#anandor

 Some more drawings for @boilingheart

I was tagged by: @anierous-sunblade

I’m tagging: idk who to tag bc I think everyone I know has already been tagged..... but uh @amnesicangel and @wanderersofazeroth if you haven;t done it yet ;u;

Putting this under a cut bc it’s long and has both my muses!

Repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information.

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Tagged by: @exspiravitae​ 

- I’ll be doing two of these, one for Anan and another for Neo -

▍ Face claim: Jensen Ackles ▍ Name: Anandor Rin Lighttreader ▍ Age: 187 (~35 human years old) ▍ Gender: Male ▍ Nationality: Eversong Descent / Blood Elf ▍ Residence: Bladespire Citadel (WoD) Silvermoon City (Post-WoD) ▍ Marital Status: Married

L I K E S

▍ Drink:  He is particularly fond of the fruit juices served in Stormwind. As for alcohol, he has a strong stomach for it, and prefers Dwarven Mead, but overall, would simply choose water with a slice of lime in it if offered a drink ever. ▍ Food: He has a carnivorous taste, and loves eating meat. Out in Draenor, he’s acquired a taste for Talbuk, and is especially fond of Orcish foods. A traditional elven meal, however, (fish, salad and fruit) will suit him any day, however. ▍ Day or Night: Anandor truly is a child of the sun, and absolutely adores the day time. He is an early bird, and often enjoys waking up in time to see the sun rise. When he was younger, he spent his free time lying on the grass and sunbathing, just soaking in the day. The night tends to make him feel vulnerable, and he’d rather go to sleep just before sunset (though of course his desirable sleeping schedule is near impossible to achieve considering all his work he has to do (but seriously in his eyes, if the sun ain’t up, it’s sleepy time))

▍ Snacks: Peanuts or pecans, really. Or anything he could find in the forest, like various berries.  ▍ Songs: He enjoys listening to classical music, and is quite skilled at playing the piano and various string instruments. He is an exceptional singer as well, and often writes small songs for Neo’la. As for his character songs:     Try n’ Hold Me Back - Rob Bailey     Runnin’ - Adam Lambert (This version’s pitch is lowered to sound like Jensen Ackles, which is also Anandor’s voice claim, so this video is literally how I imagine his singing voice sounds)     Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab (I don’t really like this song, but the lyrics are On Point) ▍ Quote:  “Do not pray for an easy life; Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.” ▍ Historical Character: idk? ▍ Pet: Though he dislikes cats, he owns one named Belo, a birthday gift for his wife. He also has a black hawkstrider named Mal that he raised since it hatched. Later on, he and Neo find a massive Dread Raven and her hatchling that tend to follow them around. ▍ Book: none ▍ Colour: Green ▍ Flower: Daisy or Hibiscus ▍ Sexuality: Pansexual. ▍ Romantic Orientation: Panromantic.

L O O K S

▍ Body type: Anan is built like a warrior, and is a little more bulky than the average elf. Standing at 6′5″, Anandor serves as the ideal candidate for a tank or guard, hence why he made it as a Royal Guard. Long, thick orange hair is often tied back in a mess ponytail, and his strong arms and endurance allows him to withstand consistent action out on the battlefield without succumbing to fatigue. He has a strong jaw, and freckles litter his face. Cheekbones are well defined, and his nose appears to be crooked as a result of a childhood injury. While he doesn’t meet the standard ‘beauty’ expectations, his looks alone do tend to catch some attention from bystanders. ▍ Eye colour: As a high elf, they were a vivid violet color. They are now a sickly felfire green. ▍ Hair colour: Fiery orange ▍ Body reference: [x]

Tagging: @protectoralyndrah @wanderersofazeroth @amnesicangel and eVERYONE ELSE

(( Wow ... this is maybe the worst set of events I wrote about. ))

Last night I couldn't sleep, this morning it took me an hour to roll out of bed, and even now I don't want to move. Yesterday was chaos.

It wasn't bad until after I spoke with Lord Huor. I had left suddenly due to remembering a paper that was in need of signing and I returned to quite the battle in the Row Tavern. What would members want with the tavern there? I assume they were coming to kill someone they found a threat, but in the middle of Silvermoon?! They must be absolutely crazy!

I left that scene before anyone really noticed me. Obviously the trouble was being handled and I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I made my way to the Bazaar to see if there were any new inks I could use for my line of work. After a while I ran into Huor again, who was very happy to see me but had to go back on duty. He is a very strange man, and I do think he is much too old to be courting a young woman.

This is where it got interesting. A Knight of the Ebon Blade made his way into the Inn I was at and decided to be all mopey like all death knights are when they first realize that nothing is going to be the same. I am really sick of this type of behavior ... I mean, I have had three death knights as my closest companions and know that they can feel and love still. Isn't that all that life is?

Veli showed up as well, and I gave my apologies for overreacting the night before. I am quite the fool. Rhymor overheard some of the conversation and didn't seem to like it too much. He mentioned that he still loves me ... but I fear that I might not feel the same for him.

Then this Forsaken woman showed up looking for Lady Solisbane. It seems that not many know of her abduction outside of the select circle. The lady said she was looking for work, but before I could mention what was available she noticed that someone was listening from around a corner. I recognized the voice of the spy, but then was confronted by mister Ragetotem. Being part of the international relations, I felt that talking with Ragetotem was more important than Anandor.

That is ... until the woman started badgering him and attacking him with her foul speech. I made my way to them and explained that he was doing nothing more than protecting this city in his own way. After he explained who he was he asked what the woman was looking for in work. Then the debate of if Forsaken are allowed in our Legions of Elves began, to which I excused myself from seeing as my advice is not even heard.

I stood at the fountain in the bazaar, watching the enchanted water, when Veli appeared beside me and spoke softly to me. But ... but then he confronted me with the question of all questions and that I don't think I truly know the answer to; "Whom do your actually love?"

It hit hard, and I was about to answer when Anandor came up and apologized for being rude. I told them both that they both needed to hear my answer on that question, that they both needed to know that I care about them. Anandor, Rhymor, Veli, even Elenicius; I care for them all ... equally but greater than anyone else. They both seemed to understand ... then ... then I don't know what happened, but I ran off.

Why is it that whenever I run away from Anandor I am found by his damned uncle? And that damned uncle seems to know everything that happens! Curse him for his spies and traitorous ways. He said many things, and most of them might as well be true. I didn't want to believe him until late this morning when Veli blurted out that his whole life revolves around the one person who listens and cares about him; me.

Description: Their previous day went very smoothly. In fact, maybe a little too smooth. The pair, Leptos and Morte', have both received new weapons from this mysterious Old Man. Early in the morning however, when the two woke up, they found the old man was gone, nowhere to be seen. As well as their weapons.....

Description: Finally, Leptos has found a village in which he can rest, eat, and relax. However, he was unable to relax after catching a town thief who was attempting to steal from him. Morte', the thief, failed to overpower Leptos outside the inn, and they both ended up with a wound. But there are things much worst than wounds that they will soon experience.....

Leptos awakes the next morning, rubbing his head as he gets up off the bed. Usually he always dreams, but the only thing he can remember is the night before's dream. He gets up and changes the bandages on his stomach where Morte' had stabbed him. "I should have killed him." Leptos says to himself angrily, finishing patching himself up. He walks out of his room, bamboo stick and bag in hand. He spots the thief, already downstairs flirting. "Hey there, I was awfully lonely last night. It's a shame you didn't come join me, but don't fret! There's always tonight!" he says, the lady giggling in response. Leptos grabs Morte' by the back of his shirt and drags him out of the inn. At first when Morte' looked back, he was angry, then when he saw who it was, his skin turned pale and he just let his arms fall and legs dangle, giving up on life and taking in what breaths he had left. When they got outside, Leptos set Morte' on his feet, and Morte' nearly fell over. "You will come with me on my travels." Leptos states plainly. He knows that all the man carries with him is 5 gold, a bag of some kind of darts, a Knife, and a flask of ale. Morte' looks around then back at Leptos. "Whats to stop me from running?" he asks. Leptos shakes his head. "The fact that you won't get far." he replies. Morte' grins and stands up straight. "And if I say no?" he asks, proudly, thinking that noone can force him to go anywhere as long as the law is in place. "Then I will drag you by your ankles all the way to the next town. The Sheriff said he will turn the other cheek as long as you are out of here by today." Leptos replies sternly. "I went and talked with him while you were busy flirting." Leptos adds. Morte' suddenly loses all pride and just stands there, thinking. Attacking will result in a loss, Running will get him severely hurt, and accepting could either show him good things or bad things about the man whom he is with. He could find out more about this man and then use his weakness against him. "I'll go with you." he says, nodding. Leptos smiles. "Good, then let's start walking." he says, walking out of town. Morte' runs to catch up to him. "Walking? Aren't we going to take horses?" he asks, and Leptos just laughs. "Do you have enough money for even one horse?" he asks. Morte' thinks for a moment while searching his pocket. "A good horse costs about 15 gold...... Plus feeding the thing..... Another 5 gold per day......... And I only have 5 gold left........" the thief thinks. "No." he states, groaning as he looks ahead and sees nothing but road for what must be miles. Leptos smiles at his new companion, knowing that they are going to have an interesting time at things.

Morte' collapses in the dirt, his feet so tired and blistered. Leptos stops and looks down at him. "We aren't there yet." Leptos says, rather annoyed at his companion. Morte' just lays there, grumbling. "I can't walk any further..... Kill me now...." he says, face down in the dirt. Leptos sighs. "As you wish." he says, taking his bag off his staff and raising the staff high in the air above Morte'. Morte' quickly scrambles onto his feet and cowers. "I was kidding!" he exclaims. Leptos grins at him and puts the bag on his staff again. He then continues walking forward, Morte' quickly trying to catch up. "Will we be stopping at an inn tonight?" he asks, tired of walking. When Leptos shakes his head, Morte' quickly turns around and tries to run away. Leptos sighs and turns around, before pulling his staff back and tossing his bag off it at high speed, causing it to hit Morte' in the back of the head. Morte' gasps and falls forward, face planting with the bag lying on top of his head. Leptos walks up to him and retreives his bag, putting it back on his stick. He nudges Morte' with his shoe, and Morte' doesn't move at all. Leptos then lifts Morte's body up and tosses him over his shoulder. He then continues walking, his feet used to walking long distances.

Description: After a long day of traveling, Leptos has decided to stop at a seemingly harmless spot along the road. He may not look like much to the average person, but he is a very skilled fighter, possibly even the best. But that will be decided soon, as we continue following him through his journey...

A blazing ball of fire hurls towards the ground, hitting the earth and causing a wave of dirt to erupt from the ground. Several more hit the ground near the same area, all aiming for one person: Leptos. Leptos dives out of the way as a fireball nearly hits him. The explosion causes Leptos to fly through the air farther than intended, and he hits the ground with a thud. As he looks where the fireballs are coming from, he notices a group of men in long cloaks all in a line facing him. He watches as they each conjure up their own fireballs. "That must be where they are coming from!" he thinks to himself, diving and rolling out of the way of more balls. He draws both his swords and charges at the group of mages, changing course only to avoid the incoming projectiles. Right as he nears the mages, a group of Orc warriors jump up and out from a trench, causing Leptos to stop and access the numbers. A good 15 of them, and all carrying a rather large weapon. He looks behind him, noticing he's alone against them. "Not the best situation to be in..." he thinks to himself, going into a defensive stance as they all charge at him. The first Orc comes, slamming a large club in the dirt where Leptos once stood. The next moment, the orc is lying on the ground bleeding out, two stab marks where his eyes should be. The rest finally start showing up, five surrounding Leptos. Two rush forward, swinging their clubs, which Leptos avoids by waiting until the last second, then dropping to the ground as the Orcs' clubs hit eachother where they would have connected with Leptos's body. The force of the swings cause the weapons to break and splinter, and stunning the Orcs momentarily. Leptos takes this moment to spread both his arms and shove a sword through both of the orcs' chests, puncturing their hearts and dropping them to the ground. Leptos pulls his swords out just in time as an Orc with a very large broadsword swings at him. He rolls out of the way, but not before receiving a gash on his back, causing a fairly large amount of blood to begin falling out of him. Leptos grunts and kneels on the ground for a moment, facing the orc. Another comes from behind him, weilding the same weapon. Both Orcs swing at Leptos, one swinging downwards to where Leptos kneels, and one swinging above Leptos, in case he tries to jump out of the way. With a grunt, Leptos pushes himself forward with his feet, making sure to stay low enough for both Orcs to miss. As he rushes forward, he shoves both swords out in front of him, and when he can no longer run forward, he looks up at the Orc, who has now been impaled by the swords. The Orc's sword drops to the ground, and soon, the Orc himself falls, Leptos pulling out his swords and turning around to face the other Orc. He tosses his sword forward with great speed, the Sword plunging itself into the Orc's skull. For a moment, the Orc does nothing, blinking. Then he reaches up and grabs hold of the sword, roaring with pain as he pulls it out, and the second it's out, he falls to the ground, dead. Leptos grunts as the loss of blood begins to take it's effect on him, causing him to be slower than usual. He grabs his sword and turns to face the other orcs, who have taken positions infront of him. "10 of them left." he grunts, knowing he won't survive them in his current condition. He charges forward, both swords in hand, right as a Fireball hits the crowd of Orcs, tossing their bodies all over the landscaping, along with Leptos, who lands on his back at the ground with a thud. He attempts to get up, but his body just won't do it. The lack of blood finally having gotten to him. He looks up at the sky, admiring the night and all of it's twinkling stars. Eternal Bliss. His peace is interrupted as a large Fireball can be seen coming straight at him from the sky. Leptos just lays there, accepting fate, knowing it'd be better to die there enjoying the moment rather than panic and attempt to survive even though he knows he won't. The fireball hits the ground where Leptos lays, exploding the ground and tossing it everywhere. Leptos feels the heat of the fireball reach his body, and he just lays there smiling, until finally a special kind of darkness washes over him, enveloping him in a wave of cold.