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The Basics –––

Full Name: Mirabella Starsorrow

Nickname: Mira

Age: mid 40’s equivalent

Birthday: Summer

Race: Sin’dorei

Gender: female

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance –––

Hair: dark brown and wavy, falling down her back to brush the backs of her wrists

Eyes: fel green

Height: 5’11

Build: soft and curvaceous

Distinguishing Marks: beauty mark on her left breast that’s at her cleavage.

Scars: none of note

Tattoos: none

Piercings: ears several times

Common Accessories: a single pearl on a silver chain

Likeness: Gemma Arterton

Personal Information –––

Profession: Madame of the Velvet Pearl Teahouse

Hobbies: reading tarot cards and tea leaves, making beaded necklaces, painting and reading

Languages: Thalassian, Orcish, Common, Darnassian, Shalassian

Currently Living: In a carriage house next to the Velvet Pearl.

Birthplace: Quel’Thalas

Religion: none

Fears: being judged unfairly, circumstances forcing her to hide who she is

Personality:

Mira is a free spirit with boundless charm and open, warm affection. She is prone to wistful sentiment, but remains unjaded despite having such a tender heart. Mira struggles to remain in one place too long as she gets the itch to wander. With her quick wit and sharp sense of humor, it is hard to tell if the flighty woman is serious. She always has good advice she never takes for herself. Her romantic, bleeding heart gets her into more trouble than it’s typically worth

Relationships –––

Mother: deceased

Father: deceased

Siblings: unknown

Spouse: na

Children: na

Other Family: the girls who work in her tea house

Pets: a nightengale named Nox

Sex & Romance –––

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Preferred Role: switch

Preferred Position: missionary

Turn ons: intimacy, connection, desire, sense of humor, Intelligence, passion

Turn offs: entitlement, jealousy, tradition, lack of effort, no romance

Love Language: acts of service, attention to detail

Relationship Tendencies: she claims there is no room for long term relationships because of her profession

Additional Information –––

Smoking Habit: no

Drugs: on occasion

Alcohol: socially

For IC info about her, my writings about her, and little tidbits of my lovely Nahilvi please check her blog out

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FMK

“I am not going to play fuck…”

“Language..” Kyean interrupted Dei.

The warlock carried on, repeating the first just because he had stopped her, “… Fuck, marry, kill, with you concerning types of demons. If you put intention to some it gives it power.”

The Illidari laughed, “It is a game Dei, not one of your contracts. I will start,” he rubbed his chin, “Fuck it, I am married to killing them all.”

Dei dissolved into a fit of giggles, there was something about the ginormous Kaldorei that was just outrageous enough to get her to forget her ‘proper’ raising ever since he showed up after Brendan’s funeral. She was far too serious as a child due to her mentor/guardian’s raising, he was a hard man that had no use for a child but was in need of a protege, she just happened to be six when he took custody of her. No one, to that point had, ever made her feel comfortable enough to let go of all Brendan had instilled in her, and at seventeen she had been still a child.

“Going to bet you would have come up with that answer yourself if you relaxed a little,” Kyean said as he prodded at her ribs with one long, clawed finger. “So tell me about the boyfriend.”

Dei squirmed away because his claw had hit a ticklish spot. The night had been pleasant, they had made pasta together, well Dei made it and Kyean had kept stealing the fresh tomatoes they had bought, then sat in her newly organized front room. She still had three rooms to sort books from on the lower level and three on the upper levels of the house, then it would be in order. It wasn’t until Rurik had come to stay with her that she had really wanted to erode the anchors to how she was raised.

A couple bottles of wine had been added to the dinner, which Dei realized belatedly, that he burned off alcohol at such a fast rate he didn’t even get tipsy and she was pretty drunk, lightweight that she was. “Cheating,” she pointed out at his answer, then she became more serious. “Rurik, that was his name.”

“Probably still is,” he broke in with.

“Rurik *is* his name,” the ebony haired young woman corrected, wanting to throw a pillow at him. “He joined the company in a time when I wasn’t focused all that much on it. I just happened to hear the woman with the Man’ari friend talking about misplacing a jar of soulstones. I am sure you can guess my reaction and that drew me back in, connecting with them once more, to try and prevent them from falling to fel stupidity, if nothing else.”

Kyean turned from where he was reclined on the floor at her feet while she tucked herself up in a corner of the couch, “She what?”

It was so nice having someone else around that understood her stance on demons. Sure a few in the company disliked them and had adopted her safe handling instructions but most were aloof in their interactions, it drove her mad… “Yes, a jar went missing, then it reappeared partially empty.”

“Or partially full,” he offered oh so helpfully.

This time she did swing a pillow at him which caught him in the shoulder, pillows didn’t have auras after all so he couldn’t *see* it coming. This time she didn't even correct herself, “Then she said they changed colors and she was pleased with this. While I was losing it over this cavalier attitude a voice came over the comm. I did not recognize him, he was asking generalized questions. What kind of work did we have coming up? Anything illegal? I guess he already had trouble in his past but nothing really invasive.”

Kyean’s head lifted, “For your first boyfriend you chose a criminal? What the Fel Deiala? It has been five years since Brendan’s death, that seems a bit late to be rebellious. Couldn’t you have dyed your hair or something? Maybe stop wearing corsets?”

“Are you finished?” She asked tartly then continued, “She started asking if he was a reporter or something. I thought his questions smart for just joining the company, things I never asked any when I joined really”

“You didn’t? You? Miss ‘I read the small print in ancient texts on the theory of Azeroth Being round’ for fun’? Miss ‘There is not a mystery out there I don’t want to solve’?”

Dei sat there silent until he said, “Go on.” To which she replied, “I wanted to make sure you were done.” Something she had realized the first few times she drank was that she had a tendency to be more challenging, especially to strong willed men.

“Anyway, she kept challenging him but I didn’t know him so why would I involve myself in their squabbling? A couple days later I went to watch people spar, more to put faces with voices than anything. Me, being me, with all my social graces, ended up just standing there, I observed, until I wasn’t.” The young woman smiled at the memory, “He just said hello and we began talking, next thing you know he is coming by the shop to research an art project.”

“You had an artist in your group?”

“A tattoo artist, though he was a good painter as well.” She replied.

He nodded, “Okay, yeah that tracks. Criminal and tattoo artist, next thing you know you will tell me he was a sailor or something.”

Dei flushed and Kyean laughed, “Annnyyy way… we had a mission and some things going on so it was suggested we team up to keep an eye on one another. The antagonistic woman suggested with a seductive tone that he and her should pair up. He was at the shop when he asked me instead. The mission didn’t go well, in fact it was a bit traumatic, so he came back here with me…”

“And you fucked away the trauma, yeah, been there, done that.”

“Actually no,” she said and drew a breath in through her nose, “he said that he would not take advantage of that and slept in one of the back bedrooms. It wasn’t until another mission went sideways that we ended up sleeping together, even then I had to push the issue.”

Kyean grunted in disbelief but said nothing.

Dei frowned at him, tipping her chin up, “I can decide what I want for myself you know.” Not bothering to wait for another comment, “Well, things happened and instead of a reporter the woman started calling him a spy and ended up making things uncomfortable so he left here in not the best of circumstances, on a night when my new friends were here for dinner. To say the least, this did not endear him to them.”

For once he remained quiet so she continued. “He came back, apologized for leaving stupidly and we started again. This time it was even better than before between us, but this whole spy thing had taken root in some people’s minds, even I had some doubts. The company verified that there was a spy in our midst, personally I think there is more than one, and we certainly had false faces around, somehow it was decided that he was the spy. I was told about this and when I chose to talk to him about it and not just stop seeing him it upset my friends. One threatened him and I did not back her. She decided to wash her hands of the whole thing and told me I would do what I wanted anyway, so why should she bother,” Dei frowned and laid her head against the back of the couch.

“The lack of trust issue rears its head,” he said quietly.

It took more than a moment for her to continue, “He said that he could not stay knowing it would put me in such a position. It was his idea to leave, I tried to talk him out of it but he was looking out for me.” Thanks to the wine tears welled in her eyes again. “He was looking out for me, and yet I did not fight for him.” This time her voice was quiet.

Kyeanadril reached out for her chin making her look at him, “There is no shame in that Dei. He was right, it would have caused undo conflict for you and since I doubt you told him about what you guard, that alone might put you in an even worse quandary.”

“I still feel like I failed him,” Dei did not tell Kyean about the couple of times she had reached out to Rurik and each time he had sounded like she felt, but he still picked up, he could just have stopped answering if he hadn’t cared about her. The last time had actually been the night before.

“Sometimes the harder path is not always the best one. What if you chose him over them and it didn’t work out? What if he really was a spy and using you? I know how people use one another all too well. There are a million what ifs, but what I do know is that you have a job above and beyond all else, the secrets you keep are dangerous and if you are in the midst of conflict it will make you vulnerable.” He then asked the tougher question, “Did you love him?”

The dark haired woman nodded a bit in his grasp, but she was still so conflicted, “I miss him. I haven’t really slept since he left. And I don’t know if I love him or not, I wasn’t given enough time to find out. I think I was starting to though.” The nightmares they discussed tortured her and the only time she had been free of them since the first mission they went on was when Rurik had slept in the house with her, even before he was in her bed. “I don’t like being alone now…”

(Fair warning, really long)

(Written as an ongoing growth arc with my warlock, Deiala Vyneaniux. Some might not make sense completely not knowing her background, but overall enough to understand)

Dei stopped in at her book shop to get books she thought would be good for reading to Eli, certainly something more interesting than the Elven ship craft of pre-war Feralas. The book was what Dei had in her bag when she got the news about her friend being injured and what she had been reading to her since. It likely was part of the reason Eli was sleeping so much.

Picking a couple titles off the shelves, she turned when the bell on the door chimed. An Illidari ducked under the doorframe and turned immediately to face Dei with a smile. He was a large man, easily over eight and a half feet with shoulders wider than her door frame and was the reason Dhes and Ewan’s size did not phase her much, the man was also drop dead gorgeous.

The shop owner did not *entirely* lose her composure but she cleared the distance to him in a few strides, he bent to hug her and lifted her off the ground to the surprise of Dei’s slack jawed assistant. “You *look* good,” he said with a shit eating grin on his face

“You always say that,” she replied tartly, “and we both know it is not true.”

“Au contraire, pretty lady, I mean it every time I say it, and I do not need standard sight to see the truth of you. If I were ten thousand years younger, and didn’t have a demon living in my body I would sweep you away. Wait…. How do you feel about older men?” The Illidari still had her held off the ground, “I guess the second point still stands hmmm?”

Dei remained with her arms around his neck, no reason to let go, not like he was going to just drop her because she was too heavy, “What are you doing in town? I thought you were off hunting down some random group of fel beasties in the middle of nowhere.”

He snarled and it would have been frightening for most, but Dei just laughed, “Treat my job like a joke will you? I should put you over my knee…” He smirked, “Or take you and dump you in the pond behind your house.”

“When did I disparage your job Kyeanadril? You did very important work rounding up those five little imps last time.” Dei said with mock seriousness.

“That’s it woman,” he tossed Dei over his shoulder. “You there,” he pointed at Dei’s assistant, “watch the store while Vyeaniux goes swimming.”

“Don’t you dare! I will tell your demon the secrets I know!” It was a true mock threat, the demon knew everything he did anyway. “Kyean! Kyean!” She said his name with no little horror in her tone, before he ducked through the door and leapt up into the air.

He did not angle them towards her house though, he took her up past the waterfall on the north side of the city before he landed and set her on her feet.”Sorry about that, we need to talk. You do look good though, your energies seem very mixed but it feels as though you have more life to you.”

Dei walked over to a rock and sat on it, this had been ‘their’ place to talk after Brendan’s death. Whenever the Kaldorei was in town he came by and they would talk demons for hours. There was nothing inappropriate and he didn’t even come by enough for her to consider him a good friend, often they just exchanged information and he would head out. “It has been an interesting eight months or so… what was so important we couldn’t talk at the store?”

“You know we can’t talk about *things* there, this is no different. I have been in the city for a few days but you were out of the store when I walked by, where have you been?” He asked her bluntly.

“A friend got hurt, I have been sitting with her at the clinic for that group I told you I joined?” There was a hint of a whirlwind of her emotions that spun there, fear, anger, frustration, pain, worry, caring and sadness, “Her boyfriend and I have been taking visits in shifts, though he is there a lot more than I am, as is proper.”

A rumbled ‘hmmm’ came from deep in his chest. “You need to take care.”

With a tip of her head she reached out to him with a little magic, kind of a ‘does your demon have control’ check that he always allowed her, her lack of trust in demons was clear to any that spoke to her about them. She saw nothing to worry about in him though so she went ahead and asked, “Take care? Why?”

“Since I have been in the city and passing by your shop, I have sensed demonic energy along the street there, more than there should be,” the Illidari said.

“They let Man’ari into the city, there is more demon dust everywhere, I almost can’t walk outside without sneezing like a bad allergy.” Dei excused his overreaction.

He frowned at her, “Do not make me truly put you over my knee.”

Her time with Rurik, and the opening of her memories with Kharon, had her offering up a sexy answer before she could rein it back in, “What if I like it?” She had no clue if she truly did or not, but Kharon’s image of her in her mind certainly did.

Bright green flared from behind his glasses, so did his nostrils, “What did you say?”

“You heard me,” her voice was not nearly as self-assured when she said that. Dei had never seen this intensity from him.

“Do not tell a man that unless you really want to find out, Deiala. What kind of business is this anyway that teaches you such things? You said they were a shipping and acquisitions company, which I took to mean piracy and theft.”

The bookstore owner looked at him quizzically, “Find out.. but you…” she didn’t push her luck. “That is what they are, just sometimes they play these games, and there was this man I liked.” Kyean did not know about Kharon’s invasion of her dreams when she was seventeen, if anyone knew how to go through a demonic gateway and find someone it would be him and she wasn’t sure she wanted that kind of resolution for the man Dei had defended herself from.

“Ah, finally a boyfriend, but you said was, and there was a sad tone plus your energy drained from you completely.”

She couldn’t lie to him when he asked her something directly and never did. He was too good at what he just did, “Was, he possibly was a spy, not sure the more time passes that I believe that, but the company does and I think that had I pushed against them too hard they would have stopped trusting me.” Another thing to gloss over, along with her nightmares and the dragon issues.

The huge man looked at her, really *looked* with his spectral sight, “Anyone that doesn’t trust you is a fool. You are so smart and you hold to your oaths like a rock face holds an ore deposit. How is Saxori?”

He was the only one that knew about the Man’ari her mentor had locked in a way long ago, and that was because Brendan had trusted him, not Dei, Dei trusted no one with that secret. Kyean had been a frequent visitor in her youth and many conversations were had between him and the demon. In fact, Kyean helped build the cage she lived in, “She is good, still a little too familiar, but she has been teaching me to dance.”

“Why do you need to le… never mind, we are off track, you always do that, I start with something uncomfortable and you let it chase its own tail until I have lost track of what I was asking. No warren tunnels for you little bunny.” He took her chin in his hand, “Do you really like spankings?” His tone was deep, sonorous and dropped into a growl at the end.

“I don’t know…” she frowned at him for talking about her sex life, “now who is changing the subject? What about this demonic presence?”

He leaned in and sniffed her, “Ah but the idea intrigues.” A surprised look crossed his face then he cleared his throat from the dry tone it had taken. “I have felt it since I came to the city but more near your shop. Have you been letting demons in?”

Dei snapped her answer harshly, “No!”

“Alright… alright… I didn’t think you changed that much but had to check. Yes, there are demons everywhere now, not just in the Lamb and the district around it, but near your street it is heavier, and it lingers. Any demons about recently, maybe some that tested your wards?” The question was reasonable so she could not get grumpy at his big brother protectiveness.

Thinking about his question for more than a moment, “Nothing I can think of.” Yet as she said it she realized it wasn’t entirely true.

He continued to stare at her, usually it was a friendly look but there was new, tighter, focus on her and she wasn’t sure what it was, must be the worry about the demonic traces. “There is a woman in the company, she has a ‘friend’ who is a Man’ari and has been doing deals with people I work with.”

“Do they not know how dangerous that is?l”

“They know, I told them so… in short words even the dumbest of them could understand.” Dei offered, “But maybe that is who you are sensing.”

Kyean shook his head, “Fel girl… you sure you want to stay there? That is a whole lotta trouble you don’t need, considering.”

He really had no idea as she wasn’t talking about dragons or time travel, just people who *might* deal with demons was enough of a threat to what she did, “I have made friends, at least a couple.”

“Did these friends have something to do with the boyfriend situation? Because I can’t imagine you backing down if someone told you what to do in that circumstance unless you really valued their opinion.” He watched her energy drop again so he pushed, “Have you been sleeping?”

What one thing had to do with the other in his mind she would never know, what it did in hers made her sad all over again. “They had something to do with it, yes.” Dei left it at that, “Not really, though I have some new medication one of our healers makes. Hoping it will help.”

He looked almost through her “But you haven’t taken it becuase you have been staying at this clinic.” He didn’t need her agreement as he knew the answer. “You are not going to the clinic tonight. I am taking you for food, then we go back to your place and talk. Whatever demons that are around won’t dare to act while I am,” he said and offered her his hand.

Dei took it and didn’t grump at him, she was tired and having him there would surely help her sleep, it was only when her house was empty that the nightmares came. “Fine, I will send a message to the clinic and I can cook.”

The Illidari looked at Dei, her outline had this stubborn tilt to her chin. When had she grown from that mouse child who gave in to anything Brendan told her, to this? Her spirit was glowing and it was strong, and he liked it. It would help her survive in this world. Demons would challenge her throughout her life, she held too many secrets that many would do anything to possess. Somehow Brendan raised a good Keeper of knowledge, one that may surpass her old mentor.

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“Leather, really? How cliche. And what is that you have on under it?” Acenadalia said with a sneer.

Sometimes the moments when her mother was lucid were harder than when she only remembered Nahilvi as a young woman, back when Acena was a treasured singer in Kael’thas court. “Mother, it is not like singing in court. This is a festival, on an island, it will be warm.”

Her mother looked over her shoulder in the mirror working her fingers through Nahilvi’s curls. “You looked so beautiful in red and gold, why must the only red you wear now be these trashy shirts, what did you call them? T-shirts? And you should wear gold jewelry, not this cheap silver.”

10… 9… 8…. “The Silver Banshee, remember mother.”

“And that… Sun above child, it is like you rail against everything we were.”

It had been long enough since her mother’s head trauma had created a woman that only remembered Nahilvi as more than the perfectly dressed young woman who would sing at her side, more a pet than a child. All that mattered was her mother’s worship of their Prince. “I am singing one of your songs, mother.”

Her mother almost screamed, “You stole it! And bastardized it.”

7… 6… 5… “I love singing it with how I have arranged it. You know I sing it in the original form when I am in the lounge.”

“Fangbreaker? What does that even mean?”

“It is a band name, I like their music.” Nahilvi was sure she recognized at least one of them from the court, along with other people that would be attending the festival, but she dare not tell her mother about that, she would demand to go with her.

“And they accept that you cut the sleeves and the lower half off? The bottom of your hideous body Art even shows.”

4… 3…. 2… Nahilvi tipped her head, “I am sure they will not mind. It is a kind of honor when people wear merchandise of other performers.”

Her mother pushed her head forward slightly, “You should be the one honored, just like I was in the courts.”