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What is the Bee's position on the Faction War?

The question raises a few brows. Bee sits herself up and twists her upper body enough to look off. Her eyes wrinkle in the corners in thought, tongue swiping against the inner curve of her bottom lip, brows now lowering.

Her words are delivered with care. "Ridiculous. The Alliance abandoned Westfall, leavin' my ma to build somethin' out of nothin'. We were never rich, but we kept from starvin' n' had kin. Now, that isn't relevant all to much to my answer, an' a new King now is holdin' the throne."

She takes a moment to pause and center herself. "How long till both factions count us as expendable fer their petty fightin'? How many more gotta die to end this? Our lands'll be destroyed again; our world. N' there are bigger, far scarier things out there than a banshee Queen or whatnot eatin' at everyone."

"If we don't focus on other issues, we ain't gonna be alive long enough t'even deal with 'er or anythin' else. Priorities is important in business."

@glitchphil

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What do they do for a living?

Seventy-five, seventy-six...

Her breaths hitch and excitement lights a fire into her veins. She begins a new stack of the gold delivered to her, stuck not only in a trance by the hypnotic gleam of candlelight against the coins but deeply focused in keeping count.

It was her job as accountant to keep track of the finances, organize, and watch over investments. So far, very few had paid off, but she wasn't raised a quitter.

She'll change her methods, change who she invests in, and become a little more cutthroat.

It's really all in how the cards are played.

Eighty-nine, ninety, ninety-one...

( @glitchphil Thank you for the ask! :) )

#whered you learn to lie the way you do? (ask prompts) #sweet like honeysuckle late at night (about) #to be written in ink is to be immortal (my writing)

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This blog is accepting development anons!

Bug my character about their past! Ask them about the things you wonder about! Give them scenarios to get their brain going! Today is all about bringing out the growth hiding within my character.

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LFC: Miss Bee

The Basics ––– –

Legal Name: Bernadette Nell Black 

Known Alias: Miss Bee

Nickname(s): Birdie, Bee

Age: 34

Birthday: November 12

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual 

Marital Status: Single (Widowed)

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Dark brown and near black, straight and fine. Her hair falls nearly to her ribs when not pulled back.

Eyes: Golden brown, reminiscent of honey in certain lights. Preference towards golden / warm nude tones for make-up.

Height: 5′3″

Build: Slender

Distinguishing Marks: Freckles across the bridge of her nose, scar above her right eyebrow from a fall earlier in the year from a fainting spell. Several scars across her body (predominantly, her cheek) from an animal mauling.

Common Accessories: Honeycomb slide hair pin and her hat. A messenger satchel containing: a sack of some coin ( two or three gold, some silver, some copper, some bank notes), first aid supplies, one or two romance novels, legal paperwork, cosmetics and various snack foods. 

Personal ––– –

Profession: Businesswoman

Hobbies: Beekeeping, travel, gardening, (light) gambling, (recent) baking/cooking, (recent) foreign language study

Languages: Common (Native / Fluent) 

Residence: Lakeshire, Redridge Mountains

Birthplace: Westfall

Religion: Church of the Holy Light 

Fears: Loss of control / enslaved, death (killing or being killed), large bodies of water (usually in the dark/night), open& seemingly infinite spaces (with a few exceptions, this usually is a greater anxiety in the dark.)

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Beau Westbrooke (Deceased)

Children: None

Parents: Unknown Father ( deceased), Marquetta Black (deceased)

Siblings: Too Many. Most notable being: Harriet “Hattie” Black ( @hattieblack​ ), Richard “Dick” Black, Cyrus Ikard Black ( @theblackdevil-wra ), Rickley “Rick” Black, Sorrow Black, & many others. 

Other Relatives: Unknown currently. 

Pets: None at the moment.

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: When needed (high stress, anxiety, etc) Drugs: Rarely Alcohol: Socially

RP Hooks ––– –

   [Pre-established relationships are absolutely welcome. Feel free to message me over tumblr DMs and bounce ideas off me if you’d like to build a plot or story! ] 

[Novice Mage (Long-term or Short-term plotting accepted)] Recently opened to the world of arcane magic, Bee has been reading what she can find in basic tomes / novels on arcane magic, but she is seeking a mentor to help further her knowledge. 

[Investor (Long-term / Short-term)] Coin is great, and making more and more of it is even greater. Miss Bee looks around frequently in search of small-time businesses to invest in rather than those with already present investors. 

[Westfall Ties / Rowdy Family] Attacked by one of her brothers/sisters/cousins/etc, or maybe in debt to them? Maybe your character met her during the years prior to the Cataclysm and rise of the Defias. Hell, maybe they’re one of her multitude of siblings. 

[The Westbrooke Family] Bee was married into the Westbrooke family for about a year and a half shortly before being disowned after her late husband Beau’s troubling passing. The family is a large one, and even today she at times comes across them. The Westbrookes aren’t nobles, but they are wealthy and more upper-class, and they’ve got a sure opinion about those from lower upbringings like the struggling human kin of Westfall. 

[Proprietor of “The Honeypot”] A new saloon-themed bar will be opened (hopefully) soon, run by Miss Bee, Jules and some of their companions! She is looking for entertainers, bartenders, and cooks currently.**

**More info soon to come! We’re still setting up!

Contact Information  ––– –

18+ age requirement; I will not RP with minors, I’m sorry. 

In-game is preferred: Yeehaww - WRA (A)

Tumblr DMs are welcome, as well as asks. 

#sweet like honeysuckle late at night (about) #Wyrmrest Accord #Wra RP #Wyrmrest Alliance #WrA Alliance #Wyrmrest Accord RP

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Home sweet home. 

Bee slips through the doorway of the inn, trudging up the stairs. She only pauses to gather some water, soap, a cloth, and some spare bandages before then. Once she gets into her room, she collapses into the nearest chair. The supplies are haphazardly placed onto the tabletop beside her. Luckily, there’s still candlelight illuminating the veil the night has placed onto the room. 

 Thin fingers tug and pull taupe skirts upwards. She stops at her knee, staring on at what lies just above on her right thigh. Hissing in her breath she draws the skirt upwards. 

The flesh is red, swelling some. She dips the rag she’s gathered into soapy water, washing gingerly away at the burned flesh. She traces the head of the panther carefully with the cloth, making sure to clean towards the outline where the pattern has been seared into her skin; a permanent sign of devotion to her new life. 

Her vision swarms with black at the edges and the room spins each time she presses into or cleans the wound. She feels a cold sweat layered atop some of her body, which trembles from the distress. Leaning back into the wall of her bedroom, she glances back towards her bed and the sleeping form still in it. 

She dips the cloth into the waters, wringing it out as she presses on, this time with a lighter touch. Her eyes well with tears and her stomach twists into knots. There’s regret nestled into it all somewhere, particularly when she drifts her eyes towards the faint scabbing and scarring on her hand. 

Memories of a pact made in the woods of Stormwind’s Embassy settles into her mind and washes away as pain flares in her thigh again. She hastily digs around in her messenger bag. When she doesn’t find what she needs, the contents are dumped out onto the tabletop. 

Small bags of organized coin, bandages, her hat, worry stones, snacks (some labeled ‘Jules’), a canteen, and finally what she seeks. She grabs the small pot of salve and twists at the lid, moving to carefully smear it along the branding, feeling the pain that chills along her spine until it starts to numb and cool, relieving her. 

She feels her ability to breathe far more clear, her vision equally as clear now. She settles back in her chair to just breathe for now, looking towards the bed again. She grabs for the canteen and drains it of all water she has stored, which helps just enough to help her calm down. Her eyes water again with tears, but she fights them. 

She has no reason to cry. This was meant to be good. Loyalty breeds more opportunities, and so does a firmer hand. Hands... hands. She stares down at her hands, seeing them tremble. Multiple thoughts force their way into her mind and nearly still her heart. Instead, her heart drops and she swallows, closing her eyes. 

She can do this, she promises to herself and pushes herself to stand up, moving over to climb into the bed shortly after she applies bandages to her thigh. She lies on her back in bed, but doesn’t sleep. She remains awake, dreading the following days to come, but knowing she’ll need to tread through them with a smile on her lips. 

It’s all in how she looks. 

#to be written in ink is to be immortal (my writing) #might be a sinner and i might be a saint (current) #Wyrmrest Accord

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