Quick

NAME: Aghog “Quick”

AGE: 37

RACE: Orc

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Straight

MARITAL STATUS: Single

SERVER: Wyrmrest Accord - 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––––

HAIR: He is perfectly bald.

EYES: Foggy blue.

HEIGHT: 7′ even

BUILD: Aghog's face itself didn't stand out in a crowd anymore than a typical grunt's. His scalp was shaved perfectly clean, and polished to a bright shine. He had the typical mesomorphic build of a fit and combat trained orc. Judging strictly from looks it could be easily assumed he was a lumber muscle-head of an orc, until one paid enough attention to his movements and the way he carried himself. A surprisingly light step was matched with rather dexterous and nimble fingers. He may not have been the fastest sprinter, or the most flexible of a man, but he was certainly agile where it mattered to him. All in all, a fit, strong seeming orc with a surprising amount of grace and finesse. (First paragraph of TRP, I was lazy) 

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A red ‘X’ tattoo’d on the back of his bald skull, as well as each arm being covered in tattoo sleeves of roses, vines, flowers, and thorns. 

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Common swords or daggers, knives, a flint-lock pistol almost always on his hip. It is rare to catch him without a box of matches, and a couple of cigars if not entire boxes. 

PERSONAL –––-

PROFESSION: Ex-Assassin and Mercenary. Currently owns a shop in Booty Bay called “Quick’s Emporium” where he sells his hand-rolled cigars, decorative flowers of every sort, certain herbs and spices, and offers tattooing services. 

HOBBIES: Rolling and smoking cigars, drinking whisky specifically, green thumb, showing others the intricacies of knives or his other hobbies, tattooing, writing, fishing, and anything involving time spent in the jungle. Along with many other case-by-case things.

LANGUAGES:  Orcish, Common, a smattering of Zandali and Goblin.

RESIDENCE: His shop in Booty Bay

FEARS: The ocean, forgetting things important to him, growing old 

RELATIONSHIPS –––-

SPOUSE: None

CHILDREN: None

PARENTS: Unknown, doesn’t care

SIBLINGS: One brother, dead.

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 / unemphatic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––-

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

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

POSSIBLE HOOKS –––-

Anyone who has been in the mercenary / assassin contracting world over the past ten years could have very easily seen Quick around or have known about him, though it was extremely rare he worked with others. If this is the route you want to go, let me know and we’ll talk it out!  Other than that Quick is quite the hermit and unless you had met him previously your character may have only seen him in Silvermoon peddling his cigars and flowers to others before he had disappeared for a few months recently.  If you want to set up some roleplay and are unsure how to go about it I am more than willing to talk and we’ll certainly be able to figure an RP hook out together! 

WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR ––––

Customers, business partners, romantic intentions or simple flings, friends, rivals, or any sort of RP you’re willing to offer! I prefer multi-para writing as I am one to lean towards more descriptive purple prose. This isn’t necessary but it’s something to expect from me. I also understand such writing isn’t always viable in group settings or certain RPs and am usually one to mirror my writing partners! 

OOCLY, I AM ––––

An insomniac

Friendly to those who are friendly in return!

Avid gamer of almost all genres, highly competitive in select games.

A lover of all things fantasy.

Eastern time zone but with crazy odd hours. 

YOU CAN CONTACT ME VIA ––

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Without work, without violence, social bonds, and without the need for an income, months that passed by had felt like years. Days dragged on far too slowly for Aghog, and he found himself spending most of them staring at a wall or carving useless knick knacks out of twigs. It was time for something to change. Though he hated Orgrimmar, Thunder Bluff wasn’t the type of place for him to stay, and in Silvermoon there was too much risk of his past revisiting him. It was time he stopped only dealing with the Horde in his day to day activities, so after a long few weeks of preparation and moving, he found his new and so far only ‘home’ he had ever owned. A small building within the small cove of Booty Bay, one that was very easy to miss unless one were to take the time to explore the goblin town or knew what they were looking for. From within the two windows his bouquets of flowers were visible, placed just beyond the panes so that they would serve as a decoration even from an outside perspective. Above the door frame hung a sign “Quick’s Emporium” and nothing more. The inside was small and humble, and aside for the right half of his store which was filled with growing flowers and herbs there wasn’t much to be seen. The counter on the left of the entrance was lined with closed cigar boxes and beyond that there was a large cushioned couch with a few ink jars neatly organized on a shelf nearby. The store could likely not even fit more than eight people in it at once without pushing them all uncomfortably into one another. One entrance lead back to his personal living quarters and there were no hidden passages or secrets. Exactly how he wanted it.  The place was absolutely perfect for him. It was time to return to the world once again.

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You got Melpomene: The Muse of Tragedy

When it comes to romance novels, you like high drama and deep emotion. Tortured heroes, tragic backstories, and lovers reaching for one another across the wild pain of an empty world are the things you crave. The more drama, the more heartbreak, the more satisfying the eventual happy ending will be.

Tagged by: @naisav <3

Bold the “bad” habits your Muse has!

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck (head) | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

Tagged by: @naisav <3

Your knot is a: Spiral Knot

The overarching theme of the spiral knot is growth throughout eternal life. Its one continuous line represents movement and growth through whatever your path is, whether it be birth/life/death, spirit/mind/body, or past/present/future.

Tagged by: @naisav <3

Tagging: Anyone who would like to do it! But uhhh, here’s a few if you haven’t. @threska @iceborne-and-starsworn @nevelis

Quick wasn’t sure where his journey would take him when he had set out on it, though he knew at some point where he would wind up. He simply didn’t expect to end up in Northrend so soon. The tundra bit his skin as it always had, and this time he was even less prepared for the slicing winds than his previous visits. He had only a few furs he bought at port, and his flask of rum to keep him warm. Hunting in the tundra was hard, but he was experienced in it, the problem was shelter. Moz’s cave was no longer an option for him, and it was bad enough he was going to likely draw her attention anyways. It was rare she spent much time away from Maji’s grave. He pushed on regardless, as there was something he needed to do after all of these years. In the dead of the night he found the grave, the only thing in the world he could always find his way to no matter the circumstances. The pile of rocks were untouched, the sheathed rapier still standing watch from inside of them, guarding the dead. He brought no roses, he shed no tears, he felt nothing. There was a strange eerie feeling about the moment, and he completely fell to his blank minded daydreaming. Why was he here? He had forgotten what he came for. If it wasn’t for flowers, or to see Moz, why was he near freezing and standing in the middle of a blizzard? Before he could answer his own thoughts, or get his head straight, he heard a voice. A voice that was all too familiar, from a person who’s face he dared not look at. The face of her twin shouldn’t be glanced at, else he would shove that spike right back through his heart and fall into the same hole he had been so desperately trying to climb free of. 

There are two types of ladies Quick meets. And he always chases the wrong ones. Make your own here. 

Quick was never good with letters. But the time had come. He had to leave. Just like Maji had to leave before he had met her, and Moz had to leave after Maji had passed, it was Quick’s time to hide away in Azeroth and find what he needed to find for himself. Though Quick was never one to leave without saying goodbye to those who needed to hear it.