#elexzandra

Making a character ref page for my tumblr. Don’t have recent art for everyone but model edits are super quick for me, so here’s Elexz.

I got vain dead bitch all over my canvas.

Arnica had been lonely for quite some time up to the point where it became part of her existence. She’s not very good at making conversation, she never remembers faces or names, and lives deep in the woods so socialization has only really been part of her work as a Hedge Witch/Herbalist. As of recent her loneliness has been somewhat sated at the reuniting of her and her girlhood love interest and she’s become more interested in interacting with people regardless of how bad she is at it.

The Death Knight would pull her glass of pus-colored liquid away from her wax coated lips. Her brows would arch and her shoulders rose and fell as she heaved out a visible, icy breath. Setting the beverage upon the counter and looking the elven woman directly in the eye she spoke in a stern, slow, and judgmental voice, “You? You can’t do it anymore, girl? What sort of pathetic drivel is that?” She swooped her drink back up in an almost violent motion and shifted her attention back to it while irritation in her voice grew, “Listen well, dear. If you’re going to give up, if your going to let any damn thing get the best of you. Lose your patience. Lose your drive. Lose the ability to comprehend the potential you as a living, breathing, feeling thing have then I will step from the bar, sit down outside on the damn ground and wither beside you because if you’re telling me you can’t do it anymore I sure as fel should have given up by now myself.” She knocked back the rest of the strange fluid, slowly standing and pacing towards the doorway. Her stride stopped and she looked back to the woman apathetically, “Now, are we going to go sit and rot, or would you like us to sort this out so I never have to hear you utter such idiotic words again?”