Identification
Name: Reynir Rowan Haust.
Age: Fourty-Nine.
Height: 5'9 ft.Gender: Male.
Race: Viera, Veena.
Class: Warrior.Sexuality: Homosexual.
Relationship status: Single.
In the sheets: Switch.Secrets: His original hair color is platinum blond.
| Likes | Dislikes |
|---|---|
| -- Snow. | -- Warm weather. |
| -- His freedom. | -- Taking orders. |
| -- Sweet and spicy foods. | -- Sour foods. |
| -- People being honest. | -- People being passive. |
| -- Nature. | -- Big crowds. |
| - | -- Magitek. |
RP status: Open
Medium: Prefer discord, but open to others.
Requirements: 21+
Other: Both SFW and NSFW are fine.
Contact: PM on twitter.
Personality
My personality? I have a laid back, lazy attitude and might appear sarcastic at times, or most of the time... It’s probably wisest not to take me serious at all. I might not be very the most studious person around, then again everyone has their own skills. Fortunately I’m pretty observant and fast reacting to different situations, so even if it might not be very thoughtful at times, in my line of work I’ve found it to be pretty useful! That and I’m not particularly born scared either.Many people in the past have learned not to touch anything or anyone I care about. Despite the fact I most often look indifferent or uncaring, I can be obsessively -if not aggressively- protective in my own way. Being sensitive or compassionate isn’t one of my strong suits and in a fight I’d probably be the first one to take a swing. Lucky for them I’m lazy, remember? Though easily agitated, it still gets me a second to get serious enough to bother. For some reason I love taunting people, just the look in their eyes, -questioning where you got the nerve from,- when you rub things in their faces, it really puts that beaming, self-satisfied smirk on mine. Alternatively I love to flirt, albeit ambiguously and more often than not patonically.My self-confidence is most often mistaken for disdain or arrogance, not that I care, it has the desired effect on people. Yes, even I would admit that I’m an ass! Before you start thinking I have this perfectly happy past to blame,- if not the danger-ridden mountain slopes that are Skatay Range,- I’m actually proud of where I come from. Perhaps I’m just twisted by default. One thing I try to avoid is picking sides, you've got to keep your options open if you want to stay alive. Which is in contrast to the fact that I have a habit of ignoring personal safety. To throw out a saying; If you want something, do something. When it comes to helping people, I’ll help, even though I’ll probably rant about you how stupid they are while doing it. It’s not that I do not care about anyone besides myself, sometimes its just easier when people think you don't.
| Virtue's | Vices |
|---|---|
| -- Protective | -- Temperamental |
| -- Loyal | -- Rebellious |
| -- Independent | -- Sarcastic |
| -- Resilient | -- Reckless |
| -- Honest | -- Stubborn |
Biography
Rowan and his twin sister Eylin where born on the Skatay Range, to Vjirde and Ovrar Haust.He and his sister were very close during their childhood, until they reached the age of fourteen and Rowan was taken away in the care of his father to become a wood-warder.He only recently made his way further out into the world when he learned his sister had left their tribe to explore....More detailed information will be added soon.
Gallery
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Writing
SFW
The following stories and images are relatively safe for work.
NSFW
The following stories might contain topics and images that are not safe for work.
Such as: nudity, sex and or gore.
Looking at and reading any of these stories is at your own risk!
All stories and screenshots are made by me, unless otherwise listed.
About me...
Thank you for taking note if the credits,
here is a picture of one of my cats!Me? I'm a 30+ female and a full-time nurse.
I've been RPing (literate and mmo's) and photoshopping since around the age of twelve.
Aaand... I am from the Netherlands.
Not sure what else to add here...A friend of mine introduced me to G-posing and I've kinda been hooked ever since...
The dang rabbit hole is deeeeep when it comes to my bunny boy's...Speaking of my bunny boys, below you'll find links to the other three.
If you are interested of course.I am however, still working on their carrd's, so forgive me if they are not available yet.
Wrenn
Ashvir
Roope
The Morning After
Reynir’s hands curled tighter around the cloth-wrapped handle of his great axe. For the first time in the past two weeks he was actually glad to patrol alone in a rather quiet and remote area. That he had taken off on his own before his back-up had woken up, was a different matter, but Reynir was sure the other would get over it. Right now he needed time to clear his head and what better way to do that, than to walk for a couple hours through the forest, the trees just far enough apart to get a steady stream of crisp air, the chattering sound of birds up high and nothing but moss covered grounds ahead of him.The whole reason to switch warders was to avoid any emotionally unstable mistakes due to personal connections when he would have to fight, but the throbbing headache wasn’t an aftermath of the alcohol he had consumed the night before. Reynir was angry, confused, conflicted and the more he tried to ignore what had happened, the more frustrated he became.”Fuck Roope, curse him to the mists!”
He slammed his fist against the bark of a nearby tree, angered even more by the realization his exclamation was a poor choice of words…Last night Roope, the warder he had been assigned to for the past few months, had backed him up against a wall and kissed him. And not the virgin; hey how are you doing let’s make a mutual decision about this kind. No, the; wait what, auch wall, why is your tongue down my throat? with an added bonus of; is that your knee between my thighs? and; how did your hand get under my shirt? kind. And though Roope was probably sleeping off a massive hangover into the late hours of the afternoon, Reynir was left with the mental remnants of last night’s disaster. The whole situation had his mind twirling loop tie loops trying to rationalize whatever it was that had happened, that he should’ve pushed Roope away, that it had just been a drunken joke. But the only rational point his damned brain seemed to make, was offering him the solution of thinking he had dreamt all of it.Truth be told his treacherous body disagreed completely, in all his attempts to ban the event further from his mind, he had only thought about it more. That eternally present wooden scent surrounding his warder that had caused his head to spin, the taste of booze on the man’s breath that had burned a way down his throat and the feeling of the Roope’s calloused hand that had crept way further south than he even dared to remember. That floating sensation as his brain short-circuited due to lack of oxygen and the hammering feeling of his heart against his rib-cage. Perhaps the thing that was pissing him off most, was he had not disliked it. Did that mean he had romantic feelings towards his teacher? No! Then why was he over-thinking it? Goddamn it, maybe?! They should’ve talked it over, cleared it up, but he panicked and ran. Not immediately, the rest of the evening had been seriously awkward between the two after Roope backed off exclaiming. “I’m drunk!” Good for fucking him! Reynir wasn’t, not any more at least, he had sobered up quite quickly at that point.He had never really considered kissing a guy, it wasn’t something he had ever heard of being discussed within the village and he wasn’t against it, but this was Roope. The man who was supposed to teach him how to become a wood-warder. The man who was as emotionally unavailable as a bloody tree. The man who begrudgingly accepted this charge,- meaning him,- as a favor to Reynir’s father. The man who had ‘forbidden’ written all over him because anything more than that would fuck up their friendship, fuck up his training, fuck up… everything! And he didn’t want that, most certainly not in the literal sense. And then there was Bogdan, Reynir's older childhood friend. The one who was always prepared to listen and give stupidly simple, though effective advise had utterly failed to do the latter. “If you ask me, you two would make a hot couple.” Well nobody had been asking! Least of all Reynir… How many more times did have to say he wasn’t interested in a quick fuck! Certainly not with his teacher!For a moment he clenched his jaw, his fingers tapping the grip on his great axe with increased force, before he let out a long sigh in an attempt to ease his tensed muscles. Seeing as there was only one path that lead down south, he was sure the other viera would catch up with him sooner or later. The sky above looked cloudy and whenever the narrow strip of flattened plant matter and dirt made a dip down a hill there had been an occasional fog bank here and there. In a sense it reminded him of simpler times. The path itself was in decent shape and so far the only thing that gave him any indication of danger, were some excrement's and broken branches along the side.Cresting the edge of a chasm he veered to the right, looking for the nearest bridge, despite the gloomy weather, the view had only gotten better. The past hour of walking allowed him to slowly ease his thoughts and he felt himself relax, though to his frustration the confusion made way for exhaustion and a quick glance at his reflection in a nearby pool confirmed that he looked no better. Maybe he should've taken an extra hour of sleep, but there was no turning back now.A frown furrowed his brows as he closed in on the nearest rope-bridge, noticing its lopsided appearance, the rope that used to secure it to one of the two poles, frayed and cut, swaying daintily upon the wind. Well that promised a lot of good… Yet he could not help, but be amused about the situation. He could hear his twin-sisters voice in the back of his mind; ‘well that’s your problem now’ in that off-key tone she would use to piss him off because she knew he hated it when she said that. He sighed once more before untying a piece of rope from his belt, knowing full well it was his job to fix it.
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