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@hamsterloki ‘s ocs for her bday :D

happy birthday hamypie :D

featuring @hamsterloki ‘s ocs based off of an ask

Karvosh, Emilicie, Andaakt, Flintgut, and Exaara :D

Karvosh: Strawberry-Rhubarb pie, because a weird mix of sweet and bitter, and rhubarb leaves are poisonous so you have to be careful when making it.

Exaara: Apple pie, because it's traditional, sweet, and you practically can't go wrong with it.

Flintgut: Steak and kidney pie, because it's flavourful, uncommon, and not for everyone but never so bad it's unwelcome. Also because meat pies are always served smaller than dessert pies.

Andaakt: Pecan pie, because it's delicious but can be deadly if the wrong person eats it.

Karvosh isn’t going to do anything. While she doesn’t necessarily “hate” kids, she feels uncomfortable around them. This is mostly because she never really was fully socialized with children due to her upbringing, and her own childhood was extremely short since the Third War forced her to grow up very quickly (she was a child soldier pretty much the moment the internment camps were liberated). So, she doesn’t quite “click” with children. On the other hand, she also avoids children because of the fact she does care about them, and wants them to retain as much innocence and have as much of a childhood as she never got to have, but she just knows she would not be able to contribute positively to that; she’s territorial, aggressive, and has difficulty controlling her own strength at times. Basically, she’s bad with kids, but she knows she is, and cares enough about kids that she wants them to be happy, which means -without- her.

Exaara and Andaakt are both going to be working on having a few Children’s Week events in the Draenor garrison run by the Justicars; early in the Draenor campaign, Exaara had an impromptu orphanage set up within the garrison so orphaned children, or children separated from their parents, could have somewhere safe to stay and to make sure they are fed and cared for. This includes easily half a dozen Orcish orphans among the others, because Exaara refuses to burden the young with the actions of the old. The two of them would set up fun activities for them, and have other members of the garrison help them make baked goods so the kids get the chance to celebrate and hopefully take their minds off of the war. Flintgut would definitely be helping with the baking (likely using engineering to try and speed up the process.. With varied results).

Oh jeez! My knowledge of Lord of the Rings is kind of super limited so, uh, bear with me, I guess!

Exaara would be a soldier of Gondor, mostly because of the combined aesthetic of the winged helms and massive tower shields that they’re shown as having in the Jackson trilogy. Just seems to be the most fitting to me for my Draenei who wields a giant shield and would never surrender against overwhelming forces. Being an elite paladin herself, she would likely serve as one of the Guards of the Citadel as well, who were tasked with defending the upper levels of Minas Tirith, so she could essentially serve as the “last line of defense” considering her skill as well as nearly inhuman strength (she’s tall and muscular in any universe, so maybe she might have some elf blood in Lord of the Rings to explain her skill? Not sure). 

Emilicie would probably just be one of the lower class who turns to thievery, I guess either from Gondor or maybe Laketown, though the latter might be more fitting considering the whole smaug thing means they went through a tragedy similar in a way to what happened to Silvermoon. Unless she makes money, she’d pretty much flee every major conflict; she isn’t a hero of Middle Earth, that’s for certain. 

Karvosh would be I guess the Lord of the Rings’s first canon female Uruk-Hai. She’s tall, broad-shouldered, and full of sadistic rage and anger that is only held back by her own military discipline, which is what divided the Uruk-hai from the Orcs if my memory serves correctly. She might even have ended up one of the berserkers, which I believe were the ones who wore only a helmet and not much else, considering more often than not what keeps her going in a fight is sheer adrenaline mixed with indomitable rage. 

Andaakt would likely be an elf, considering she is already a bit ‘wispy’ in regards to her physique and character, but also because of how linked she is to the world around her thanks to her faith as a priestess. I’m not exactly sure which clan/city she’d be from, though. 

Andaakt let out a shaking sigh as she worked her way out of the barracks. Her normally clean-pressed robes were soaked in blood, the red colouration proving it was not her own, and the Draenei was clearly having some trouble walking as she moved over to the far side of the stone building, away from most prying eyes.

Sitting herself down unsteadily, she rest her back against the wall, having had one of her fellow healers temporarily take her place after the harrowing event she had just experienced. Her tail wrapped lightly around her legs as she dug her hooves into the shallow grass. Staring at the ground, Andaakt’s glowing eyes seemed to gaze into nothingness, wiping the cold sweat away from her forehead with the back of her palm, inadvertently smearing more of the red blood onto her face. Realizing this, she began trembling as she closed her eyes.

She felt sick to her stomach, like a vice was squeezing her abdomen, while her pulse pounded in her ears.

Andaakt had always been told that the life of a healer was a difficult one, and had always believed she was prepared for that. She had treated wounds she had thought beyond imagining, stitched closed lacerations, treated burns of every kind, and helped the healing process with the holy power of the Light, yet she had never been prepared to be forced to help someone when they pleaded not to be helped..

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the blood as it ran towards her chin.

She knew she had done what was necessary.. but had she done what was right?  

Perhaps she wasn’t truly cut out to be a healer; perhaps it was all a foolish child’s dream.

The Priestess immediately flushes a dark blue shade, avoiding the viewer’s gaze, “I.. That is most invasive to ask.. but yes, I would have another join Jaygron and I in the bedroom were he willing and truly happy. It would give me no pleasure to hurt him, so I would ensure that he was not lying to make me feel better.”

“As for scenes.. I suppose it would depend upon who it was that we were with.. and what we all agreed we were comfortable with” The Priestess’s eyes roll back in thought, “I have.. I confess I have, at times, enjoyed the idea of a third person being a dominant for the two of us. Temporarily, of course.”