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An outfit design I did for my girl Caeliri Dawnsworn! This is her official outfit when she’s in The Silver Ridges ( @jonathan-nevermore-smith‘s creation), her ancestral home in Southern Quel’thalas. I had a fun time designing something for her that was functional and fashionable, as the people of the Ridges are a hardy folk who favor hardwork and personal merit over most anything.
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You're gonna hate me but idgaf all even numbers for Thanidiel.
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2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?
A lot of her titles are all honestly self-evident as fuck - Knight-Champion, Emberward, etc. She DOES have a moniker I’ve written in her history and is present in the TSG wiki - The Terror of Zeb’Alor. She burned down an entire troll settlement for a raid on her outpost that ended with civilian deaths when she was uhhh 19. It’s a reference to the brutality she displayed and also a bit of a joke from the Ranger-Captain that ran the outpost because he refers to her a little Terror/absolutely obnoxious shit.
4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?
Thanidiel loved her father and he was her role model. Very valiant soldier. She does NOT get along with her mother and they are no longer on speaking terms.
This will not come up in roleplay ever but Thanidiel’s actually a bastard-child of her mother’s. She’s served with her bio-father in Dominion and they both put the clues together there. Her bio-father she thinks is a stupid, irresponsible piece of shit and she hates that her mother ‘betrayed’ someone (her father) that she thinks is the absolute bees-knees (especially since this was found out well-after her dad died)
A bad memory would, hands-down, be Thanidiel confronting bio-father + her mother during that time. A good memory would be something carefree, along the lines of hunting alongside her father and their comrades in the wilderness.
6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?
Thanidiel is an uneducated shitlord. She never went to school but she did teach herself how to read and write starting around 15 and worked at it super religiously to reach the vocabulary, penmanship, etc., that she does today. She knows a high-enough level of mathematics for military-logistics that she’s picked up over the decades as well. History and basic magical theory is something she’s picked up on by listening or nosing for information in the way she usually does.
Everything else, she can mildly extrapolate upon since she’s pretty observational + smart by her own right or she just outright asks people because she isn’t very embarrassed by it with the basics down.
8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?
No pets as a child. She likes animals a lot in her own reserved way.
As an adult, she’s had multiple horses of different stocks for various utilities. She’s also had a pair of two hunting mastiffs at one point before the Second War hit Quel’thalas. She’s probably mildly considering a dog or two again.
10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?
Thanidiel is neutral towards children though nice enough. Children seem to be okay with her from roleplaying interactions I’ve had lmao. She’s probably be a shitty caretaker; very emotionally neglectful, likely.
12. What is their favourite food?
Sausage rolls! Delicious and a very rare treat for her relatively when she forages a lot of food or relies on rations. She’s happy to fill herself on them if baked goods are around.
14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?
I’ve headcanoned food-related stuff by Thanidiel a lot. It comes up in roleplay sometimes; I imagine that working for so many years as an outrider to really inhospitable places in the Outlands lends to starvation a lot of the time.
It’s come up as a specific memory a few times in rp that she’s had to eat snake, blood and all, from under rocks in Hellfire as a way to keep going + hydrated. This lends to her being very indiscriminate with food usually and having tour-goggles for kinda shit cooking because she’s just happy to not be starving - such as overly moist rice.
16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?
This isn’t so much a collection but I feel like it applies; as I’ve mentioned to you before, Thanidiel… logs every single day of her life since she was like, 14-15. She probably fills out another journal every 2/3s of a year and it ends up in this massive collection in a closet somewhere.
18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else
Thanidiel does not participate in really any artistic activities like this. However, I imagine she knows quite a few songs from war in elven and human cultures and she doesn’t hate it. She’ll join in.
20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?
No.
22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?
Thanidiel doesn’t exactly bitch but she will say outright where she stands with someone and doesn’t care about making sure it’s positive or negative to anyone that asks/it comes up.
She usually insults people for being cowardly or hypocritical. For specific insults… it’s kind of tailored to the person. She calls cowardly people candy-asses, @dorksworn she refers to Caeliri as a ‘Cherub,’ which isn’t that positive lmao, Bricini, a ‘brat,’ etc..
24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?
No snoring, on her back. She prefers hard/firmer mattresses. I imagine her sleep schedule to be a bit similar to mine in that she will wake up periodically (more out of paranoia) every 1-2 hours until about 6:00 AM or maybe even 8:00 AM on a ‘lazy day.’
26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?
Placid, calm. Quieter. Her happiness is something that expresses itself along the lines of the way that a bull or an old dog will express its contentment.
28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?
Honestly I really can’t think of any situation that would scare Thanidiel or imagine what she would be like scared. A situation can unsettle her, make her sad, angry, etc., but I don’t think she’d feel tangible fear.
30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?
She tries to exercise every morning. Go figure. She’s about the same regardless but I imagine if she goes a while without exercise she kind of dies a little spiritually from how antsy she gets; people saw this a little bit when she was in and out of the Infirmary for a while.
32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?
Masculine dress; vests, trousers, shirts, tunics, boots, etc., is her preference. She’s honestly surprisingly classy and gets everything fitted at expensive-ass tailors if it’s like… her social wardrobe. The sleeveless shirts, tunics and trousers etc she wears on deployment or otherwise not fancy-ass activities are just as grungy as could be imagined.
She wears tunics or nothing to sleep. Her hair is almost always in a quick bun. If it’s out of the bun, it’s really curled from the containment.
34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?
I place her at a 160-170lb range. 5’10. Think Serena Williams type of physique. She doesn’t consider her body much and thus doesn’t have any body-image opinions. It’s her. She’s fine with that.
36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?
She’s an alright singer. Won’t offend people’s ears. For hobbies… she hunts. She probably whittles shit from time to time. Fighting. She’s good at sewing and fletching. Likes to go horse-riding.
38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?
Thanidiel respects strength, pragmatism and self-confidence above all, probably obviously. Maybe less obviously, she really, really, really enjoys irreverence from other people.
I find it hard to consider on if there’s any talents she wishes she had. She’s pretty happy with herself and her capabilities as a person. She’d probably like to be better with a bow than she is; she can hit something but that’s all that can be said.
40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?
Thanidiel has no need for stimulants along those lines. She only drinks from Bricini’s flask because it annoys the other woman, to be quite honest. Or she can’t be assed to get water.
42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?
TO DEFEND AND SUPPORT THE AGENDA OF QUEL’THALAS TO HER DYING BREATH THROUGH ANY MEANS POSSIBLE AS SEEN FIT BY THE THALASSIAN STATE, OR OTHERWISE HERSELF REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
On a side note, she has had a bit of a goal going on to do honor to those that were once close to her. I’m still feeling out how she feels about it now especially after @stormandozone ‘s tarot reading.
44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?
Answered in another prompt you’ve sent me.
46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?
Thanidiel either makes the first impression of being an absolute fucking asshole to the mega-max or of being a storybook image of a soldier. Both of these first-impressions suit her quite well.
Along these lines, she will either introduce herself in a very gallant fashion via letter or in the aftermath of an heroic deed, in a completely impetuous fashion such as her introduction to @azriah ‘s Kaltaia, or completely bully your character if there’s something about them that she doesn’t like.
48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?
Thanidiel doesn’t really like parties but how she feels about individual ones is a hit or a miss. She’s very used to the song and dance of them though since she’s probably forced to attend a military gala at least once a year. She stands to the side usually and will rarely dance unless asked/expected to. If there are any competitions or debates, however, that’ll draw her attention right-fast.
If she’s there with comrades, she’ll stick to them. If she comes alone/is separated, she’ll turn on a gregarious switch for a bit to find some entertainment for herself.
50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?
[Note: This follows after last night’s Dawnmender’s Mission event.]
Both the paces of the lady Dawnward and the ward for the night that follows her slow down until halting, their pensive thoughts anchoring them.
"I wonder if she'll miss her blue eyes," said Deyaenus bitterly, the first to speak.
Caeliri clasped her upper arms, smoothing her hands up and down her armor. Well. At least we got to the root of that," she muttered - though Deyaenus' interjection made her eyes go up the floor. "Draenei eyes are more white..." she offered, keeping her own sea-green eyes averted. "She wanted to live."
"She didn't know what she wanted!" At this Deyaenus turned to Caeliri. "She was scared of dying, that's it! You can't expect anyone to make a right decision that ill and pained and frightened!"
"No, I suppose not. But she asked for it-- I wouldn't have had the heart to deny what words came from her mouth. Maybe it was a mistake, but in that moment... it would have been murder, to let her die." Caeliri wrung her hands together. "When she wakes, she may regret it - from there... I don't know what can be done."
"But condemning her to the Fel through that exposure was, what, more of a mercy?"
"She will still be alive, at least... she can still serve the Light on this mortal coil."
"That lasts less than the eternity a sould will spend in Light's grace!"
"Mercy is... a heavy word for it. I don't know if it will be a mervy. I can't say -- will be become addled by it? Addicted? Will she slowly fall to the Fel like the felsworn? I don't have all the answers. I would never have allowed someone to force it on her not with the beliefs her people have. Not with all that they have suffered, but in that moment, she asked..." She sighed a sad sound. "She may still find the Light's grace - look at you. Look at your eyes."
"Don't try to make yourself feel better because you didn't want to have responsibility on this! She couldn't make a decision on her own! And maybe she does find grace again - and maybe she DOESN'T."
Caeliri brought her own eyes up from the ground - they were not the violent green of many sin-dorei, still somewhat blue, the taint that marred her body only from the latent energies that inflected Quel'thalas. "I have responsibility either way. You can still use the Light, can't you?"
"That doesn't matter! Nobody asked ME! Nobody asked US! If this is what we wanted, if we knew what it would mean. I can’t forget. The famine, the desperation to sate it, the feeling we were dying with every breath and the fright of it - of course the Fel felt as salvation! But well now, in my right mind without that hunger to silence my good senses I would rather have starved to death than do this again. And you just did the same to her!"
Deyaenus runs a hand over his green glowing eyes and frowns bitterly. "My eyes will never be blue again, and I'm scared to know if my soul has lost its luster too."
Caeliri clasped her hands awkwardly in front of herself, turning her face into Grace's flaming body for comfort. "My choice was made for me. I never took the Fel - not directly. And I was ill, and starving, and unwell, for almost all of my childhood. I should have died - it was by the Light's grace that I did not." Caeliri lifted a hand to touch just below her eyes. "This? This is just form the magic around me - that linegred in the air and soil, what seeped into my body unbeknownst to me. But... you think I am guiltless, in this? I honored the words she spoke, but tomorrow, if she awakes and hates what she chose... I will bear that burden, too. I honored what I heard with my own ears. It seemed the best choice."
"If tomorrow she awakes and hates what she chose it will be your fault."
"I know."
"Believe me, I do."
"You like people feeling sorry for you, don't you."
Caeliri's eyes furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"You knew there was a right decision, to send her soul to the Light eternal, for the body was ill and wasted. But you dust off moral responsibility in exchange for a bid of sympathy."
"If all goes well, you keep your semblance of compassion. If not, you chide your benelovent heart. All behind a chorus of tender commendations from everyone else for either."
Caeliri shook her head lightly, face buried once more in Grace's golden feathers. "I don't think that was the right decision. Why do you think I'm so wicked?" Her lips pulled into a tight frown. "Everything I do - you think there is some ulterior motive. You slander me and belittle me and attack me and accuse me of things that I have not done, over and over again. I have never tried to be anything but kind to you - to everyone, unless pushed. I am far from some... perfect angel, but... I don't understand what, in your mind, I stood to gain from making a choice I did not believe in for the sake of sympathy."
"I blame myself, either way - because I know what it means for her people, to be afflicted by the fel."
"Yet you let it happen anyway."
"The Fel ruined everything for the Draenei - it turned their own kin against them, corrupted hundreds of planets, thousands of species - they were chased across the stars for eons. I - I suppose I can't fully understand, it's beyond my imagination, but I try my best to understand."
Caeliri sighed softly. "She asked for it. I could not let her die. Not if she asked for elsewise."
"You can't be kind to everyone, Caeliri!"
"That wasn't a time to be kind, that was a time to be decisive!"
"So they say. I can not decide that for other people. That is not my place. That is not what I believe."
"Yes you can! You can decide for others, that's your JOB!"
Caeliri shook her head. "No, it's not."
My job is to care for other people, to keep them alive, and happy, and healthy. Had she rejected the offer of care..."
"No. You just don't WANT to. Because if you make a decision, and it's the wrong one, you shatter."
Caeliri swallowed, tightly, and turned her eyes down, her words halted. For a moment, she was silent, before she forced out the words. "That is not why I did it."
"Then why."
"I answered your question - you decided my answer wasn't good enough."
"Because it's not good enough!"
Caeliri bristled, slightly, taking a step back. "I did it because I thought it was what was right, in that moment. I don't want to see anyone die - I don't want to compromise anyone's beliefs, but if a patient asks for it to be done, then they have easked for it to be done. On the brink of death, delirious from pain and fear, perhaps she misspoke, perhaps she made the wrong choice, perhaps she will be angry and hateful come tomorrow, but at least she'll be alive. I made my choice - it wasn't even entirely my call to make."
"You chose nothing except to comfort your indecision."
"I did not haplessly force corruptive magics on to someone, against their wishes, against their faith - I did as I should've done."
"You didn't say anything until the draenei spoke, gargled and in pain. You waited. You waited until something happened that lead to a decision you didn't have to make. So you could do exactly this! 'But she said...'."
"You must be deaf - I spoke against innoculating her, until she consented."
"I said it was against her faith, that it wasn't out place to choose for her - and then she spoke. She made her choice."
"But don't you get it! That's still not a decision! You didn't decide anything! You just changed your mind!"
"My decision was to let the woman whose life, whose soul, would be impacted by corruptive magics choose what she wanted - and she did, and I honored her wishes. To hold life and death in my hands and choose what I want for people... that is... disgusting, not to mention grossly irresponsible. My job is to save lives."
"You damned one!"
"Which is it - I chose, or I didn't choose? You keep shifting goal posts."
"I don't know. I don't know. DID you choose, decide, on anything? Because you were, then you didn't, then she said it, and you agreed then decided -that-, so Light knows." Deyaenus shrugs sharply.
Caeliri took another step back, brow still twisted tight. "Does it matter. I don't understand the point here."
Deyaenus blinked. "Does it matter? You damn a soul and ask 'does it matter'?"
"Not that part - the part of where and when I decide what I decide - just --" Caeliri sighed, softly, bringing her gauntleted hand up to cover her eyes. "Listen. It's late. I'd like to go to bed."
"Wow. Said like you have a clear conscience."
Caeliri dropped her hand, suddenly. "I do not."
"But, according to you, it's similarly wicked to feel guilty, because it makes me a 'martyr'. In your eyes, I can never win."
"I know well you're going to end up sobbing on a shoulder."
"What's -that- supposed to mean?!"
Deyaenus squinted. "W... what?"
"It means... Sobbing on a shoulder. What else is that supposed to mean?"
"You think I'm doing this, just so that I can cry on someone's shoulder?"
"Not on purpose, but it's win-win for you anyway! Again, if the draenei woman had died, you would've cried about THAT. If she hates her damned body and corrupted soul, you will cry about THAT."
Caeliri shook her head. "That I get upset about things is not some -wicked- act, Deyaenus. I don't make choices based on how much I can cry in the aftermath. Besides, I -hate- crying. Are you very much finished?"
Deyaenus grimaced, scowling as he rolled his lips then stuffed his hands into his belt because he didn't have pockets to do the same. He seemed to be thinking about something.
"You... remember the last letter I sent you?"
Caeliri Dawnsworn pressed her lips into a flat line. "Yes."
Deyaenus shrugged his shoulders and kept them raised, looking aside. "I'm sorry, about that."
"And, in about a week, I'll probably be sorry about this too. So, may as well, get that out of the way while we're at it."
Caeliri looked askance, her ears flicking back. For a moment, she semed content to clasp that bitterness between her slim fingers and hold fast, but with a deep, deep, deep breath, her shoulders rose and her chest swelled... and she exhaled heavily. "I forgive you. Just - please. Stop - stop treating me like I'm out to get you, or like I'm out to do something malicious. I am trying my best, to be the best person I can be. That is all."
Deyaenus inhaled deeply as well, shaking his head. "Right! So. Gonna leave, because, heh, because I have words to say about that. That thought. But nope!" He thumbed over his shoulder. "No. You know? This is good, let's leave it at this."
Caeliri hooked her hands at the base of her spine, nodding as well. "Thank you for keeping your thoughts to yourself. Sleep well, Deyaenus."
Deyaenus shut his eyes tightly and sighed. "I mean, I KNOW. Alright? I know you are. Trying."
Caeliri blinked owlishly, her ears flicking forward. "...Thank you. For that - as well. For, uh, acknowledging that."
"Thank you too, for - trying, as well. If that... makes sense."
Deyaenus turned and started to walk away, huffing with his hands in his belt. The stopped with a barely audible groan of a growl. "Sorry about that too!" he blurted out suddenly, and continued walking albeit with a slightly more hasted pace less he say something else again. Hmph!
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It was silly, she thought, the grimace deep-set as she pulled the strap of one bracer taut. The fresh leather squeaked and fought her, firm and unformed against the skeletal slenderness of her wrist ; it was an obstinate thing, as wild and wicked as the stallion she’d once struggled to break. To don armor after all this time felt like an indulgence in a ghost she’d long since buried. It was sillier still to have spent the coin for a new forge when she was uncertain she’d ever have the... not opportunity—no, that implied a hunger for the dawn of a new conflict she did not possess. Obligation was not right, either, though it sat closer to the heavy-set truth of the feeling.
Caeliri Dawnsworn was retired, her life now a quiet waltz of administrative service within the lower courts of Quel'thalas. She had found a robotic sort of fulfillment in the drudgery of paperwork, ensuring the continued prosperity of Summerglen through dossiers and ink-stained fingers. The days of arms and armor, of ashen faces and asundered pyres, were blessedly at her back—a bleak, ever-present memory that had acted as a harsh hand, shaping her for a role that required no blood.
She had been a candle sputtering at the end of its wick, finally finding a reprieve from the wind. But then, the sky above Silvermoon City split asunder, a jagged rift of midnight blue against the sun, and suddenly her new armor did not seem so silly after all.
Caeliri Dawnsworn in her new armor for Midnight! Armor set designed by Erika Sampaio, art by Glor on Vgen!
