Vax'ildan

General

Name: Vax'ildan

Race: half-elf

Class: Rogue Assasin (with levels in paladin - oath of vengence and druid as well)

Alignment: Chaotic good

Age: 27 (in campaign 1)

Height: 5'11"

Gender: Cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: biromantic bisexual

Background

Vax'ildan and his twin sister Vex'ahlia were born to a human mother and an elven father. They were raised by their mother until age 10, when their father brought them back to his home city to raise them amongst the elves.

Never truly fitting in with the elves, they left to be on their own at age 16, heading back to their mother a few years later, only to find their childhood home gone and their mother dead, killed by a dragon.

They wandered alone for a few years, before eventually meeting and befriending the others who would form the group Vox Machina.

Headcanon tag

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Note: I am still (slowly) working my way through campaign one so please be patient with me! Although I know what happens to Vax and have seen TLoVM!

Primarily will be writing in bg3 verse for now, were Vox Machina and Greyskull Keep are located just outside Baldurs Gate. But definitely open to critical role muses and writing that as well, especially as I get more familiar with it!

what's your underlying motif?

Gale - the home

whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. your the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. i respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never been as kind to you as you are to it. anne lammott said “lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining” and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.

Vax - the bread

whether it’s your ability to rise against the odds, provide comfort, or be a staple in lives, your undercurrent is bread. you’re made from love and you carry it your whole life, to give on to others in any way you can. you’re delicate and it doesn’t take a lot to break you, but still you rise up and that is more important than what took you down. be careful with your heart, it’s so full of love that it needs to be treated delicately. you’re a staple in lives, a necessity, but not always as appreciated as you should be. so here is a thanks to you. m.f.k fisher said “ the smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight” and that my friend, that is you.

Tagged by: @sporefound

tagging: whoever would like to do it!

//now that I'm back to playing pokemon I want to give everyone a companion pokemon (to stop me from making an entire team for everyone because I will do it do not tempt me)

Gale - Espeon

Shadowheart - Absol

Vax - Weavile

Ayla - Meowscarada

Rosemary - Luxray

Alea - Decidueye

Cietan - hisuian Zorua

Klio - Vulpix

how do you view love?

Vax'ildan

soft

love that is welcoming, one that encompasses you in its warmth. the feeling of a warm mug after a cold day. familiar huffs of laughter respond in the air as you lean on each other for balance. the feeling of falling on a soft bed of clouds on a nice sunny day. of waves lapping at sand on a beach

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Gale

devotional

to love is to kneel. to give your all in hopes of even a glance. to sit pretty with glistening eyes wishing that it is enough. to be a sacrificial lamb to the divine, your love. pliant beneath holy hands that wash away the sin that taints you whole.

What Color Does Your Love Feel Like?

Vax - deep staining red

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

at the moment you want...

Gale - to realize

it's been hazy for a while, the fog only thickening. sometimes, it feels as though nothing has ever made sense. you're stuck, and often, you can't figure out yourself. you hope to understand yourself, but yourself feels out of reach, behind a locked door. maybe, this locked door has already been opened, and you've yet to process the contents. or maybe, you're still figuring out how to unlock it. perhaps the key is buried deep beneath the dirt of the earth, far in your skin, deep in your brain and your heart. surely, you can feel it if you try. don't whisk away this feeling, the need to realize. let yourself discover, let yourself come to a realization. it's a step forward, think of it as so. are you aware?

Vax - to love

you keep this homemade soup to yourself, and you've made too much. it simmers, you keep it warm for yourself, and nobody else. you long to share, but you're insecure, or afraid. what if they don't accept the offer, or what if they don't enjoy it? what if they push it away? it's slowly boiling. you made too much, and it could overflow any moment, but you're trying to hard to keep it under control. you don't want it to spill out. part of you wants it to, but it'd be a mess, right? your heart longs to love someone, to express love to those around you, but you're afraid. you keep it inside, along with so many other things, and can't bring yourself to properly express it. it's probably someone in specific you want to love, but something is in the way, a block of sorts. let yourself love freely. share your love, for you have so much of it inside of you.

Tagged by: @proelio-procusi (thank!)

tagging: @tadbitfooled and whoever else wants to do it!