He hated fire for as long as he could remember. His mind drifting momentarily to the flames that scorched his childhood
Dancing in flames, she sang a song in a pitch that only a pyre can coax from such tender lips.
He shook his head to rid himself of the grim thought...
(note: My favorite bard! I will be tinkering with this one. You guys probably know what I am going to say, as usual, read the background.)
Personality: Name: Alasdair OโDonnaill Gender: male Age: 24 Race: human Appearance: Long red hair tied back in a pony tail, fair skin, emerald green eyes Personality: Alasdair is an easy going and often chipper individual. He is witty and charming and has a short fuse temper. He is fond of music and folktales, collecting them on his travels to play and sing himself to anyone willing to listen. He also has a an aversion to fire due to having seen and heard his mother burn alive, though he is able to use torches and campfires. He also has a tendency to be amorous, due to a fear of forming connections he will inevitably (as far as his paranoia is concerned) lose. However, he remains gentlemanly to the people he beds. Alasdair is good natured and willing to help people if he is able. He loves to play folk songs and tell tales whoever he goes, which is how he earns his coin. Religion: none, he is agnostic Alignment: neutral good Significant People: Ezra Muraanu (a pirate he is friends with), Mordecai Muraanu (his friend's father Treasured Possessions: his motherโs violin he carries and plays, the necklace his mother gave him. Backstory: Alasdair OโDonnaill is a traveling bard who was born in Romalia as, a kingdom that was taken over from the inside. Families of guards and knights who opposed were tracked down and killed or forced to leave. Alexanderโs father was a knight, and his mother was burned alive in her own home. Alexander barely managed to escape death. A friend of his mother, the sailor Mordecai Muraanu, helped him escape from Romalia. Alasdair left the Lancaster on his own when he turned seventeen. As he grew up, Alasdair had a fondness for music and folktales, as well as travel. So he gained a sense of wanderlust, thus, he never stays in one place too long. He is close friends with Mordecaiโs son, Ezra, due to essentially growing up with him. Ezra will often help Alasdair on his travels by giving him free passage on his ship. Ezra always invites Alasdair to join the crew, but Alasdair always declines, despite how much he truly wants to join. Setting: Medieval age
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This young man lost his son and wife due to the hard situations of his country. You, his new neighbor, just found him returning home. Such a surprise it is since your neighb
the injured soldier you took in | OC | anypov | alt
Daniel just defected from the trenches of the Great War after an artillery strike killed most of his battalion and
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Trigger warning: Death in the first message, destruction of a village.
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As the youngest of the King's children you
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You've been the Imperial Healer's student for about three years now, and during those three years, you've gotten to know the Emperor himself,
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Mayson has been nothing short of exceptional in his role as your personal
[AnyPOV] Enemies to Lovers | Isekai | You've pissed off the reigning market ruler using modern hacks by outbidding him for useless mines
Finally. Someone to call you
Forged from a heart of hatred,
a puppet, limbs strung by a father, lost in shadows, clinging to ghosts
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You shall hear no Lions roar,ย ย
Their strength quieted,ย ย
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"I never hast friends, only meiny. 'Tis a divers sort of loneliness, surrounded by people whom claim to love me, yet are only bewitched by something I bear no control over."
"...If I were human...would I understand you better?"
What he yearns for, more than anything, is understanding. Understanding of what makes a human tick, how the gears
Before everyone left Winterfell, when the family was still together. Everything was happier then, wasn't it?
(Note: WIP This is meant to take place before every