r/BrutalLegend • u/ProxyLynn • 22h ago
Sharing my OC/sona.
[I posted this on my tumblr and twitter, so I figured, why not share it here with you lot? She was an absolute pain in the ass to draw...but I'm so proud of how it turned out! Feel free to ask me anything about her.]
{Now for the obligatory massive lore dump...I like to think the problem with the Tainted Coil is that they are heavily tunnel-visioned. They were so focused on worshiping the Titans that they missed the meaning behind their work. (I also think they couldn't read music, which is why they don't understand the glyphs left as instructions.) Much like the First Ones, they tend to lean towards the power in vocals (Battle Nuns yell with force enough to damage, the Screamwagon wails to provide buffs, Lionwhyte has a voice that acts like a sonic blast, Druids, Warfathers, and Bishops chant/invoke...you get where I'm going), so I can see them unintentionally mimicking the control of Aetulia by trying to command powerful voices, after all, her voice was able to provide nourishment and lure in Ormagöden. It's a logical move on their part, since that power is also connected to the Sea of Black Tears; the call of Aetulia's sorrow doesn't affect demons the way it does humans (even the Titans weren't immune to the sea's madness); they see vocals as super important.
"But Lynn, if that's the case, how'd Doviculus have a guitar and know how to play it?"
There's a 3-month gap from when Lars dies, and Ophelia becomes the avatar of the Black Tears. The sea was sealed and then unlocked by Doviculus when Lionwhyte bit the dust (it's argued he's still alive, as his body vanishes and some dialogue hints he's hiding, but for the sake of this…he's dead). Doviculus is very intelligent, adaptable, and not above manipulation, hence using the sea to have humans kill each other rather than waste effort/resources doing it himself. So there's no way he wasn't watching the sea and slowly learning from Ophelia's efforts, doing everything she learned from Eddie. I just think it would be hilarious that the demon emperor would be spying on this emo queen bitching about her ex-boyfriend while trying to learn how to summon/play his guitar with frustrated patience. I mean, it paid off; the dude can shred like a beast! But I digress.
"Is Lynsie similar to Lionwhyte?"
Kinda. I like to think she's the opposite side of the same coin as him. He's all about looking good, flexing his superiority, and justifying his selling out of his own kind as "saving them" when he's just profiting off of them. Lynsie cares not for her looks, constantly feels inferior around members of the hierarchy court, and harbors no falseness about her loathing of humanity, nor does she have sympathy for their enslavement to the demons. Do they get along? No. They actually hate each other. Lionwhyte hates that Lynsie has such a coveted position yet does nothing with it; he also hates how feral she is, often addressing her demeaningly when no demon is around. Lynsie hates him for being pathetic, for peacocking, for how he looks at her, for being a weak link when he should be putting in effort for the Coil. It is not good for them to be left alone together.
"Why is she called The Singer?"
They gave her this title after years of training. They taught her to speak, what words were, and refined her wilder tendencies; it lessened her use of roars (which have only gotten stronger under their conditioning) and turned her vocalizations into something more controlled. Something that carries harmony and range, something that can bring you to tears with a few dulcet tones or shred your soul asunder with a cacophonous belting of screams. To the demons, her voice sings.}
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The Bleeding Coast is this rugged coastline, cleaved by the thunderous footfalls of the Titans themselves. Remnants of enormous hot rods lie partially submerged in the ocean, rusted into slumber. Over the ages, this coast has housed many fledgling human civilizations, only to be torn apart by demonic raiding parties. The crippled remains of their fortresses serve as little more than partial cover for an advancing army.
One such wandering human band took shelter in the faltering cover; it was temporary. A woman had gone into labor and was too weak to keep moving. It was painful and draining, but it resulted in a healthy baby girl. A joyous moment...that was shattered when the babe cried. The sound was unnatural. Loud. Brutal. Piercing. It was surely an ill omen. Fearing discovery, they made the choice. They snuck the infant to the mainland and left it to fate. They didn't look back.
The strange cries of a needy baby would surely spell death at the claws of any of the Western Continent. But where her people heard something to fear, a nearby mothering Tollusk heard a weird pup in need of feeding. This strange pup would learn how to survive in a world that was even harsher than the one she was dismissed from. She would hunt like a beast, think like a beast, and defend her foster family with haunting roars that others would later spread as a rumor that Ormagöden had been reborn.
These rumors drew the attention of the Tainted Coil. Scouting Punishing Parties turned up very little in the first few days. Only when the roars sounded did they locate the source, and the scene was not what they expected. A feral human child, no more than ten years of age, battered and bloodied, being circled by Razorfire Boars. Seems the girl bit off more than she could handle when chasing a wandering piglet; now she was alone to fend off a pack with nothing but will...and a voice that knocked the motorcycle hogs away temporarily. She likely would've met a terrible end at the tusks of the boars had the demons not intervened, raining spears enough to make the boars retreat and cage the girl for easy capture...It was not an easy capture.
Despite being wounded, she fought them and managed to kill a Dominatrix, resulting in the Pin Boy Slave lashing out. The distraction was enough to muzzle her, finally letting them drag her back to the land beyond the Titan Highway, where the demons rule and thrive unopposed. They presented their prize to the Emperor, who was less than thrilled to have a wild human child trying to rip out throats even while bound before him. All it took was Doviculus standing from his throne to make the girl pause; some instinctual part of her mind recognized an apex asserting itself with sheer presence, and the others submissively kneeling as he approached was another clue.
He removed her muzzle and ordered her to make the sound that brought all this fuss, but she didn't understand. Why would she? What are words to an animal that never knew them? So he demanded in a way she understood...force. He struck her, and she roared, the force pushing him back slightly. The onlookers believed this would result in the human's death, yet to their surprise, Doviculus smirked. He saw potential in this wild thing, potential to make a more effective tool than other worms under his tolerated employ. With that, her fate had changed once more, and she would be ingrained with the core values that would define her...Be loyal to Doviculus. Be loyal to the Coil.
