#faervell

Redraw of a comic panel I did of Faervell and Esme because height differences are chefkiss

[art by @studiofruke]

General information——

FULL NAME: Faervell Bael’nar

NICKNAME(S): Faer

TITLE(S): Dawnward, Felmancer, Inquisitor (Unused)

AGE: I think he’s around 150?

BIRTHDAY: September-October (If i’m remembering correct)

RACE: Sin’dorei

GENDER: Male

MARITAL/RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to @jessipalooza‘s Esme

Physical appearance——

HAIR: Generally will have his dark hair grown just around his shoulders and pulls the top half to a half-ponytail. However, his ever so SKILLEd wife sometimes cuts it short and choppy. He’s found that a slight bit nicer. 

EYES: Fucking Super Bright corrupted green

HEIGHT: 6′5″

BUILD: Rather firm build, a good amount of muscle. I don’t know how to explain this any better lmao.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Burn marks that cover a good 85% of his body. They do not cover his palms, fingers, neck and up, and feet. A small bit of bare untouched skin is in the center of his chest and back... Honestly, anything else probably isn’t as distinguishing as that. 

TATTOOS: Huge Tattoo on his left shoulder that goes from the top of his shoulder blade to his waist. All demonic runes that will glow as he casts.

PIERCINGS: None.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: A dagger he hides away often. 

personal information——

PROFESSION: Soldier, Silk Merchant, Trader of Spells and Secrets.

HOBBIES: Tending to his herbs, creating/working on his spells, going for long walks or sleeping in.

SKILL(S): Felmancy, Curse Mastery, Herbology and Alchemy, Charisma and Conversationalist, Formal Writing (when necessary).

LANGUAGE(S): Common (fluent), Thalassian (fluent), Demonic (fluent), probably passing knowledge of others, but I can’t think of all of the ones he might have so we’ll say ‘general proficiency’? 

RESIDENCE: Embertree Court Estate in Embertree/Shallowbrook, The Bale’nar Estate in Southern Quel’thalas in parts of reclaimed lands, basically anywhere Esme lives.

BIRTHPLACE: Southern Quel’thalas

PATRON DEITY: None

FEARS: Losing his twin sister, Ciaragan. Batu. Failure. Being captured and tortured again.

relationships——

SPOUSE:

Esme Sunshard

CHILDREN:

None

PARENTS:

Mother: Deima Bael'Nar (Deceased) Father: Ceres Bael'Nar (Deceased)

SIBLINGS:

@thegildedlady‘s Ciaragan, his twin sister

OTHER RELATIVES:

Going with unknown here because who really knows.

traits——

• extroverted / introverted / in between.

• disorganized / organized / in between.

• close minded / open-minded / in between.

• calm / anxious / in between.

• disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

• cautious / reckless / in between.

• patient / impatient / in between.

• outspoken / reserved / in between.

• leader / follower / in between.

• empathetic / indifferent / in between.

• optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

• traditional / modern / in between.

• hard-working / lazy / in between.

• cultured / uncultured / in between.

• loyal / disloyal / in between.

• assertive / timid / in between.

additional information—— —

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

extra——

FACIAL REFERENCE(S): Ranveer Singh

A gilded scroll with a small satchel is delivered by way of the post. Within the satchel is gold dust that shimmers with a warm glow. Likewise, the color sticks to the skin and the clothes, leaving behind a pleasant little mess. Once the scroll is unrolled, it reveals an invitation and a small note written on parchment in luminous ink.

Please find enclosed a taste of what is to come. This will be a celebration and such, all those that come can expect to find themselves with food in their bellies, music in their ears, and gold at their fingertips. Guests are encouraged to invite and bring any that wish to partake in the festivities. Dress for dancing and dress to become gilded.

Hello everyone! Firstly, I want to say thank you so much for having an interest in being involved in this. It means a lot to me (and @pyrar!). This wedding has been a long time coming and while a private ceremony fit their stories much better, we wanted to have a reception with all of you.

This will be a social event! Feel free to have your character invite others, bring friends, and have a good time! We will have the music site up for people to toss in whatever songs they want (though we may RP certain dances with certain songs regardless of what is playing - just little important things).

Likewise, thanks to Tyleril (Tylenol) whom helped me immensely, everyone that comes will be stocked with enchanted dust. This is a standing for gold dust that will be around the reception area. I totally encourage you all to have a good time with it! RP tossing it around at each other, get messy, and have fun!

I look forward to seeing you all there! Sunday, June 11 @ 7pm server time. ♥

SSSSSSS-THUNK

The swift momentum of an arrow to her shoulder spun Vivvienne away from the Dread Commander Baal and to the sight of the withering Nightfallen that had just taken four more arrows that put him down with a pitiful wail. The slow creep of dread and the idea of defeat had just started to enter her mind.

“Spectre?” She called up to Esme as she tried to raise herself from her knees. She wasn’t sure why she had called out to her because something in her gut knew what would be called for next.

“Retreat! Albion has fallen and our mission has failed! Gather the wounded and retreat! Go!! Go!! GO!!” Esme’s orders barked in her ear and the world seemed to spin in slow motion. She seemed to be stuck to the ground, watching the carnage around her as the pathfinder next to her took off in a sprint.

Her eyes widened as she felt her feet fall out from under her before she could even take a step. Her fingernails tore at the blood stained ground, trying to purchase some sort of hold, but Baal’s chain grip already had her flying through the air, set to land in front of him. Whatever cry of pain she would have had was swallowed by the sheer terror of the demon that lay before her. With one last burst of energy she began to siphon the very soul from the Dread Commander, hoping that this would give her the energy that she needed to turn and run.

The adrenaline that ran through her veins strengthened her and told her that it was time to run. She dare take no more time chipping away at the creature’s life. The battle however had begun to take its toll and she didn’t make it very far before another arrow sunk itself into her thigh. She looked up to see her once clear path blocked from behind with a slew of archers and bodies. She was alone.

She wanted to call out for Faervell, Esme, even the Sentinel, but those were few precious moments that she did not have. With her mortality creeping ever closer, she made the decision to turn and limp towards the cover of the brush just beyond the ruins.

When she reached the relative safety of the others her eyes scanned those that made it out alive. So few. She wanted to collapse and rest, though the slightest bend made her ache, the shaft of the arrow being made very apparent. Instead she ended up looking like a mechanized creature that was shut down for the night, bent over and legs very slightly bent. She wasn’t able to bring anyone back with her. She had failed.

I am obsessed with them!!!!