Darkmoon Rising

VILLAINS ARE VILLAINS.

Villains are not a precious little punching bag that’s going to stand there and take your shit and be sassy with their hand on their hip. If you mess with the bull you get the horns – if you push a villain, you will get the wrath of a villain. If your character is rude/disrespectful to a villain, especially one in a high place of power, and the villain lashes out (whether it be verbally or physically) – 

THEN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE UPSET ABOUT IT. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN?

Don’t write with villain/cruel/evil characters if you can’t deal with a villain/cruel/evil character being less than nice to your precious cinnamon roll of a character. Surprise! That’s not how this works! If the villain suddenly kills your character without having spoken to you first, then you have absolutely every right to be mad. But if your character receives a verbal lashing or non-lethal physical response that is in character for the villain to give, then you need to deal with it. 

I’m also sick of this sense of prerogative way of thinking certain characters hold when it comes to villains. This mindset of, ‘oh this person is evil, bUT OBVIOUSLY THEY’LL LOVE ME AND I’LL BE THEIR SPECIAL SOMEONE THEY WON’T HATE ME OR TRY AND KILL ME.“ NO. STOP THAT. You cannot go into interactions with villains expecting them to absolutely fall in love with your character/be best friends with them. This is why it’s most times excruciatingly difficult to ship/bro-ship with villains. And even if this does happen, you should expect a villain to still be aggressive and/or rude from time to time. 

A VILLAIN DOES NOT STOP BEING A VILLAIN JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

I’ve written villains for a long time now, and one thing has been made perfectly clear – you will get shit for writing your character too IC and you will get shit for writing your character too OOC. You will be fucking cursed out for your character being aggressive to those who are rude to them, and you will be blasted for writing them being nice even just from time to time. So fellow villain writers – just let your villain flag fly. Don’t fucking listen to people who try and give you shit either way for your portrayal. To those who do not write villains – respect them. Just because your character is sassy and spunky, doesn’t automatically give them the right to try and be disrespectful to someone who is most likely superior to them.

She knew her time had come. She had committed the final crime. Her death had been avenged after all these years. The witch was gone……….. She made her way back to the woods where it had all began. Her original grave marker was still there. Her loves as well. He was still buried beneath it all. She had dismissed all her pets back to where she had collected them from. She was alone now. Her energy was slowly draining. She was tired. The grave had been redug. She lay down beside the bones of her love. She touched the bones of his fingers and closed her eyes. 

Rain poured in the woods as if it was crying for the lost lovers finally reunited.

A simple beep was heared over her com. “I am coming home….and they are coming with me.” Others around her seemed confused and shrugged it off but not the little mouse. Oh no not Kono. She jumped up, fighting her way through the orphanage. Her relief was there any way. It felt like at every turn she was fighting off an evil bunny, or a stuffed doll of doom, or such nonsense. As she hopped across beds and rafters, she finally made it to the door and turned to laugh. As she did a paint ball hit her in the forehead. She sighed. What would they say in vipers cove to this news. And where was Twitch?

“It is time, time to feed, time to quench the thirst. You, you are the harbinger of death, bring of death and dismay. It is the time to shed the blood of the weak. Let only the strong remain.“ She sat staring at her sword hanging on the wall of the castle. Its whispers had started again. Calling out to her. They had been getting steadily stronger since the Legions return.

She tapped her leg, deciding what to do…. “Fuck it.” She walked over and picked up the sword. It sang in her hands once again. “Lets go see what bounties we can find.”

Zarressa stood in the living room of the huge mansion waiting. She was scared of what was to come next but excited at the same time. She had hid them so long ago, visiting as she could but would they accept what she was about to do. Would they come with her or throw a fit and want to live here from now on? She stood there waiting as a human maid ran around cleaning. 

     “MOMMA!!!” She turned her had and smiled as the twins came running into her arms. The auburn haired boy looked up at her with his blue eyes and smiled. “Momma your here!!” She looked down at Zather, he looked more and more like his father every time she seen him. She missed him so, her Aelther. But the boy gave her no time to think back on the past as he riddled her with question after question. “Can we take out these stupid eye covers now? There is so much I want to show you! I learned how to talk to animals and have them help me hunt! I learned how to …” He was interrupted as a mass of curls blinked in front of him. “Look what I learned mommy!” Amaru giggled as her brother tried to push her aside. Zee looked down at both of them and smiled as a tear tried to roll down her check. She wiped it away. “Oh my your both getting so big! Yes you both can remove the eye covers now. You wont be needing them again.” She knelt down in front of them. “I think your both big enough now and learned enough to come with me now. Would you like that? To travel with me? To meet your uncle and grandpa?” She waited with baited breath for their replies. 

The twins seemed to turn as if on que and looked at each other and began to talk in whispers. Her nervousness grew. Suddenly they ran back up the stairs. She sat down on the floor defeated. The maid walked over and tapped her on the shoulder then pointed up the stairs. At the top of the stairs stood the twins, bags in hand, blazing green eyes ready for what the world was going to bring them. Zee stood up, proud for the first time. 

What I’m Looking For: Work contacts, pre-established relationships/history relationships, friendships!

Fandom: World of Warcraft

Sole Faction or Cross-Faction: Cross-faction is encouraged! Rey is in Stormwind semi-frequently.

Faction I Play: Horde.

Server: Wyrmrest-Accord, but cross-server is also accepted!

Venues I Actively Roleplay In: Primarily in-game, but I’m branching out into Discord. I haven’t roleplayed with Tumblr, but I’m willing to try.

Favorite Type of RP: Long-term progressive RP.

Triggers: Graphic assault toward children, rape. Mentions of are fine, just not active roleplay situations.

Things I Will Not RP: I cannot roleplay active rape, however, I am accepting of injury or kidnapping – just maintain a good line of OOC communication. I will not roleplay with minors.

RP Strong Points: I’m pretty flexible to various kind of RP. I tend to be reactive and like to have things happen as they will rather than maintain a rigid story frame, and like to be part of stories that help build up the development of everyone involved. I’m good at OOC communication, when necessary.

RP Weak Points: I’m not very good with coming up with plots for stories myself. I prefer to work together with others for that.

IC Information:

Name: Rey Shadowstrider

Race: Sin’dorei

FC (If Applicable; Picture Optional): Kaya Scodelario

Can Currently Be Found In: Rey lives in Orgrimmar currently, but is frequently found in Silvermoon City, Stormwind City, Dalaran, Uldum, and, of course, anywhere else in the wild.

Would They Be Known: She sells custom potions, is a trader, and also sells services as a tracker and bounty hunter.

Personality: At first she’s a little distant but friendly enough, but when she gets to know you she’s incredibly affectionate and warm. Just a warning – Rey is a neutral evil character. She is not necessarily a good person – but she is incredibly loyal and protective of her friends. Her personality and her morals are not the same.

Language(s): Fluent in Thalassian, Orcish, Common, Forsaken, Zandali, and Darnassian.

Height: 5’6”

Body Type: Athletic and curvy.

Eye Color: Pale leaf green

Hair Color: Black

Age: She’s roughly six hundred years, and looks somewhere in the mid- to late twenties to a human.

Notable Scars, Marks, etc: Nothing visible. She has /lots/ of freckles.

Tattoos/Piercings: Her ears have various piercings. She does have tattoos and other piercings but those are not visible.

First Appearances: She fairly easily blends into the crowd, which she likes. Though she’s quick with a grin that may get genuine if you get to know her.

What To Expect: Rey is fairly hesitant but friendly at first, then as someone gets to know her she warms up considerably. She’s affectionate and flirtatious, loyal and tends to be fiercely protective. When it comes to me as a roleplayer, I enjoy interacting with people – so expect asks and prompts, inspiration sharing, etc.

Where I RP: Mostly in-game and Discord, but I’m willing to try tumblr.

If interested in RP, just send me a message and we can set something up or simply send me a starter!

To tell the tale of true love one must begin at where all our tales start….. with a small child with big dreams. She trained with her master from the time she could remember. The elders had deemed her training to start right away. She was taken from her small family and adopted by the lotuspaw. The family was huge and she loved it. She trained night and day in the ways of elemental control. Needless to say there was a few storms to over come and some burns that needed mending. Burnt fur stunk but she learned.

Much time passed and she grew into a young pandarin. Many young suitors came due to she was the heir to the lotus clan. She turned down each one. She felt no connection no pull. She had been given a dead lie though and knew she must choose soon. She asked for permission to go on a spirit walk in hopes of finding an aswer and was granted it. She had heard rumors and wanted to follow them. Rumors of a being that had lived amoung them for centries, one without fur, onee with beautiful green eyes.

She came back to the village to find the being she had held in her dreams was actually there infront of her. He was beauty to her. His pale skin, long ears and long flowing locks was a site to behold. She knew at that time he was her inochi.

He was a traveling master and had been encouraged to take a wife. She made sure to always be in his view. The wedding was a large one and many traveled for it.

Several years passed and her sister died in childbirth. As was tradition for the clan she stepped in and took over raising the twins. Everything was going well till one day there was loud explosions on the island and their lives where changed forever.

Her dreams where mixed flashes of light, freezing cold water, a ship, a black haired lady and a mouthy chaing smoking asshole. She woke slowly the sounds outside of the ocean and life moving seemed odd to her. Where was she. She started yelling but the pain in her head hurt so bad she passed out again.

She woke several more times finding food and water. She took them and thre themout what she assumed was the opening to the tent before passing out again.

Jiinn walked through the morning streets with several small panderian childern around her. The morning air was crisp but still had odd smells to her. She knew that nature had been harmed a few nights ago when everything went nuts out on that ship on the harbor. She had an odd feeling all morning but just figured she need to do more then just sit and watch the childern so to the store to buy some extra items for cooking she went. As she was browsing a stall one of the childern tugged on her shirt. “Momma momma look is that what the elves call an angel?” Jinn looked up to see what had caused the childern to go quiet.

 As she turned to look down the road she understood why they where in awe. Walking into town from the beach was a female elf dressed almost all in white. Her clothing seemed to be from an era long gone but was so elegant and light it seemed to have a breath of its own. Her cape was pure white as well. Her hair was snow white and was so long it seemed to float right above the ground as well. 

And beside her walked a talk elvish man in beautiful armor. He seemed so regal as well and must have been her compion for sure. In his arms was a body wrapped in a cape and surrounded by a bubble somehow. As the elf turned to look at her Jiinn suddenly felt cold and darkness around her. Her fur stood on end. She quickly gathered the childern still staring in awe, paid for her goods and hurried home.

It wouldn’t be the first time an inquisition had occurred in these lands, likely wouldn’t be the last. Still didn’t make him feel right frightening mothers and children. “Katera, do you find it odd that the mother was frightened just then?” he had to ask, or he would never know.

You see, he’s one of those younger kinsmen who has yet to think with both heads at the same time with any sense of success. He’d been heading down to the beach to try and fish them up some dinner with the prettiest member of Intoxication on his arm. The sky was clear, there wasn’t any work to be done, and he had a nice day in the workings.

Until the angel hit the scene. Nevermind the dead body, he hadn’t yet seen that when he cut the turn a bit too sharp. Distracted by the beauty glowing up into the port like she had the bosoms of the Ligh-Uhm…Er…Blessing. He meant blessing. He sure, as he flails into a pile of himself by tripping over his own feet, that he meant blessings. His graceful dismount from physics is in perfect, clear view of them actually. 

That’s pretty easy when he went sprawling out on the sand there not too far up the way from the trio and the body.

A soft groan comes at first as the last minute started sinking in. Had Sei been saying something? Good grief, he sees something pretty and all the rest of the world might as well be muffled distant foghorns…

Do you see, Sei? 

What poor Manni has to deal with?

It took a moment for the mage to realize just what had happened, but when he pieced it together, he actually looked wounded, then offended, then wounded and offended. Folding his arms across his chest, Seilir stepped delicately away from the fallen blacksmith, as though not wanting to be seen with him, and glanced back towards the woman and her companion. And the… wait, was that a body?

The high elf frowned, and his frowned deepened when he paid more attention to the two carrying the corpse. Something about them made his skin prickle and his hackles rise, and it wasn’t the jealousy talking.

…Okay, it wasn’t only the jealousy talking.

Regardless of the source or the cause, that uncomfortable feeling made Seilir stay right where he was, watching the pair. People came in and out of this port all the time, more likely than not this had nothing to do with him or his people, and he wasn’t going to get involved if he didn’t have to.

(via mecixan)

Jiinn walked through the morning streets with several small panderian childern around her. The morning air was crisp but still had odd smells to her. She knew that nature had been harmed a few nights ago when everything went nuts out on that ship on the harbor. She had an odd feeling all morning but just figured she need to do more then just sit and watch the childern so to the store to buy some extra items for cooking she went. As she was browsing a stall one of the childern tugged on her shirt. “Momma momma look is that what the elves call an angel?” Jinn looked up to see what had caused the childern to go quiet.

 As she turned to look down the road she understood why they where in awe. Walking into town from the beach was a female elf dressed almost all in white. Her clothing seemed to be from an era long gone but was so elegant and light it seemed to have a breath of its own. Her cape was pure white as well. Her hair was snow white and was so long it seemed to float right above the ground as well. 

And beside her walked a talk elvish man in beautiful armor. He seemed so regal as well and must have been her compion for sure. In his arms was a body wrapped in a cape and surrounded by a bubble somehow. As the elf turned to look at her Jiinn suddenly felt cold and darkness around her. Her fur stood on end. She quickly gathered the childern still staring in awe, paid for her goods and hurried home.