so, i’m gonna try to keep this short. i’ve had this blog for less than two weeks( 12 days, actually!), but because of all the fun i’ve been having & all the great people i’ve befriended in the short time that i have been here, it’s felt like a lot longer than just that. frankly, i don’t know why the heck you guys are flocking to me and my large glowing apostate tree, but i am glad that you are! anders is different from the sorts of muses that i usually play, so it’s kind of like a breath of fresh air for me to be here. and of course, it’s equally as pleasant to see all the amazing people i see on my dash every day. i love you guys.
if you’re not on this list, please don’t be offended/think i don’t like you as much/etc! i love everyone that i’ve met/spoken to thus far, and also, it’s highly likely that i forgot a couple of people while i was making this ( because lbr my memory is not the best ). but here’s a quick shoutout to a handful of people that have made my relatively short time here particularly special ( or that i just really enjoy watching from my corner apostate garbage pail ).
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❛ Iorv, ❜ He starts, typical greeting followed by a kiss to the cheek, ❛ Took a contract recently that had me chasing an Ekimmara through some elven ruins. Found /this/, ❜ A sword is produced, elder speech carved into blade -- unreadable to his eyes, but perhaps carrying more meaning to an Aen Seidhe. ❛ tucked away in its nest. Figured i'd hold onto it, see if you wanted it. ❜
Yet he hadseen the cascade of Shaerrawedd, beheld the folly of Aelirenn, and descried the carnage afore Dol Blathanna’s quasi-reign; remnants, they were said to be, more than a vestige and less than a shadebut how could they be, if there were no remains, nor beleaguered tinctures, which didst thenceforth tarry ( even Faeinnewedd seemed to wane, a final echo of erstwhile whimsy ).
Though dactyls entwine with something relinquished unto fading present, and countenance is riddled with tides of quaking uncertainty: it is not fleeting as he would have presumed, metal rests atop gloved hands, weighted as any other blade he hath heretofore claimed. Lips sunder in silent shock; in brevity ebon brow furrows ‘neath scarlet shroud. How can a solitary shard, a fractal, be imbued with such history? And still it is a reminder of all that has been lost.
❝ Many of the officers in my unit carried swords like these, ❞ a low intonation; for he knows that the Witcher is dreadfully unaware of what this is, what it means. Perchance, in some respects, he has endowed the whole of elven chronicle, in little more than haemal-risen antiquity hence. ❝ Never thought I’d hold one again. ❞ Hilt is gripped with dilapidated familiarity, scintillating silver examined further, with torturous precision this time. Not a feigned attempt at lore, but an authentic branch from his people’s atrophying tree.
Beryl fixates on this unexpected gift-giver; even if he tried, he would be unable to cloister the misshapen smile which creases disfigured skin thereafter. ❝ You’ve done the Aen Seidhe a great service, Geralt; I…don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay this debt. ❞
as a forward, i’d like to say this is very much overdue && i’d firstly like to apologise for not recognising or showing my gratitude for you guys any sooner ; an ‘ i’ll do it the next hundred ’ turned into ‘ maybe the next ’ which in turn ended with me, several months && many hundreds of followers later, pulling stuff together in a hurried attempt to get something out there.
now, this was ultimately prompted due to a large number of followers that i’ve managed to gather here in my five months of having this blog ––––––––– but numbers aside (as i’ve always had a dislike of numbers + keeping track of my follower count is the least of my worries), i really just wanted to make this to recognise the many talented people that i have the privilege of having on my dash!!
truly, when i say that this has been one of the more welcoming communities i’ve been a part of, i mean it. i honestly made dorian on a whim, having not even finished the game before i decided ‘ hey, maybe i’ll try my hand at this guy! ’ && never did i think that i’d 1.) love dorian so much 2.) get so far in my writing or 3.) meet so many amazing people. you’ve all helped me get so much further in my writing than i ever thought i would && for that, i don’t think i can ever thank you enough –––––– for your continued patience, encouragement && all the kindness that i’ve been met with, THANK YOU.
there is light – too much light, even though it is clearly nighttime; there is noise – too much noise, even though those are only the trees. people – no, not people – speak to her, and she replies, and her voice sounds utterly ALIEN to her, for she remembers a different voice, a hoarse voice that whispered, spoke, cried out…
she doesn’t remember when, or what, or whom that voice belonged to even –
the voice itself is the only thing she remembers beside DARKNESS. darkness she’s been torn out by those… aen seidhe, they call themselves just that.
a voice asks, and another voice – her OWN now, her own voice,
‘ neén. my name… neén– ‘
no. she remembers not.
Devoid of magnanimity, visage beholds little more than a shade of stolidness. It almost appears exorbitant, having weapons drawn on a woman who botches colloquy, fumbles for words ( and yet the Woodland Fox was known for his ostentatious displays, yes? )
❝ Of course a dh'oine would be foolish enough to wander through the forest while drunk on fisstech. ❞
A listless wave of gloved hand, and archers rest hesitantly; commander lingers aside faltering interlocutor, though scowl remains evident. The unit murmurs amongst itself, perhaps condescending to question why they’ve squandered any breath and sweat on a woman who can hardly speak, but all incredulity goes without any such antiphon.
❝ I don’t need your name; I ask only that you disclose what brought you here, if not to infiltrate the camp. ❞
Myers-Briggs: XNTJ ( no preference between extraversion or introversion ) —– either ‘the commander’ ( natural-born leader; projects authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. Often characterised by a ruthless level of rationality, using their drive, determination and sharp minds to achieve whatever end they’ve set ), or 'the architect’ ( imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private, amazingly curious, but they do not squander their energy; one of the rarest and most strategically capable personality types ).
Alignment: Chaotic Good —– believing in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations; hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. Follows own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.
Kinsey Scale: 3 —– tho using the kinsey scale for an asexual doesn’t grant a fair representation of anything lmfao so using this scale, his alignment is 2 ( romantic ), 1 ( sexual ), and 3 ( 'kinsey ’ ).
Hogwarts House: - Temperament: Choleric —– fundamentally ambitious and leader-like; maintains a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and try to instill it in others. As well as being leader-like and assertive, cholerics also fall into deep and sudden depression.
What aspects of himself are Ioverth most critical of? How would this manifest in behavior, attitude or action?
Oh gosh, Iorveth is actually an extremely self-critical person, though that aspect of him is pretty easy to miss because he isn’t exactly the most open individual. Above all else, he’s probably the most self-conscious and analytical regarding his decision making and the choices he makes on behalf of the Scoia’tael ( those he has ordinance over, anyhow ).
For instance, he isn’t willing to take credit for the hope he instills in the elves ( as he says it’s because of Saskia, even though that’s not true ), but he immediately takes responsibility for putting his faith in the wrong person, or being betrayed ( ex., after being told that Letho murdered a large faction of his brigade, & finding out that there were plans to kill the Scoia’tael in Aedirn, Iorveth remarks that “the elves will die because of my stupidity”, even tho this…clearly was not his fault; at least not entirely ). This makes him meticulous, doubtful, and cynical. His trust has been abused more times than he can count, and whilst he does put the onus on those who deceived him, he takes blame for the harm done, especially if one of his men is killed. ( And even though it seems like he moves on from the past easily, he carries his own mistakes with him and continues to reprimand himself; while he doesn’t outwardly dwell, it’s pretty clear that he still hounds himself for Ciaran’s death, among other things ).
Needless to say, he does not trust very easily anymore, and he expects the absolute worst from humans. Moreover, and probably more importantly, he refrains from becoming close to anyone or befriending people.
The second biggest flaw he sees in himself, in my opinion, is his inclination to get attached to people and to have his emotions muddle his thoughts, actions, etc. He tries not to let himself feel things, as he doesn’t want to distract from his goals; and in more ways than one, he tries so hard to be nothing more than a Soldier, or a reified symbol for The Cause TM, really. Thus he reprimands himself for letting personal bias taint his opinions ( as messed up as that sounds ), and for acting based on what he wants rather than what would benefit the entirety of the elven race. ( Like…the biggest signifier of this is when he remarks that he is who he “needs” to be, not who he wants; he doesn’t think that he can or should do what he, personally, desires, as he tries to make his desires what would be best for all elves ).
As a result, he tends to be a very pragmatic person, but he’s sacrificed most of his personhood ( or tried to ) and he dissociates a terrible amount. I’ve said before that I don’t think Iorveth sees himself as an individual, so much as he sees himself as a vessel for his objectives ( re: freedom for the nonhumans ).Tbh if you asked him if he had regrets or if he even liked the person he was, he’d answer that it doesn’t matter what he thinks. But obviously, this…is not a healthy way of living, or even a plausible way of living; no one can be completely objective and no one can just…stifle their feelings through anything and everything. Honestly he’s an incredibly selfless being, but it’s cost him so much of who he is and was.
I have reached 100 followers, just wow. *lays on the floor with face down*
I don’t even know what to write here. Just thank you? All of you? I will list some names down there because I feel like I need to thank them specifically one way or another. So, although it’s a small list, please know that I’m eternally grateful to all of you. (get it? Eternally? Eternal? Like my url? Ok, I’ll stop). If you are not there I’m sorry, it’s just that at the top of my mind, these people are the ones that make tumblr fun and make me want to just read all day and completely disregard all my responsibilities as an adult. I was following some of these people on my personal before I even knew there was an rp community to speak of. Actually, I’m pretty sure that these people’s threads and writing are the reason why I joined this community in the first place. So, before anything, thank you for showing me this amazing community and for being crazy talented writers:
Some of the names below I have yet to interact, to some of them is highly likely that I never will. But their characters make my dash brighter and I just enjoy myself reading their threads. It’s not in any specific order!
I just want to remind you that I’m not a private or selective, if you want to interact (even if I haven’t followed you back) please just say or scream, anything. Considering I basically don’t know when to stop taking new threads, I’m totally willing to plot :)
❛❛they say war is hell,
so peace should be holy
but darling, the only thing i ever held sacred
was your name in my mouth
they say do not take the lord’s name in vain,
so i muffle the sounds against your neck,
and hope the heavens are not listening
— but if they could hear me, they would not begrudge me this (via joetoyes)
No Masters or KingsPrimary Verse, set during the midst of Chapter 2, or the beginning of Chapter 3. World state: Vergen lingers on the brink of war, and the commander spends his days readying his forces or fretting about Saskia.
Idealism sits in PrisonSecondary Verse, post-game or during the events of The Witcher 3. World state: Aedirn and the Pontar Valley lay in ruin due to the siege led by Nilfgaard. The Scoia'tael of the east are dwindling in number, slaughtered in the war; Iorveth has left Saskia and the better half of his army to gather recruits in the city of Novigrad, relinquishing the title of commander to his best scout, Ele'yas. In Novigrad, Iorveth lays low, and lingers in the Putrid Grove with the King of Beggars ( though he would be loath to admit that he works with him ); he spends his nights aiding the nonhumans of the city, who are being crushed by Radovid's corrupt knights, either smuggling them out of the area or recruiting them into the Scoia'tael to fight alongside the Dragonslayer's forcesor both.
Felled in the NightDragon Age verse. World state: Information here.
❝ They say all elves are beautiful, that they are born thus. In Iorveth’s case someone set out to change this [...] He was a living legend, the elusive leader of a Scoia’tael unit whose members gave no thought to laying down their arms and continued their war against humans. Stories of his deeds, of his deep hatred of dh’oine, painted him as more akin to a vengeful ghost than to an individual made of blood, bone and flesh...❞
Julian Alfred Pankratz viscount de Lettenhove, "Dandelion".
Most humans might contend that the Scoia’tael are little more than ferocious heathens, who will not stop their tyranny until every last dh’oine has been cleft in twain—they may even be right in assuming such a thing. Iorveth, famous for his resourcefulness and tactical genius ( as well as his viscousness ), means to unite the scattered forces, somewhat certain that they will answer his call when the time comes.
He has only ever existed in a time when blood imbrued the waters, knowing little of a time of peace, for his people or for his foes. He knows betrayal better than he knows friendship; he trusts few, and has faith in even fewer. Once, he would have named himself the Commander of a ruthless brigade during the Nilfgaardian war, ally to those of the Vrihedd.
His comrades were executed before his very eyes; there was no honour amidst the battle, no justice, nor any such romantic deluges within the hollow carnage of war. The Vrihedd was exterminated, sold and branded as cannon fodder by their own allies; the remaining Scoia’tael were marked as beasts, relinquished unto the slaughter, hunted and hounded for the remainder of their existence.
Iorveth evaded the clutches of death, but not without paying a lofty price: half of his face was destroyed, cut open while the other dh’oine colonels looked on, delighting in the torture. His eye is sacrificed, and yet that was not what sundered his TRUST in the humans.
Thus he endows himself with the responsibility of commanding the remnants, whatever vestiges of the Scoia’tael he can muster. Though not all fall beneath his jurisdiction, he aims to fight for their unbridled freedom, and a land in which the nonhumans may roam free, unafraid and unfettered; a land where humans can enter forests without fear, where they may shed their petty prejudices and mayhaps learn to live alongside one another.
Relentless in battle and strategy, the general is named an astute strategist. He makes for a cunning and powerful adversary, but may well be blind in his acrimony and mistrust towards humans. In short, he expects the worst of them almost perpetually. This is not, however, any sort of secret; he is terribly blunt in all that he does, whether this be a virtue or a vice. Yet above all things, Iorveth is a man of his word. His men are loyal to him, and in return, he is loyal to those who issue him this allegiance.
If u dont kno jak shit abt the Witcher or Iorveth, pls consult this page.
Basics: name: Iorveth height: ~1.80m or 5'11" race: Elf appearance: Go here for more information on the scar. Svelte yet athletic in build; covers one half of his face with a red headscarf, which conceals his missing eye ( which very few people ever actually see ); a scar runs from his upper lip to said eyesocket; his clothing is an amalgamation of armour he has stolen from those he has slain, as he is far too poor to buy anything of the sort; a tattoo of an oak tree branch runs down the side of his neck, presumably past the collarbone; his vest is littered with sigils from the commanders he has killed; he has v silly socks. talents: A century of fighting with humans has made him a skilled tactician, and one might even go as far to call him a genuis. He has a resolute network, one which can gather information on almost anyone he wishes; coupled with that, the Scoia'tael are some of the best archers in the known world. In spite of his missing eye and damaged depth percetion, Iorveth wields two swords or a bow with deadly ease. etc: it’s important 2 note that Iorveth isn’t the commander of all the Scoia’tael; he has his own faction of about thirty elves, but there are others who he has no control over. It’s true that he wants to unite the elves, but the distance between them and the different ideals make this a difficult task. In other words, not all of the Scoia’tael will have the same goals or tactics as his own brigade, though they may all be similar at the root.
general.
This is a private blog: I will only interact with those of whom I follow blah bla hblahlablhl. Iorv's a pretty "niche" character, so I might be a little bit selective with following back, but I usually reciprocate tbh, as long as u don't seem like a meanie haha.
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Furthermore, as far as like, sending in memes goes?? I do not give a Carp about mutual memeing??? Dude if u want to reblog the meme from me but don't send one in, go right ahead?? I will not take offense in any way lmao idk if this needs to be said but just a friendly reminder for u ok?
triggers.
I read all of my followers rules ( including nonmutuals ), and try to take into account everyone's triggers. If I ever miss something, please tell me and I will not hesitate to tag it for you. I ask that you tag animal abuse, domestic abuse, and nsfw pictures for me. In terms of this blog, however, the subject matter will inevitably be very, very triggering to some; I cannot change that if I am to stay true to this muse, but I will tag whatever is asked of me, and the usual things ( nsfw; gore; eye horror; etc. ).
portrayal.
I've read the books, and I have played the games, though I have not yet finished Witcher 3. I hope this doesn't prove to be a problem ;___; If I make a mistake pls just kik my ass tbh. PLS consult this page if u don't know much about the Witcher/Iorveth himself; its just a list of his important features/facts, tbh.
replies.
I'm busy, so pls don't expect me to reply to anything very quickly. If u cant respect that, idk what 2 tell u other than u are going to be a very unhappy person, probably. P^/
romance & etc.
As far as shipping goes, the only one on this blog will be with Stevie's Geralt bec my son is a fucking GAY BABY. In other words, I'm single ship, and pls stop asking 2 hop on my son's dick thanks.
Furthermore, smut is never going to happen! I portray Iorveth as a sex-repulsed asexual, and I, for one, am also a sex-repulsed asexual. I ask that you respect this. pls. pls dont submit me pictures of ur dick. yes this has happened before and i will be a VERY UNHAPPY TEACUP IF U DO THIS!!!!!!!!! ITS GROSS!!!
exclusivity.
I do not care if you interact with a hundred thousand "doubles" or what not, and if you want me to be exclusive to you, then inform me and it shall be done. I have here an exclusive list. ( * Granted, this...sort of has to be reasonable; if u see me interacting with many of hte same muse, I'm probably...not going 2 agree to being exclusive to u. jsyk ?? It's a courtesy thing, tbh )
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If you don't know me ( which is good for u u should get out while u can tbh,,, ) my name's Cressida! Most people call me Cress or some variant of the name. I am a smol British teacup living in Canada at the moment, and I study Shakespearean and Medieval literature for leisure and scholarly interest. You can find my personal blog here, but it's not that active. My Skype is available to mutuals upon request. hhhhh theres not much else to say other than ??? I love tea and dogs and people I guess. have fun xoxo
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