lionofmara – vvardenfellcat

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5: Were you nervous about putting your OC out there? How long did it take before you decided to play your OC here on Tumblr.

I was a bit initially, though it was mostly because I had no idea of what I was doing. I wrote plenty of stories beforehand, though they were more for myself to read. Really I got more nervous when people actually started following me, but by now the only times I really get nervous is when I’m unsure about my writing (minimal) or when I’m rping with a new person. Most of the time I’m excited or flustered over my rp partners bc hot damn them writes/muses good shit 👌👀👌👀👌👀

J’hasi being on here is entirely this lassie’s fault right here. I would’ve never found the Shipyard or met any of the lovely people here if not for her tbh. I’m not super adventurous online in terms of new sites. It took me however long before I remembered to actually make an account and I actually had the time for it.

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17: Do they have any guilty pleasures? They embarrassed about them? Do they flaunt them?

Smooches, hand-holding, hugging, basically any sort of platonic intimacy. He gets embarrassed about smooches regardless of the amount (or lack) of people around, and hand-holding he doesn’t really get embarrassed unless he’s shamed for it. He never mentions any desires for smooches (least not since Maarzi), so no I’d say he doesn’t flaunt it.

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19: Have they ever been injured? Sick? How do they deal with it?

Yes, and yes. Minor injuries he’ll be pretty indifferent to, only reacting to them if he accidentally bumps ‘em or something to bring the pain back to the forefront, though it’s usually just a wince or a hiss. Major injuries he’ll get really crabby and defensive, snapping at anyone who irritates him. He’s usually just a grouch until he heals up. Illnesses of any sort more severe than the sniffles he’s grouchy as hell.

{ Frustration, Confusion, Exhaustion}

Frustration

Answered!

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Confusion

Usually he stands very still, ears pricked or cocked at an angle, usually just one brow furrowed, two if it’s something a bit difficult to comprehend other than, say, a talking bear playing a lute in a town square or something. His tail is usually curled closer to himself in the former situation of reacting to oddities, his body slowly curling in on itself in preparation to defend himself without him acknowledging it. With comprehension, his tail will usually start to swish and a frown starts on his face once frustration sets in, but otherwise he is perfectly still and hyperfocused on his task. Breaking his concentration in this state leads to interesting results.

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Exhaustion

So. Very. Grumpy. J’hasi’s usually got his eyes half-open, his shoulders slumped, and he slouches a little. He’ll tend to sleepily bump into things and grumble about it, usually scowling a little without much energy put into it if it’s inanimate objects, more when it’s someone he doesn’t like or isn’t happy with at the moment. His ears and whiskers droop, his brows are tensed a little, and his mouth is usually set in a small frown. His tail is usually low to the ground, almost dragging if he’s exhausted to the point of passing out or falling into microsleep. He’ll trip over things more often, and leans on things more, and his standing/walking is wobbly like he’s drunk.

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8. Is the muse merciful or *cruel?

J’hasi’s usually a very merciful person. There’s only a few cases that he’s been cruel. Thalmor are the biggest case, obviously, if he’s allowed the time he’ll draw out the injuries and deaths unnecessarily. Same story with a few bandits and other such folks that were cruel to innocents in a way that conflicts deeply with how J’hasi feels others should treat each other.

An example can be found here. Warning: implied rape

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10. Is my muse honourable?

Depends. If his assailant is Thalmor, or is very clearly trying to kill him or harm others in any way, there is no honorable fighting. Survival takes precedence. Any fight J’hasi isn’t interested in taking part in and someone pushes him, also no honor, he’ll end it as quickly as he can with whatever’s at his disposal (following the mentality that ‘if you start a fight without regard for me, I’ll finish it without regard for you’).

Good-natured brawls/duels/sparring he’ll be honorable, as that’s something he’s agreed to, and is usually a learning experience, practice, and/or for funsies.

TL;DR J’hasi’s honorable unless you’re threatening survival/wellbeing of himself or others and/or being a dick. Show respect, get respect and all that.

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6. A drabble about the first time the muse killed someone.

The Khajiit shivered a little, surprised at the angry confession from the Dunmer, seeming to show no regret for what they’d done. Murdering someone, even a tax collector, and just…not caring… It scared him a little, but also made him angry. Did they not care about the Dunmer in the lighthouse? Thavere hadn’t even known their friend was dead until he’d said something. And the look on their face when he’d told them… J’hasi’s ears flicked back, brows furrowed.

“<That’s not excuse for murder.>” Foryn’s eyes narrowed on him.

“<You’re one of them, huh? Come to kill me? Well, give it your best shot, Khajiit. I’ve no problem spilling more of the blood of the Emperor’s lackeys!>” Before he could protest about the ‘lackey’ bit (or the killing bit for that matter), he was tackled into the wall behind him, yelping as a basket was crushed under him, head striking the wood at his back with a hiss. The Dunmer’s fingers groped for his neck, J’hasi’s tail puffing as he tried to shove them away, get them away from his neck, but the haft of his spear wasn’t much use in such close quarters, not when he was also trying to keep from being strangled.

“<W-wait!>” he yelped, only for the mer to grab the collar of his armor, lifting him up and slamming him into the wall, knocking him silly, letting him go only to grip around his throat and squeeze. The Khajiit started to panic, squirming, eyes wide, shocked and not knowing what to do, he had to get away, he had to breathe. It wasn’t until the edges of his vision started to darken that it hit him.

He was going to die here.

It was when the reality of that set in that J’hasi started to wriggle, teeth bared, biting at the air, hands grabbing the mer’s wrists and sinking his claws in, drawing his legs up, the claws on his toes tearing into fabric and skin as he kicked, clawing, biting, trying to get away. The Dunmer let out a long, loud stream of curses, letting go and backing away, blood staining their front and skin as the Khajiit gasped for breath like a beached fish.

“<You n’wah!>” Foryn rushed him again, but this time panic and adrenaline fueled the young Khajiit’s body like shock magic, darting underneath the arms reaching for his throat again, tackling them and knocking them over onto the ground. The mer let out a huff of air, hands reaching for his throat again, J’hasi’s tail puffing behind him before he grabbed the sides of the Dunmer’s head, bringing it up, and slamming it down.

Over.

And over.

And over…

The Khajiit was shaking, not realizing he’d been crying, eyes wide and cheeks damp, hands trembling as he realized that the dampness at his fingertips couldn’t be from tears.

Red. Red on the floor, under the mer’s head…

J’hasi’s breathing hitched sharply in his throat, scrambling back, kicking frantically to get away from a body he realized was dead, his back hitting the door with a thump. He looked at his hands, finding that his fingertips were darker, the scent of iron and salt biting at his nose. He hurriedly wiped it away on the dirt floor, his hands and…everything trembling uncontrollably. The glassy stare of the mer was still locked on the ceiling, where his face had been only…only moments before… The same look of shock and realization frozen in place… The Khajiit’s own face screwed up, closing his eyes, grabbing at the sides of his head as he started sobbing.

He just killed someone.