laid beads. She could tell it was homemade. There was a tinge of sadness, though, as she realized she hadn't reciprocated the action. "Harmony," she crooned, "I-I didn't get you anything. I'm sorry, I, I didn't know we were on that level yet."
The automaton frowned sadly, expecting to see Harmony cry. She hadn't even realized what she had done.
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@chronicparagon said: “Junsui?” Harmony is perplexed when she heard those words. She just came in and she can’t help but worry. “Junsui, dear…what’s the matter? Are you all right?”
"...I got called an incel...."
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Co-Worker RP (Closed RP)
It was time for a new start for Monroe and his little kitten Snowball. A new apartment in a warm and sunny town, with a beautiful view of the beach that was near by. And not only that; he'll be working at a new place near the resort that was close by. It was a beach side restraint that had a huge outdoor section, surrounded by palm trees.
The owner considers it a Bar and Grill, but the experience in his old work place and school would be put best here as a chef. He wouldnt be working alone though, there was a new girl who was starting the same day as him as a Barista. We now turn to Mon as he fills his cat's bowls with enough food and water for the day, and starts his walk to work.
@chronicparagon
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❤ [my url, please.]
((OKAY
We've been pals for literally years and what I've always loved is how yourself and Harmony are genuinely wonderful humans.
You do absolutely incredible things and I have the utmost respect for you, and Harmony is always wanting to do the best she can.
World needs more people like that))
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Baby's.... Geniuses
Continued with @chronicparagon from here [X]
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"Hey is your stomach doing okay? I can get you food or something." Des didn't know how she did it but she always made him feel safe and warm and she smelled nice, but he was always worried and doting cause he didn't want to hurt the kids, yeah twins. When he found out he nearly...didn't faint.
"You smell nice as always, want some breakfast?" Desmond made some pre-emptively just in case.
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