The Dusksinger

New format this time around. I hope people realize by now what my old blogs were by now. I’ve set a couple to archive by now, but am still working on finishing up blogs for all the characters here on this new set up. I have way too many characters/voices in my head.

I role-play more than just WoW, I am willing to role-play most anything. (I fear I don’t know the story/lore behind FFXIV to rp that, but if you’re willing to share, I could always give it a try. I think the highest level I got to with any class during my free month was 14, so I did not get to explore much of the story, and remember none of it.) Nevertheless, I’m open to almost any verse of RP for my characters. Talk with me, and we can figure it out.

VerdaniaMan is my OOC blog, and all follows, likes, and such will come from this blog, but my characters are covered by several sub-blogs. Here they are, as they currently stand.

The Nightmist Clan is a group of individuals that work together, no matter their differences in race and origin, all having individual issues that have left them cast out from the majority of society. The clan functions as support and shelter to individuals in such a situation, and could even include your own characters in the clan, though this blog shall solely cover those played by myself. These include the characters pictured above, whose individual profiles can be found on the clan’s main page.

The Fel Fire, or Tel’Aegnor, is the predominant form of magic relating to demons. And on this blog, Dinaer Dusksinger, my warlock, is followed predominantly. However, his son has also become touched by demonic magic, and of course, there are a menagerie of demons to watch as things unfold here.

Originating outside of RP, but open to more verses than the majority of my other characters, Nanatsu no Tsumi is a Vampire Court of Seven Vampires that all have abilities and personalities that mimic and represent the Seven Deadly Sins.

Greetings,

Many of you may remember me from many other tumblrs, such as blazingdor, rainadawnmist, silverleaffamily, worgmaw, plaguefury, chilltusk, hei-yu-bai, bennettbrothers, thedusksinger, and shydawnsinger. …and apparently, I’m also Troy McClure.

Anyway, those tumblrs still exist, but I’m phasing them out to do something I probably should have done long ago, and that’s have them as sub-accounts an ooc account, just to wittle down on the constant logging in and out of tumblrs.

This blog, VerdaniaMan, is that OOC account now. I am still working on the minor blogs under it, but so far have one of them up. I shall update this post as others get added.

VerdaniaMan - OOC account for all of my WoW, Skyrim, and various other continuities of RP characters.

nightmistclan - The Nightmist Clan, otherwise using the name Dawnmist in WoW, is a clan of characters offering aide and support to those of underprivileged status in society. Many of them have mental disabilities, or are otherwise outcasts from whatever world they are portrayed in. This blog covers characters such as Dorian Blackwood, Kain Nightmist, Raina Blackwood, Rosalinde, Vayne the Black Rose, and others.

- The United Elven Nation; more to come.

nanatsunotsumi - The Court of the Seven Sins is a group of vampires at the heart of some of the troubles faced by other characters of mine. However, there is more than just vampires included, as other variations of demons are included among the leading seven.

and more, still need to figure how to represent the rest.

I have a treatise on Drain Soul going up later tonight, but for now, onto the questions! Send me a spell in an ask, and I will answer. 

Corruption: What is my muse’s worst quality?

Immolate: Who does my muse hate? 

Fear: What is my muse’s worst fear? 

Shadowbolt: What is my muse’s favourite demon? 

Chaos Bolt: How does my muse feel about betrayal and betraying? 

Incinerate: What enrages my muse? 

Unstable Affliction: What is my muse’s primary weakness? 

Soulstone: Who would my muse give her soul to, to save? 

Healthstone: What is my muse’s favourite flower? 

Drain Soul: What is my muse’s favourite food? 

Dark Soul: What is my muse’s primary strength? 

Soul Fire: Where would my muse build a home? 

Dreadsteed: If my muse had a house, what would be its motto? 

Shadowburn: What is my muse’s spirituality? 

Drain Life: Would my muse have any children? 

Dark Intent: My muse has to betray someone. Who would it be? 

Summon Succubus: What is my muse’s favourite sex position? 

Summon Voidwalker: Who does my muse currently want to protect? 

Summon Observer: What is my muse’s favourite book? 

Summon Felhunter: What would my muse keep as a pet? 

Summon Imp: What one word would you use to describe your muse? 

Summon Felguard: Who does my muse view as a pseudo father figure? 

Summon Shivarra: Who would my muse dominate, sexually? Non-sexually?

Send these around or reblog if you’d like to receive some :)

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Bonus points if you describe what their wedding will be like! 

The notices had gone out a while ago. Searching for assistants and aide in his work. The message had specified, mainly, his work in alchemy, and his need for an extra set of hands, but in the end, based upon what he learned of those applicants, he might see to using their skills for other things as well.

The eyeball on the roof, discretely shadowed from view told him of the approach that came to his door. He was always concerned with promptness, but he never expected someone to show up early. Quite early, in fact. He had just stepped from the shower, and in his hurry to get to the stairs, he grabbed a towel instead of his robes, but already heading down, he merely grumbled, and started wrapping it about his waist. It was a large enough structure, a former inn, so there was no danger of not having it in place in time.

The knock at the door came just as he reached his fingers to the walls, and the hidden marks embedded within the wooden lining. His will seeped into the circles, disengaging traps for the time being, allowing for this one to pass in if it came to that. Nevertheless, he opened the door immediately afterward.

“Greetings,” he said in the common tongue. “May I help you?” And so he stood there, before a total stranger, draped from the waist down in a towel, the rest of him quite bare. So of course, the menagerie of tattoo’d circles of power would be seen upon him, as water still drizzled down his form; his red hair a wet mass still needing tending.

He had nothing against Dwarves, usually. But after a certain test, with a certain potion, leaving them in naught but their very hairy bodies….. He shuddered again, just thinking about it. He did not consider himself in line with many of the views of either faction, and altogether worked towards his own ends. He had associates among the Forsaken and Humans, among the Blood Elves and High Elves, and much more.

Whether she needed much or not, there was simply a way he lived. He did not skimp of frivolities, at times, for he was a vain person, deep down. He cared about appearance, but mostly, he cared about things being a certain way. With that the case, he nodded to her, and departed the lab, beckoning her along. Back within the adjoining bedroom, his bedroom, he walked to the table along the wall. From within a drawer there, he extracted a vial of a purple liquid with a crystalline shimmer to it. He carried it with him as he continued out, back to the hall. There, he led her to an adjacent room, and showed her in. “This here can be your room, then.” It was a small chamber, a single, large bed along one wall, a full sized dressed beside a window, along with bedside tables and a full-body mirror. It was the closest room to his own, The furniture was of the Thalassian style, painted to his likes, meaning that it was not the normal blue and white of the High Elf style nor the red and gold of the Blood Elf style. It was a mix of purple, gold, and black.

“Now, as for tasks. There is much that can be done. Am I right in assuming you wish to focus primarily on alchemy then? Focusing on potions, tonics, salves, and the like?” That was the implication thus far, but if she wished to be an apprentice of magic as well, that would have to be discussed. For now, as he waited for an answer, he headed down the stairs back to the common room, and the small hallway at the entrance.

Always give a great first impression.  Her father’s words rang through her head.  She would have been proud except for the flustered moment at the beginning.  Simply thinking of her Master’s physiology made a soft tint come to her cheeks. She almost missed him pulling the vial from the drawer but managed to catch him keep a hold of something.

“Much obliged.”  She took a few more steps into the room, looking about.  The simplicity did not bother her though the color did draw her curiosity.  Fingers came to lightly touch the dresser.  “Curious colors…but I like them.”  She flashed him a grin, standing at attention.

“Alchemy would be likely where I would be of more help to you.  I have my own journals and experiments annotated.  If sleep potions are still what you are delving into, I can certainly work on such things but my knowledge is vast.  As I recall… you did not just seek an apprentice in alchemy.  You were looking for someone with magical ability as well…”  She brought her forefinger to her lips, tapping them ever so slightly.

“I have knowledge of the arcane.  And nature magic obviously…  I am no mage by any means but I know my way around a few spells.  I would be more than delighted in being your apprentice in the magical arts, Lord Sen’rah”  She had kept her distance but followed him nonetheless.  He had, afterall, not dismissed her just yet.

“This is a special ink. Upon this wall, and in various other locations within this building, are wards. I deactivated them when you arrived, because otherwise, they would have triggered traps simply with you walking into the building. You shall be allowed through them from now on, without them being activated. This is only an example of one of the things you could learn as an apprentice of magic. It all depends on where your affinities and desires lie in learning. I study more than just the arcane, as well.”

Remembering his physiology, she would also remember the tattoos upon his body. They had been placed with the same ink, though they were not the same sort of inscription, and thus, had not been rendered invisible to the naked eye. There were many venues of magic he dabbled in. He’d had plenty of years to learn them, and he was still seeking more knowledge, especially in the newly discovered alternate Draenor.

Fingers came to touch the wall he had written upon.  Fingers lightly danced over the wood, feeling residual magic.  There was a signature to every magic user.  She knew this from reading but she could not tell how these signatures could be read or traced.  “I am free to walk about…  This would be a marvelous thing to learn.  I know very basic wards not ones that would trigger traps.”  She turned to him.

“I mention the arcane only because it is what I know.  But I know of fel magic and demons.  I admit that such magic intimidates me but I understand the need for it against adverse situations.  Magic is like nature … gray in its most basic matter.”  She smiled in anticipation and prospect of learning.  To have something else to perfect.