40th ♫ | a coward revels in her emptiness

[mytarget]

OC VOICETEST FOR ELLE BRANWEN

Elle is the resident shady-ass bard and big witch hat owner of the Blackest Night Guild, a once legendary adventuring guild that slowly slid into obscurity and general not-doing-much-of-anything-ness when the original party members disappeared after a titanic battle, leaving tiny fifteen years old Elle all by herself (well, she had a friend, but The Drama) to run Blackest Night in their absence, waiting for their return. Ten years later and Elle is now catty, bitter and mostly unmotivated to do much of anything until the guild receives a shutdown notice and she springs into action, refusing to let Blackest Night shut down without a fight. Cliffnotes/quick overview for meme purposes below:

Elle IS:

• Visibly in her early/mid 20's, with the kind of lean, toned build of someone who does a lot of physical outdoors activity. She has blue eyes and long blonde hair, some strands of which she has braided and pinned back out of her face. She dresses mostly in black and white with occasional gold accents and of course, she has an Enormous Fucking Witch Hat. Her aesthetic overall is kind of witchy, even though she's a bard? Don't worry about it. Also she's a total babe but she's a Claire OC so that's a given.
  
• She Is A Bard, so that's her magic and combat deal. Instead of just music or dancing or w/e being her Bardly Domain, her niche is the idea of performance in general. She's particularly good at singing and dancing, though, and plays a lute. She's also uhhhh really good at lying.
  
• Grouchy, crabby, sassy 100% of the time. i Will keep saying "she's just Fantasy Gina Linetti" until i come up with a better way of getting across her general vibes
  
• Actually Super Depressed and just generally dealing very badly with losing the people who were the only family she's ever known and spending ten years waiting around for their return. A lot of her acting out and general nastiness is a combo of "negative attention still means people are paying attention to me" and "if i don't get attached to people they can't leave and crush my heart to pieces again"
  
• Hailing from a setting blatantly ripped off from D&D, so her experiences of tech and culture are influenced by that general fantasy time period.
  
• Book smart, educated and has the potential to be well-spoken, she's just a horrible contrary crabbypants


Elle IS NOT:

• Familiar with modern day culture or technology
  
• Particularly nice or friendly to the average person. She comes off as pretty rude and standoffish, though it's worth noting that she's never mean to kids
  
• Particularly nice to uhhhh anyone who isn't Ollie, really

Like my usual CMOs, I'm totally happy to roll with assumed CR, AUs, setting transplants, BASICALLY ANYTHING YA LITTLE HEART MAY DESIRE, I'M HERE TO GET ON WITH IT

PROMPTS:

Random Scenario Meme Prompts
Jamjar CR Meme Prompts
Murdergame Scenario Meme Prompts

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[knightoutofhell]

A few minutes ago, a portal to hell belched out fire and smoke on the front lawn of Blackest Night's guild hall. That was followed shortly by an enormous, heavily armored figure dragging a struggling demon out by the horns. The struggling continued until the portal closed again, leaving a severed demon head lying on the ground, surrounded by gently burning grass. The blood splattered knight had stood in a daze, as his armor made ticking sounds from the metal shrinking slightly as it cooled off. He had looked looked around for about a minute, then fell to his knees, and then face first into the grass, and passed out.

He hasn't moved since, save for faint breathing.

during the journey post closure

[outleander]

[The fight isn't going well.

It's strange- the beasts in this area are never this populous, even during their breeding season. They never fight this wildly, as if they're rabid. Never fight to the last body.

Oleander curses and joins the fray for the first time- there's no choice, as some of the creatures are breaking past the front line fighters... so he lunges, sinking his lance into one of the boar-like monsters' spine in one sharp movement]

Damn it- we have to run, there's too many!

[guilddog]

[ oh, look, Cale has fallen asleep somewhere improbable, inappropriate, and uncomfortable. again. ]