Veli burst up in bed.  Thinking back on the last month and feeling comfortable again for the first time in a very long time but she knew that peace couldn’t last.  She waited for weeks to tell the woman that she admired and respected of the situation she was in.  She fully expected that the Lady Doctor would have cast her off right then and there for putting was known as her family in jeapordy but to Veli’s shock Azuriann took Veli in her arms for a hug and promised to protect her.  Said that she was a member of this family now and that she wouldn’t let any harm come to her, and that her father wouldn’t get to her.

She felt loved, protected and, most of all, part of something.  Part of a family, something that she had...

Velinthria shot up in bed and the cold sweat started to bead up on her face and chest and she could feel her heart nearly beating out of her chest.  She had that dream again, and couldn’t sleep.  Her mother came to her in her dreams.  She was holding out her arms and she could see the stab wounds across her chest and the large gash on her mother’s neck from where Veli’s father had slit her throat.  She feared for that to happen to her, true, but before that could happen the exhaustion alone could kill her as well.  Veli assumed that was exactly what he had wanted.  She would wear herself out and fall victim to one of his attacks for she was too tired to defend herself.  But that wasn’t the only thing weighing on her...

Quris sits in his cell thinking of the plan him and his youngest son have sprung into place.  He takes one last look at his surroundings before the guard comes to lead him to the courthouse.  He rises and waits for the guard to attach the shackles to his hands and feet and is led quickly to the double doors that lead into the courthouse.  

Once there he takes one cursory glance around the room, noting where everyone is standing and finally his eyes settle on two people in the back.  Of course, he thought.  That weak boy Haveth has done it again.  He always did have a soft spot for that wretch and of course he would try and protect her, then his eyes settle directly on Velinthria.  She was dressed in the colors of the Argents,...

Character Chart

Character’s Full Name:   Belillina Myleah Fireseeker 

Reason or Meaning of Name: Named after her grandmother.

Character’s Nickname/Alias: Bella, Bells, Ducky

Reason for Nickname/Alias: Either because it’s like her name or the fact that she was called a quack one day(somewhat ooc, but it stuck)

Birth Date: April 16th

Physical appearance

Age:  Human equivalent to about 23

How old does he/she appear: Same as above.

Weight: 110lbs

Height: 5′6″

Body build: Thin

Shape of face: Oval shaped.

Eye color: Emerald green glow

Glasses or contacts: She will occasionally wear a pair of glasses when she is working but otherwise none.

Skin tone: Pale

Distinguishing marks: She has several....

After making a brief stop to her hotel room to take a quick shower and to change into her argent crusade garb, Vel had straightened herself out.  She put on some makeup to cover up the tear stains that were still below her eyes and she shakily smoothed out her robes.  Her extremely long red hair was pulled back into a pony tail and, as always had a slight curl to it, making it look shorter than it actually was.  

When Vel had finally reached the courthouse the tension was palpable.  She looked around the room and only saw one person she actually knew.  Her older brother, Haveth was standing close to the back of the courthouse.  He was looking for someone, and it soon became apparent that it was his little sister.  He...

(This story is actually about veli’s dad but I do so little rping with him that I figured I would just put it on Veli’s page instead of making a new one for him.)

As Quris sat there he couldn’t help but muse over everything that had led him to this point.  Sitting in the cold, dark cell he closed his eyes and remembered the night vividly.  That wench was defending their daughter again.  She was saying how Veli should be free to live her life and  that they were the ones holding her back.  This infuriated him even more but he quickly regained his composure and made sure he appeared calm to his wife as best as he could be.  Then even as he remembered it, he was surprised at his cunning.  

While she was in the kitchen...

After travelling straight for several days to return home as requested Vel had finally made it back to Silvermoon near the middle of the night.  Knowing that she could not go to see what was left of their house in this state, she decided to try and get some sleep at the inn and go there fresh in the morning.  

Little did she know that rest would not come so easily.  She laid down between the sheets and for hours she would toss and turn, her mind not allowing her the rest she needed until finally several hours later she had succumb to the exhaustion that overwhelmed her.  Even then, the sleep she so desperately needed did not come and she had awoken only a few hours later.  It was then that she knew that this was as ready as she...

After several years of proving herself a more than capable healer and devoted priestess of the Light, Vel had started musing on those she had left behind.  Seeing as both of her brothers had been long grown and moved out of the house when she had left her mind immediately turned to her mother and father.  Wondering what ever happened to them after she had left.  If the fighting had stopped or if it had grown steadily worse after she was gone.  
She had started off by working in the plaguelands.  Healing men and women after they had returned from battling against the scourge and she had more than proven herself.  She was stationed there for several years before she was sent to what she had referred to the frozen north.  Vel had...

After spending weeks on end without going home and focusing all of her energy on healing up Hope, Veli had a decision to make.  She knew that if she wanted to continue down this road and to become the person she knew she needed to be, she had to let go of the past, starting with her parents.  She sat down and took out the scroll case and her quill and started writing.

Mother and Father,
As you probably have suspected by now and as much as it pains me to say this, I cannot keep on living with you both.  You have turned your back on our family with all the screaming and fighting you do on a daily basis and you have disgraced our family with all of the anger you show towards each other on a daily basis.  I once loved being in our...

Little did Vel know that when she started walking down the cobblestone that was outside of her parents home, this would be the night that would ultimately shape what would be the rest of her life. She knew that it wasn’t safe, and that wretched roamed the streets in force these days but she really didn’t care. She had to get away from that house. It had started yet again. She continued to hear the screaming from nearly a half mile from the house when they were finally out of earshot. After a few more steps Veli decided to just have a seat on one of the planters that was on the edge of the area she knew was a wretched hot zone.

Veli sat there and stared at her surroundings and found herself wondering what the point of continuing to...

01. Full name:  

 Belillina Myleah Fireseeker 

02. Best friend:

 Most likely that would go to Saras, but with a couple others close seconds like Valis, Andi, and Winoa.

03. Sexuality: 

Heterosexual.

04. Favorite color:

 Definitely red

05. Relationship status: 

Dating Saras’Raeth Dawnflare

06. Ideal mate:

 Someone understanding and wouldn’t get jealous of her overly affectionate nature.  Ideally he would also be some kind of performer like she is and would appreciate the same things she does.  What’s most important though is that the person doesn’t try to tell her what she can and can’t do.

07. Turn-ons:

A man with nice long hair, as well as having someone run their fingers through her hair. Or doing the...

Bold what applies to your muse!

1). go apple picking vs. go on a hay ride 
2). scary vs. sweet  
3). sweaters vs boots 
4). socks vs. mittens 
5). bonfires vs. football 
6). trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies
9). bake pie vs. bake cookies 
10). rain vs. fog 
11). black cats vs. owls 
12). ghosts vs. witches 
13). halloweentown vs. hocus pocus 
14). go hiking vs. sleep in 
15). cinnamon vs. nutmeg 
16). reading vs. writing 
17). hot chocolate vs. tea 
18). live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 
19). candy apples vs. caramel apples 
20). blankets vs. pillows 
21). roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 
22). coffee vs. apple cider 
23). red leaves vs. orange leaves 

Thalena Blackblossom

The Basics ––– –

NAME: Thalena Alora Furyblade-Blackblossom

AGE: Adult (400+ years old.)

BIRTHDAY: May 22nd

RACE: Sin’dorei Hybrid

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Married

Relationship Status: Married to Vyz’an Blackblossom

Physical Appearance ––– –

HAIR: Black

EYES: Felfire green

HEIGHT: 6′11″/ 9′0″ (Metamorphosis)

BUILD: Athletic, Curvy, Well-endowed

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Purple Illidari runic tattoos trail along her arms, torso, chest, back and thighs, a purple rune above her heart; a variety of piercings; she keeps her horns raised high and dull at the point; scaled forehead; long scar starting from underneath her right eye, trailing over...

Getting to know Thalena Blackblossom

► Name ➔ “Thalena Alora Blackblossom.”

► Are you single ➔ “No, I’m happily married to Vyz’an Blackblossom.”

► Are you happy ➔ “Yes.”

► Are you angry? ➔ “Somewhat, but what pregnant woman isn’t?”

► Are your parents still married ➔ “They would be, but they’re deceased.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “I was born in Quel’thalas.”

► Hair Color ➔ “Black.”

► Eye Color ➔ “Fel green.”

► Birthday ➔ “May 22nd.”

► Mood ➔ “Tried, but content.”

► Gender ➔ “Female.”

► Summer or winter ➔ “Winter.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Morning.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► 

A Twist of Fate and The Drums of War.

Rythmic pounding of Orcish wardrums thrummed through the small communicator that had nearly laid forgotten on Thalena’s bedside table as she kept herself busy with tidying up the bedroom. Her hands smoothed down the soft, silken fabric that covered the mattress, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her ears flickered over the sound of her comms. Lifting her gaze away from her work, she peered at the comm, only to frown as she heard the sounds and warcries of her fellow Horde.

Just a few days prior, the huntress had kissed her husband goodbye as he heard the call of the Dark Lady, and current Warchief of the Horde, Sylvanas Windrunner. The couple had been tangled up within the silken sheets of their...

Crimes of the Demon Huntress

Bold all the things your character has done or italicize the things they will do

murder / manslaughter / assault / robbery / breaking & entering / theft / embezzlement / kidnapping / torture / blackmail / arson / trespassing / treason / libel or slander / lying to law enforcement / creation of a weapon / espionage / riot / escape from lawful custody / contempt of court / public intoxication (AU) / accessory to a crime / harboring a fugitive / bribery / perjury under oath / resisting arrest / identity theft / corporate fraud / tax fraud / document forgery / destruction of evidence / assassination / counterfeiting (AU) / sale of a controlled substance /...

Literature aesthetics

STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

ᴄᴏʙʙʟᴇsᴛᴏɴᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʟᴀᴍᴘs sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏɢ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ / ᴜɴᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ / ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ / ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴠɪᴄᴇs / ᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sᴛɪᴄᴋs / 

rules: bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse

                             𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

tired eyes.  coffee stains on the table.   listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails.  sunlight seeping through the curtains.   chapped lips.   walking barefoot across the floorboards.  dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns.  huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock.  hearing birds in the morning.  fireplaces.   falling asleep during class. 

                            𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

freckles.  the sun rising.  watching the sea. taking shots of the city.   historical museums. bright eyes.   looking up at the...

Name: Belillina Fireseeker

Age: Equivalent to mid to late 20′s

Height: 5′6″

Weight: 110 lbs

Blood Type: AB Positive

Eye color: Emerald Green

Hair color: Auburn

Date of Birth: April 16

Zodiac sign: Aries

Shoe size: 6 1/2 

Favorite Color(s): Red

Favorite smell(s): Golden Lotus, Fire, Saras, Campfire, Chocolate

Birth Gem: Diamond

Race: Sin’dori

Talent(s): Fire magic, dancing, singing, piano playing, guitar, cooking, 

A wish they have always wanted: To have a family of her own, expand her business, and/or be a music teacher.

An item they hold dear to their heart: A locket that she got back from her first love and the guitar that Saras had made her.

Favorite sound(s): Her pets playing, a fire...

(( Last week at Heart of the Raven. ))

While Kav had been struggling with a cold and unable to leave her pillow pile the tavern had a not-so-enjoyable guest during its normal social mixer. Kav didn’t know any of the details, only that she was glad she wasn’t there for the grotesque body. But people talk, especially nervous villagers trying to let off some stress by playing instruments at the music studio.

“V - it’s not good here. The patrols are near constant now. The felflame surrounding the place as protection is throwing many of the locals into restless nights and tense days. The horrid findings of gored critters only added to the suspicions and superstitious talks from those of the community. Some have come to avoid me -...

The bed was large, circular in shape, with a very thin silk canopy enveloping it. Dimetri leaned against the arched entryway as his eyes trailed over the sleeping man. How the newcomer could look so cute while he slept made the mage smirk and shake his head, memories of a previous life flowing through his vision.

With a sigh he turned back toward the main sitting room. The scattering of pillows, liqueur bottles, and crumbled parchment created the flat Dimetri had bought for the time he spent in Silvermoon. Without much of a glance he walked toward a pile of pillows, scooped a glass with a few sips of whiskey left in it, and sat. 

His brain was already lost on the previous day when he had met the Forsaken man. Met wasn’t the right...

(( I should enter something here to show in the preview so you don't just see the list of information but I'm lazy at the moment. ))

BASICS

Full Name:  Kavaina Tari (not birthname)

Nickname(s): Kav, G-String, Kavraptor, Tari

Age: 100+ years (appears to be early 20s to humans)

Race: Sin’dorei (not Horde or Quel’Thalas citizen)

Gender: Female

Romantic Status: It’s Complicated (open)

Occupation: Guitarist, DJ, music tutor, part-time bartender

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Reference: Ham Eunjung

Hair Color: Naturally brown-black, usually dyed something vivid.

Eye Color: Silver with green pupil

Height: 5′9

Build: Thin, toned, a little underweight

Distinguishing Characteristics: A seashell anklet tattoo,...

Kav’s thoughts as she prepares to open the doors for open jam at the studio today are as follows:

“Five hours of sleep - new record.”

“Did this drum get heavier?”

“Whoa shit it’s cold out here!”

“Oh gods I’m …. I’m gonna … a. a. *sneeze*”

“Good thing Dahl had to leave on some business or he’d be telling me to lock the doors for the day and eat soup.”

“Huh, a new message from V; bet he’s worried about my health again.”

“Looks like I need to buy some more plum wine so Horizon has something when he stops by.”

“What am I gonna do if all three of them want to stay the same night?”

“Yes first customer wants to play the recorder! Way to wake up the neighborhood, kid!”

Insomnia was not a problem Niviene usually experienced. It was easy to fall asleep with Braghaman’s warmth beside her, easy to slumber through the night knowing she was safe in his arms. So when she woke in the wee hours of the morning, heavy with a sense of foreboding, the priestess couldn’t ignore the feeling.

She rose quietly, slipped from the room and padded on barefeet to make a circuit of the house, checking the windows and doors before moving upstairs to check the children who were nestled in their beds, sleeping soundly. She paused at the base of the stairs, taking a moment to take stock of the wards that surrounded the house; all were intact, nothing seemed amiss.

As she entered the bedroom Bragh cracked an eye open,...