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Illdraes

Her birth father who she hadn’t met for 7,000~ years. During her reclusion, she had built up an image of who he was ―very starry eyed and unrealistic expectations. There was no possible way the person he actually was could live up to her expectations, but she didn’t expect such a broken & cruel individual to be her father. 

She struggles immensely to accept who he is, flaws and all, because she’s seen how ruthless he can be. He embodies everything she’s not; he’s apathetic, cynical, and vindictive. He pushes her to be like him in subtle ways which bothers her because she knows if he had planned to have a daughter, she wouldn’t be what he’d want. She feels like a disappointment to him. 

But she tries her best to kindle a relationship with him all the same. It can be exhausting at times.

Syrelia

Her birth mother who was very much an absentee parent for most of Sylrisa’s life. She took Sylrisa to temple used by the Sisterhood of Elune and left her with the priestesses there. At first, she showed up actively to make sure Sylrisa was alright where she had left her. Often times sneaking into the temple during the day to wake her. But as years went on, she visited less and less frequently.

She poured fear into Sylrisa, instilled in her that her bloodline would be weaponized against her by those who hated Highborne and that she’d be exiled like the others if she didn’t hide herself away. It’s left lasting effects on Sylrisa, but she still loves her mother regardless. She believes her mother was just trying to do what was best for her. ―Until recently, at least.

Now, after Sylrelia vindictively murdered Illdraes & Olivia’s child in cold blood out, she believes her mother to be a true monster.

Elindrina

Who Sylrisa refers to as her adoptive mother. Where Illdraes falls short in being a parent and there for his own child, Elindrina picks up his slack and offers parental insight into the problems Sylrisa faces. In recent times, she’s taken to living with Elindrina instead of her father. They’ve grown rather close and Sylrisa feels inclined to trust her adoptive mother more because she respects boundaries better. ―Or at least, acts like she does.

She often shares her worries and problems with Elindrina for insight instead of asking her father for advice. Although in recent times, she’s slowly waned from doing such because she’s noticed it’s causing a rift between her father and Elindrina. She feels guilty about that and isn’t quite sure how to navigate her relationship with either.

Olivia

Someone she saw as a mother figure despite not knowing for very long. Olivia and Sylrisa had a strange first encounter that should’ve led to Olivia seeming very untrustworthy. But, instead, because Olivia took her to meet her father later on, she warmed up and placed her faith in her. 

It was Olivia who improved her balance by frequently working with Sylrisa despite being pregnant for the majority of that time. Olivia’s death, despite how cruel and deranged she acted, has hit Sylrisa rather hard. She still mourns for her loss.

Vitani

On a few occasions when she had plans with Merry, the woman she’s courting, but couldn’t make it ―she’s always sent a letter to explain why and apologize. Often she includes cookies or something else that she baked to try to make up for the inconvenience. 

A question that’d only ever be met with a favorable answer if Sylrisa answered! 

Truthfully, though, she only finds some of them supportive. 

Her father tries to be supportive but ultimately is very condescending of actions or ideas he disagrees with. Such as Sylrisa’s relationship with Merry, a human woman she’s courting. 

Recently she’s met her uncle, Ectriel, who she has quickly grown to like. There’s not been many instances for her to discover if he’d be supportive but she feels as though she could trust him.

(Answering these IC !)

33. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

“If the criticism comes from a person who has the merit to give it then I’ll listen. Otherwise...” He gave a languid half-shrug.

37. Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Illdraes squinted. “Honor? Status? Neither of them mean much to me. I suppose the latter has some use though. While I don’t care what people think of me, my shop is my livelihood and any negative attention surrounding it hurts business.”

38. Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

“A worg,” he drawled out. His gaze shifted into the distance as he thought back to a time many moons ago. “When I was an adolescent in the forests. I wandered out, much to my parent’s disapproval, and ran into one. My father left his tools out in the open so before I left I took one with me which luckily saved my life but not before the beast bit me and left its mark.”

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

A wordless answer in the form of a devious smirk touched his lips. He canted his head to the side coyly then offered a one-shouldered shrug.

45. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

( ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them )

Blood dripped onto the stone rim of the moonwell. The bustling denizens around him elicited a few ear twitches but his focus remained on his bruised form, and the gushing wound on his chest. He strung the needle through one piece of open flesh then began threading it through another an inch or so away. Stray strands of hair were tossed about wildly and matted to his forehead, giving him a limited perspective which -- in addition to shaky hands -- contributed to the metal poking into the wound instead.

“Damn it,” he muttered out. The bloodied needle slipped out of his grasp onto his lap and he lowered his gaze to the tinges of violet sprinkled across his skin. When he glanced back into the crowd, he noticed a robed woman standing in front of him. The only visible skin was a dainty chin and high cheekbones that were barely covered by a low-hanging cowl. Nevertheless, her noble features seemed familiar or rather how well hidden they were did.

She moved to sit beside him and took one of his battered hands into her clothed ones. “It seems every time you return to the village that you bear three new wounds.” The voice was unexpected. It was strangely melodic with a twinge of an accent. Her fingers tugged gently on the needle which he relinquished control of without too much resistance.

The thread pierced through his skin and the edge of the gash was tied together. She paused briefly from her task to glance up at him as if expecting some sort of explanation. He peered down the length of his nose at her; it was odd for someone to help him tend to his wounds. Odder yet for it to be the stranger who had shown up only a few weeks ago. His non-answer was answer enough for her.

She returned her gaze to the separation in his skin. The makings of laughter rumbled in her chest, little high-pitched notes that rose quickly, but were quelled by a well-timed cough. “I see. Not to worry. I need not know your life-story only your name if you could be so kind.” The tips of his ears flushed mauve. Words rose to his tongue but a pained groan ripped out instead as the needle sewed his skin together.

“Illdraes,” he finally managed to get out through gritted teeth.

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

Shal’serrar (Night/Shadow Blade) has stuck the longest. It’s his alias that he gave to himself when dealing with the unsavory sort. He’s been using it since just after the War of the Ancients.

Ana’shal (My Night) was given to him by Sythro, who in return was dubbed Ana’kal (My Star). Others in the Circle Garden referred to him as such on occasion. 

Guard Dog was one he has a habit of being called. He rarely allowed Sythro out of his sight during business meetings or when she was in Stormwind. Some found his behavior aggravating hence the nickname with a more derogatory spin.

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

Answered previously! 

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

Claustrophobia is one of his fears which was developed because of an excursion with the Circle Garden. They visited a cave to find an artifact and along the way some of the ground began giving away. Despite having the ability to escape, Illdraes waited and pushed one of the other employees out of the cave-in because that’s what he was paid to do. Since then, he gets antsy when in very enclosed spaces.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

ಠ_ಠ Normal underwear given the era Warcraft is set in? I’m not sure what’d that be.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 

People watching, or just stalking, in crowded areas. He gets morbidly curious about peoples’ day-to-day routine or what’s going on in Stormwind. Though 9/10 times he won’t care too much about them. He just finds them entertaining.

Un-guilty pleasure is definitely his panther cub, Na’mu. Showing any affection towards him and coddling him like a son. He loves animals but Na’mu has a sweet spot in his heart.

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

As a young adult, Illdraes believed that he would never amount to much. After the War of the Ancients he took to druidism but found he didn’t have the patience for it. Despite this he found purpose in Ashamane’s teachings even if the other aspects of druidism didn’t fit with his way of life.

As of now, he believes that love is a pointless notion. There was a time when he was fueled by his love for another but both times he’s found that a greater purpose in life called to them and they had to leave. Circumstances have always left him the odd man out. 

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

He dislikes people he talk too much or too loudly, finding them to be the people who have the least to say that’s meaningful. Those who perpetuate the idea of nobility and its importance are met with his ire and likely ridiculed.

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

( Anemone - What was the worst rejection that your muse has experienced? )

The patter of tiny footsteps echoed along the lavish streets of Zin-Azshari. Fonts of arcane light hung overhead in the beautifully crafted streetlamps. With wide-eyed wonder, a small boy rounded the corner of the street. “Draes!” A woman’s voice with motherly affection floated after him. “Do not venture too far ahead, my dear.” She tugged with her a worn cart brimmed with raw materials several lengths behind him.

The boy threw a cheshire grin over his shoulder. “Ok, min’da!” His eyes gleamed at a pair of elves further down the row of houses; a mother and daughter adorned in vibrantly multi-colored garments. Other children were a sight to see for an only child whose family lived in mild seclusion. Only when they traveled to deliver their wares was he so fortunate to see others his age.

The carefully carved stone lining the pathway scuffed against his bare flesh as he dashed in their direction. A curious look was cast in his direction by the young girl, unsure what to make of a crudely dressed boy coming towards her. “Ishnu-alah! Do you want to be friends?” He belted out, scampering to a stop a few feet away from them. The mother glanced down at him, finally taking notice of the oddity on her streets, then ushered her child forward to move past the boy.

After a brief moment, he reached out to grab the girl’s shoulder. “Did you hear m-” The words were cut off by a thrum of arcane before the boy managed to touch the silk cloth. His body was thrown backwards a couple of inches so that he landed on his backside. Tears welled up in his eyes as he glanced between the two of them. A placid ignorance was all he was met with when searching the other child’s eyes but her mother had utter disgust plastered upon her countenance.