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genedara · 4 months

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The Death of Innocence

My heart is shuttered, soon it will crumble away

Stifling my tears, I scream day after day

(( The following story contains subject material that may be triggering to some. Such themes include grief and the loss of one’s living and unborn children, graphic violence and suicidal ideation, self-harm and suicide attempt. Read at your own discretion. ))

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Twenty Years Ago

“Higher, daddy, higher!” Leana shouted as her father playfully tossed his daughter into the air. He caught the child with ease, beaming at the girl while the two of them played. The little elven girl giggled endlessly, squealing with joy whenever she was tossed upward.

“Throw her any higher and you’ll end up tossing her into space,” Genedara said. She held a small bundle up to her chest, a small infant’s head visible. One arm held the child close to her chest while her free hand rested on her pregnant belly.

“What, you don’t want to be the mother of the first space pioneer?” Kath’lien asked his wife, briefly glancing over at the woman he had been married to for the last century.

On their hundredth anniversary Genedara had approached her husband and asked if he would like to be a father. She remembered him scooping her up into his arms and twirled around with joy. Neither of them could remember a period where they were this happy. Genedara had finally established herself as one of the best Arcane tutors in the kingdom and was pulling in enough money to start a family. It only made sense to her to start popping out kids. Both parents were overjoyed when Leana was born, welcoming the baby with open arms. It was a few years before they wanted another and thus Aelriel was born. They had not planned on having anymore but were more than willing to have a third when Genedara found out she was pregnant again.

“Wheee! More, daddy!” Leana giggled as she dropped back down into her father’s loving embrace.

Unknown to the Runestrider family, Arthas had finally crossed into Quel’thalas. With his army on the dead following him he carved his path through Eversong Woods, killing anyone brave enough to stand in his way. Sylvanas had fallen and her ghostly form bound to the Lich King, cursed to do his bidding. The banshee tore through the people she once protected, unable to resist Arthas’s control over her. The army of the dead effortlessly made their way north only coming to a halt when they arrived at Silvermoon City. While battling with the city guard wicked siege engines were brought to the field of battle, raining death from above. The flaming stones punched holes into pristine towers, killing anyone who stood in their way. The happy family’s day was cut short when one of those boulders plowed into the Runestrider estate. In the blink of an eye their once beautiful home was reduced to rubble.

Genedara groaned as she came to, unable to see anything. She could hear the sounds of war raging outside her estate, the dying screams of her people a sound she would never forget. Something heavy had pinned her to the ground, one of the house’s stone walls. It was then when she remembered what she was doing before the explosion. Panic flooded her mind as she tried and failed to free herself.

She couldn’t hear anyone other than herself. She cried out, desperately pushing the wall. Tears streamed down her dirt caked cheeks, her voice rising to a panicked scream as her arms strained against the weight. A series of runes tattooed in white ink ran down her exposed arms which flared to life when Genedara poured mana into them. A invisible hand took hold of the rubble and flung it off, finally feeling the once pinned woman.

“Kath’lien! Leana! Oh gods, no! No no no, not you. Please gods no,” Genedara begged as she crawled over to the bundle of blankets her infant was wrapped in.

He wasn’t moving.

“No gods, please no!”

Outside the rubble a war waged on. Arthas’s troops were cutting through Silvermoon’s defenses like it was child’s play. Whenever someone fell they would be reanimated and forced to fight their loved ones. Those that fought against the rising tide of undead would forever be haunted for the rest of their lives.

Genedara pulled her deceased infant into her arms, holding the bundle close to her chest. She cautiously rose to her feet, ignoring the shards of glass that littered the floor. When she found Kath’lien impaled with a broken wood beam her knees gave way and she fell back down. Just a couple feet away was the body of Leana, her head caved in when one of the bookshelves fell over when the first volley hit.

“Don’t let them past!” someone shouted nearby, his voice carrying over the chaos of war. “Hold your ground! We must give everyone time to evacuate!”

“I can’t kill them!” came another voice. “They won’t stay down!”

“Cut the heads off!”

During all of this, Genedara knelt there, motionless. Her gaze was locked onto the corpse of her first and only daughter. A hole opened up her chest and her heart spilled out as a void filled the cavity. Her arms still held the lifeless infant, holding his body close. Tears flowed down her cheeks, her mind struggling to cope with everything that had just happened. One minute she was having a lovely afternoon with her family and the next they were all ripped from her grasp.

Something else felt wrong. Horribly wrong.

Ever since he was big enough to move, the unborn Lerel was still. He was usually full of life and constantly kicking his poor mother. Leana would often sit with her head on her mother’s stomach singing to her little brother. Genedara would never hear her children ever again.

Something deep inside of Genedara flushed all positive thought out of her mind. In its place was an endless pool of grief and fury, something she would spend next two decades trying to drain the ocean of loss. Her once positive outlook on life took a drastic and sudden shift, turning her once bright and vibrant life into shades of gray and black. She knew, deep down, that she would never experience another day of joy until the day she died. Only then, wrapped in death’s sweet embrace, would she have the strength to move on.

It felt as if someone else was driving her body when Genedara rose to her feet. She watched herself walk over to Leana and carefully scooped her off the ground before walking over to where her husband lie impaled. Without a word Genedara gently laid her son and daughter down on her husband’s chest and moved his stiff arms so that he was holding the two children.

“I’ll be with you soon, my love,” Genedara muttered as she took a step back. “I love you.”

With a wave of her hand a magical flame consumed the body as if it were soaked in fuel. The grief stricken elf stood there and watched the remains of her family turn to ash, only to be whisked away by the wind. The void in her chest swelled, threatening to consume her. Without really thinking, Genedara dropped down to a squat and picked up a shard of glass. She pressed the glass against her wrist and with a quick jerk to the right split the flesh in two and severing a vein. Blood pumped out of the open would as she slashed her other wrist, dropping the bloody shard to the ground when she was done.

As if moving on autopilot, Genedara walked over to the giant gaping hole in her house. She stepped through the threshold and out into an active battlefield. Her tattered and torn gown fluttered in a warm gust of air that carried the scent of rotting meat. It took her several minutes to realize what was happening all around her. With an indifferent gaze she watched as a guard was cut down by a shambling corpse only to watch him get back up after a couple of minutes. Suddenly she was glad she had burnt the bodies.

At least she wouldn’t have to kill them again.

“Ma’am, you need to evacuate!” A guard shouted as he ran over to the half baked bleeding woman. “Oh shit! You need help! MEDIC!”

“Leave me,” she told the guard before brushing past him. “I am not running away. If I am to die then I will take them all out with me.”

As Genedara advanced she discarded what was left of her gown, letting the once expensive fabric drift to the ground. She strode through the sea of death wearing close to nothing at all, allowing the world to see the Enchantress’s trump card. Tattooed with white ink, an elaborate series of runes covered her entire backside, vanishing into her panties and down her legs. A line of runes ran down both arms, ending at the wrist with a single rune on each hand. She sucked in the smoke filled air as the runes started to give off a brilliant orange glow. One by one the runes were activated, the air around the Mage shimmering as the caster drew in as much mana as her body could contain.

A hand was brought up to the air and was quickly balled into a fist as it was ripped downward. As if out of thin air a cluster of large, flaming rocks came crashing down from the sky. One slammed into a guard, killing her instantly while another smashed into one of the Scourge’s seige engines, killing its crew in the process. As Genedara strode towards the front line bigger balls of molten rock fell from the heavens, indiscriminately killing anything in their paths.

“Oh thank the gods, a Mage!” A wounded guard cried out as Genedara walked past him. “Wait, what are you doing?”

Another guard tried to keep her from advancing, roughly shoving her away from thr bsttlefield. What business did a naked woman have with an ongoing fight for survival? What could she possibly do to slow the advancing Scourge?

“Withdrawal your men and run,” Genedara said as she walked past the highest ranking guard. “Or don’t. I don’t care.”

The captain had never seen a woman so casually walk into a war zone. Nor had he ever witnessed a skilled mage fight as if they had nothing to lose. Fire rained down from the heavens, burning everything in its path, living or not. He could see the energy building up inside of the woman since the air around her glittered like diamonds. Bits and pieces of rubble started to drift upwards, acting as if they were suddenly weightless.

“Shit, pull back, pull back! Move, move, move! She’s going to explode!” the guard ordered his troops.

No one argued with the order and every available guard pulled back from the frontline. They the started gathering up whatever civilians were left and rushed out of the area. Genedara stood there, staring down an army alone. She spread her arms wide, took in a deep breath and muttered the single word of power, effectively ending the casting.

The world went silent. The clash of swords could no longer be heard, nor the angry mashing maws of the Scourge. At first the sound was barely audible but as time went on it grew louder and louder. Just as suddenly as the ringing had started it came to a sudden conclusion. Roughly twenty feet in the air, looming directly over the Scourge’s troops. A single pinprick of light formed and danced around, moving like a panicked animal in a small room. One second it was as small as an ant and the next it was fist sized and emitting a blinding bright light.

Genedara stared at the light for its entire duration, watching as it grew to the size of a melon and then collapsed in on itself. The resulting explosion shook the ground for miles around as a massive plume of smoke and fire rose into the sky. A shockwave tore through the Scourge, obliterating anything in its path. Not a single soul remained where the bomb had gone off. The field around where Genedara once stood was littered with body parts, blood and guts strewn all over. Several of the undead started crawling forward and just like that the Scourge’s numbers were replenished and the advance continued. The explosion, while big, had done little to nothing to an army that grew every time they killed. In time the Scourge would overtake the city and eventually the Sunwell. And once Arthas was done with his conquest the Quel’dorei were left with a broken kingdom and a traumatized populace. Quel’thalas would never be the same.

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Genedara dropped out of the sky and hit the ground hard. She groaned softly and rolled onto her back, trying to get an idea as to where she was. Only, she couldn’t see anything. No matter which direction she looked in, or how hard she rubbed her eyes, she would see nothing but darkness. Her body was covered head to toe in severe sunburns, the adrenaline keeping the pain at bay for the time being.

“Holy shit, it’s raining naked women!” a man cried out.

“Oh my gods, cover the children’s eyes!” cried a woman.

“I saw her boobies!” a little boy giggled.

A stranger reached out and cautiously touched the naked elf. A moment later she would be covered with an itchy blanket that only irritated the burns. Someone then helped her up and into a chair. It was then that she realized that she hadn’t landed outside and was instead inside a stranger’s house.

“Whoa, Mary, do your old man a favor and go fetch a healer. Go, go, child! Quickly,” a gentle voice said. “Ma’am do you know where you are?”

“No,” was all the elf said.

“Well, for one you fell out of the sky and into my living room. My daughter ran off to get a healer. Is there anything I can do? You’re bleeding and just covered in burns. What happened? Who are you?”

Despite the volley of questions, Genedara sat there in total silence. She wasn’t intentionally being rude, she was just incapable of processing any new information. Her mind, for the time being, would dwell on the death of her family for several years. It would be sometime before the once happy and outgoing mother could regain any semblance of normality. The first few months were spent at the house where she had appeared while she worked out how she got there. Gene didn’t remember casting a portal and just assumed it was a result of the mana she had pulled into her body.

While the healer tended to her slit wrists, the elf just sat there. She would remain in that chair for the next day, doing nothing but silently staring at nothing, quietly accepting the deaths of her children, both living and unborn. In just a single day Genedara lost everything dear. This is why It chose her. The trauma of the invasion of Quel’thalas would pave the road from the wicked abomination’s eventual possession and ruination of her new life.

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ethereal-and-vaguely-threatening · 2 years

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DWC Day 1: Lust

TW: NSFW BELOW BREAK - Adult Themes

"Mine is a mind scared, forever pained by the loss of a twin flame. Flesh marked by fingerprints long since removed but always carrying that reminder, his hands had been there, tracing the fabric of my very soul. In my nights alone with no lover by my side, your memory creeps back in, sturring my slumber and burning my skin as if your warmth was there beside me, radiating through these dark years. So easily my mind slips to that first encounter."

A busy Saturday night and the streets of Silvermoon were absolutely bustling with nightlife, taverns overflowing and parties all around, each and everyone celebrated the end of some bloody struggle. Valanthriell took time away from her duties to enjoy some fun, slipping away from her guards (per usual) and getting herself a drink while.

That was when he walked in, tall, dark, and handsome, a cliche she couldn't help but savor. Valanthriell had always been picky about who she connected with outside of her work, wanting to know a person before considering them romantically, but something about this man had her focused.

Their gaze met and electricity filled the air, her wicked little grin and his devious smirk, they practically mirrored one another by default. It was abundantly clear in that moment that they both craved the other in that very instant, His head gestured to the door and she replied with a nod; setting down her drink and following him out of the tavern, through the city gates, and out into Eversong Woods.

In the exact moment they were hidden from view their passion ignited, his strong hands pinned her to the tree and their lips met with fury as if they had known each other so intimately before and longed for this moment when the reality was they hadn't even learned each other's names.

His hand wrapped around her wrists, pressing them firmly against the rough tree bark, the other hand grasping tightly on her throat and releasing a guttural growl in Valanthriell's ear. She had encounters like this before, men who praised themselves as Alphas and Kings only to deeply disappoint, but no, this time was drastically different; the vibration of his growl sent chills over her supple flesh, the strong grip on her wrists and throat created pressure that built at the base of her spine, the subtle taste of iron on her tongue.

"You've allowed me this," His deep booming voice spoke as softly as possible. "Do you grant me access to the rest?" He asked with such a forceful aura but respectful as well, Valanthriell was invested at this point.

"I want you to show me the hunger you withhold. The depths of your depravity. I want to walk away with marks that last long on the flesh but an eternity in the soul. Show me how you would dominate me and I might just let you."

The memories flood Valanthriell in the quiet nights. "My love, where have you gone?"

@daily-writing-challenge

#Vala things #Storyline #maydwc2022 #mayday12022 #ethereal-and-vaguely-threatening

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lordrethandus · 3 years

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Daily Writing Challenge 2021 Day 31 (Finale)

Life/Death ( @daily-writing-challenge )

World: Warcraft/Final Fantasy 14

Theme: Theodulus - The Sail of Eternity

What is life? How do we define it? How do we categorize it? Ask the scholars in Dalaran or in Sharlayan, and you will more or less get the same answer. They will go on and on about the physical requirements for life, the methods in which they came to their conclusions, and the differences between the animated and the unanimated. But then you ask about the undead… about the twiceborn… and all their silly little theories go out the window.

Jaeras stood on the side of the road, watching the parents of her classmates come to dwindle the crowd of kids with each passing minute. The sun was beginning to hang low on the horizon, the soft orange sunlight slipping through the canopy of the woods. She squeezed her doll in a tight hug, her bottom lip starting to quiver while she waited for her mom; did she forget again? Was she going to have to walk home with an Eversong Guard again? The little girl didn’t like strangers, especially ones that didn’t like answering all of her curious questions. The idea of spending the late evening walking with some scary stranger was enough to make her eyes water. Families began to whisper amongst themselves. Mothers grabbed their children and hurried in the opposite direction. Jaeras rubbed at her eyes and sniffled before squinting down the road, seeing a black and silver silhouette against the backdrop of gold and orange trees.

Rethandus was certainly a frightening sight. His black titansteel carapace was designed with skulls from boots to breast, with a healthy layer of frost gathered on his body. His leather hood had holes poked through for his ears, but it cast a permanent shadow to conceal most of his face; only his burning blue eyes could be seen from a distance. Quickly the Eversong Guards mobilized once the news of a Death Knight approaching a school filled with children, stopping him just short of the path leading up to the village itself. “That’s close enough, undead!” Barked one of them. Rethandus simply stopped mid stride when they raised their blades toward him, but said nothing; he could tell by the way the blades shook in their grasp that they were terrified… it would be easy to kill them and be on his merry way, but he wasn’t here to shed blood.

“RETHY!” Both guards turned to see a little elven girl bounding down the hill wearing a backpack almost as big as she was. They were about to stop her from getting any closer, but they noticed the doll in her grasp had a striking resemblance to the man they were about to question. She ran right into the Death Knight’s leg, using her fur coat to keep herself from freezing against his shin.

“Guess that settles it, then.” Spoke the Harbinger, almost cracking a smile. “Come along, little one. Momma’s been busy all day with your surprise… someone is turning eight tomorrow, isn’t she?” Jaeras squealed with excitement while he plucked the backpack off her to carry himself.

Then they turned and walked away without further interruption, leaving both guards dumbfounded.

There is joy in life. The innocence of youth is not something to be squandered. Savor the happiest moments of your life before you regret them forever.

“Push! Come on, your Grace!” She was surrounded by her handmaidens in her hour of need, with three on washcloth duty to keep her cool, and two between her legs, poised to deliver her baby. “Breath in! Breath out! Now… PUSH!”

“RAAAAAAUUUGH!” The Countess squeezed Ijiro’s hand with a strength he was not prepared for! His knuckles went white as he grimaced, but he held in his own shout with a muffled grunt behind clenched teeth. He was Lord Bloodfeather now, and he had a reputation he had to keep, and a wife who could not give one iota of a damn about his discomfort right now. Another damp cloth was rubbed across her sweaty forehead, but she hardly noticed; her eyes were closed tight and her teeth bared, and she was in more pain than she could ever imagine. “AAAAAUUUGH! HAAAAUUGH! AAARGH!”

“Almost there! I see the head!” A handmaiden promised, glancing up at the only man in the room. Ijiro gave her a nod but said nothing, silently wishing he was wearing his gauntlets -- this was his masturbating hand after all. “One more push! Come on…! Three! Two! ONE!”

“GAAAAAAAAUGH!” Syrahn arched her back while her body locked in place! It sounded like she was dying! Like her soul was leaving her body behind! Ijiro gripped his knee with his free hand as his wife squeezed his palm so hard he was about ready to pass out himself! Her scream was long and arduous until at last she settled down! Lord Ijiro Bloodfeather’s face was pale when she finally released her death grip, with the handmaidens gathering between the Countess’ legs to marvel at her bounty.

“It’s… a boy!”

Life often begins the same, more or less; the screams of a mother in pain. Life and pain are consistent bedfellows, after all. To live without suffering is to not live at all -- how can you enjoy the fleeting blissful moments of life without suffering? We suffer… we all suffer… that is the unfortunate truth to it. But where there is life, there is death. Fitting, isn’t it? We find suffering in life, but solace in death. They are two halves of the same coin, you know; life without death is not living at all. Everything born must and will die eventually… and everyone handles the death of their loved ones differently.

On the anniversary of his brother K’nolas’ death, K’thalen would find the nearest clearing in the forest so he could see the stars. Coroh and his crew were with him, of course, huddled around a dead campfire in the middle of the night. The full moon cast a grey haze upon his somber expression. His piercing yellow eyes blinked while he stared off into space, either unwilling or unable to say the words again. Coroh gently placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a tender smile. “Take all the time you need.” She whispered sweetly, causing his ears to perk and his gaze to drift to her lips, but he said nothing. Instead he popped the cork of a half-empty bottle of aged blackheart whiskey, took a swig just large enough for the sour taste, then poured some out for his fallen family.

“Drink up, Nol.” K’thalen weakly mumbled, grimacing for half a heartbeat before his scowl returned. This year he fought his tears and came back victorious.

Sayuune, however, wasn’t so reserved. Her husband’s urn was the heaviest thing she’s ever carried, and it took all her strength and willpower to keep from dropping it from her grip to shatter at her feet. Her daughter had no such restraints, weeping and wailing beside her mother, begging Elune to bring her daddy back. Tears began streaming down the widow’s face when she lifted the lid to see dull grey ash within; she wanted nothing more than to bring him back so they could be a family again, but such things could never be. Tonight she would dream of his smile again, like all the nights before. But they were dreams and nothing more.

When she tilted the urn and the wind carried Vrenn Tideclaw out to the Stormwind Harbor, her strength fled with him. The woman collapsed to her knees, dropping the urn against the grass to shatter; she wrapped her arms around her daughter and they wept together for the rest of the hour.

J’azel danced and chanted with her kin aboard the Vindicaar with the lights off, letting their lightforged bodies illuminate the room instead. Her eyes were closed and her head hung low, with her arms raised into the air in praise and prayer to the Light and all the victorious dead; for they were free of the burdens of life, and one with the Light once more.

“Vaal ash nyesk! Vaal ash nyesk! Rakkan tiros vaal ash nyesk!” Her father and mother could no longer be harmed by the Burning Legion. Her neighbors were at peace with the Light, far and away from pain and fear and sorrow. J’azel grimaced for half a heartbeat as tears began to stream down her face, but she kept her joyful chanting all the same. “Vaal ash nyesk! Vaal ash nyesk!” It was a celebration they practiced every solar year; those fallen to the Dark Titan’s malevolent army would never have to fear them again, of this the Lightforged were certain. It was up to them to avenge their deaths, of course, and the Burning Legion would surely suffer greatly for this treachery. But knowing their families, their friends, their children, their loved ones… were beyond the reach of the fel, gave them the peace of mind they needed to continue this war. “Vaal ash nyesk! Vaal ash nyesk! Rakkan tiros vall ash nyesk!”

Life isn’t supposed to continue forever. The unstoppable march of time puts value every moment you spend amongst the living. Immortality and undeath are two sides of the same accursed coin; one side cannot die, and one side cannot live. There is no greater punishment than to be denied death for eons, for eternity, watching time slip around you as you are forced to watch your world change and move on without you -- did I describe the undying, or the immortal? The answer is the same. Do not fear your impending death. Cherish the moments you have now, and live life to the best of your ability. And when the time comes, know that you will never be alone.

#dwc2021 #day312021

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laceandhalos · 4 years

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Laceandhalos blogs

Main and follows come from laceandhalos.tumblr.com All blogs can be NSFW at times. While I have WAY too many alts and a zillion side projects/ideas I am trimming down to 3 at the moment for main focus. There might be another added soon.

@laceandhalos is Sylrissa Ravenmourn’s main blog and where I put OOC stuff as well.

Sylrissa Ravenmourn is a priestess of light who struggles with the forbidding shadows that haunt her. Youngest sibling of four but the lady to carry on her family’s name as the rest have perished or denounce the name Ravenmourn. Mother to Lily Ravenmourn who is currently 4. She is a healer for the Shield mind. Hobbies include jewel-crafting and enchanting. Often found around Silvermoon or Eversong woods.

FC: Rosie Huntington-Whitely

Ingame : Sylrissa WRA Horde

@onyxwra is a side blog for one of my favorites to role play.

Onyx is a loud mouth with little filters. Her heart is of gold but she hides it behind drugs, booze, and doing her best to offend the world. Two middle fingers up in the air is her theme to life. Recently has been “infused” with a demon but this is not OOC knowledge unless your character is able to sense such auras. Real name unknown to most!

FC: Mila Kunis with HEAVY temptations leading to Lesley-Ann Brandt

Ingame : Amisria or Aesonissa on WRA horde. There is a spy Aesonissa on MG alliance that sometimes Maeskia “borrows”

@maeskia is my blog for Maeskia Duskwhisper

Maeskia is the oldest Ravenmourn who was married off to Lord Duskwhisper at a young age. The Duskwhispers where heavy supports of Reliquary. Maeskia is also known for writing books about Demon summoning and control. After the loss of her husband, Lady Duskwhisper seemed to vanish from the world for a while. She is now found among the Ren’dorei and rebuilding her life in Stormwind.

She was created to be a villain in Sylrissa’s (and Isendre’s) storyline but took on a life of her own. While one of my favorites to write, it is often hard for me to stick her into most roleplays unless I have some sort of plot or scheme for her.

FC: Angelia Jolie

Ingame: Maeskia MG Alliance (main) Maeski WRA alliance, Maeskia/Duskwhispers WRA horde

#blogrole #updates

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demetrius-sunsorrow · 4 years

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T H E S U N S O R R O W G U N S M I T H – Quel’dorei SERVER: WYRMREST ACCORD - US

T H E B A S I C S ;; // Name: Demetrius Sunsorrow Race: Quel’dorei

O O C I N F O R M A T I O N ;; // Looking for: Long-term, story, developmental based RPs. Pre-established relationships if it fits (family, friends, rivals, former lovers) RP Venues: In-game, Discord, Tumblr Facial & Voice References: Matthew Daddario Things I will not RP: Any NSFW content with minors (dark themed RP, or anything regarding triggers), will not RP rape scenes

I C I N F O R M A T I O N ;; // Can be found in: Eversong Woods, Silverpine Forest, typically any type of forest that he can run away to. Age: Adult Height & Weight: 6′5″ & 210~ Hair: Black Eyes: Golden Hazel Distinguishing Marks: Scar on his left eyebrow, distinctive tattoos that cover his torso, arms and neck Common Accessories: A golden phoenix band around his left wrist. Magic: Demetrius has a high sense of magic that courses through him, however, he does not display these abilities as they usually got him in trouble amongst his kin. Likes & Hobbies: Creating new weapons, baking, horseback riding, sitting in his “space”, hunting, training, sparring, watching the sunrise, sleeping till noon Dislikes: Large cities and large crowds, early mornings, spicy food & drinks

P O S S I B L E R P H O O K S ;; // ⚜ - Demetrius is a baker. He enjoys spending his time baking when he’s not out in the forest hunting or travelling. Although he’s not as good as the professionals, he does get by with what he can make. ⚜ - Demetrius is often seen in the woods. He finds the woods or any type of forest a sanctuary. He loves to hunt and to live away from society. Because of his shy nature, and desire to be away from anyone, including family. He’d prefer to stay out in the woods sometimes months at a time. He’d sell pelts in small hunting villages, sometimes spending a night here and there in the inn, but never staying for more than two nights at a time. ⚜ - Loves the sea. Demetrius loves the open seas and will often hitch a ride on a ship that can take him to any part of the world. He aspires to at least join a crew at least once, as well as owning his own ship. ⚜ - Traveller. Demetrius is an avid traveller. He’s always looking to find the highest peak to look out from. He’ll occasionally draw out the areas on a leather-bound sketchbook. He is also seen in remote villages selling off animal pelts and extra meat he’s hunted if he is unable to use or give away. ⚜ - Demetrius is a gunsmith artificer & a spellbreaker. He’s often seen holding a double barrel pistol with magical properties. What these properties are, are unknown. His family come from a line of spellbreakers, known to perfect their skills and use them to their advantage. ⚜ - Demetrius cares for those that inhabit the forests, including nature. He’s respectful when it comes to those that inhabit the forest. When it comes to pelts and meats, he uses what he could, and evidently gives it away. However, when he’s unable to give away the extras, he sells those for little profit if he needs to buy anything from market stalls.

#character sheet #demetrius sunsorrow #wra #wrymrest accord #wra rp #wra neutral #wra horde #wra alliance

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lormeus · 4 years

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Looking For Contact

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FULL NAME: Lormeus Lightsworn

NICKNAME(S): Lorm, Azkaellon

TITLE(S): Warmaster of the Blackheart Warband, Knight Lord of the Blood Knight Order, Landed Lord of Quel’thalas

AGE: 1,360

BIRTHDAY: March 15th

RACE: Sin’dorei

GENDER: Male

MARITAL STATUS: In a Relationship

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HAIR: Long frayed locks down to his lower back, silver in coloration

EYES: Golden

HEIGHT: 6″6

BUILD: Muscular, broad shoulders

TATTOOS:

None

PIERCINGS:

None

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

His gladius forged by his own hand with living steel

His spear, Foerender, another hand crafted weapon

+ personal information

PROFESSION(S): Warlord in the Horde military, Blood Knight Knight Lord, Nobleman

HOBBIES: Sparring, blacksmithing, chess, spending time with those he considers family

SKILL(S): Skilled in many ways of war, strategist, blacksmith, cooking and baking

LANGUAGE(S): Thalassian, Orcish, Taurahe, Common, Dwarvish

RESIDENCE: Lightsworn Estate, Eversong Woods

BIRTHPLACE: Lightsworn Estate, Eversong Woods

RELIGION: Holy Light

PATRON DEITY: The Holy Light

FEARS: A bad death, losing his daughter, losing his close friends

+ relationships

SPOUSE: Dating @a-cieltus

CHILDREN: Arabella Lightsworn(19, Female), Eleeria Silverwing(425, Female)

PETS: Two large dire wolves, one female and one male. Havardr(male) and Asger(female)

traits—— —

•extroverted / introverted / in between.

•disorganized / organized / in between.

•close minded / open-minded / in between.

•calm / anxious / in between.

•disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

•cautious / reckless / in between.

•patient / impatient / in between.

•outspoken / reserved / in between.

•leader / follower / in between.

•empathetic / indifferent / in between.

•optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

•traditional / modern / in between.

•hard-working / lazy / in between.

•cultured / uncultured / in between.

•loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

•assertive / timid / in between

additional information—— —

SMOKING: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

+ extra

FACECLAIM(S): Liam McIntyre

VOICE CLAIM(S): Johnathan Keeble

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

THEME SONG(S): Will be added at later date

NAME PRONUNCIATION: Lore-may-us

IN GAME NAME: Lormeus, Wyrmrest Accord, Horde

ALT CODE: 0192: None

( @wraconnect @wracentral , Mentions: @eleeria)

#wyrmrest rp #wyrmrest roleplay #wyrmrest horde #horde rp #looking for contact #LFC #lfrp

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pandoriasbox · 4 years

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A Dark Horse of a Different Color

(The Dark Rider AU has mature themes not suitable for younger readers.)

It was supposed to be an average scouting mission; there had been reports of Pandoric activity up by North Link and given her history working with the druids it made the most sense to send her. Az warily wandered the wooded area just beyond the pass and left her hand hovering over one of her throwing knives. Her other hand held the small device she was supposed to use for detecting the unique radiation the rifts often gave off.

Despite being on edge throughout most of the night it was right when Az was beginning to let her guard down at she heard a snapping noise of brush behind her. Whirling around she had her knife drawn and ready to throw but was met with pure darkness. She dipped behind a tree, keen eyes scanning the woods surrounding her for threats. She internally cursed the timing of her mission as the new moon left even less light filtering past the tall pines to the valley’s floor than usual. Suddenly she felt the device still in her hand begin vibrating as it responded to abnormal energy readings. She held stock still as she heard a soft snorting and sniffing noise behind her, one that was all too familiar. Soon it was replaced with the sound of her bag falling over and she turned her head to see a tall elegant horse with a coat like the night sky less than a dozen feet away. Slowly she began to turn her body, still clutching the knife but trying to make herself look as least threatening as possible.

The horse, seemingly a mare as best as Az could tell in the darkness practically glowed with a mane and tail that shimmered with dull embers and hooves that blended in with the night surrounding them. She was breathtaking and her eyes were like softly glowing embers that had now trained themselves on the dark rider. Lifting her head she pinned her ears back and immediately stepped backwards. It was nearly impossible to not notice the limp in her step as the mare huffed angrily at the close proximity of the human before her.

“Hey, hey… it’s okay, I’m not gonna do anything to ya...” Az spoke softly, earning a curious flick of an ear catching her words as the mare backed a little further away. Az took a step forward and the mare took yet another step away. Az slowly crouched, tucking her blade back away and turning the device off before she moved to her bag. Her eyes never left the stunning starry horse before her as she rooted around for what she knew the mare must have been attracted to. She produced a bright red apple that glistened even in the minimal light of the night. Immediately the wary mare’s ears flicked forward in interest and she pawed lightly.

Az held perfectly still, the apple nestled in the palm of her outstretched hand. Despite her own numbness she felt pain and terror practically radiating off this poor horse. Another few steps forward and the dark muzzle brushed against the apple, sniffing it as those bright fiery eyes stared back at her. A primordial part of the dark rider reached out to the fearful equine as she soaked in the mare’s fears. Tears pricked at her eyes before they began streaming down her cheeks and the pair shared a shudder. The stars across the mare’s coat rippled before slowly her muscles relaxed and she took a bite of the succulent fruit offered to her. Another step forward and she stood with her neck barely outstretched. Az slowly lifted her free hand as the mare ate the last scrap of apple and brushed her fingers gingerly against the midnight hair on the mare’s cheek. She seemed to calm and to Az’s surprise even leaned into the rider’s touch slightly.

Something felt different, this wasn’t like what she shared with Eversong so long ago that it felt like a different life. Yet she knew the feelings flooding her were not her own. There was a pure terror about this mare that came from deep seated trauma induced by humans. Fresh tears fell to the grassy floor beneath them and Az lifted her other hand to gently stroke the mare’s face as comfortingly as she could. This earned her a soft snort and slowly she watched as the tense muscles beneath the starry coat began to unwind and relax at last.

Azalea lost track of time and it wasn’t until the sun hit her face and her phone in her jacket vibrated enough to wake her that she realized she had fallen asleep beside the strange mare. She looked at the missed call, finding several from earlier in the morning and sighed before dialing a number she knew by heart. In her lap lay the mare’s head as she slept peacefully, laying down to get off her injured limb.

“AZALEA WHERE ARE YOU?!” The dark rider had to pull the phone from her ear and winced, eyes glancing down to slumbering mare whose ears shifted in response but seemed content to remain laying down. Sighing she waited until the voice on the other line had calmed before speaking. “Still at Northlink, hey I got a uh… situation here-” she paused and waited out the telling off she received for not getting back sooner. “Yes, yes I know but look, Sands isn’t gonna do shit at this point okay? I got my readings, you won’t believe what was causing it.” She chuckled and explained the strange mare she found. “By the way she’s mine before you guys start trying anything. You owe me that, got it?” She smirked darkly at the huffy voice on the other line but grinned as she got the answer she was looking for. “Look… no look, seriously, if you want someone to study her let me do it okay? She’s got… something going on.”

Az looked down at the mare, concern etched in her features for the first time in a long while. It was then that she zoned out slightly and realized that the starry midnight coat and fiery mane the mare had was gone, replaced by a dull and dirty brown coat. It reminded her of cinders after a forest fire. She swallowed and ran her hand over the mare’s neck, watching as an amber eye opened to stare up at her.

#my writing #my lore #dreamdragon #dreamdragon drau #dr au #ddfic

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bow-women · 4 years

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost, don’t reblog !

BASICS !

full name. Ranger General Vereesa Windrunner

nicknames. Little Moon, Vee, ‘Reesa, Minn’da

height. 6′1″ (185cm)

age. 60s

zodiac. Capricorn

languages. Thalassian, Common, Thalassian Sign

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour. Silver

eye colour. Silver

skin tone. Light

body type. Average, dancer’s build

dominant hand. Right.

posture. loose, casual

tattoos. --

most noticeable features. Her silver eyes, untainted by fel.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. Windrunner Spire, Eversong Woods

hometown. Windrunner Spire/Village, Eversong Woods

birth weight / height. –

first words. Da.

siblings. Alleria Windrunner, Sylvanas Windrunner, Lirath Windrunner

parents. Verath Windrunner, Lireesa Windrunner

parental involvement. Verath had some involvement, especially when she was very young, but her mother was almost always distant, short of a handful of times spent teaching her Ranger specific skills. She developed closer relationships with her older sisters than with her mother.

ADULT LIFE

occupation. Ranger General of the Silver Covenant

current residence. Dalaran

close friends. Jaina Proudmoore, Rhonin Redhair, Falstad Dragonreaver, Halduron Brightwing

relationship status. Widowed

financial status. High class - living in Dalaran, especially with the connections she retains because of Rhonin leads to neither her nor her sons left wanting

driver’s license. –

criminal record. None... well, besides being ‘banished’ from Quel’thalas

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. Bisexual (male preference)

romantic orientation. Biromantic (male preference)

preferred emotional role. submissive | dominant | switch | unsure

preferred sexual role. submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed

libido. Average

love language. Vereesa gives love in the form of Quality Time, especially with how busy she is. If she truly cares for someone, she carves out time in her schedule to just be with them, even if it’s just an hour a week to talk over tea. The twins receive this treatment the most. She responds best to Acts of Service and Quality Time. If someone can entertain her children, or even just sit with her in the few quiet hours she gets in her week, she’s eternally grateful. She struggles with accepting words of affirmation.

relationship tendencies. She doesn’t respond well to blatant flirting or desire from others. At best, she will politely turn someone away, at worst, the altercation will end in broken fingers. Vereesa tends to fulfill whatever role the relationship calls for, be that the more emotionally dominant partner, or emotionally submissive. She has no nervousness in stating her feelings or desires and she expects her partners to be just as open with theirs. She can’t stand games or needing to pick her partner’s brain to figure out what is wrong - she’s dealt with that far too much with her family.

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. Radioactive by Madilyn Bailey

hobbies to pass the time. Dancing and singing - she used to do this a lot with Lirath, but I imagine she sings all the time with her sons.

mental illnesses. Depression

physical illnesses. -

left or right brained . Right

fears. Losing her sons

self confidence level. Relatively low. Vereesa has a massive case of impostor syndrome. She feels that out of all of her siblings, she is the least qualified to lead, but she ended up leading the Silver Covenant when the Quel’dorei dissenters were banished from Quel’thalas just because of her name.

vulnerabilities. Her sons, massively. She would do anything for them, including outright betrayal of any and all codes she adheres to. Psychologically, also her impostor syndrome.

#little moon (muse: vereesa windrunner)#one of the few windrunners left (character study: vereesa windrunner)#// this sat in my drafts forever because I was struggling with the love language and relationship tendencies #// but I've decided to just write it based off how she is after Rhonin

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somberwish · 4 years

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Mal’aeson Somberwish; lfc

the basics↓

NAME: Mal’aeson Somberwish

NICKNAMES: Mal, Aeson

AGE: Young Adult

BIRTHDAY: 31st of December

RACE: Ren’dorei (Void Elf)

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Straight

MARITAL STATUS: Taken

physical appearance↓

HAIR: Violet, worn just past the shoulder, unkempt, naturally oily (mild), features a few void tendrils.

EYES: Pale blue, no visible pupils.

HEIGHT: 5′8″

BUILD: Tall, slender, lithe.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Deep blue ligature marks around his throat, substantial bruising around the scars.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: An intricate journal with a gold-trimmed violet cover and a golden depiction of a skull on its front, its eyes inset with blood rubies.

personal↓

PROFESSION: Utilises his necromancy skills to exorcise spirits for a fee.

HOBBIES: Writing, reading, necromancy, playing with his pet mouse.

LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Common, Gutterspeak, Language of Death.

RESIDENCE: The Holdout, Twilight Highlands.

BIRTHPLACE: Silvermoon, Eversong Woods.

RELIGION: He worships death.

PATRON DEITY: The Jailer.

FEARS: The Maw.

relationships↓

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Selina Morrowsong.

CHILDREN: None.

PARENTS: Unknown.

SIBLINGS: Unknown.

OTHER RELATIVES: Unknown.

PETS: Boo (mouse).

traits↓

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganised / organised / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information↓

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

what I’m looking for↓

Friends, foes and followers. Mal’aeson is a former member of the Cult of the Damned, having studied for years in Scholomance. Presently he is the fledgling cult leader of Shadow’s Vigil, a family of societal outcasts and “lost souls” founded alongside his partner, Selina Morrowsong.

As such I am looking for dark, macabre and horror themes. Heavy emphasis on undead (spirits and zombies primarily). Gore, violence and torture. Ritual sacrifice (potential animal cruelty warning).

Always on the lookout for new initiates into Shadow’s Vigil! Outcasts, loners, pariahs, hermits, the weak, the vulnerable, the impressionable, the downtrodden, the insecure, the fearful, the superstitious and the fatalist may find an accepting and secure home within the family.

art by lucastrati on deviantart

#selinasong #shadowsvigil #shadowsvigil-wra #character sheet #wra alliance #cultist #necromancer

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gascon-en-exil · 4 years

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What are your favorite zones, since you mentioned it? What did you think of the whole plaguelands stuff pre and post Cata?

There’s so very many to pick from. In no particular order:

Eversong Woods, the Ghostlands, and the Isle of Quel’Danas - the last one is kind of boring as a quest hub, but I love the sin’dorei aesthetic and the first two had a great flow to them pre-Cata when most zones didn’t. Even now they hold up well, although I still wish you could fly in them.

Duskwood - just about perfect in layout and quest flow, and it’s got a lot of meaty stories if you’re into them

Western Plaguelands - I enjoy the contrast between the pre-Cata devastation and high level shenanigans and the current version which is a greener mid-level zone featuring two of my favorite subtextually gay NPCs. Eastern Plaguelands saw very little aesthetic changes and I wasn’t too fond of it to begin with, but at least it goes by quickly now if you can manage to not get bored by having to watch the caravan storyline play out yet again.

Thousand Needles - flooding this zone was a great creative decision, because from what little I remember of the pre-Cata version it used to be an utter bore. Not really a fan of gnomes vs. goblins, but their party barge is good for some light-hearted fun.

most of Northrend - I live in the subtropics where snow happens maybe once a decade and then for only about half an hour, so of course I’m drawn to a continent that’s almost completely frozen over. Tons of great visuals, and most of the storylines land very well and have a good flow to them.

Vash’jr - I may be the only person who likes this one, but I think the idea of an underwater zone is a novel concept and there’s a surprising amount of variety on the seafloor. Maybe it’s because I mostly play ranged classes, but adapting to combat with an added dimension wasn’t that hard. Nazjatar tried to recapture this feeling with most of the water magically removed but didn’t quite manage it in my opinion.

Jade Forest - Pandaria’s leveling feels really front-loaded, because nothing on the continent feels quite as impressive as this first zone until you hit the then-max level content.

Shadowmoon Valley (Draenor version) - Such a calm and beautiful aesthetic, and while I love the contrast between Draenor and Outland wherever it appears this is arguably the zone where it manifests the most starkly. I don’t talk about them as much, but I enjoy the draenei almost as much as I enjoy the various non-kal’dorei night elves. Also props to the Spires of Arak, less so for the zone geography and more for the great arrakoa storyline.

Suramar - the nightborne are almost as great as the Quel’Thalas elves, and proceeding through this zone’s storyline and grinding rep here were original experiences playing on concepts I love like disguises and societal intrigue. Also, they have a vineyard that makes magically-infused wine and you get to see the whole process - so nice.

all of Kul Tiras - the Kul Tirans as a people are a bit swarthy for my tastes, but this is such a solid self-contained little nation with a bunch of good stories to tell and some interesting visuals. Like with Northrend there’s some geographical bias on my part; I live in a cosmopolitan port city so I look upon the likes of Boralus and Freehold as fun variants on that theme.

Whew, told you it was a long list.

#World of Warcraft #WoW

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once-upon-a-memoir · 5 years

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LFC :: Zatna Spiteveil

The Basics --- -

Full name: Zatna Spiteveil, previously Mirthheart. Nickname(s): Zatbab, stabby gal, sunflower, sunshine, shadowstep. Title(s): Shadowblade. Alias(es): Eclipse. Age: Around 2900 years old. Birthday: 10th of July. Race: Sin'dorei. Gender & pronouns: Female, she/her pronouns. Sexuality: Nobody fucking knows. Marital Status: Unofficially going out with @frostwyrmsfury‘s Andiais.

Physical Appearance --- -

Hair: The majority of her head is bald and scarred, the hair scalded and burned away during a childhood accident. Now Zatna shaves what of her hair still grows, instead opting to wear pale ginger wigs whenever she isn't dawning her leather hood or scarf-cloak. Eyes: Golden yet with a tint of darkness. Her eyes are tired and heavy yet alert and sharp, seeing the world through a veil of pain and morals. Height: 5'/152.4 cm. Weight: 112.44 lbs/51 kg. Build: Ectomorph. Zatna is thin yet obviously well-trained, her strength focused on agility and flexibility. Scars: Burn scars on her shoulder, neck, and head. Several scars on her… everywhere, really. She essentially looks like a grizzled war-veteran (because that’s what she is). Two small pieces of the outer edge of her ear have also been torn off. Tattoos: A few small, simple, and minimalistic ones that seem silly but are deeply symbolic. Distinguished Traits:

Her relaxed posture.

The slight freckling of her skin.

The bags under her eyes.

Silent footsteps.

A missing finger on her right hand.

Common Accessories:

A scarf in either red, black, or purple that you really cannot tell if it’s a scarf or a cloak. Spoilers: it’s both.

A one-handed sword, sheathe strapped to her back.

Two daggers at her hips and several other forms of sharp weaponry hidden across her body.

A cloth pouch and a leather purse attached to her belt.

Two golden hoops in her right ear.

Personal --- -

Profession: Occasional assassin, bounty hunter, tracker, and monster hunter for hire. Full-time Shadowblade and hunter of oppressors, warmongers, and whoever else breaks her moral standard for a living. Hobbies:

Singing.

Journal-writing.

Grumbling over existence, inequality, and people’s poor lack of morals and ethics.

Researching and observing.

Skill(s): Knife; hand-to-hand combat; shooting with a handgun or revolver; daggers, and one-handed axes and swords combat; singing; a bit of Void, Light, and Arcane magic; outdoors survival; surviving otherwise impossible to survive situations; strategising; acting; winging it; pulling pranks. Languages: Fluent Thalassian, conversational Common and Orcish, and a few words of Zandali and Darnassian. Residence: Zatna has a few hidden, barely used cottages scattered about Azeroth but no real, stable home. There’s one in Azsuna, one in Eversong Woods, one in Feralas, and one in Deadwind Pass. She also considers Keizi and Knoton’s abode a home, as well as Zatna’s parents’ estate outside Silvermoon. Still, she’s most likely to sleep and reside in the crowd of the Uncrowned or the wild. Birthplace: Silvermoon City. Religion: None. Patron Deity: None. Fears: Losing people; drowning; having a mission team mate be captured due out of her lack of skill.

Relationships --- -

Spouse: None. Children: None. Parents:

Vazolra Mirthheart (mother, alive).

Jathun Mirthheart (father, alive).

Siblings: None of blood, but the one person she considered a brother is double-deceased. His name was Itillan Riverseeker. Other Relatives: The only other relatives Zatna knows of is her mother’s side of the family, who abused and bullied every family member into becoming a follower of the Void, which led to them being exiled and becoming ren’dorei. Zatna refers to any of those relatives as “Crimsons”, short for Crimsonveil. Pets: None that are still in her care. When she lived with Keizi, Knoton, and Mo’hir in Durotar, she had several cats and raptors.

Traits --- -

Extroverted / Introverted / In between /: Zatna is an extroverted person, but, lately, with the change of pace in her life, she has become far less social in any way that isn’t business related.

Disorganised / Organised / In between /: She’s not a neat freak but doesn’t make a mess either.

Close Minded / Open Minded / In between /: So long you don’t try and oppress people or hurt them for no apparent reason in her vicinity, there’s next to nothing that she won’t accept and respect.

Calm / Anxious / In between /: Being anxious has never really been a thing she’s done.

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between /: She fights for a cause and what’s right, not to get people to agree.

Cautious / Reckless / In between /: She tries, and fails, to be cautious.

Patient / Impatient / In between /: This, somehow, always surprises people.

Outspoken / Reserved / In between /: Zatna used to say literally everything on her mind. Now she’s more reserved with personal things, like emotions and her mental state, but anything else she’ll more than happily yell to the entire world about.

Leader / Follower / In between /: She can’t follow orders worth shit. Not even her own.

Empathetic / Apathetic / In between /: She knows and understands and can relate to feelings, but simply has a very, very difficult time actually feeling them. This counts for her own but also things that are supposed to rub off from other people.

Optimistic / Pessimistic / In between /: It frequently changes whether she’s optimistic or pessimistic, though she has a tendency to lean towards a sense of pessimistic optimism. Like, it will probably be fine, but only moderately, and there’ll be some casualties, and overall Zatna simply expects everything to be mediocre.

Traditional / Modern / In between /: No comment.

Hard-working / Lazy / In between /: She can and will work through entire days without eating and sleeping.

Cultured / Uncultured / In between /: Depends on what culture you mean. Sin’dorei culture? Eh, a little cultured. Meme culture? Very cultured. Manners? Not cultured at all.

Loyal / Disloyal / In between /: Her trust is very, very difficult to get, but once you do she will die for you. And, generally, she lives by a “no man is left behind” mindset on missions, unless it’s absolutely, one hundred percent necessary to leave them behind.

Faithful / Unfaithful / In between /: Only thing she has faith in is her ability to track down and kill people.

Assertive / Timid / In between /: Don’t get fooled by her height, you’ll wish her aura never came near you.

Additional Information --- -

Smoking: Occasionally. Alcohol: Frequently, if she didn’t work so much. Drugs: Possibly, if offered. Triggers: Drowning; being stuck beneath something in the middle of a fire. Face claim: Kim Jihae. Theme song: Life by Neffex. Alignment: Chaotic good / neutral. In-game classes she takes after the most: Subtlety rogue with a splurge of outlaw and simple Arcane mage.

Alt Verses --- -

Brightheart: Not much changes here aside from the fact she, briefly, has a successful love life with Halduron Brightwing. They have three kids and end up getting a divorce after they’ve all migrated from their home.

Modern: A woman in the mid-30s still working towards her college degree. Up until a few years ago, she’s been making her income through professional downhill mountain-biking.

Forsaken: Zatna dies in Northrend and is raised as Forsaken. She’s very nonchalant about it. Everybody else isn’t.

RP Hooks --- -

Academy: Vazolra, Zatna’s mom, is the headmistress of a magic academy in the heart of Silvermoon where Zatna, alongside many, many other people, have graduated.

Bounty hunter: Not exactly feeling like going off to an alternative universe for someone who’s already out of reach to harm anyone else on Azeroth, Zatna spent the entirety of Warlords of Draenor as a bounty hunter, alongside her best friends Knoton and Mo’hir. Zatna still occasionally go after bounties and accept bounty hunter jobs, if they line up with her style of targets.

The Uncrowned: Zatna is a Shadowblade going under the alias Eclipse. She frequently launches campaigns, plots tactics, and gathers information to take down vile people of all kinds. In this line of work, she needs the help of all kinds of people, and preferably a lot of them.

Taverns: Zatna is social butterfly and quite the drinker when she finally lets herself take a break from work.

Contact Information --- -

where i roleplay: discord and tumblr. zatna can be found at @once-upon-a-memoir while follows and likes come from @foxfictioncentral. what im looking for:

action & adventure rp

people willing to further a plot idea i have that features a drug-caused disease, a lot of murdering, frustration, and several attempts and fails at coming up with a cure

connections of all sorts (business, friends, enemies, familial, what have you)

slice of life

emotionally charged rp

long-term and short-term connections

pre-established relationships

angst

detective rp

what i wont do: explicit sex, self-harm, suicide, in-game rp (it’s an anxiety thing), and excessive gore.

i mainly write multi-paragraphs style as i have a tendency to vomit words, but i won’t say no to rping with different styles. my writing is very emotion heavy, and my favorite thing to write is emotionally challenging stuff. give me all the angst, tho i write p much anything

useful links: about || relationships || verses || starter call rules / guidelines / ooc info

other muse blogs: @hugs-not-anonymous @conflictedenergies

mun blogs: @foxfictioncentral @jcfoxington @arcticartings

#world of warcraft rp #looking for rp #looking for contact #neutral faction rp #crossfaction rp #horde rp #sin'dorei #blood elf #.a heart without its mirth.about #.lfc

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lentara · 5 years

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"Wings of Discord", music theme: Muse - The Void. Actions take place on the border of Ghostlands and Eversong Woods. Twitter

#World of Warcraft #warcraft art #void elf #blood elf #battle for azeroth #bfa #alliance #horde

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valdrenduskstrider · 5 years

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Commander Valdren Duskstrider

Basic Information

Name: Valdren Duskstrider

Title: Commander of the Dark Phoenix Regiment

Race: Ren’dorei

Class: Umbral Spellblade

Age: 377

Eye Color: Luminous Blue

Height: 6’3”

Body Shape: Muscular

Birthplace: Goldenmist Village, Eversong Woods

Residence: Stormbreaker Castle, Silverpine | Telogrus Rift

Additional Information

House Name: Duskstrider

Nickname: V, Val

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Motto: “If you wish for peace, prepare for war.”

Personality: ENTJ-T

Known Languages: Thalassian, Common, Orcish, Zandali, Demonic

Occupation: Alliance Special Operations Commander

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Character Description

Valdren Duskstrider, a denizen of Telogrus, is a ren’dorei that makes no attempt to hide from the world what he has become as he regularly summons forth shadows that congeal and dance about his form before being abruptly dismissed with little more than a thought. He walks with his head held high, the seemingly unending strife he has been forced to endure in recent decades failing to anchor his pride and confidence. Following his infusion with the malevolent void, his once lightly tanned skinned has taken on a dark and dusky hue. Cold and captivating eyes are no longer an iridescent emerald, but instead a luminous blue. Raven black hair has become a midnight blue that cascades down around a handsome oval face defined by high cheekbones, a strong jawline, a moderate amount of stubble, and a deep scar that runs vertically over his right eye, from his brow down to his cheek. From the ends of his locks, void energy coalesces into tendrils that act as an open warning to all that this elf is not one to be trifled with.

Valdren stands slightly taller than the average ren’dorei with a body that has been honed to the pinnacle of perfection. Broad muscled shoulders give way to a sculpted chest that sits above row after row of neatly stacked abs. Strong arms are corded with thick muscles. Intricate runic tattoos that glow vibrantly when the magic contained within is activated cover his chiseled form. The taut skin of his back ripples with the muscles that lay beneath and a phoenix that rises from the ashes is inked upon flesh. The body of this ren’dorei is a weapon, and the strength of his torso is mirrored in his glutes, thighs, and calves. A battlefield veteran who has been involved in numerous war campaigns, Valdren bears many reminders in the form of scars, ranging from healed over small cuts and scratches to the occasional long and deep lacerations, several of which tell stories of near-death experiences.

If it was not already obvious that this was a man that spent nearly every waking moment working to prepare himself for the next threat to his people or Azeroth as a whole, there would be no questioning by any who looked upon him dressed for battle. Heavily enchanted leather armor, dyed a dark blue to openly display his newfound allegiance to the Alliance, has been reinforced with forged and tempered azerite, providing him with ample protection without hindering his ability to swiftly navigate through the field of battle. Should he need to engage in combat, his preferred weapons of choice would be the pair of flawlessly forged curved swords traditionally found sheathed at his hips. While these sharpened blades are his favored, the ancient Quel’dorei bow strapped across his back, the pair of revolvers, or the multitude of spells that rest at the tip of his tongue can prove just as deadly, should any be so foolish to cross him.

Despite the seemingly endless threats to peace, Valdren occasionally finds the time for a respite from the field of battle, and it is during these moments that one might find him in a more casual attire that offers limited protection. Make no mistake that although he may be seemingly unarmed he is no less dangerous for he is ever vigilant and prepared to face off against any who would have the gall to attack him.

Weapons

Vengeance and Wrath, Runed Blades of Retribution

(Twin swords) Description Coming Soon™

Tempest, Twilight’s Storm

Quel’dorei bow) Description Coming Soon™

Daggers

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Conjured Weapons

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Armor

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Jewelry

Dark Phoenix Amulet

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Alliance Commander Insignia

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Dark Phoenix Regiment Insignia

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Titansteel Band of Lightning

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Azure Ring of Arcane protection

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Common Items

Flask

Water canteen

Coin pouch

Steel wire

Manacles

Vials of Potions

Vial of acid

Herbs

Spyglass

Bandages

Lockpicks

Flint and Steel

Chalk

A Tome or Two

Relationships

Father: Merillan Duskstrider (Deceased)

Mother: Kelaena Duskstrider (Deceased)

Brother: Lorleron Duskstrider (Deceased)

Sister: Sylowyn Duskstrider

Spouse: None

Children: None that are legitimate

Current Affiliations

The Alliance

7th Legion

SI:7

Past Affiliations

Farstriders

The Sunfury

The Scryers

The Shattered Sun Offensive

The Horde

OOC Information

First and foremost, I require that any who engage in roleplay with me be 18 or older. This is non-negotiable.

I will not be held liable for my character’s actions. As far as I’m concerned, roleplay is storytelling. My character’s actions, beliefs, goals, morals, etc. are not my own. In-character drama is great, but I have a zero-tolerance policy for any out of character drama.

I have a preference for mature and adult-oriented role-play. Dark themes are welcomed and encouraged. My only restriction is that it needs to make sense with my character. If you have an idea that you would like to run by me, please do not hesitate to send me a private message so that we can discuss it.

Out of Character, I’m probably one of the nicest guys you’ll meet and I’m always looking for more friends. Please feel free to message me to chat any time! There is no reason to be shy!

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Lady Amora’lei; LFC

the basics –––

NAME: Amora’lei.

NICKNAME(S): Little One. Nymph. Doll.

TITLE(S): The Dreaming Marionette. Nephelae of Snow. The Weeping Moonwillow.

AGE: Timeless.

BIRTHDAY: February 4th.

RACE: Sin’dorei/Ren'dorei (cross-faction and faction neutral).

GENDER: Female.

MARITAL STATUS: Widowed.

physical appearance –––

HAIR: Tousled curls resemble that of freshly fallen snow, descending as a deluge to her knees, capturing subtle iridescence within moonlight; an opalescent sheen like an aurora. She may choose to don dwarven-styled plaits in an elegant coiffure along her crown with a few that trail down her back, or simply allow the unruly ringlets to fall wildly and free. A constellation of snowflakes are woven into her tresses.

EYES: Mesmerizing and lethargic. Milky and dimly-lit as though she were blind. Dependent on her use of magic, one might note subtle hints of lavender or perriwinkle.

HEIGHT: 5′1″

BUILD: Petite and sylphlike; bearing soft swells of curvature hidden well beneath billowy gossamer fabric.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Cool, ghostly pale flesh that is ice-cold to the touch. A natural roseate blush that blooms along the apples of her cheekbones as well as the curves of her physique. Beneath her bashful, somnolent eyes she retained dark, violaceous halos evocative to one that has not slept for days.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: A crescent moon momento decorated in glowing filigree decorates her crown, gently floating just over her forehead, matched with a web of pale blue chains.

Often she can be seen wielding a stave bearing a head reminiscent to a demonic ram’s scull, horns curled along the sides while three candles float atop with cyan flames lit on the wicks and hollowed eye sockets. From the embers a strange enchantment allowed for iridescent snow to fall about her.

Attached to a garter along her right thigh would be a small letter opener with a handle made up of wood from the trees of Eversong.

A final item would often be fluttering clumsily behind her as a large grimoire under a spell. It would hold a plethora of documented dreams which are mostly of her own but as of recently memories she has collected from others as well.

personal –––

PROFESSION: Former Priestess of the Light. Mind Bender(Clairsentient Empath) and Dreamweaver. Her abilities lie in being able to twists one’s emotions/fears and memories against their will, and even haunting and manipulating dreams or nightmares.

HOBBIES: Mourning. Crying. Daydreaming and getting lost in the clouds. Singing her haunting lullabies to mythical beings, plantlife, or to those willing to heed living and deceased. Stargazing and moon-chasing. Dancing gracefully, as a ballerina. Picking flowers and making crowns out of them. Visiting strangers in their dreams; documenting either her own, or the memories of her victims within an old worn grimoire she may be commonly seen with.

LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Orcish, Common.

RESIDENCE: Transient; yet she often can be seen residing in either Crystalsong Forest or Winterspring.

BIRTHPLACE: Quel’Thalas.

PATRON DEITY: As of recently leaning toward Elune.

FEARS: Imbalance, most of all. People she is unfamiliar with, the unknown, her own manifestations/nightmares, losing herself entirely and all control, or falling in love again.

relationships –––

SPOUSE: Deceased.

CHILDREN: None.

PARENTS: Deceased.

SIBLING(S): Having three other siblings which she is estranged from, her twin sister would perhaps be her closest relative; Serein.

OTHER RELATIVES: None.

AQUAINTANCES: Amora has friends that are few and far in between, and prefers to keep all social matters to herself.

PETS: Having found many creatures along her travels, it wasn't uncommon for a different one to be seen with her each moment for they often seem enchanted by her presence. Most common would be a spirit fox kit that she has been known to call 'Ghost'.

traits –––

extvoverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information –––

SMOKING HABIT: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / rarely /sometimes / frequently / to excess.

Friendships, villains, acquaintances, mentors, and anything in between. I am open to cross-faction/server RP as well since my little lady falls on a neutral plane!

I very much love darker, psychologically thrilling themes, especially involving good/evil corruption, the rise and descent one one’s mind, and genres that truly make your think, however I am hardly limited to just this alone! Positive, and light-hearted RP works very well for me as well since my little Amora could always use good people in her life! Though as a disclaimer I’d like to state I’d rather avoid any prioritization of romantic RP unless it is something that may naturally occur through long-term development, and even then it shouldn’t be the focus/goal.

what I’m looking for –––

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Overcome with wanderlust, Amora prefers to traverse the more funereal and wintry parts of the world, communing with forlorn spirits to help bring them peace. Physically she can often be found in regions such as Northrend and Winterspring, or other more gloomy parts of the world such as Ghostlands, Duskwood, Swamp of Sorrows, and any other location that harbors spooky woods and/or lush plant life.

If not seen picking flowers, or dancing as whimsically like that of a ballerina, then perhaps she is heard singing her haunting lullabies to the the creatures and phantasmal life of the area she is in at the time.

Amora is a dreamweaver as she is a clairsentient empath. A potential hook here could also mean that she could visit one in their dreams. Being as sensitive and intuitive as she is, some might feel drawn to her surreal and comforting semblance, finding that their past and present woes diminish within her vicinity.

I am open to RPing via Tumblr, but my preference usually lies especially on Discord because of my work schedule and hours! Please do not be shy to message me for the information; I would love to be able to create amazing stories with you and look forward to the possibility!

Please feel free to send my character any inbox questions/prompts anon or otherwise!

More art can be found here.

(( First artwork piece done by Raeoir from DeviantArt. Second and third done by HalChroma from DeviantArt. ))

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