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(fullview pls thank u it looks terrib blurry otherwise)
entry for the MYO contest!!
this is a monster of a project that i poured the past ~2 months of my life into (if i ever consider making a fully painted ref again, stop me) and since my friend just posted theirs, giving me the rare trait from the referral, i can finally upload this!! the colours were inspired by a pretty old non-humanoid design i made, fell out of love with and left to rot but i am so glad with what came of it!!! so without further ado here goes

Rashka
Travelling Illusionist and Storyteller

Age: 41yrs
Pronouns: He/Him
Height: 6”5

Traits
Arcane/ Illusion
Single toned half halo/ crescent crest
Double unihorn
Long wisp tail
Slit eyes
Rune markings on legs and back
Additional Image Links
Flat Colours and Clothing
Backview
Equipment
Familiar in mount form
Sta.sh with all files
Equipment and Familiar
Enchanted Grimoire
A book he picked up several decades ago during one of his earlier journeys, sold to him by an antiquity-hoarding store owner who was unaware of the arcane knowledge stored within since the writing itself was encrypted to the unknowing eye, sealed away and protected. This is also where Rashka first discovered the spell to summon his lasting familiar and companion, Sahrah.
Glass Baubles
Filled with bits of his own magic and stardust, generally used to enhance or speed up specific casts, offering an external source to draw magic from aside his crest- should the need for such arise. Especially effective for temporary illusions to appear more vivid or for average ones to last longer before dispersing.
Sahrah
Prior mentioned loyal familiar, summoned through illusion and arcane magic and a spell that was hidden in an ancient grimoire. Although created through magic, he is completely sentient with a strong personality, making him more of a friend to Rashka than anything else. Can appear in a lot of forms but usually takes on the shape of an owl, either natural or mount sized, with the latter consuming more energy to conjure up- he could almost be mistaken for a normal but brightly coloured bird if not for the bits of magic fizzling off of him constantly.
Absolutely hates getting himself dirty or crowded, so more often than not he perches in higher places to stay out of the hustle and bustle on streets, and if he does end up getting in situations not to his liking, he usually puffs up into a feathery ball of distress until it is over.

Biography and Personality
[ Future World Music - World of Dreams ]

“Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies waiting on the road ahead.”
-- Ma Jian

[ + ] Eloquent [ + ] Adaptable [ + ] Gregarious
[ - ] Pompous [ - ] Fussy [ - ] Touchy

Nowadays Rashka lives as what most would consider a free spirit, wandering between worlds and drifting through the celestial seas, and while at first his journeys were meant simply to expand and hone his magic abilities, over time he grew fond of this lifestyle and hasn’t abandoned it since. Though his overly ambitious days are mostly in the past, the peak of them left self branded runes splayed across his limbs and body which still serve their purpose, just less frequently as time goes by.
His preferred method of transportation is boarding all kinds of star-boats, no matter where they might be headed, as he draws enjoyment from company and learning new tales from fellow travellers- which are then scribbled down into his grimoire, joining his own personal stories and knowledge collected over the years.
Once whichever destination is reached, he continues on by foot or mount, exploring the unknown and passing through numerous cities and settlements, where small stops are made along the way to share his experiences with whoever is willing to listen, which tend to be groups of varying sizes mostly made up of children and less well-travelled individuals of all ages and kin, marvelling in awe as the browbird animatedly tells of far away legends and action filled narratives, embellished by his illusions to create an enticing cocoon of wonder and excitement, drawing in even those first lacking obvious enthusiasm.
Long lasting friendships aren’t easily formed or upheld when you don’t have a set place to call home and are in a constant state of world-hopping, though Rashka holds those he does consider friends very close to his heart, one of them being a nameless but powerful magician and ship owner who shares the other bird’s interest in travel and exploration, and Bryne, an overly enthused and story-loving adventurer, both of whom he kept stumbling upon by pure chance in the beginning, but eventually formed a bond with that made him actively seek them out if he knew either was anywhere near his current whereabouts.

History
“ -- so here my origin planet was, invaded by monsters of tremendous size and strength, their legs bigger than the thickest trunks of trees, fangs the size of knives,” Rashka bared his teeth in a distorted snarl before going on, “and just when everything was thought lost, as despair gripped each and every one’s hearts, they arrived- armour sparkling like the sun itself, an undebatable aura of victory emitting from their very beings- the browbirds of legend, renowned heroes and knights alike --”

“Okay, but,” a small voice cut in, belonging to one of the children gathered in a semi-circle around the storyteller, clearly not fazed by the dramatic display in front of him, “where were you in all of this?”

With an exasperated sigh and a cross of arms over his chest, Rashka mumbled an offended, “Alright kiddo, I was getting there!,” before sitting down and continuing, more collected now, “It’s nothing as spectacular, really- I was but a small youngling then, still green behind the brows and oh so eager to impress, even if it meant diving head first into trouble. If it had not been for one of the formerly mentioned knights grabbing me by the neck fluff and dragging my delusional self to safety, there is a very likely possibility I might not be sitting here tonight.
Don’t get me wrong, even then I was grateful to some extent, but it also filled me with outrage and a certain sense of dread that I was so incapable of making a change, of protecting my home, you know? Looking back, there wasn’t even the need for it- the invasion was dealt with as quickly as it started, though leaving destruction in its wake, and life eventually returned to normal for it’s inhabitants; but for me it had set something in motion that would be my main drive for many years to come- I wanted to be capable. Of what, I wasn’t so sure, but hey, it was as good a motive as any.
Shortly after, I packed my belongings and jumped through a gateway leading to one of the major planets known for its immense collection of libraries filled with knowledge from all across the celestial seas. ”

“So you left? Just like that?,” came from one of the younger audience members, eyes wide and cheeks puffed up in confusion.

“I’d miss my mommy,” gasped a little girl from the back with a slight tremble in her voice.

“So I left, just like that. My species doesn’t usually grow up in set families like the people here appear to do, and the sooner you choose to wander your own path, the better. Exceptions make the norm, but that is just how it tends to go. And,” he added, “By the time I left, I was already considered almost an adult, give or take a bit.
Sometimes you’ve got to take a leap of faith into the unknown, being stagnant brings very little improvement, especially, if like in my case, you are intent on changing your current ways drastically. I do not regret that decision in the least! After all, it made me who I am now.
Getting back on track, my first stop didn’t yield very much of anything, to my growing disappointment. Written recollections of past happenings weren’t going to get me to where I wanted to be, I realised after spending weeks sifting through enormous libraries and their content. A couple of maps, books and brochures on interesting places were all I picked up before deciding to move on, with my mind made up: I was going to find places of magic and raw knowledge, unkindled power and learn by doing, seeing things in person with my own eyes.
It was exhilarating- the thrill of distant worlds and cultures, experiencing hundreds of different types of magic, planets made of pure crystal and gold, creatures fueled by nothing but arcane energy- I wouldn’t trade these memories for anything.
Wanderlust had gripped me, and before I knew it, I wasn’t only adventuring for the sake of empowering my skills, but rather for the adventure itself. That isn’t to say I did not grow stronger over the years, I definitely did! But my amazement for life and existence in all its different forms and shapes simply pushed everything else into the background.

Though, one of my more memorable stops happened roughly two decades into my direction-less journey --,” he glanced around at a slight snoring noise coming from his right- most of the children were either dozing off or struggling to keep their eyes open, heads slowly bobbing forward and snapping back in a comical attempt of staying awake.

Idly shaking his head with a gentle laugh, the browbird got up quietly and muttered, “ -- but it seems this is a tale for another time.”

Description

(fullview pls thank u it looks terrib blurry otherwise)
entry for the MYO contest!!
this is a monster of a project that i poured the past ~2 months of my life into (if i ever consider making a fully painted ref again, stop me) and since my friend just posted theirs, giving me the rare trait from the referral, i can finally upload this!! the colours were inspired by a pretty old non-humanoid design i made, fell out of love with and left to rot but i am so glad with what came of it!!! so without further ado here goes

Rashka
Travelling Illusionist and Storyteller

Age: 41yrs
Pronouns: He/Him
Height: 6”5

Traits
Arcane/ Illusion
Single toned half halo/ crescent crest
Double unihorn
Long wisp tail
Slit eyes
Rune markings on legs and back
Additional Image Links
Flat Colours and Clothing
Backview
Equipment
Familiar in mount form
Sta.sh with all files
Equipment and Familiar
Enchanted Grimoire
A book he picked up several decades ago during one of his earlier journeys, sold to him by an antiquity-hoarding store owner who was unaware of the arcane knowledge stored within since the writing itself was encrypted to the unknowing eye, sealed away and protected. This is also where Rashka first discovered the spell to summon his lasting familiar and companion, Sahrah.
Glass Baubles
Filled with bits of his own magic and stardust, generally used to enhance or speed up specific casts, offering an external source to draw magic from aside his crest- should the need for such arise. Especially effective for temporary illusions to appear more vivid or for average ones to last longer before dispersing.
Sahrah
Prior mentioned loyal familiar, summoned through illusion and arcane magic and a spell that was hidden in an ancient grimoire. Although created through magic, he is completely sentient with a strong personality, making him more of a friend to Rashka than anything else. Can appear in a lot of forms but usually takes on the shape of an owl, either natural or mount sized, with the latter consuming more energy to conjure up- he could almost be mistaken for a normal but brightly coloured bird if not for the bits of magic fizzling off of him constantly.
Absolutely hates getting himself dirty or crowded, so more often than not he perches in higher places to stay out of the hustle and bustle on streets, and if he does end up getting in situations not to his liking, he usually puffs up into a feathery ball of distress until it is over.

Biography and Personality
[ Future World Music - World of Dreams ]

“Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies waiting on the road ahead.”
-- Ma Jian

[ + ] Eloquent [ + ] Adaptable [ + ] Gregarious
[ - ] Pompous [ - ] Fussy [ - ] Touchy

Nowadays Rashka lives as what most would consider a free spirit, wandering between worlds and drifting through the celestial seas, and while at first his journeys were meant simply to expand and hone his magic abilities, over time he grew fond of this lifestyle and hasn’t abandoned it since. Though his overly ambitious days are mostly in the past, the peak of them left self branded runes splayed across his limbs and body which still serve their purpose, just less frequently as time goes by.
His preferred method of transportation is boarding all kinds of star-boats, no matter where they might be headed, as he draws enjoyment from company and learning new tales from fellow travellers- which are then scribbled down into his grimoire, joining his own personal stories and knowledge collected over the years.
Once whichever destination is reached, he continues on by foot or mount, exploring the unknown and passing through numerous cities and settlements, where small stops are made along the way to share his experiences with whoever is willing to listen, which tend to be groups of varying sizes mostly made up of children and less well-travelled individuals of all ages and kin, marvelling in awe as the browbird animatedly tells of far away legends and action filled narratives, embellished by his illusions to create an enticing cocoon of wonder and excitement, drawing in even those first lacking obvious enthusiasm.
Long lasting friendships aren’t easily formed or upheld when you don’t have a set place to call home and are in a constant state of world-hopping, though Rashka holds those he does consider friends very close to his heart, one of them being a nameless but powerful magician and ship owner who shares the other bird’s interest in travel and exploration, and Bryne, an overly enthused and story-loving adventurer, both of whom he kept stumbling upon by pure chance in the beginning, but eventually formed a bond with that made him actively seek them out if he knew either was anywhere near his current whereabouts.

History
“ -- so here my origin planet was, invaded by monsters of tremendous size and strength, their legs bigger than the thickest trunks of trees, fangs the size of knives,” Rashka bared his teeth in a distorted snarl before going on, “and just when everything was thought lost, as despair gripped each and every one’s hearts, they arrived- armour sparkling like the sun itself, an undebatable aura of victory emitting from their very beings- the browbirds of legend, renowned heroes and knights alike --”

“Okay, but,” a small voice cut in, belonging to one of the children gathered in a semi-circle around the storyteller, clearly not fazed by the dramatic display in front of him, “where were you in all of this?”

With an exasperated sigh and a cross of arms over his chest, Rashka mumbled an offended, “Alright kiddo, I was getting there!,” before sitting down and continuing, more collected now, “It’s nothing as spectacular, really- I was but a small youngling then, still green behind the brows and oh so eager to impress, even if it meant diving head first into trouble. If it had not been for one of the formerly mentioned knights grabbing me by the neck fluff and dragging my delusional self to safety, there is a very likely possibility I might not be sitting here tonight.
Don’t get me wrong, even then I was grateful to some extent, but it also filled me with outrage and a certain sense of dread that I was so incapable of making a change, of protecting my home, you know? Looking back, there wasn’t even the need for it- the invasion was dealt with as quickly as it started, though leaving destruction in its wake, and life eventually returned to normal for it’s inhabitants; but for me it had set something in motion that would be my main drive for many years to come- I wanted to be capable. Of what, I wasn’t so sure, but hey, it was as good a motive as any.
Shortly after, I packed my belongings and jumped through a gateway leading to one of the major planets known for its immense collection of libraries filled with knowledge from all across the celestial seas. ”

“So you left? Just like that?,” came from one of the younger audience members, eyes wide and cheeks puffed up in confusion.

“I’d miss my mommy,” gasped a little girl from the back with a slight tremble in her voice.

“So I left, just like that. My species doesn’t usually grow up in set families like the people here appear to do, and the sooner you choose to wander your own path, the better. Exceptions make the norm, but that is just how it tends to go. And,” he added, “By the time I left, I was already considered almost an adult, give or take a bit.
Sometimes you’ve got to take a leap of faith into the unknown, being stagnant brings very little improvement, especially, if like in my case, you are intent on changing your current ways drastically. I do not regret that decision in the least! After all, it made me who I am now.
Getting back on track, my first stop didn’t yield very much of anything, to my growing disappointment. Written recollections of past happenings weren’t going to get me to where I wanted to be, I realised after spending weeks sifting through enormous libraries and their content. A couple of maps, books and brochures on interesting places were all I picked up before deciding to move on, with my mind made up: I was going to find places of magic and raw knowledge, unkindled power and learn by doing, seeing things in person with my own eyes.
It was exhilarating- the thrill of distant worlds and cultures, experiencing hundreds of different types of magic, planets made of pure crystal and gold, creatures fueled by nothing but arcane energy- I wouldn’t trade these memories for anything.
Wanderlust had gripped me, and before I knew it, I wasn’t only adventuring for the sake of empowering my skills, but rather for the adventure itself. That isn’t to say I did not grow stronger over the years, I definitely did! But my amazement for life and existence in all its different forms and shapes simply pushed everything else into the background.

Though, one of my more memorable stops happened roughly two decades into my direction-less journey --,” he glanced around at a slight snoring noise coming from his right- most of the children were either dozing off or struggling to keep their eyes open, heads slowly bobbing forward and snapping back in a comical attempt of staying awake.

Idly shaking his head with a gentle laugh, the browbird got up quietly and muttered, “ -- but it seems this is a tale for another time.”