𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏. 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 ╱ original character 'konstantin andreyevich voronov' primarily set in the world of 原神. mvrp & ocrp friendly —— royal advisor, retired soldier & geo sword user. harbouring a curse originating from the shadow realm.
/ also he's unlabelled bc hes older and doesn't give a damn but he swings all ways. the divorce with his ex wife was amicable and was when he was in his early 30s so hes had enough time to move on. they orbit each others lives and its chill. she's remarried. he's vibing
/ konstantin is 6'3". he's still muscular but age & post-battlefield retirement have made him a little softer around the edges. his daughter's name was mariya, and she died in the same incident that my other oc lark is the sole survivor of ((the inter-oc drama gets a little
tucked into coat pockets——how anyone can work on such things in temperatures like this is beyond him. “ the day is only going to get colder. if i may, i suggest you find somewhere a little warmer to finish prepping your arrows. ”
konstantin's gaze travels upwards to the harbinger's face, and he feels a flicker of a smile grace his own; he had almost forgotten how young the eleventh was. outside of the reports he is accustomed to, however, it's hard to ignore.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ childe's lips curl like a joke only he's privy to. he doesn't give off any impression that he can feel the gaze on him, but with instincts like his, it's clear as day. he stretches, yawns a little, && keeps on scraping the stone over the arrowtip.
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with an amused huff at his own train of thought, he snuffs his cigarette out beneath the thick sole of his boot & slowly makes his way over to tartaglia.
⠀⠀“ lord harbinger, ” he speaks with brief bow of respect, hands ˖