No Hero

It’s official, I’ve move to tarnishedpeonies. I made the mistake of having this as my primary on Tumblr, and it’s felt stifling since the real world and what happens in it has escalated. I’ve needed somewhere I can express myself on my primary without it being ‘out of character’, and will have that moving forward.

Will I ever RP from a side blog? Yeah, once I’ve figured out what I want to play. WoW lost it’s flavor for me, and the pandemic has been a critical hit to my creativity. I’m all ears, just lost and trying to get my bearings back.

The amount of work in these blogs is immense, so I’m leaving them for archival purposes, but won’t be responding here.

I posted a commission post from my art blog, but the gist of it is that I am leaving a slightly shitty situation and getting into a better one, but I don’t have like…anything.

I’m including links to my Amazon wishlists to just show you what I’m working towards, but I don’t expect anyone to buy me a freaking mattress or anything like that.  If you’re interested in a commission, all the information is on my art blog @worgin.

Commission post

Home needs

Home wants

If you donate 2 Ko-Fi to the get-out-of-shitty-situation cause I will do a hips-up sketch a humanoid character of your choice.

If you donate 4 Ko-Fi to the get-out-of-shitty-situation cause I will ink and slap some basic colors on said hips-up sketch of humanoid character of your choice:

We’re keeping it simple: one character per sketch, no NSFW, gore, or complex character designs/armor/situational requests.

If you do not provide a pose reference one will be provided for you, and I will work off the character references you provide. if I’ve made grievous errors I will alter them once.

I posted a commission post from my art blog, but the gist of it is that I am leaving a slightly shitty situation and getting into a better one, but I don’t have like…anything.

I’m including links to my Amazon wishlists to just show you what I’m working towards, but I don’t expect anyone to buy me a freaking mattress or anything like that.  If you’re interested in a commission, all the information is on my art blog @worgin.

Commission post

Home needs

Home wants

If you donate 2 Ko-Fi to the get-out-of-shitty-situation cause I will do a hips-up sketch a humanoid character of your choice.

If you donate 4 Ko-Fi to the get-out-of-shitty-situation cause I will ink and slap some basic colors on said hips-up sketch of humanoid character of your choice:

We’re keeping it simple: one character per sketch, no NSFW, gore, or complex character designs/armor/situational requests.

If you do not provide a pose reference one will be provided for you, and I will work off the character references you provide. if I’ve made grievous errors I will alter them once.

Horns sounded as the sun began setting, heralding the start of celebrations for the Feast of the Moon, and the onset of winter despite the town’s name. Musicians played on the streets, performers of all types prancing through the lanes and directing celebrants to the festivities. Inside taverns the most literal part, the feast, began, quickly spilling out into the streets as ale, baked goods, hearty stews and heavy meats abound.

“Not that one,” an annoyed chord warned Thane before he could take a step towards the tavern he’d been glancing at. “Water down their ale,” the tiefling offered helpfully. “I’m going to the best food this city has to offer,” she paused, narrowing her eyes at the man’s armor. “If you’re not too disdainful for a friendly suggestion. Just up the road,” she thumbs, turning to head that way with a flick of her tail and a mutter about racist innkeeps.

“Alright, miss, and if it’s any good it’s on me. And if it aint it’s on me too. I’m Thane by the way, a pleasure. Sweet roll?”

…oh. That, was a sweet roll. It was in her purview to be cranky the rest of the night no matter how good the food was, but…when she accepted the roll it was almost like she’d been infected. This was - okay. Her pace slowed to something reasonable as she took a bite. “Last night of fall,” she remarked over her shoulder, “anyone you’re remembering?”

He bit his lip and didn’t speak for a long moment. Trying to seem contemplative his shoulders did drop as he began to count in his head. He found himself walking behind the tiefling where the paths got smaller but the amount of folk seemed to grow, giving a bow of “ladies first”

“A captain I wish I knew better, a magister who helped us save children, an arcanist who said a lot without a single word. A farmer who took up arms to save her kids, a sarge who’d chew through iron as easily as a tobacco plant…”

His cheerful demeanour dropped before he perked a smile back up.

It was hard to keep her mental armor up around someone so - sincere, though, and as they finally arrived to the ‘best food this city has to offer’, she took a seat on a rickety outdoor stool set close to a cart. Seth’s, the sign proclaimed, and the menu seemed - simple, but spicy. She ordered a golden ale first, and something called Noodles of Smite next. The orange-skinned tiefling behind it all gave a thumbs up and got to work. “Mostly I remember my aunt,” she admitted, “mourning the dead is so tedious. Simpler, seems, to celebrate their lives the way they’d have wanted. Which is why I need extra chili flakes tonight, Seth!”

BASICS

Full Name:  Aiden Durand Daevara

Nickname(s): Aiden, Dura Jr. ( He absolutely dislikes being called this purely because he doesn’t see himself as his father in any way. )

Age: 32 ( Elves age in the strangest of ways but he appears to be in his lower 20’s )

Race: Sin'dorei ( Blood elf )

Gender: Male

Romantic Status: Single

Occupation: Acting Lord of the Daevara House. He seems to have taken quite a liking to the smelting trade alongside studying the history of his family and how the world is linked. 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: 

Hair Color: Raven Black

Eye Color:  Golden yellow

Height: 6’ 4 “

Build: Muscular build, Athletic, Well-balanced

Distinguishing Characteristics: 

1. Although his eyes appear to be touched by the purified Sunwell, he has not fully adopted the Light as his primary practice of magic.

2. If one were to see the nape of his neck, they would notice that a strange mark would reside there. This is the cursed seal of Daevara, seeming to appear like an eye of sorts. 

3. Unlike what most that understand the trait of the Daevara’s possessing white blonde hair, Aiden’s hair seems to have developed into an opposing deep blackness. 

4. Sometimes his article of clothing can seem to bulge more so in the arms and legs. This is an indication that he is wearing weights for the extensive training he puts his body through. 

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: Intelligent, Dependable, Trustworthy, Kind-hearted, Creative, and Patient

Negative Traits: Prone to short temper, Slightly vindictive, Stubborn, Emotionally detached at times, and slightly introvertive.  

Goals/Desires:  While maintaining what little the house has left, Aiden is seeking to unravel the mystery behind his family’s curse and extinguish it. He desires a better future for both him and his family that still remain of the world of the living. 

Fears: Losing everyone around him and letting everyone down Hobbies:  Body management, studying history and some sciences, and the smelting of raw materials.

Quirks:  Hyperfocusing, always busy, and physically expressive

Likes:  Thoughtful conversation, archaeology, weaponry and armory, sparring, family values, open-mindness, psychology, whiskey

Dislikes: Arrogance, politics , warfare, annoyances, zealotry, tyranny 

FAMILY

Father:  Alphus Durand Daevara ( Duraxxor ) 

Mother:  Talendra Daevara 

Sibling(s): 1 sister - Raven-lynn Daevara

Children: None

Financial Status: Stable

► Notes:

1. Aiden can often be found in various places throughout Quel'thalas training both his hand-to-hand combat along with the practice of wielding a two-handed claymore. It’s often hard to register what path he has chosen. 

2. While he is the owner of the Daevara name and household, the manor from which he inherited has been burn to the ground by an attack which seems to have been staged by a group of void elves along with a woman claiming to be Aiden’s mother. It is unknown whether or not that she is still out there or not. 

3. Learning how to create weaponry of his own, Aiden has taken a few of his creations and either sold them off for cheap or donated charitably to people in need of a way to defend themselves. 

4. Occasionally, Aiden can be seen traversing between Silvermoon, Orgrimmar, and Dalaran. Very rarely will he go and visit the site where the manor was burned to the ground. Perhaps someday he will rebuild?

5. Although Aiden’s house is settled into being Horde based, Aiden is actually of a neutral standpoint. He actually dislikes the continuous clashes between the Horde and the Alliance when there are clearly larger threats out there. Do not take this as if he is a pushover though as he is not afraid to defend his family and those he cares deeply for. Sometimes this can lead to losing his temper. 

6. As stated above, this standing stretches all the way to races such as one’s of undeath and demonic upbringings. After all, his own father was a member of the Scourge at one point. 

7.  Aiden seems to have a rather soft spot for children. He will often gravitate towards them first when there isn’t a serious task at hand, spoiling them and sometimes even being protective. It makes one wonder if he ever dreams of being a father himself, one of these days.

8. Vivianna Maraschiano, owner of the White Lotus Tea Shop in Silvermoon City, bears the title of being his aunt. While he wasn’t quite keen on the idea of it back in his youth, the idea has grown on him so much that he often seeks her own council in certain matters and politics. 

I posted a commission post from my art blog, but the gist of it is that I am leaving a slightly shitty situation and getting into a better one, but I don’t have like…anything.

I’m including links to my Amazon wishlists to just show you what I’m working towards, but I don’t expect anyone to buy me a freaking mattress or anything like that.  If you’re interested in a commission, all the information is on my art blog @worgin.

Commission post

Home needs

Home wants

“You don’t look like a cleric,” her fist clenched, letting out a soft hiss when the bandage shifted over the cut on her arm. The tiefling looks away, glaring across the inn’s great room at a man with countering injuries earned exactly the same way, being tended by a group of friends. “You don’t have to do this. I can finish this and be on my way.”

“I didn’t -” her mouth shut, preferring not to admit the other combatant managed to hit her with the bottle fair and square. She glanced back over where the other guy was, and his buddies were helping him stand up to get him out. “Yeah, you better run,” she barked after them before settling back down.

“He’s gonna get to see a cleric,” she stated, glancing at the - elf, right? “So, Bandages. What’s in that poultice anyways? It stings like hell.”

The kaldorei grunted at the nickname, apparently she was an expert on pissing off people. “I have a proper name, call me Asharin or Asha. As for what is in it, mainly herbs that usually help cuts to close up faster, and help so you could open that eye in about four days instead of five or six. That is, if you would let me apply it.” He growled, dabbing the poultice with a bit more power than absolutely necessary. “Count your luck, if that gash was a few inches to the left, you’d have lost the eye instead of it simply swelling shut from the bottle.”

When he told her to stop fidgeting, she did...only her tail started wiggling like a cat’s when said cat was agitated. “S-sorry...thanks. For. Helping,” she managed, jaw set in anger, misdirected at - everything. “Asharin,” she managed again, ow. She flinched when the pressure on the poultice was more than necessary, hand gripping the edge of the bar with enough force to leave claw-marks. “Watch it,” she warned with a hiss, despite his help. “I’m not worried about losing an eye. I’m worried about losing a fight.”

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Horns sounded as the sun began setting, heralding the start of celebrations for the Feast of the Moon, and the onset of winter despite the town’s name. Musicians played on the streets, performers of all types prancing through the lanes and directing celebrants to the festivities. Inside taverns the most literal part, the feast, began, quickly spilling out into the streets as ale, baked goods, hearty stews and heavy meats abound.

“Not that one,” an annoyed chord warned Thane before he could take a step towards the tavern he’d been glancing at. “Water down their ale,” the tiefling offered helpfully. “I’m going to the best food this city has to offer,” she paused, narrowing her eyes at the man’s armor. “If you’re not too disdainful for a friendly suggestion. Just up the road,” she thumbs, turning to head that way with a flick of her tail and a mutter about racist innkeeps.

“Alright, miss, and if it’s any good it’s on me. And if it aint it’s on me too. I’m Thane by the way, a pleasure. Sweet roll?”

…oh. That, was a sweet roll. It was in her purview to be cranky the rest of the night no matter how good the food was, but…when she accepted the roll it was almost like she’d been infected. This was - okay. Her pace slowed to something reasonable as she took a bite. “Last night of fall,” she remarked over her shoulder, “anyone you’re remembering?”

He bit his lip and didn’t speak for a long moment. Trying to seem contemplative his shoulders did drop as he began to count in his head. He found himself walking behind the tiefling where the paths got smaller but the amount of folk seemed to grow, giving a bow of “ladies first”

“A captain I wish I knew better, a magister who helped us save children, an arcanist who said a lot without a single word. A farmer who took up arms to save her kids, a sarge who’d chew through iron as easily as a tobacco plant…”

His cheerful demeanour dropped before he perked a smile back up.

It was hard to keep her mental armor up around someone so - sincere, though, and as they finally arrived to the ‘best food this city has to offer’, she took a seat on a rickety outdoor stool set close to a cart. Seth’s, the sign proclaimed, and the menu seemed - simple, but spicy. She ordered a golden ale first, and something called Noodles of Smite next. The orange-skinned tiefling behind it all gave a thumbs up and got to work. “Mostly I remember my aunt,” she admitted, “mourning the dead is so tedious. Simpler, seems, to celebrate their lives the way they’d have wanted. Which is why I need extra chili flakes tonight, Seth!”