Shal'serrar

The streets leading out of Old Town were sparse during the witching hour. Only hoodlums drifted about. They slunk in the darkened corners devoid of the White Lady’s moonlight. A lone figure traversed the illuminated cobbled path. Her feet gave out from underneath her upon reaching the bridge over passing the canal; she nearly crumpled over the edge into the murky water that laid beyond.

A breath caught in her throat ―cramped and frustrated. On the precipice of a horrid wail that bubbled in her chest, her only saving grace was an elongated fang that clamped over her bottom lip. All that managed to rise out of her was a strangled groan ripe with dismay. 

She drug herself to the stone lip overlooking the water, finding her own moonlit gaze peering back at her. The rippling reflection of gauze wrapped taunt around her head caught her eye. It swaddled the stem of her spectacles, settling them crooked on the bridge of her nose. Despite her typical bookish appearance, a bewildered mirror image met her; she peered curiously at the sight, captivated by it. 

The fervor boiling behind her rib cage waned as a pensive expression etched itself onto her countenance. “Do y-you think they’d be proud of me?” She wondered, staring at the rippling version of herself. “Mother… Father… ?” Her eyebrows furrowed, a wistful glint sparkled in her eyes.

“I know they think I’m meek,” Sylrisa mused. The corners of her lips tugged into a faint frown. “Just a pathetic, naive kid. That’s all they ever see me as. ―A burden.” Words rose to her lips, rupturing through them as a vehement hiss. 

She rolled onto her hip, shifting her feet underneath her. Instead of laying crumpled by the water’s edge, she sat up with conviction, peering intently down into the canals. 

“But I didn’t bend to his demands. I stood up f-for myself. For Merry.” Images of the night, only half an hour prior, danced within memory. Her lips parted and she bore her fangs, scowling at the water. “Even w-with the barrel of his gun aimed at my throat, I called his bluff. Made him fold his cards… And stomp off.”

With a hand pressed into the bricked pavement at either side of her, she delicately pushed herself up onto her feet. Her form wavered as she rose but the determined gleam in her gaze never did. “I w-wonder… would they be proud of that?” She murmured thoughtfully, breaking eye contact with her reflection after a long moment.

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The stirring of a pasty woman beside her awoke Sylrisa. Her eyelids fluttered open, confusion washing across her features momentarily until she eyed the abhorrent clutter in the room. She held a breath in her chest while she waited for Merry Rogers to settle. After what seemed like ages, she exhaled, slipping out of the bed and towards the door of the bedroom. 

Typical clumsy movements were masked with great deliberation of where to step and how to get to the door without waking the large hound nearby. She felt her ankle give beneath her but quickly caught herself on the back of the couch, slinking the rest of the way to the entrance into the apartment. Once outside, tension melted off her shoulders.

She bounded down a short flight of stairs, nearly letting out a shriek as a figure materialized next to her. An elf clad in dark leathers stood beside her. His amber hues slowly rolled to regard her.

“Daughter,” he drawled out. The cloth mask covering his face crinkled with the movements from his lips. She was met with scrutiny, gaze picking apart her composure. “I came to see if you were well.” 

Some of the apprehension in her posture melted away at the familiar voice. “I’m fine. But Merry could’ve died.” She replied, irritation hanging heavy around her.

His gaze narrowed and honed in on her left earlobe. The mention of Merry was quickly disregarded. “Where is the earring that Olivia gave you.” It came as a flat assertion but the slight quirk of his eyebrow alluded to the inquisitive nature of the statement. “… And your ring is missing. I see now why I was able to finally scry your location.” Amber hues swept over her form, finding trinkets and baubles that she normally carried missing. “Did Woody’s men take them from you.” 

“No.” There was a pause as she considered how to proceed. “They w-were stolen from me a few days prior,” she acquiesced in a low mutter. 

Illdraes’ nostrils flared; the cloth clung to his face. “Your reason for staying with Rogers then, I presume.” His words were gruff ―disapproval hung heavy on his features. “Why not tell me.” As he continued, his tone grew softer, borderline wounded by the thought of not being privy to this information prior. 

Her ears flattened against her skull. Guilt dripped onto her features. “You would’ve blamed her,” she stammered, fidgeting with her fingers as her gaze fell to the ground. She couldn’t look him in the eyes. “And I thought y-you’d be furious with me. Scold me for being careless.” 

“Blamed her ―Rogers.” The elf mused out. He decided not to entertain the notion; his daughter was entirely right, of course. “Why don’t you trust me. I only wish to keep you safe, dalah’surfal.” Carefully, he reached a hand to her face, brushing the flesh of her cheek gently.

Panic flooded her as his hand drew closer; it wasn’t him specifically she was afraid of ―she was just on edge after the events of the last few days. Her head jerked back, gaze tipping up to meet his defiantly. “You’re w-working with him! The man who shot Merry.” A frown marred her countenance. “His men beat me unconscious,” she stressed. “How can you work with such a ―a monster?” 

His hand folded back to his side, gaze never straying from her. “His business was with Rogers, not you. You were aiming to set him ablaze. Of course his men subdued you. It’s fortunate that you were not shot. I’d advise in the future you not involve yourself in their altercations. If you keep to the wayside, they won’t harm you.”

“You advise,” she repeated, staring at him with a blank expression. “You w-want me to just stand there while my girlfriend is gunned down in front of me.” The elf stated, quirking her head to the side.

His nose wrinkled ―girlfriend. It was all he could do to stifle a rising scoff. “Yes,” he replied simply.

Silence hung heavy between them. Amber and silver gazes met, peering dully at one another.

It was Sylrisa who broke the stillness. A sneer spoiled her complexion; elongated fangs glinted in the moonlight. “W-What’s wrong with you!” She demanded, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “She could’ve been killed, an’da. I won’t watch while that happens. ―Why are you defending such a barbarous man?” 

Emotion was devoid of his features; he simply quirked a brow. “She initiated the conflict. Your friend punched him. In their line of work, violence is met with violence.” 

“And that makes it o-okay to shoot her?” She hissed out, baring her fangs. 

His ear twitched. “I warned you of her when you first became involved,” he drawled out, shaking his head. “This is what you chose to surround yourself with. As long as you hold such company, you put yourself in peril. They will drag you into their petty affairs. You risk your blood being spilled as payment.” 

Warmth billowed in her chest ―unadulterated rage. “Y-You’re just like her,” she spat out vehemently. “Just like mother. You rationalize your cruelty towards others in the same fashion. Your moral principles hinge on w-whatever suits your motives at that moment.” 

The careless guise wrapped around Illdraes was discarded. “You dare compare me to a woman who slaughtered my innocent child.” Inky shadows clutched at his clawed digits; they swarmed hungrily. 

She tipped her chin up and peer up at him indignantly, clenching a fist at her side. Her silence spoke to her assertions; she’d not claim them as false. Violet ichor dripped from her palm where her nails had pierced through the flesh.

“Very well,” he breathed out tersely. The shadows evaporated from his fingers. She was met with a distant look. “I have played along with this charade long enough, Sylrisa. You wish for your independence ―to lay claim to your own decisions. You have never seen me as your father, just as a disappointment. Go run to your mother next you find yourself in trouble, or better yet, to Elindrina.” The name was spat out, lip curling in distaste beneath his mask.

 “Do not expect me to clean up your messes for you if you won’t even dignify my suggestions by listening, much less admit that I was right about your friend.” He turned on his heel, shadows flickering around his form. “Collect whatever belongings of yours remain in the shop by tomorrow night. The locks will be changed the following day.”

She sucked in a shaky breath, lips contorted into a grimace. Water welled on her lower eyelid, threatening to spill down her cheek. “I will never forgive you if you w-walk away now,” she stated.

Illdraes

Her birth father who she hadn’t met for 7,000~ years. During her reclusion, she had built up an image of who he was ―very starry eyed and unrealistic expectations. There was no possible way the person he actually was could live up to her expectations, but she didn’t expect such a broken & cruel individual to be her father. 

She struggles immensely to accept who he is, flaws and all, because she’s seen how ruthless he can be. He embodies everything she’s not; he’s apathetic, cynical, and vindictive. He pushes her to be like him in subtle ways which bothers her because she knows if he had planned to have a daughter, she wouldn’t be what he’d want. She feels like a disappointment to him. 

But she tries her best to kindle a relationship with him all the same. It can be exhausting at times.

Syrelia

Her birth mother who was very much an absentee parent for most of Sylrisa’s life. She took Sylrisa to temple used by the Sisterhood of Elune and left her with the priestesses there. At first, she showed up actively to make sure Sylrisa was alright where she had left her. Often times sneaking into the temple during the day to wake her. But as years went on, she visited less and less frequently.

She poured fear into Sylrisa, instilled in her that her bloodline would be weaponized against her by those who hated Highborne and that she’d be exiled like the others if she didn’t hide herself away. It’s left lasting effects on Sylrisa, but she still loves her mother regardless. She believes her mother was just trying to do what was best for her. ―Until recently, at least.

Now, after Sylrelia vindictively murdered Illdraes & Olivia’s child in cold blood out, she believes her mother to be a true monster.

Elindrina

Who Sylrisa refers to as her adoptive mother. Where Illdraes falls short in being a parent and there for his own child, Elindrina picks up his slack and offers parental insight into the problems Sylrisa faces. In recent times, she’s taken to living with Elindrina instead of her father. They’ve grown rather close and Sylrisa feels inclined to trust her adoptive mother more because she respects boundaries better. ―Or at least, acts like she does.

She often shares her worries and problems with Elindrina for insight instead of asking her father for advice. Although in recent times, she’s slowly waned from doing such because she’s noticed it’s causing a rift between her father and Elindrina. She feels guilty about that and isn’t quite sure how to navigate her relationship with either.

Olivia

Someone she saw as a mother figure despite not knowing for very long. Olivia and Sylrisa had a strange first encounter that should’ve led to Olivia seeming very untrustworthy. But, instead, because Olivia took her to meet her father later on, she warmed up and placed her faith in her. 

It was Olivia who improved her balance by frequently working with Sylrisa despite being pregnant for the majority of that time. Olivia’s death, despite how cruel and deranged she acted, has hit Sylrisa rather hard. She still mourns for her loss.

Vitani

AN OVERVIEW

NAME: Sylrisa Silvershield

AGE: 7,000 ~

RACE: Kaldorei

GENDER: Female

ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good

SKIN DEEP

HEIGHT & BUILD: 7′2″ / Willowy

HAIR: Ashen

EYES: Silver

NOTABLE FEATURES: Crooked pair of spectacles. Elongated canines. Curved, cat-like fingernails more akin to claws. Light, jagged scarring on her right arm that resembles wounding from shrapnel.

JEWELRY: A plain silver ring worn on her right middle finger. A singular earring of vague elven design with swooping gold pieces that held an amber gem in their clutches.

A BIT MORE PERSONAL

BIRTHPLACE: Ashenvale

RESIDENCE: Mage Quarter, Stormwind

FREQUENTS: Stormwind, Westfall, Ashenvale, Dalaran 

PROFESSION: Scholar / Assistant to an Alchemy Shop ( The Mageroyal Quarter )

HOBBIES: Studying the Arcane, Cooking, Assisting Kaldorei Refugees in Stormwind

LANGUAGES: Common, Darnassian, Shalassian, Thalassian

POSITIVE TRAITS: Amiable / Empathetic / Generous / Studious

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Anxious / Clumsy / Foolish / Transparent

NEUTRAL TRAIT: Emotional / Moralistic / Stylish

FAITH: Elune

THEME: Fever Dream - Mxmtoon

OUT OF CHARACTER INFO

LOOKING FOR: Friends / Allies, Enemies / Rivals, Frenemies, Antagonists, Pre-Established Relationships, Shan’do ( open to many paths for her to follow including Arcane, Druidism, Novice Priestess, etc. )

SERVER: Moon Guard (A) - Thievish

ROLEPLAY MEDIUM: In-game, Discord, Tumblr, Google Docs

PRE-ESTABLISHED HOOKS

THE SILVERSHIELDS: Her family have been semi-notable blacksmiths / weapon craftsmen since the Pre-Sundering era. They provided goods throughout the west side of Ancient Kalimdor, traveling as far as Zin-Azshari. Her uncle, Ectriel, has opened a shop in Stormwind to continue the family legacy and aid refugees. Perhaps a client of her family during the Sundering era, of her uncle or someone she met while in the capital city.

HUMBLE ORIGINS: She was given up at birth by her mother to a group of priestesses in Winterspring. Most of her life was spent hidden away within the temple’s library. Perhaps a priestess or frequent visitor of that temple in Winterspring.

INFAMOUS FATHER: Illdraes is a name known to the more seedy individuals among Stormwind and those who lived in Ashenvale prior to the Third War. He’s an alchemist by trade but has far more sinister habits in his free time. Perhaps someone her father knows, could be someone he’s harmed in the past.

OTHER ROLEPLAY HOOKS

THE MAGEROYAL QUARTER: Her father’s alchemy shop located in the Mage Quarter. She frequents the shop to help or simply look after it while he’s away. The shop serves a dual-part purpose, it’s also a secret apothecary for high paying clients.

WAVERING PATHS: Her uncertainty breeds indecision in what path to follow. She has interest in the arcane, but also in becoming a novice priestess or druid. Ever curious, she is always looking for those more well-traveled to seek advice and perhaps mentorship from.

OTHER

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HOURS AVAILABLE IN-GAME: Mondays & Wednesdays I’m usually online all day – if you prefer to start with walk-up RP! Available on Discord for RP.

Kaldorei, Alchemy Shop Keep - @illdraes Silvershield

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to post this, I know I asked like weeks ago if I had your permission but I've been so drained.

AN OVERVIEW

NAME: Illdraes Silvershield

TITLE: Shal’serrar

AGE: Venerable 

RACE: Kaldorei

GENDER: Male

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil

SKIN DEEP

HEIGHT & BUILD: 7′9″ / Visibly Toned

HAIR: Cerulean

EYES: Amber 

NOTABLE FEATURES: No visible scars on his face. Incredibly well-kempt. Missing his pinky on the left hand from the first knuckle down. Worg bite on his midsection. Plethora of other old scars all over the rest of his body, i.e. scratches that never healed right, cuts from daggers, etc. 

JEWELRY: Amethyst studs in both lobes. A twine necklace with a panther’s paw-print burned into the wood.

A BIT MORE PERSONAL

BIRTHPLACE: Ancient Kalimdor / South of Hyjal 

RESIDENCE: Mage Quarter, Stormwind

FREQUENTS: Ashenvale, Duskwood, Val’sharah ( Ashamane’s Fall )

PROFESSION: Alchemy Shop Keep ( The Mageroyal Quarter ) / Supposed Apothecarist

HOBBIES: Artifact Hunting, Researching the Arcane, Various Criminal Activity, Pit Fighting ( former )

LANGUAGES: Common, Darnassian, Ancient Darnassian Dialect, Orcish

POSITIVE TRAITS: Ambitious / Charismatic / Shrewd / Tolerant

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Aloof / Capricious / Cynical / Vindictive

NEUTRAL TRAIT: Absent-minded / Enigmatic / Sentimental 

FAITH: Ashamane

THEME: The Runner - Zack Hemsey

OUT OF CHARACTER INFO

LOOKING FOR: Friends / Allies, Enemies / Rivals, Frenemies, Drinking Buddies, Criminal Contacts, Mentor for Arcane Related Inquiries, Pre-Established Relationships, Employees for The Mageroyal Quarter ( Alchemy Shop ), Artifact Hunters

SERVER: Moon Guard (A) - Illdraes, Wyrmrest-Accord (A/H) - Shalserrar (A) / Illdraes (H)

ROLEPLAY MEDIUM: In-game, Discord, Tumblr, Google Docs

PRE-ESTABLISHED HOOKS

THE SILVERSHIELDS: His family have been semi-notable blacksmiths / weapon craftsmen since the Pre-Sundering era. They provided goods throughout the west side of Ancient Kalimdor, traveling as far as Zin-Azshari. Perhaps a client of his family during this era or someone he met while in the capital city.

FAILED ORIGINS: For a period of time he wanted to walk the path of druidism. However, his lack of patience and troublesome demeanor made him ‘impossible’ to teach and he soon gave up on the idea. Perhaps a former mentor or one of his fellow students.

SHEN’DRASSIL: To give himself purpose, he became an avid brawler in pit fights. He frequented a series of abandoned barrow dens dubbed ‘The Undercrown’ that housed many seedy individuals. It was a haven for criminals and outlaws of the Kaldorei. Perhaps a former frequenter of The Undercrown, criminal of some sort, or rival pit brawler.

REVERENT: Ashamane’s teachings and her followers have had a strong influence over the shaping of his personality. Perhaps a fellow reverent or someone who is interested in learning about the Wild Gods.

THE CIRCLE GARDEN: While he wasn’t the public facing figure of the organization, he played a big part in its ongoing successes. He was the acting overseer and often hired out odd jobs with little explanation and good pay to those who were seeking work. Perhaps someone he hired in the past to do a job or someone who’s heard of the Circle.

INFAMOUS BROTHER: An attempt on Raene Wolfrunner’s life led Ectriel Silvershield to a life as an outcast. Illdraes knows little of his circumstances but keeps an ear to the wind for any information. Perhaps a Sentinel that knew of the attack or someone who’s heard information or met Ectriel ( information can be mere rumors! ).

OTHER ROLEPLAY HOOKS

THE MAGEROYAL QUARTER: His alchemy shop located in the Mage Quarter. He sometimes looks after the shop but has assistants to help him. There’s always a need for more hired help or suppliers for herbs. The shop serves a dual-part purpose, it’s also a secret apothecary for high paying clients. 

THE ARCANE: A recent interest in arcane magic has led to prolonged visits to libraries for more information. He is open to the idea of someone teaching him more. His specific interest is in runes, sigils, and marks. Illusionary magic could spur his interest too. 

ANTAGONIST: Not always the nicest guy. He doesn’t go out of his way to cause other’s pain but when the interest serves him then there’s little he won’t do. If you are looking for an antagonist for personal character development or otherwise then I’m very open to the idea of Illdraes playing that role! He has a very personal hatred towards nobility.

OTHER

PREFERRED METHOD OF CONTACT: Shoot me a message through tumblr’s messaging system!  

HOURS AVAILABLE IN-GAME: Tuesdays & Thursdays I’m usually online all day – if you prefer to start with walk-up RP! Available on Discord for RP too ( maybe even preferable depending on your own hours! )

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World Views/Experiences †: Did they come from a religious family/culture? ☩: Do they practice any sort of religion? If so, is it the same as their family’s? 📿: Have they ever had a supernatural experience? 💣: Did they ever get caught in a situation because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time? ✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time? 💊: Have they ever dabbled in drugs? If so, what kinds? ☣: Have they ever been severely ill? If so, did it leave an effect on their overall health in the long run? 💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility? ✪: Have they ever let a rare opportunity slip them by?

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