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Molinnaire
@molinnaire.bsky.social
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Mid to Low Fantasy artist with a lot of ideas. 27 years old.
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October 12, 2026 at 8:10 PM
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WESSON

"Gonna be candid with you Jill. Right, so: the worries, the platitudes - all'at? Sock 'em.

I'm just a bloke. A lad from the cobble fuflilling his role.
Just Wesson, is all. Nothin' more."

He won't die today.
He won't die tomorrow.

In fact, he won't die at all.

#art #characterdesign #poc
A strange agent who holds a pristine silver revolver, with a bone-like arm he doesn't usually show off like a trophy. It's a useful thing, but one that shouldn't be paraded around, if possible. A philosophy that he follows even at the level of his identity. Who is he? When was he born? Does he have a family? How does he live? Does he have a permit to operate in the US? Where is his "Smith?" Who is Wesson? Ask those questions and he'll dodge them like bullets. Or give an answer that technically satisfies the prompt, yet he's much more open when the lights are off of him. For an agent, such a trait is desirable. A brit like him is bound to be a stubborn chap, after all. One who takes on increasingly dangerous tasks. Reckless even. There's been hundreds upon hundreds of agency reports of injuries grievous enough to have been lethal, yet miraculously... He always makes it. He won't die today. He won't die tomorrow. In fact, he won't die at all. And he's tried.
October 12, 2026 at 8:06 PM
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September 25, 2026 at 8:31 PM
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GEORGE CROCKETT

"Well there Rosemary, I tol' ya. You are free to eat pie but don't overdo it, now. You have ta leave room for dinner."

"But it's CHERRY! We NEVER get cherry pie!!"

"Alright then, Rosie. Go for it.
You never know how many cherry pies we get to eat"

#characterdesign #art #dad #cute
George Crockett, or Georgie as his friends know him, was formerly a sheriff. As a man of the law, he's seen the underbelly of society a few times, and has learned that there's little one cannot come back from. He's as calm as can be, and has a big heart for all the people in his life. However, his true love and joy is his daughter Rosemary. Little is known about her beyond her voracious appetite and a strange, but likely simply mistaken error in thought, that she's been 10 years old for a long time now. He allows her everything. There's a certain amount of concern sourced from his permissiveness, but at the same time - is there really anything like a child's smile when you've seen the worst of society? It's that pure innocence and genuine happiness that Gerogie likely lives for. It's enough to get a man to power through any hardship - just to catch his little girl smile once more. ...It was just a night out in the town. The fire. The screams. The sudden loss of life. And then there's Rosemary. His darling Rosemary.
September 25, 2026 at 8:31 PM
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September 23, 2026 at 7:55 PM
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MURIEL LAVIOLETTE

"I'm afraid that's a classified document. Neither I nor my... partner are of import to you.

I classified it.
And it is to remain that way."

Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.

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#characterdesign #secret #oc #art #digitalart #lesbian #lgbt
For a woman who handles and dances around red tape, secrets are to be expected. But secrets are often not signs of dishonesty. Simply put, a suppressor on a gun never hides its intention, it puts less eyes on its results. Agent or not, Muriel doesn't hide behind secrets more than she hides her pain through secrets. Call it bureaucracy. She shall call it 'keeping the record clean.' And so it is. Spotless. And her hands are never to touch a firearm again. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
September 23, 2026 at 7:50 PM
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September 21, 2026 at 6:52 PM
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September 21, 2026 at 6:51 PM
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AKANE JUBEI, THE SPIRIT

"Two feet float like birds / among the blossoms and reeds. / The blade cuts cleanly."

Traveler warrior from a misty land. Met an end too untimely - but her family kept her soul.

A cherry blossom
Fleeting, but no less beautiful.

#characterdesign #fantasyart #ronin #art #oc
The granddaughter of a smith, wielding a sword made for her. A ronin, a traveler. A warrior, a maiden. Contrasting facets - dilemma of the swordsmen. One more journey. One more fight. One more training session. Looking ahead. Facing always towards the sun, never what it lights. Perhaps it was always foretold, when Jubei's spirit would be sealed within her blade. A mournful night, but one final act of love. To not keep a spirit with unresolved ambitions wander, for they might end up in the Pit - resentful and prone to becoming an Oni. The haiku would be used as part of the seal. Perhaps it imbued her soul with an onmyo blessing. Not all myths come with legends. And not all myths are pure fable.
September 21, 2026 at 6:50 PM
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September 9, 2026 at 11:03 PM
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MEET THE NEVERMORES

"This, Juliet, is true psychedelic rock. 'Light my Fire' - There is only one word to describe the sound from this era - Sublime. 1967."

There's beauty even in disaster.
No time to wallow in the mire.

#characterdesign #gothicart #paranormal #oc #detective #comics #characterart
The Nevermores - a small, strange family of mother and daughter. One leads a double life, the other's biggest worry is her upcoming midterms. Oh, to have life be so simple again. Then again, if life was so straightforward, Jillian would've never had Juliet. There's beauty even in disaster. No time to wallow in the mire.
September 9, 2026 at 11:03 PM
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September 8, 2026 at 10:01 PM
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JACOB ESAU ANTECRISTO

"Spare me. There's enough lectures about the evils and punishment of Hell. What do you say we break the ice with a little song, huh? A little respite from the puritan drivel of the ignorant.

Tonight, we feast on the Unholy Ghost."

Ego. Pure ego.

#characterdesign #oc #grunge
What's a puppetmaster if not fascinated by his puppets? Just stringing them along is boring. Part of the "fun," if you can call it that beyond a metaphorical level, is figuring out ways to make them dance to your tune less forcibly. And what does one yearn for if not control after being deprived of agency through their developing years? However... A musician with a God complex and a fascination for the Evil One mixed with an unfortunate name for a radical is... an explosive mix. Ego. Purpose. Preaching. He sure fits the criteria to wear the gown - but does he understand anything he's talking about? Has he witnessed any of the purported promises of the devil? Jacob doesn't seem to care. He's too... narrowminded. But to be fair, it's hard to operate under the assumption you're wrong. He's the grand desacralizer. Long since crossing his own threshold. Who else will see through him what lies beyond?
September 8, 2026 at 10:00 PM
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September 5, 2026 at 7:28 PM
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THE GASKNIGHT

"'Tis a pity there be need for scarecrows in Relicta at all, it is. I hope to hold this rifle 'ere as nothin' more than intimidation but...

S'not just for show.
Go along now."

Good ol' blighty.

#steampunk #characterdesign #fantasyart #worldbuilding #art #darkfantasy
The loving term "Gasknight" was given to the constables of Heavenward from their distinguishing factors: Their gaslight lamps and their style of armor. Adorned in brass, and depending on their status, a black cloak, Gasknights are often feared. Much like their counterparts, the named Plague Assassins, they have a certain aspect of anonymity that dehumanizes them. High collars and constable caps - adorned with a feather reminiscent of white steam. Captain Springfield hails from a renowned family responsible for smithing the guns that the constabulary wields - the so-called Springfield Model 1783. A rifle whose innovation is abandoning black-power and firing pans for single-round chambers - a move that made many weapon manufacturers obsolete. It was an innovation so significant because it has initiated an arms-race of sorts between the opposing groups of the cops and the robbers. The general population have little reason to fear the Gasknights, but their position is hardly enviable. One wrong move, and involve yourself in political matters - get Cleaned like a stain. Or, get suspected for genetic inferiority and be labeled an Unfortunate, where the Gasknights' spears are cattle prod, and they're then pushed to the discard corner, alongside their new "friends." Springfield doesn't enjoy what she has to do. She is more lenient than most Gasknights, but she is not above resorting to her resources. But one has to ask - is trauma from the service also a reason to be discarded with the others? Where is the line between a scarecrow and a body on a pike? Is there a line at all? A bloodied badge does little to deter the blood-slicked cogs of Heavenward. Regular Female Gasknight outfit. No cloak. High collar tucked. Much more police-like. Even comforting.
September 5, 2026 at 7:27 PM
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September 3, 2026 at 10:39 PM
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THE BLACK KNIGHT'S POISE

"I don my armor. Wield my sword. Fight battles unending - For the Dark Lord.

May his ambitions be fulfilled
So we can all be properly buried."

Entropy takes.
If it's a matter of time, when does immortality start to hinder?

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Ser Nostradamus' name is not actually his. Such a name became so entwined with him due to his mythological association with being able to "predict the future." Nothing but battlefield embellishment. His name was Hans von Ziegler. He was a skilled swordsman. Able to read an opponent quickly. Attempts at fighting back were turned against the opponent almost instantly. Impressive, undoubtedly. Exhausting for an eternity. Becoming a demon from his pact with the collective of the Tree of Knowledge, he quickly became a permanent member of Molinnaire's legion. No fear of death. Or need for physical rest. Rather, he no longer had a physical body. A sword made unbreakable yet forced to remain some sort of museum fixture. A knight who is no longer man. A suit of armor with a voice. How large a part of that is an honorable warrior? And where does it become eternal slavery? All for the whims of an aging king, who unlike his revived legion, has an organic body, and not a demonically revived one.
September 3, 2026 at 10:38 PM
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August 31, 2026 at 10:24 PM
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THE CRIMSON KING

"The First Queen turned this land into a unified empire. Yet her tenets are obsolete - relics of an era of savagery.

Solvognen is not at peace, no. It hides. Pretending itself a haven, when it is frozen."

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Progress is relative. So is revolution. To the side of the winner, a campaign of conquest looks like a sweeping change that's come to clean up any given nation. Unfortunately, there's two sides for every battle. Just like Elysia's conquest of Solvognen - to the survivors of brigand raids and banditry, she was a saint. A bloody saint, but a necessary one. To others, a merciless conqueror. A killer and a crimson queen in her own right. A self-righteous sheltered girl shaping the world in her image. A pilgrim of God playing one. And thus, the Crimson King's posture is understandable. For over two hundred years, Solvognen has shaped its ideals and beliefs around the teachings of an old queen. A dead woman. And so change is inevitable. Change is scary. We have no control over who will bring about change. And so they hope they are on the side of the victor. For the alternative... ...Three lullabies in an ancient tongue; For the court of the crimson king.
August 31, 2026 at 10:23 PM
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THE BOAR

"They'll get what's coming to them. Every single one. I lost an eye, but everyone here lost their lives.

...Even the czar. Slaughtered. Atop his ivory tower."

One of the tragic survivors of a small Viverne village.
A bitter man.

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One of the tragic survivors of a small Viverne village under dukedom. He was set to be a perfectly average member of society. A child raised to live and work for his community. Then the bombs fell. He had to learn to use Wyvernfire to cauterize his own wounds - there was no one left to teach him. Boris Astanov survived alongside his fellows through the advantages of youth and a growing body. They were all orphaned young. Whatever broken bones could heal. Bruises were temporary. Cuts could be mended. But not his eye. Not his family. Not his village. The fated coming of the daystar was not a miracle. It was no miracle at all.
August 29, 2026 at 8:43 PM
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August 21, 2026 at 4:54 PM
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THE NIGHTROVERS

"No- Hold the lantern please."
"It's nothing, Eloise."
"We have to make sure. While the dark is our ally, it's only conditional."
"There you go again with your speeches-"
"...I pray it holds your one inconvenience is me being careful."
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The world's unlikeliest yet also spookiest armed night vigils. They're like grave wardens but whose cemetery is the entire perimeter of a given piece of land. Grave park rangers. Unsavory wetworks is their bread and butter. Like special agents who receive word from high command.
August 21, 2026 at 4:53 PM
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August 19, 2026 at 6:20 PM
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THE DARKSLAYER

"The only reminder that I existed beyond this barren tundra is that this sword was once the Devil's.

I took back my life by wielding it."

This is no ordinary sword. It kept the madman wielding it alive.

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This is no ordinary sword. It's subtle green glow, and the occasional unnatural sheen hint at its more sinister nature. Faint whispers and wails emit from the blade, though it's not known whether these are legends and the result of air blowing through the rivet holes, or if the weapon truly houses innumerable spirits. Being in the presence of this weapon is enough to warrant uneasiness. Not nausea. Not fear. One is made uncomfortable, like a haunted object should command. It earned the name of Darkslayer, or Finstertöter, from its wielder's reputation. He claims his mission is to slay demons in the ninth circle. And that he crawled his way out of Hell. Though chivalrous stories of heroism and other exploits are so often exaggerated people just believe the Shade to not be in his right mind, rather than tragic. And in a way, they'd be correct. No man enters hell and leaves complete. Whether it's a missing arm. Heavy gash wounds. Or a fragmented mind to cope with your new state of being. You've been stabbed plenty. Bled many times. Yet still, you walk this earth. Lethal injury has proven ineffective. Are you still in hell? "An artifact like this is better left a mythical weapon, wielded by a madman with no regard for his life."
August 19, 2026 at 6:19 PM
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SISTER SINESTRA

"I perform to see the will of the Matron fulfilled. We make the world a stage for the Zodiac.

For fire a spark
And in night, a day
Signs of the stars
Keep dark at bay

Now and forever, a Sister we stay.

...
Hehe, how was that, Hel?"

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Jennifer St. James is as chaotic as her roommate, but a bit more on the lazy side. An affluent, aimless young woman now embodying the devoted left stagehand of the Matron. Though as a concept it's most unfitting... Jer is perfect for the role. She enables the whims of her wacky roommate. The world, a stage set by her.
August 13, 2026 at 6:20 PM