Amazing Dancing Moonpie

** Real life inspiration for this dance, and my belly dance teacher, Belladonna ~ https://www.facebook.com/BohemianBlade **

Set to the music "Glory and Gore" by Lorde

The stage is dark except for a purple back light. Celeste begins to walk to center stage, her body silhouetted in profile to the audience. The tall, curvy draenei draws her steps slowly, almost a prowl, making no sound on the stage with her hooves. Her costume catches the light despite the backlighting to turn her into a glittering feminine shape. The music starts and the light on her figure comes up. She is dressed in a bejeweled bra of gold and silver with beaded cords draping down her ribs under the top. A glittering belt of similar design rides low under her hips over a long iridescent flowing skirt with cut outs at the sides to reveal her thighs. More beaded cords dangle from the belt to swing and accent her movements. 

She pivots to face the crowd revealing a sword in her left hand that was concealed by her body before now. She lifts the sword high to grip it with both hands, one hand on the hilt and the other on the back of the blade as it catches the light. The weapon is a curved one-handed scimitar, single-edged for most of its length but wider near the end with a second edge where the blade narrows towards its point. She is careful not to touch the edges as the metal is battle sharp. Her arms, torso, and legs are well muscled as one who is accustomed to using her sword for its intended use as much or more than as a prop for her dancing. Her expression is serious and haughty, a proud warrior goddess here to display her grace, sensuality, and skill.

She steps forward with her right leg pulling next her hip then torso and head in a leaning motion. Simultaneously she drags the blade down that side of her body following the curves of her chest and hips just barely avoiding her skin and clothing. She repeats the motion on the other side, stepping with her left and moving her hips, torso, and sword to the music. After traveling to the front of the stage, she stands upright and fluidly releases and spins the sword to return to a high position over her head, her expression alluring, with some heat coming into her eyes.

Holding her blade high in both hands, she spins several times moving to stage right. Looking down to the audience she locks eyes with Ashlaine. Holding her gaze she snakes her hips down to a crouch. Her chest and hips alternate in slow figure eights before she brings her sword down from high to in front of her as she rises again to her full height still moving her body in sensual arcs. Once fully upright she breaks her eyes away from the one to take in the whole crowd, drawing all of them in with her presence.

On the move again she begins to travel the stage gracefully in whirling arcs, matching the curve of her weapon in one hand with her movements. Her long hair and skirts flow with her limbs and blade. Her spins match the rhythm of the song until she comes to rest again at center stage. She stands facing the audience, her stance proud and strong and slowly lowers her blade to her side. She takes a deep breath and allows the audience to take their time soaking her in. Her skin glistens now with perspiration but her face has softened with enjoyment in her dancing, less aloof now.

Celeste brings the sword over and around her head, it’s point down, to frame her as her hips move in an undulating circle that travels up her stomach to her chest where the motion continues around and back down. A smile creeps on to her face now as she revels in the sensuality of her dance. The motion of the sword continues around and into a flip at her side before repeating the circle around her once more. Her body and blade move smoothly and continuously in its serpentine flow.

As the blade returns again to her side, she flips it to tuck the safe edge against the back of her right arm, point up, sharp edge facing behind her. She snakes her chest in eights and circles as her left arm undulates in a wave from fingers to wrist to elbow to shoulder and back. The motion is fluid but tension is visible in her muscles, moving with power and control. A wicked glint comes into her eyes as the song’s lyrics call for bloodlust. With the swell of the music she turns to the side and holds her sword upright in front of her and spins to create a visual wheel with the blade’s curve, her strong arms, body, and flowing skirt. She has become a beautiful vision of whirling silk skirt, shining jewels, and steel.

At the calming of the melody she stills and brings her sword up in both hands above her. She slowly lowers the weapon and balances the blade on its spine upon her head. Her hands release and she pauses and winks at Ryodari to celebrate the spectacle of the sharp weapon resting precariously in front of her horns. Her arms are held wide and her hands wave for the crowd to cheer at this feat.

Once satisfied with their response she smiles widely and gives an almost imperceptible nod of approval so as not to unbalance her weapon. Keeping the sword blade upon her head, Celeste begins to move around the stage with an even stride. Her hips and chest alternate in popping motions to match the beat of the drum. The motions are strong and allow her beads and flesh to jiggle appealingly with each bump of her hip and jump of her bust. Her arms flow and weave around her to frame her body and draw attention to each accent. The sword rests safely and barely sways despite the action occurring beneath it. She smiles widely at her feat of control and isolation in her body. Her enthusiasm invites the audience to take as much pleasure in it as she does.

She steps and bumps to gradually return to the center stage. She gives the crowd a cheeky look to raise anticipation then hinges forward into a wide hip circle while keeping her head up and sword in place. The movement is flirty and a little naughty as it gives a tempting view of her cleavage. She continues the circle around then pauses when her hips are to one side, her torso opposite, and her hand rests on her cheek, the other arm cups that elbow as if she were leaning onto a table. She wiggles her ample hips and buttocks from this bent position, mock surprise on her face at her scandalous pose. She giggles and continues the circle again. With a flourish at the end of her movement she grasps the hilt to lift the sword from her head, and with a deft flick of her wrist she flips it around her hand and back into her grip.

For the final chorus the lovely Draenei twirls her sword artfully around her body as her hips and chest move in serpentine patterns. The blade catches the lights of the stage as it dangerously spins close to her unprotected flesh. She prowls to the length of the stage to one end, then the other, and makes her way back to center. She is grinning fully now in her enthusiasm. She stops at center front stage and for a moment raises her eyebrows to hint at what is to come. Then she suddenly flips her sword high as she takes another spin, skirts flying, stopping to face front and catch it above her head to punctuate the last word as the song ends. Her head is high and her chest heaves somewhat from her exertion. Her smile is proud and powerful.

Celeste bows gracefully and smoothly struts off stage.

OOC my partner would often take the name RC Cola and then together we are a southern american delicacy.

Moonpie flopped onto the couch with a sigh. She was glistening with sweat from her performance and still slowing her breathing from the excitement and physical effort. She closed her eyes and sighed as she remembered the cheers from the audience and the thrill of feeling the energy of the crowd. Nothing quite like it. Not the same intensity as a battle against the forces of the Fel or whatever dark forces were threatening the races of Light on any given day. But a different flavor, the mixture of anxiety and arousal creating a unique profile for the mind and body. A luxury for Moonpie to be able to access both to keep her long life interesting. 

She sipped her cocktail and reclined in the dark space of her booth and watched the moving bodies in the club. She scoped out which patrons were intriguing, attractive, or entertaining. She supposed the hunt for a partner (or partners) for the night was yet a third enjoyable experience of anxiety and arousal for her. From among the crowd a lithe Kaldorei woman separated herself and walked - no stalked - towards Moonpie. Moonpie locked eyes with her and took a deep breath as she ran her eyes over the woman. She was well-dressed, clearly wealthy, gorgeous, and confident in herself. Moonpie cracked a small smile at the thought of all the possibilities for the evening. However, she was more than a little disappointed when the woman started off with “Are you, Vindicator Celeste of the Horns of Retribution Private Investigators? I have a case for you.” Oh, Moonpie thought. Work, not play. Sigh. 

“Yes, ma’am. I am. Although my partner is more the detective than myself. But how can I help you?” Moonpie sat up straight and put on a friendly smile. Just because she would much rather be meeting this lady for recreation than occupation doesn't mean she can't deliver on some semblance of professionalism.

The elf slid on to the couch next to Moonpie. “My lover is missing. And so is one of my family’s heirlooms. I do not know if my lover is the thief or a victim. I want you to figure that out as well as recover both. If he is a thief, I want him to answer for it. If he is a victim, I want him rescued. The heirloom must be recovered regardless.” She delivered her plight with a businesslike tone as if either option was equally acceptable to her.

Moonpie nodded as she listened. “Ok Miss…?” “Serai ” “Miss Serai. We are happy to help you. What can you tell me about the heirloom, your lover, and when both were last seen?”

Moonpie interviewed Serai as best she could. Being realistic, she really was the lesser detective of the firm. Bluntly put she was, at best, a hobbyist.. She mostly served as sounding board to her partner, Ryodari Fateshifter, and watched his back to make sure he didn't get ambushed and murdered on the more dangerous cases. Here was her opportunity to prove herself, mostly to herself.

Serai said she had gone away to visit some family and left her lover, a human named Mark Tallwood, living in her home. The heirloom is a blue-gemmed amulet he had taken a liking to and had her permission to wear. When Serai returned from her journey she found the home empty, with Mark and amulet gone. Her home was in a rather sparsely populated area so no particularly close neighbors to give her much insight as to what may have happened. There was no sign of struggle or break in. The home was tidy as usual but she said she has some enchantments in place that take care of dust and what not so some evidence may have been erased by them.  

Moonpie asked more about the man. What was his profession? Where was he from? Any known enemies or debts? Serai struggled a bit to recall. It seems theirs was a more… physical connection and she hadn't asked that many details of his history. She knew he was from Westfall and little else. In general Moonpie was picking up more on Serai’s personality and getting the sense she wasn’t a very attentive person in general. She had a theory. She told Serai she would look into the matter and agreed upon the standard contract fees and so on. After Serai went on her way, Moonpie’s party mood had dimmed somewhat. “Stupid work encroaching on my play time” she grumbled. She concluded to finish her cocktail, call it an early night, and look into this matter in the morning. 

The trip to Westfall was relatively quick thanks to the many portals between the major cities and access to flying gryphons from Stormwind. She made a brief detour to visit a murloc village she knew along the way. They are really a rather jovial bunch once you get to know them. After some tea and snacks with Grr’oggle’rr, she finished the trip to Westfall.

The people of the area were friendly enough answering her questions, if a little intimidated by her. This area was still largely rural and almost entirely human so a Draenei Vindicator was something very foreign and suspect. The Defias Brotherhood was still active in the area. Could be a source for fencing the goods, she thought. After asking around and following lead to lead, she found out the family Tallwood had a farm near the coast. She took off for the location she’d been given.

As the paladin approached the farm house a mother and young girl came out to see who their visitor was. The mother was wary but the little girl was bold as children often are. Moonpie introduced herself. 

“Hello there. My name is Vindicator Celeste, but you can call me Moonpie. What is your name?”

The girl wrinkled her nose at Moonpie’s introduction “Moonpie is a weird name! My name is 

Serai Tallwood. My mom is up there, her name is Mom but some people call her Miriam.” 

“Your name is Serai, is it? What an interesting coincidence. Do you have a relative named Mark? I am looking for him.”

“Do you mean Great Uncle Mark? He’s…” The girl was interrupted by her mother’s approach. 

“Mark Tallwood has passed away, several years ago, Vindicator” the woman said with a puzzled look on her face. “What business would you have with an old man?”

Moonpie was briefly surprised that the fleeting theory she’d had last night might be true. “Years ago? An old man, you say? Do you mind if I ask for more details, ma’am?” 

Ultimately, Moonpie discovered that Serai’s “family visit” took a bit longer than she had realized, and the lives of humans are indeed quite fleeting to the likes of elves who live for millenia (as do Draenei). For those long lived races, some individuals are better at the awareness of passing time than others. Moonpie had been very involved in the wars and happenings of the recent years which kept her anchored in the present. Unsurprisingly, Lady Serai was more flighty and was away much longer than she had realized. 

Additionally after she was gone much longer than he had expected, he tried to look for her. He knew where she had sailed from and to. He spent his savings trying to follow her trail, although he was far behind. He knew she had made it to her home in Teldrassil (before the burning). She was even seen in the harbor town of Auberdine but she didn't get on the boat back to the Eastern Kingdoms. He tried to find leads but the search went cold and he ran out of money. He couldn't bear the thought of selling the amulet, so he went back to their shared home and waited a few more years. When she never turned up and none of his inquiries yielded further information he concluded she had run afoul of monsters or Horde or things unknown.Heartbroken and aging, Mark returned home. He kept the amulet with him in remembrance of her. And he was buried with it when he passed away of natural causes a few years ago.

Moonpie returned to the city and contacted Serai at the location she had given her. Serai seemed genuinely surprised to hear the answers to what had happened to Mark and her necklace. “I really didn’t think I was gone all that long. Hunh.” Moonpie asked where she’d gone from Auberdine. She said, “Oh I ran into a friend and we detoured to Moonglade. We even spent some time in the Emerald Dream…Oh. That explains it.” Moonpie didn't know what to say to that. She gave Serai the information of where to find Mark’s grave and family, should she want to visit. “I would say out of tact, to maybe wait a good while before you try to reclaim your heirloom. Maybe after a couple generations have passed so no one should be particularly sensitive about you… um, exhuming it.” Serai said she would make a note to come back for it later as suggested. 

—

Moonpie finished her story and took a sip of her drink as she raised an eyebrow to her companion. 

“Wow!” Ryo said. “Well, that was some solid detective work you did. Great work! Shame how out of touch with reality some folks can become.” 

“No kidding. You wanna know the best part?” The demon hunter nodded for her to continue. “The lady asked me out afterwards. Since she was, after all, single now.” Moonpie laughed. 

Ryo winced a little, “Oh Moonpie, you didn't!” Though he was all but certain he knew the answer already. 

Thank you so much @artbygnome !!!

In a world of war… and crafts… One woman is on a quest to fight for the Light, and have a damn good time doing it

Moonpie shouts as she launches her shield. “Allllrighty bitches! I came here to kick ass and chew bubblegum… And I’m all out of bubblegum!”

She’s a fighter Montage of Moonpie tanking dungeons, killing demons, casting spells, and being generally badass

She’s a lover Montage of Moonpie in various romantic scenes with a Night elf woman, Tauren male, two blood elf ladies, dwarven male… the scenes speed up to cartoonishly emphasize the number and variety.

She’s a detective Ryo and Moonpie kick in a door and assume the Charlie’s Angels pose after rushing inside.

She’s a dancer Moonpie whirls and poses on stage in a gauzy bellydancer’s costume.

She’s the life of the party Moonpie slams a large mug on a tavern table after finishing a gulp and yells “Another!” to the cheers of the crowd of patrons

story of how Moonpie met Ryo. Primarily written by Ryo with Moonpie parts by Moonpie.

((Sound track: 70s Cop Show Music))

She’s a warrior of the Light who’s a dancer at night…

He’s a demonic detective determined to set things right…

He’s always on top of the case!

She has a Light-blessed mace!

Together they’ll fight the good fight, the only way they know how…

Action, suspense, drama, out of place long winded noir monologues, and hitings things in the face with a mace!

Moonpye and Ryo Fateshifter together they are… 

‘The Horns of Retribution’!

Episode One: Fast Friends on a Field of Fel

Over the many years of my very long life I had locked horns with a lot of dizzying dames, but until the day I met my partner that phrase had never been quite so literal…

The massive rocky Infernal demons crashed upon the sand creating shockwaves not unlike the ocean waves crashing against the Broken Shore. Ryo, propelled by demonic power, Fel Rushed forward and glided through the air carried by his wings. With loud a *THUNK* he stabbed his warglaives into the stone demon’s back and siphoned away its energies. The Infernal struggled in pain as it tried to swat the attacker away, but the Demon Hunter was hanging on dear life.

The Legion had returned. The Illidari were called to the fight. We had answered as had others…

Moonpye, paladin champion of the Light, threw her shield to hit the center mass of a hulking demon charging at her. Her battle grin was fierce as her swings with her glowing mace were powerful, sweeping another demon aside. Her shield bounced back to her and she caught it in time to intercept an attack from a third fel warrior. She was at the center of a churning melee with colossal Infernals, vicious felbeasts, and warrior demons all thirsting for the blood of her and her comrades. She was loving it. 

Like the waters slamming onto the sand, our tide was rising. The forces of the Legion were being routed and run off inch by bloody inch. I was elated. This was the sort of fight I lived for. I know it isn’t healthy… but sometimes the only way to feel alive is to be on the precipice of death. To be in the heat of battle knowing your one mistake away from death. Of course, that notion fades quickly when the mistake actually happens… 

The Infernal finally went inert and fell to pieces as Ryo sucked out the last of its demonic energies devouring its corrupted soul. The telltale shrieking whistle pulled his gaze upward where he spotted a fresh wave of meteoric monsters incoming. On pure instinct with but a heartbeat to spare, he Fel Rushed blindly to the left to avoid being crushed. It was at that same moment Moonpye was standing up from having delivered a coup de grace. There was a clattering of horns and the two suddenly found themselves joined at the side facing opposite directions. “What the…?” Ryo called out as he reflexively tried to pull himself free.

“Ahhh! Oh for the love of the Naaru. You have to be joking!” cried Moonpye as she was almost jerked off her feet by the pull of the demon hunter on her head. “How does this fuckin’ happen?!” She began to twist and jerk her body to untangle herself but their uncoordinated efforts just made things worse. It was also very distracting, a dangerous thing in the middle of battle.

The battle was still raging on all around us. Demons of the Burning Legion… as you can probably imagine, were not exactly the polite sort that would wait for two of Azeroth's defenders to resolve their tangle so the fight could be continued properly. 

“Imp on your left!” Ryo called out then took a quick step backwards so his temporally tangled teammate could defend herself. It was a struggle to move around. Ryo was taller than his partner so in order for her to stand up straight he had to be at an odd angle.

With the reflexes of a warrior used to fighting in groups, she responded without having to look, lifting her shield to meet the bouncing maniacal demon. As the creature rebounded stunned, she swung her heavy weapon with the other hand. It moved in an upward arch to catch the creature on the chin and nearly take its whole head off with the power of the blow. “Thank you! Now how do we get out of this ridiculous lock? This isn’t how I typically dance, and it's a bit early for the victory party anyway.” Her words carried a sense of humor despite the incongruous circumstances.

“Yeah hold… okay maybe if we--” Ryo fell silent as his eyes shot wide open.

I spotted a caster readying a spell to fling at us. I couldn’t hope to move out of the way in time while dragging a fully armored Draenei by the horns. I threw one of my warglaives, but with my awkward positioning I missed, and my weapon went sailing past. I quickly activated the ‘Mago-magnetic-weapon-retrinator’, a nifty bit of magitech supplied by my gadgeteer brother Zen, and pulled the flying warglaive back to me. It hit the warlock in the back sinking deep enough to pierce his heart, ending him and causing his deadly spell to fizzle away. He slumped forward allowing the glaive to pull free and return to my waiting grasp.

“Nice one!” the blue skinned woman cheered appreciatively as she caught the action in her peripheral vision. She held her smile as she tried to scan the field for the next threat without moving her head and pulling them both off balance. There were a few fel fighters within sight but the battle was nearing it’s close, her side’s forces the clear victors. She took a deep breath then froze as she heard the crunch of heavy footsteps coming near from off to her free side. “Something’s coming, do you see it? Get ready.”

Ryo glanced about using his Spectral Sight to scan for demonic energies, he spotted several auras, but none with that tell tale Fel green. “Whatever it is, isn’t demonic, I think we’re safe for the moment.” 

Once we were out of immediate danger, Moonpye and I set to the task of dis-entangling ourselves.

“Okay, lean forward a bit and try turning your head to the left.” I felt a stab of pain as her horn jabbed into my neck. “Ow ow ow! Other way! I meant my left, so your right!”

“Ah! Ow! For fuck’s sake this can’t be real. Thank the Light none of my compatriots are here to see this. But damn if I didn't wish I had a clear view of this comedy.” She laughed at the absurdity. “OK let’s try maybe moving this way…” she spoke as she moved. She contorted herself with surprising flexibility for an obviously strong and heavily armored woman. It however did not help their situation and she jabbed him with her long horns yet again and managed to wrap her hair around his for good measure. “Fuuuuck!” she said exasperated. 

Ryo let out a sigh and ceased the struggle letting out a few choice words of his own in demonic. “I don’t think we can fix this ourselves.”

Thankfully help soon arrived.

Moonpye sighed as she leaned her weight against the larger fighter. She closed her eyes with a sigh then shot them open as she heard footsteps again. She saw an odd figure and blinked her eyes rapidly to make sure she didn't have something in them clouding her vision. “Nope that’s real,” she muttered to herself. “Hey buddy, there appears to be a lion or a tiger wearing goggles coming towards us. He with you?”

“Ryo, when I suggested we find some pretty ladies to hook up with… this was not what I meant.” The demon hunter sighed as he recognized the voice of his ever-so-snarky brother, Zen Fateshifter the Feral Druid Engineer. “Yeah… he’s with me.”

Yes, he literally has ‘Zen Fateshifter, Feral Druid Engineer’ on his business card. He’s pretty much what you would expect from a bombing throwing madman that spends a not inconsiderate part of his day being a cat.

Moonpye snorted out a laugh. “Yeah you both wish you could pull a hottie like me. I must be tired… of course it's a druid. What’s your name, Fuzzy? And for that matter, what is your name Mr. Big-Fella-Attached-to-Me?” There was still plenty of humor in her voice. “My name is Celeste, but please call me Moonpye.”

“Ryo Fateshifter. And you’ll have to forgive my brother, he thinks he is a ‘cat-median’. Now get over here and help us, Zen!” 

With some help from Zen and a bit of horn filling we were finally freed and for the first time I actually got to see Moonpye in full. To my brother's credit he did get one thing right… that dancing draenei dame looked like a tall cool glass of water to a man lost in the desert, especially when she had a shield.

Ryo smiled to Moonpye “Gotta say you I’m impressed how well you fight even while trying to win an impromptu three legged race.”

“What can I say? Adapt or die, right? You did quite well, yourself. I appreciate you watching my back as it were.” She snorted a laugh again. “In fact, let’s catch a pint after this is finished getting mopped up. First round is on me. Let’s get to know one another.”

the basics ––– –

NAME: Vindicator Celeste “Moonpie” 

CLASS: Paladin of the Light

AGE: 13,000 (but doesn't look a day over 8,000)

BIRTHDAY: October 31

RACE: Draenei

GENDER: Female (she/her)

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

MARITAL STATUS: Unmarried

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Why? Are you interested? *wink*

physical appearance ––– –

Face Claim: Angelina Jolie

Voice Claim: Scarlett Johanssen

HAIR:  shades of blue, indigo, and purple, just short of waist length. 

EYES: glowing pale blue

HEIGHT: 7”

BUILD: a buff hourglass: strong arms and shoulders, moderate bust, slender waist, thicc hips and thighs with extra cake

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: skin is pale blue. large curling ram’s horns. Long agile tail. Ears have several piercings. Decorative filigree tattoos on her left arm, left leg, and back

COMMON ACCESSORIES: typically seen with either a mace/sword, shield. Could be wearing plate armor, comfy casual leathers, or beautiful dancing costumes. 

personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Paladin/Military of the Light // General adventurer for hire // Succulent Tart Dancer // Bartender (when not dancing) // occasional detective

INCOME SOURCE: see above

HOBBIES: work hard, play hard. Drinking, exploring, romancing, dancing.

LANGUAGES: draenei/eredun, thallasian, orcish, dwarven, nerglish

PRIMARY RESIDENCE: wherever the action is. Currently temp housing in the Dragon Isles, but still frequents Stormwind and many other cities. 

PETS: do lovers and pals count?

RELIGION: the Light

FEARS: failing her comrades and friends, the extinction of her people, loss of joy in life

mentality ––– –

Social‌ ‌Level:‌‌ Extrovert, loud and party-minded. “Nice to meet you, let's get a drink/get into a fight/go on a whirlwind romance/have fun!”

One‌ Positive ‌Personality Trait: loyal, fun loving, great sense of humor

‌One‌ ‌Negative‌ ‌Personality‌ ‌Trait:‌‌ Brash, you will either like her or not and it's not her problem what you choose. 

One‌ ‌Personality‌ ‌Warning: Enjoys a good fight so if you start something, she’s not likely to diffuse it. 

‌Random‌ ‌Quirk:‌ Will flirt with ANYBODY. 

‌Habits:‌‌ likes to crack jokes, keep the atmosphere light and upbeat, drink and dance and make merry

sex & romance ––– –

PREFERED EMOTIONAL ROLE: submissive | dominant | switch | unsure

PREFERED SEXUAL ROLE: submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed | unsure

LIBIDO: 11/10

TURN ONS: good sense of humor, strength/skill in combat, praise and flirtation, confidence

TURN OFFS: being a dick, bigotry of any flavor, whiners, willful helplessness, wet blankets

LOVE LANGUAGE: physical touch, witty banter, words of affirmation

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: burns hot, but easily distracted. not interested in being tied down (except literally in which case, yes please!).

traits ––– –

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close-minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

reckless / cautious / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

empathetic / uncaring / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

SMOKING: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess 

RP Hooks ––– –

You may know Celeste if:

You lived on Draenor before the Exodar left, that is where she was born and grew up and trained as a paladin. It is also where she learned to dance. 

You were on the Exodar.

You were a Champion of Azeroth. We are up in everything!

You fought with the Alliance’s armies between the Burning Crusade and current events. She’s been in the middle of most of the battles in recent history. Charging into the melees with a war cry and battle grin.