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razzberrydazz · 5 hours

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Fuck it time to write exposition ramblings about my ocs via tumblr post read more. Starting with my girl Tiffany of course.

The royal portrait gallery, hall of ancestors

The Queen paced up and down the stone flooring in the hall of ancestors, brow furrowed with thought. Her echoing steps carry the weight of her conscience as each portrait on the wall regards her with impassive stares. The eyes follow. Each family portrait, each painting of monarchs past, each near identical face of Tiffany's predecessors judge her with their piercing pink eyes and stoic faces. Looking back at the portrait of her mother, her mother's mother, all the way back to the founder of their family, it's like looking into a cruel mirror of herself.

She knows that it's simply easier to stay stoic and rigid when posing for their family portraits; hours spent sitting or standing there for the painter takes a toll on the body. And yet, when it was her turn to pose for the royal portraitist, Tiff chose a pleasant expression. Though her clothing clung heavy on her body, and her cheeks creaked with pain from holding a grin, and her eyelids grew heavy, she pushed through so that her own portrait in the hall of ancestors would stand out from the rest.

Her footsteps stop in front of her own portrait, that playful gaze from the painting beckoning her to press on. It gives her hope. The paint is still drying, the oils take days and even weeks to fully cure, and so the glint in her portrait's eyes shine with a wetness not seen in the other figures. Seeing that she can still pull a smile onto her face, after all she's been through, it encourages her. There's still hope for the future.

The grim gaze of the dynasty's founder judges her from the other end of the hall. Atlantea, the first of the Mereign line, their universal ancestor, depicted in both painting and wall-spanning mosaic. Much history of their founder has been lost through the ages.

The family jinx, originally a decree from Atlantea that her descendants with her eyes would be worthy to rule, was taken to mean only those that look most like Atlantea should be heir to the throne. And thusly each portrait of monarchs past seem almost like clones of each other. A single stern face with piercing pink eyes has been passed down generation to generation. Practically a family tradition in itself to look like a mirror image of generations past. The things to change over the ages are the fashions and hairstyles, and their family creat warped a little more over each generation.

Staring at the mosaic of Atlantea now, Tiff reaches up to trace the tattoo of the family crest etched into her face. Her own crest misses several elements of the original design. It used to have markings on the chin, on the ears, on the neck. They got their crests as coming of age ceremonies. Their mother - or mother figure - applied the crest to their daughter from memory by referencing their own crest. An intergenerational game of telephone etched in heartstone-laced tattoo ink to each face meant to wear the crown. Tiff will have to do so with her own children one day, when they come of age. They'll need weeks, perhaps months of preparation, to do it properly.

Oh how she wishes she got the chance to do it properly with her own mother. Wishes she had the time to grow up, and have her own mom apply it, after having practiced the technique for months beforehand. But that's not how it happened, is it. No, it had to be rushed. Her mother murdered, assassinated, and only days of preparation made instead of the usual weeks of practice before the crest-giving ceremony. Given not by her mother, not even by a blooded relative, but by her godmother, a dragon, who barely had three days to practice the crest application technique before she was dipping the needle into the glowing blue heartstone ink to press into Tiffany's teenaged face. She forgot the ear elements, the chin, the neck. Only the forehead, cheeks, and nose made it into the design etched into Tiff's face.

Less than a week to prepare, and her godmother Cola pressed the needle too deep. Surely her very muscles under the skin were etched with the radioactive ink as well. The process was very painful, but little Tiff tried her damndest not to cry.

In vain, the tears still fell down her cheeks, but she remained still through the ceremony so as to not ruin the crest. Ink and blue blood ran down her face and mixed with the tears.

Nowhere near old enough for a proper coming of age ceremony, but to take the throne she must have her crest, as tradition demanded. Fruitless contrived traditions started by people who misunderstood their founder's decrees.

It's not like they knew how dangerous the heartstone was at the time, they had no idea what radiation was yet. And now she has chronic migraines and thinning hair to show for it. Taking it as a painkiller was the worst decision in her life, and she's not even the one who made it. Her father told her to take it, claimed it was from the royal physician. It wasn't, after all, but by then it was too late. Glad that bastard's dead and gone. But then why does he still plague her thoughts?

Sigh

Tiffany's wives tell her she dwells on the pain of the past too much. She dwells on the wrongs of the past, or the anxieties of the future, never in the present where she stands. Head stuck in the clouds, and the clouds roil with thunder.

Another set of footsteps enter the hall, echoing towards her. The sound brings her out of her ruminating.

"Tiff dear? Are you brooding in here again?"

Tiff turns to face her knightly wife, and forces a pained smile. It doesn't quite make it to her eyes, that shine just as wetly as the portrait on the wall beside her. Even with the smile in the painting, her eyes look so sad, both in depiction and reality.

"Alas, I have. You know me, always dwelling on the past, holding onto strings better left to fray. I simply wonder, what things would be like if they had gone differently."

"We cannot change what has already happened, not without grave consequences. Time marches forward, and so should we."

Tiff's wife Cassandra steps close to her, and offers a hand to lead her out of the hall of faces and bad memories. With one last glance at the ancient Atlantean mosaic, she takes her hand, and lets herself be led back to more pleasant company than the judgmental faces of her ancestors.

Even without that mosaic's eyes following her, she feels watched by the eyes of her ancestors. Sometimes it feels like Atlantea herself is staring over her shoulder, wishing she could have made a better decision. Perhaps she is, somehow.

Somewhere, Atlantea mutters 'I killed our goddess once, and you dared to bring her back to life. Did you never think to consider why she died in the first place? Some things are better off dead, and yet here you live.'

Somehow Tiff can hear her muttering, in the back of her mind.

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razzberrydazz · 5 months

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Tiffany - originally a D&D NPC in my first homebrew campaign (Heart of Atlantis my beloved), then I grew to love her too much to leave her be.

Tiffany Mereign, ie Tiff, ie Theophania Athaliah Wilhelmina Fen’U-darah Mereign the Third, Queen of Atlantis, formerly Empress of the Atlantean Empire (now dissolved). Sea elf royalty, born on December 27th 1049ce, took the throne with her father as Regent in 1087ce after the assassination of her mother Larethire II. She fully took the crown and throne in 1139-1140ce after killing her father Elias for his numerous crimes.

The D&D campaign Tiff first appeared in took place in 1139-40 where the player character party helped Tiff revive a dead goddess and use her and another dead god's power to kill the usurper king Elias and end a war that threatened their people. Said goddess cursed Tiff to die a thousand deaths (not by her own hand) before she can finally rest, all because Tiff rejected the offer of ascension to godhood.

Rana - Ranarox La'Rouge, originally started as a Haunted One Bard/Rogue PC in a Curse of Strahd campaign, then got repurposed and fleshed out as my Dark Urge/Durge OC for Baldur's Gate 3. Raised in a circus and wooed by every pretty face they see, Rana does everything in their power to fend off the Red that swirls around their vision that brings the Urge to kill. If their eyes turn red and you are within melee range, it is already too late for you to run away.

Ina - (Belongs to my friend Poe, I just happen to be obsessed with her and am the leader of Ina's fanclub) Ina the Kobold is a chaos entity, a zealous oath of glory paladin devoted to a deified Hatsune Miku. She came into existence after my friend rolled up a completely randomized character for a D&D game, and quickly speared her way into my heart with her wacky antics and hilarious zeal for murder.

A little known tidbit about Ina is that she's a sleeper agent, Ina is not her full name. Her true name is Ignition, which is the trigger word to temporarily switch her from chaotic stupid kobold to calculated smart dragonborn. Her Ignition alter ego is scarily competent compared to Ina. She was created in a secret magical experiment and hatched from an irradiated dragonborn egg. Ignition voluntarily switches back into Ina the minute whatever mission or danger she was dealing with is complete, as Ina takes far less mental energy to exist as.

She is made as a contingency plan for Tiffany, so that in the case she as the queen ever goes off the rails and goes against her own morals, Ina will be there to kill her and bring her back to her senses.

Erinyes - My demonsona as it were, a self insert that morphed kind of into their own entity. They're a cheese-loving fury demon called Erin-yes. I often use them as a chaotic mini-me, and a personification of my silliness and rage. Sometimes I'll shove them into things with varied success. In D&D they'd be a tiefling or cambion as a player character, but as an NPC they've appeared as a literal erinyes devil that tried to sell cheese to the players and tormented them at various points.

Claire - My rage-filled mixed-drow religiously traumatized cleric. She was raised in a cult to a goddess that stole the name of other gods - Adrestia Andraste, the Lady in White, a homebrew drow goddess of death and war and motherhood. Claire's drow mother was the high priestess, and in order to become the next high priestess, Claire had to kill her mother in a ritual battle. She walked over enchanted coals, was baptized in holy fire, and slayed a dragon to become the next high priestess of the cult; doing so made her fireproof to everything but her own goddess's flames. On her back they etched an intricate tattoo that brands her as her goddess's chosen, which also allows her goddess to cause her searing pain when she does something she doesn't like. A proverbial shock collar.

Claire is bitter and jaded and tries to escape the cult many times, and eventually discovers the truth of her goddess's identity theft and devotes herself to the goddess's sister Lotte (the victim of the identity theft) instead. Lotte is a drow goddess of fate, death, and magic, and gives Claire the power to mend and tear the weave of magic. Claire is a chosen of both goddesses, one willingly, one unwillingly, and her mission is to break her ties to the Lady in White for good.

Frownless - Ah my favorite eldritch edgelord. Frownless, also called The Frownless or Freddie the Frownless, is a shapeshifter known as a shadowless - he doesn't cast a shadow on the ground. Shadowless are akin to eldritch changelings that are descendants of fallen angels exiled to a demiplane. They appear as orange-tinged red haired elvish people with four yellow eyes.

Frownless in particular is a notable specimen as he got exiled for killing his cousin in a fit of rage, then made a name for himself as an assassin and overall nuisance. He actually was hired by Tiff's father to kill her but he failed miserably and ended up working for her in a weird toxic relationship instead. He tried dropping a chandelier on her and missed. He loves catfishing people since he's a shapeshifter. I love using him as a punching bag. He ends up Tiff's drug dealer at various points and brings out the worst in her.

OT - My old self insert that morphed into their own entity. This one in particular became tied to their dragon age dalish elf iteration as my main Inquisitor Lavellan. OT is a dalish mage Inquisitor and lover of Josephine Montilyet. Originally I named her Overtaker as a funny play on Undertaker, and then I shortened it to OT for brevity, and even made it stand for different names involving the initials O and T. I even used her the first time I every played D&D in a oneshot where she ended up dying via magic item enchanted to cast power word kill!

I have a lot of OCs but only a few I routinely use, which as of making this post consist of the above. Other OCs include Lyn, Vrei'Dara, Billie, Domi, Inanna, Dela, Johanna, Jorster, Francis, Lotte, Minaeve, Jamboree, Riff, Kestrel, Grimshaw, Veronica, Atlantea, and many others.

Others TBA

Anyways enjoy my blog I guess? I'm so wordy at times, I know this is a whole ass wall of text to scroll through. You get an appreciative pat on the shoulder for reading through all this.

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