Appearance —

Gender: Female

Race: Sin’dorei

Height: 5′8″

Eye Color: Arcane blue

Hair Color:  Starlight white

Build: Sporty and lithe

Skin Tone: Sunkissed with freckling on her shoulders and cheeks

Piercings/Tattoos: Single in each lobe and three helix piercings in each ear. Her left arm has a thicket of ranunculus blooms, pomegranates in various states of fruiting, branches, leaves and a snake winding through it all from her forearm up to her shoulder. Both nipples are pierced with little barbells.

Scars: She has a thin, inch long scar on the inside of her forearm near the crook of her elbow from some kind of blade

Common Accessories:  Enchanted gold stacking rings, little emerald earrings, aesthetically stacked necklaces, perfume that smells pleasantly like honeysuckle, gardenia and grapefruit

Likeness:  Hayley Atwell

Personal Information —

Profession: Mercenary; owner of Flowerhouse, a company that produces floral arrangements for events in the "off-season" when the crew isn't active out in the world

Languages: Thalassian, Common, basic Darnassian

Residence: A tree that's slowly being grown into a house within a tree on what's left of the Sunmote family lands in Eversong Woods

Birthplace: Quel’thalas

Birthday: November 11

Religion:  None

Patron Deity:  None

Fears: Dying alone, her migraines

Relationships —

Relationship Status:  Widowed, currently single

Spouse: Halandir Tel'vaiel (deceased)

Children:  Sylmae Tel'vaiel (deceased) and Finn Tel'vaiel (deceased)

Parents:  Finniall Sunmote (deceased) and Cosima Sunmote (deceased)

Siblings:  Pyraelia Sunmote

Other Relatives: Keranna Zerine, second cousin

Pets: Rue, a magic cat

Sex & Romance —

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Libido: Moderate

Turn ons: Skill, wit, charm, intelligence and people who are a little bit dangerous

Turn offs: Whining, poor hygiene, cruelty and playing dumb

Love Language:  Gifts and physical touch

Relationship Tendencies: She's likes being doted on by her partner and going out and about with her partner because it's fun to show off, but also appreciates having her own life, independence and time alone

Favorites —

Favorite food:  Macarons, baklava and meze

Favorite drink:  Wine

Favorite scents:  Sea air, citrus, petrichor and the faint florals when you first step into a garden

Favorite person: @pyraelia

RP Hooks —

Fallen Nobility - Fiorenze was born into the Sunmote family, a line that has patents of nobility stretching back to Zin'azshari. She married into the Tel'vaiel family, a few ranks up from her own, and spent most of her life in the Court of Silvermoon navigating high elven politics. She recently abdicated the Tel'vaiel titles and retains the Sunmote titles as a formality — what is left of those lands is not enough to hold any weight in the Regency

Druid - she's one of the rare Sin'dorei with nature magic, her affinity with flowers is clear and the arrangements she puts together through her business Flowerhouse tend to live weeks longer than the competition

HOW TO CONTACT:

OoC feel free to contact me here on tumblr.

IC I can be found in-game under the name Sunmote on Wyrmrest Accord. If you see me, please feel free to say hello!

"Gods, Fio is a stunning woman.

There are books that tell of women who are dangerous to behold, oft due to their pointed intellect and demeanour. Fiorenze is a magnificently sharp one, both of tongue and of mind. I would not doubt that all parts of her encompass such ideals, that serrated edge and beauty, along with all of the shades in between. I have a great deal of respect for her, though do find her very intimidating, which really only attracts me to her more.

If I were a moth, she would certainly be my demise."

—-—-—

"Lady Keranna is so very much the lady that I find myself rather awe-inspired by her.

She carries herself with so much grace, so much dignity and composure, as if there is naught in the world that could knock her from atop the pedestal in which she stands. She is quite the woman to behold. Powerful without being overbearing in her strength and resilience. Intelligent in conversation without paving the way towards patronising.

If there is truly such a thing as 'nobility,' Keranna is the very definition of it."

“Fio made my life so much easier when I joined the company. I may have run off that first week, but she and I would talk and somehow it helped me focus on adapting, at least a little.” A warm look passed over her features, “She didn’t have to, she barely knew me and yet she took the time to help me and I will be ever grateful.” Wrapping her hands around one knee she leaned back a little, “After that she has offered advice and help too. With more than just the mercenary work. I really appreciate that she has taken the time like that with me. I think she is a really strong woman who helps others, wanting to help them find a strength in themselves as well.”

(Thanks @saltsparkle)

Xylaes and Stellan stepped out into the Dalaran streets after ensuring everything within The Red Moon was secured so it wouldn’t shift during teleportation. Both men were fully decked out in their gear, with weapons in hand and strapped to their sides or backs. They didn’t fully know what to expect on the other side, but given Vixannya’s macabre premonition and Stellan’s insistence they be war ready - anything could happen. 

An eerie silence spread throughout the streets as the city around them shimmered and the scattered runes came to life. It didn’t feel like stepping through a portal, there was no footstep onto a new surface, but instead a strange shift within as everything abruptly blinked into a clear, early evening sky. Everyone glanced around to each other and upwards with looks of varying emotions and amounts of caution. Xylaes could hear Stellan murmur quietly to himself, “This isn’t right…”

“What do y—” Words were cut short by the telltale sound of a portal opening nearby, and then another, and another, and then a scream of terror. It all happened in the blink of an eye, there was so little time to react. The once clear sky was now suddenly blotted out with gaping void portals that poured forth a swarming army of Nerubians into the Dalaran streets.

They all knew the evacuation procedure for their specific area: Get to Krasus’ Landing to get flown or portaled away to safety. Not that either men were going to go there right now, there were still dozens of civilians left within the city that would stand no chance against such attackers. There was a silent understanding between the two as they headed towards that nearby scream with weapons drawn and at the ready. 

The massive, armored creature may have had heavy defenses, but it was slow and weak underneath that protective exoskeleton. Although catching a glimpse of Fiorenze in the distance nearly threw him off as he rolled out of the way of one of the barbed legs cracking into the ground next to him. She was one of the few that reached out to him to warn him about the city, yet here she was in the middle of it. He knew the look he gave her was not a pleasant one, but this was no time for pleasantries. Hopefully she would be okay.

His attention returned to insectoids in front of him, slashing his way through with his sword and dagger as both men made their way into the Legerdemain Lounge and up the stairs towards the screams and shouting. A door had been barricaded from the inside with a handful of the smaller creatures doing a great job of weakening the wood by slamming themselves into it. They weren’t here just to take the city, they were here to murder everyone in it as well. The skilled fighters dispatched the smaller Nerubians easily before pounding on the door, “Come out and we’ll get you to safety!”

After some loud rummaging, the door creaked open to reveal some of the Lounge’s staff, recoiling slightly at the scene before them. Given how Stellan now appeared to be covered head to toe in bug viscera and blood, Xy assumed he looked much the same. A younger, white-haired Kaldorei came out with them and for just a brief moment Xy’s breath caught in his throat, but no, it wasn’t Garren, thank the Light. Garren was safe, he had to keep reminding himself of that.

“Follow me out, stay close together, Xy take the rear.” Xylaes did just that, shuffling everyone down the steps and out into the streets. It was nothing but mass chaos at this point. The military and other brave individuals were doing the best they could to round up the terrified citizens, but Dalaran was clearly not prepared for this. There was no ‘fight, kill, and save the city’ protocol to be done for this, but instead a ‘save lives, run, and evacuate’.

They managed to pick up a few more civilians along their way, as well as some wielding various weapons in an attempt to help fight off the enclosing swarm. The young Kaldorei just in front of Xylaes let out an abrupt shriek and fell to his knees as his foot got stuck in a sticky web, “Help, I’m stuck!”

Xy immediately started clearing the web with his dagger, yanking on the young boy’s foot until it was free and shoved him forward, “GO! Catch up to them!” He drew his revolver and exploded one of the heads of the Nerubians diving towards the Kaldorei as he continued to run after them. A sudden, piercing pain in his calf caused him to stumble only slightly, aiming the revolver over his shoulder as he laid waste to another one of those flying beasts.

The feeling was almost instant: The dry mouth, the blurry vision, the foggy brain and numbness spreading upwards from where his calf had been punctured by something. Poison. Sheathing his dagger, he held an empty hand out in the empty space before him to ensure he didn’t run into anything. All he had to do was to keep walking forward. He tried to call out, but his voice came out in a strangled gasp as he stumbled. 

But he kept going, because that’s what he always did. This felt more like a paralyzing agent than anything deadly, he knew his poisons well. Just a few more steps. His foot stuck to the ground, immediately reaching down to feel the thick web starting to coil around his ankle. He tried to retrieve his dagger to cut it away, but his arms felt so heavy now. Head lolling to one side, he squinted and thought he saw Stellan running towards him, hearing the man’s muffled voice shouting in his direction.

But it was too late, he was already cocooned up to his waist, then his chest, and just as it overtook his vision he slipped into darkness.

“Fiorenze is coming back this evening, I’m not sure if that changes your plans at all.” 

Keranna managed not to frown, and continued her slow pace at brushing Pyraelia’s long, freshly colored lavender hair, “It doesn’t, but I can make myself scarce. Does she know you rehired me?” 

“I did tell her, yes. It wasn’t right for her to just fire you like that. You’re still family, and frankly I make more money now so it makes sense for your salary to fall to me now,” she sighed and shrugged, “Not that she needs to know the reasoning; it’ll bruise her.” 

That was certainly true, “She’s had enough of that lately, I think. I appreciate your warning all the same.” 

Pyraelia smiled at her through the mirror, but she couldn’t tell if it was with pity, sympathy or a mix of both, “You were only doing what our mother told you to do, Ker, and she was only doing what she thought was best for her daughter.” 

What they thought was best condemned them all in the end, though, didn’t it? Times had certainly changed. She stayed quiet, a tactic that had long worked in this family. 

“Besides, what noble family doesn’t have a dozen skeletons buried in the closet? You’ve kept ours protected admirably and loved us all the same,” there was an earnestness in the younger Sunmote’s voice that settled in a pit deep in her stomach. 

She smiled wryly and set the brush aside, “And I’ll do so until the day I die, Miss Sunmote. Would you like tea set in the new library?” 

“Oh, let’s do the old library. I want Fiorenze to see it cleaned out so I can talk to her about turning it into a proper conservatory — that would let her expand from the greenhouse terrace.” 

Pyraelia wasn’t wrong, of course. The Sunmotes, and by extension their cousins the Zerines, had centuries of pasts and troubles to go with them. Some of those skeletons were her own. 

She was, at least, out of sight when Fiorenze swept onto the floor that housed the old library — but not earshot. 

Her former charge’s familiar voice echoed a little off the stone in the cavernously empty room that had once housed collections of books and art, “Xylaes will be coming by sometime this weekend. Please be civil.” 

“Of course I’ll be civil, unless he isn’t. What does he want?” she could hear the roll of Pyraelia’s eyes, even if she wasn’t there to see it herself. 

“To talk. I don’t know about what, and I don’t know how long it will take. If I had to guess he’s finally going to formally end our…” It was hard to hear how that sentence actually ended as the girls moved out of range of her hearing.

That was all good information to eavesdrop on, and she’d make sure the easy snacks and drinks were readily available in the kitchen for Fiorenze to get for herself.

Garren set his suitcase down on the twin bed before scanning the small room: A table with a single chair, a nightstand by the bed with a lamp, a wash basin with a mirror, and some scattered shelving here and there. The bathroom and the kitchen would be a shared space with everyone else on the floor; most of which were young military so at least they were clean and courteous. It wasn’t much, but this was now home. 

After spending about a week staying in a spare room of Lady Tel’vaiel’s tower in Dalaran, Xylaes had managed to secure him his own space in the city. It was an extreme downgrade from his previous quarters, Garren had never seen such lavishness in his entire life during his week in the tower. He was afraid to touch anything, assuming it to probably cost way more than anything he had ever owned. He didn’t realize sheets and towels could be so soft, finding any reason to take a bath in the massive clawfoot tub or sleep in for as long as he could manage. It was like being on vacation, but ten times better than any vacation he had ever gone on in the past.

When not enjoying the luxurious sheets, he spent the nights wandering the common rooms to look at all the intricate artwork and fancy decorations on display. He would be less likely to run into anyone else in the middle of the night, feeling awkward enough being put up in a place like this with little notice. He probably should have told his father sooner that he was leaving Moonglade, but he also expected that he would be staying with Xylaes himself. Of course the moment he stepped foot into The Red Moon, he realized exactly what the place was. He would play dumb and pretend he didn’t, for now; no one wanted to have that awkward conversation, him especially. 

At least his hostesses had been most gracious despite his unexpected appearance. Pyraelia had even offered to give him a tour around Dalaran since he had never been before. He declined, assuming she had only made the offer to be polite. Being a burden was something he tried to avoid doing ever since Teldrassil was destroyed. It was always easier to keep his head down even if it meant his needs went unmet. That, and it was all just much too overwhelming: This was a massive change for him and he was terrified. Best to keep a low profile for now.

It was a relief to finally leave his temporary housing, this tiny space was much more his speed. He flipped open his suitcase and removed a few framed pictures to set out on his nightstand. The first was of him and his grandparents, taken just a week before they perished in the fires in Darnassus. The second was of him and his mother, Callia, when he was only a baby. He had her eyes and her hair, but he definitely took after his father more. 

The third and final picture was of him and Xylaes, the same picture that Callia also had in Maldraxxus. He so desperately wished he could have gone to the Shadowlands to visit her, and now it was too late. But it was her wish for him and his father to reunite and to be a family as they always should have been. He was trying; that’s why he came here in the first place, but it had proven to be a difficult road thus far. Lips sank into a small frown as he studied the picture before shutting it inside the nightstand drawer. He wasn’t quite ready for that one to be on display just yet.

TW: Blood, suggested suffocation

Going with this storyline: Prologue -> Here Fio Day 1 -> Here Xylaes Day 1 -> Here Pyraelia Day 2 -> Here Taric Day 3 -> Here Lynesse Day 3 -> Here Sheizara Day 4 -> Here

“Welp. The ambition was there. Execution was shit.” Red could appreciate a good attempt at a power grab, but even he knew that fucking with cursed objects would probably end in tears, and possibly death. He had encountered plenty of questionable artifacts in his travels aboard the Lady Lillium, and it was almost always the upper class that were the most interested in taking them off their hands. Needless to say, this was not his first rodeo.

Taric stared at the sedated woman in confusion, canting his head to one side. “Strange…”

“Hmmm?” Red set down his pack near the foot of the bed, glancing over towards the younger man.

“Part of her is still here…” Taric stepped closer and grabbed ‘Fiorenze’s’ wrist, lifting it as he studied the ring she wore. He ran a thumb along the leaf-shaped emeralds, pausing on one of the stones in particular. “In here.”

“Soulstone?” He shook his head and rolled his eyes with a smirk. Of course. 

“Yep. So what are you thinking?” Taric draped her hand back atop the bed and stepped away, letting Red do his thing. 

This was definitely the older man’s area of expertise and the reason why Taric had wanted to bring him along in the first place. Drawing souls out of bodies was a dangerous process, especially if the soul was unwilling to leave. The trick was fooling them into thinking they had somewhere better to go.

Red moved in towards the bed, grabbing Fio’s hand to study the ring. “Well. Easier than I thought this would be, to be honest. She’s got the perfect vessel right here.” He wiggled the gold ring right off her finger, holding it up to the light to study it a little better. “We just need to make it a little more inhabitable, while making her actual body intolerable to remain within.”

With that comment, Red removed a switchblade from his boot and snapped it open. He pushed up her sleeve before dragging the sharp edge along the inside of her forearm until red beads began to bloom from the shallow incision. Blood, above all else, was always one of the strongest reagents that could be used as a lure of sorts. The invading soul was currently blind and probably still a bit lost living within this body; she was still ‘fresh’ and unaccustomed to this new space, so coaxing her out shouldn’t be too difficult. He hoped.

The ring was pressed face down into the blood until the stones were thoroughly coated, then the sleeve was shoved back down. Someone could dress that later, not his problem. “Alright…” He looked over at Taric. “I need you to take that pillow and press it down over her face.”

“...Excuse me?” Taric wanted to help, but he sure as hell didn’t think it would involve smothering a noblewoman.

“Like I said, we need to make the body intolerable to remain within. If the body feels like it’s dying, the soul will look for somewhere safe to go.” He wiggled the little ring between forefinger and thumb. “I don’t want you to actually — no you know what…here, you hold this and I’ll do that.” He’s also pretty sure there were a few other inhabitants within the house that would skin them alive if she actually died, so it was better for him to do the dirty work. Just in case. Plus, it was just a little breath play, right? He was well versed in that. “Just press it stone down against her chest.” With a little adjustment, he shifted her robes down just enough to bare some skin in the vicinity above her heart.

“...Okay…” Uncertainty touched Taric’s voice, but he trusted Red’s ways. Maybe the methods seemed a touch barbaric, but coaxing out a soul was much easier on the host’s body than having to rip it from them. With Taric pressing the ring to Fio’s chest and Red now holding a hand over her mouth while pinching her nose shut, this would be quite the scandalous scene should anyone enter. Thankfully the door was shut and bolted. No one else needed to know what happened in that room.