#halcyonasilversun

80′s Version

Aelberyn - She Blinded Me With Science by Thomas Dolby

Aeviera - Gloria by Laura Brannigan

Binny - Stray Cat Strut by the Stray Cats

Centori - Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves by Annie Lennox & Aretha Franklin

Ciaran - Tainted Love by Soft Cell

Dice - It’s Raining Men by the Weathergirls

Favrielle - I Know What Boys Like by The Waitresses

Haly - Lips Like Sugar by Echo & the Bunny Men and Lovesong byThe Cure

Helal - Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar

Iloam - Come On, Eileen by Dexy’s Midnight Runners

Izzie - Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

Jericho - Sharp Dressed Man by ZZ Top

Kari - Africa by Toto

Kharris - Rio by Duran Duran

Meryn - Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol

Riahanna - Solitude Standing by Suzanne Vega

Ralond - Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears

Sohaib - Eye of the Tiger by Survivor

Theron - Relax (Don't Do It) by Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Xanelen - Doctor, Doctor by The Thompson Twins

Zala - Break My Stride by Matthew Wilder

“She seems so much older than she is. I sometimes worry that the lifestyle she lead before might stop her from seeing what she deserves. A bit amusing that another younger woman has gravitated toward Kari and myself. I know that I don’t mind as she is family and while doesn’t need my protection, certainly still has it.”

OOC time!

It’s been such a pleasure rping with you and it makes me excited we were still able to work things out despite a few setbacks. Haly is a wonderful character and you are awesome! Thanks for being so interested in our little world!

She is pretty secure in herself because of a lifetime of experience that proved that if she could not be then no one else would place their trust in her. 

As for a time when she was truly lost? It was after her parents had died, and then she went and offed the tribe that was responsible. It was hard to reconcile the fact that she actually enjoyed the act. She was always a fiery child with a lot of anger problems, so that was a release that had been long needed.

I think if it had not happened, she would have been a very different person. Though the downside to it, is that she sort of just existed for a lot of years after that. Hunting, and studying when she could get her hands on text. She didn’t speak for at least a year after that even when she did encounter people. Everyone thought she was mute and that was fine with her. 

It’s something that she does not ever speak of actually as it was a very dark time of her life but also made her who she is today.

Cen practices every day, and always has. It’s relaxing for her, no matter how hard she pushes. Most of her life has been dedicated to her skills, so she doesn’t want to have them dulled. To mix things up, she goes for hunts. Sometimes alone, and sometimes with others which is her way of gleaning information about their skills.

As far as classes, she does attend them from time to time. Whether it be on a subject that interests her or not, she likes to learn. It is also useful for her work as it gives her a deeper well of knowledge to pull from.

Plus she is always studying language, whether that be from a book or in person, the latter she prefers most. 

Cen was contemplative for a few quiet moments before regarding the red head. “An interesting question certainly, and perhaps my answer seems silly but...” She hesitated for the briefest time then offered a smile.

“It would be my father’s voice. He could quiet the deepest storm that raged within me by simply saying my name. It’s a hard balance to my disdain for the man with such a desire. All I knew of him for so long was that he was a gentle and kind man.” A sigh slipped from her lips. 

“I suppose that is still true no matter what I know now.”

It was one of those days where the gloom in her heart was simply too much to suppress, and so, she didn’t.  Sitting alone in one of the many spots she’d chosen out in Eversong for times when solitude was her best companion, Halcyona’s eyes were set in a weary face as she allowed the clouds darkening her mind and soul free reign.  Long ago having learned that she could only fight them so long, it felt somehow appropriate to let it show to the eternal spring of Eversong Woods.

Eyes shut, she might have looked asleep, her back against one of the many trees near the shore well past the most tame parts of the forest, were it not for the occasional soft sob, and fresh flow of tears down her face.  Having found the secluded corners of Silvermoon, what few there were, inadequate to prevent her discovery, the Huntress felt far more secure here, with only the open sky and creatures of the forest to see her pain.

I’m done running.

I’ve been running away from life ever since the day Quel'thalas fell.

The Huntress looked about her new residence. It wasn’t large, ostentatious, or particularly prestigious. But it was hers, and save for the Frostwolf who shared it with her, hers alone.

I’m done selling myself to people who won’t fight their own wars.

Five rooms in total, was all there was to it. The thick, Eversong oak front door, which she planned to secure with a lock of her own design, led directly to the main room. Bookshelves, a single table, and a handful of comfortable chairs made it snug next to the fireplace and fur rug.

I’m done fleeing from memories.

The kitchen was of little note. Big enough for her and perhaps a handful of others to sit at the small table therein. Enough for Haly to comfortably feed herself and Kalaika each day.

I’m done living my life like I owe someone. I owe myself.

Only a few steps would bring her to the bedroom, where a bed big enough for three had been moved in by surprised laborers. The furs, she’d supplied for herself. In practice, the “for three” meant that Kallie couldn’t take more than two thirds. It didn’t even cross the Huntress mind to make a separate sleeping arrangement for the Frostwolf, as often as she’d fallen asleep against her fuzzy flank out in Frostfire.

I’m done judging myself by the worth others put to me. That measure is nothing that can’t be taken away.

Last, save for the spiral staircase leading up, was the storeroom. Name bespoke function, and she’d made sure the enchantments keeping her stocks fresh had been tended to before taking ownership of the little residence.

I’m done putting my heart into people who just move on when it’s easier.

Ascending the staircase at the back of Haly’s new home, one would find the most eclectic chamber of them all. Spanning the full reach of the floor below in its dominion, her sanctum was that of an engineer. Tools, completed works, and what she’d been left with all resided here, including the three dragonling doppelgangers that had never been brought to life.

Standing in the midst of the orchard where the fruits of her own labors now lived, the crimson haired Sin'dorei watched the dragonlings thoughtfully. To her own surprise, the pang in her heart was dull at the thought of who two of them were to be gifted to, instead searching for an answer within herself. She’d considered scrapping them all just this morning.

…But there’s still room in this heart for more than just me. I’m done closing it off.

Walking to the cigar box sized container on her workbench, Halcyona flipped the lid open with a quick swipe of fingers. Within lay ten years of life for each of the three, in the form of an equal triplet of hand made power cores.

Pressing the cylinder into the rack beneath the crimson scaled constructs chest, the Huntress watched, fascinated, despite knowing what would happen. Retracting into the body cavity, as designed, the ribcage closed around the newly installed electric heart. A few moments later, the neck craned to look at she who gave life.

“Hey there.” the Huntress intoned, knowing it was a construct, and yet unable to stop smiling. Having only known she’d programmed them to be harmless, Haly knew nothing of what to expect otherwise, letting chaotic algorithms run their course. Thus, she was quite startled as the mechanical creature scrambled up her still outstretched arm to alight across her shoulders.

I made this moment for myself. I can make more like it.

Seated on the soil where her home once stood, the crimson haired Sin'dorei was unaware of the unnatural gaze fixed upon her. And just as ignorance was bliss, so too was it an unwitting defense against the miasma of memory, thought and obsession that melted through the mind behind empty sockets where blue eyes once gazed upon her.

Always at a distance, and yet no less devoted for the separation. Such had always been the way of things between them, until the day he had fallen in her name. Whether that name was Silversun or Autumndawn hardly mattered, for they were one and the same. And no name could account for the debt owed.

As she was now, so was the Huntress then. Alive, feeling the warmth of the world around her, and moving beyond days long past as if they had ceased to matter. Both were an affront to the selflessness shown, and a perversion of what fate had intended.

Such was his certainty that it had long crossed the border into the clarity of the mad.

The sight of the elf dredged forth memories of living. Of life. And he began to lose perception of the world outside of his own head as the images filled in for the sight and sound of undead senses…

Training. Out of the hundred and odd, largely hand picked by the assassin who now moulded them into something new, she’d stood out from day one. In skill, she was but another Duskwhisper, equally favored and despised in turn by their instructors. But to him, she had become the center of another world entirely.

Stolen glances, and odd moments he’d found to just watch the crimson haired elf, were as far as he’d ever gotten once she’d started differentiating him from the rest at all. Always was there a distraction, a task, and an enemy that held her attention elsewhere. Always something that seemed to keep them as nothing more than comrades in arms.

And so it remained, right up until the moment he’d taken the wound that marked the start of the transition from living to undead. A blow that would have surely taken Haly’s life had it landed. Instead, the man whose name had been…

The hazy barrage of memory cut off with the sharpness of an axe blow as he came to, staring at an empty patch of ground where the focus of his obsession had been, seemingly moments ago. A moments consideration of tracking her through Eversong was toyed with, then set aside. Clearly, today was not the day her rightful debt be repaid.

It hardly mattered when, really, that the start of her transition took place. Only that it did. Only that the wrong, the karmic debt, in his warped mind were set right. The dead could, after all, afford to wait.