Vasandereu Sallah

(Art by LacticWanda) ~~Basics~~

Name: Vasandereu Sallah

Pronunciation: VAH-san-dah-roo SAH-lah

Nickname: Vasa

Race: Shal’dorei 

Gender: Female

Birthdate: March 21st

Marital Status: Single

~~Physical Appearance~~

Skin Color: Lilac-grey

Hair: Flat black, long waves

Eye Color: Glowing lilac

Height: 6’7”

Build: Slim

Distinguishing Marks: Ornate Facial and body marks

Tattoos: Ornate Arcane Tattoos

Likeness: Hailee Steinfeld

~~Personal Information~~

Profession: Arcane Researcher

Hobbies: Loves to looks at art in many forms. Studying the history she missed living in a bubble, Shopping, the woman loves to shop.

Residence: Suramar

Birthplace: Suramar

Fears: Quicksand, small dark spaces, mice, rats, any rodent really.

~~Relationships~~

Spouse: None

Children: None

Mother: Mivitilleu Iamdys

Father: Qeshzin Sallah

Siblings: Canynsso Eltruni (Sister)

~~Sex and Romance~~

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Preferred Sexual Role: Switch

Libido: Normal to Low

Turn ons: Whispers in other languages, sexting, confidence, hidden intimate gestures in public

Turn offs: Cruel humor, arrogance, unwillingness to learn, being ignored

Love Language: Touch

Relationship Tendencies: She gravitates toward a kind of love that feels calm and quietly present. In public, she’s comfortable with simple displays, holding hands, leaning into one another, sharing a quiet smile. She wants to be close to a partner in public, not hidden away. Vasa does not move quickly into a relationship, enjoying the get to know you phase being drawn out, but once she devotes herself she doesn’t hold back. 

~~Traits~~

(Bold your character’s answer) Extroverted / In-between / Introverted Disorganized / In-between / Organized Close Minded / In-between / Open Minded Calm / In-Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In-between / Agreeable Cautious / In-between / Reckless Patient / In-between / Impatient Outspoken / In-between / Reserved Leader / In-between / Follower Empathetic / In-between / Apathetic Optimistic / Realist / Pessimistic  Hard Working / In-between / Lazy Cultured / In-between / Uncultured Loyal / In-between / Disloyal Faithful / In-between / Unfaithful 

~~Additional Information~~

Alcohol: Yes Drugs: Yes Smoking: Occasionally

~~RP Hooks~~

Will often be found in libraries, arcane and regular. She can get lost in a text and will miss meals, and often has to be shooed out of libraries when they close. 

Is new to Silvermoon City.

Finds herself in art galleries, theaters or bars with bands because of her love of the arts.

If not there, she is likely shopping. 

Her magic has been focused into fire and fear.

~~Looking For~~

Friends, frenemies, enemies, lovers, ex-lovers, pre-established relationships. Will do about any type of RP 

~~How to Contact~~

Will RP here through asks or messages In Game name: Vasandereu Contact me on Discord at Mirrielyanna Reach out to me anywhere, happy to discuss RP

“Sometimes your sacrifice for your family, sometimes they are the sacrifice. I will make sure you do not have to support your youngest child any longer. I am glad you came to me with this, Qeshzin. You are a disgrace already. I will take care of her. Now go back to your meager life.”

The words came from Vasa’s great-great-uncle and head of House Sallah, and they were the last she heard before she awoke outside the protective shield of Suramar.

Covering her eyes from a bright light above her, the pain lanced through her head and she tried to pull away, but found herself shackled to a tree.The air was warm, but she could not stop shivering. She sat up locking her arms around her waist, her body trembling so badly that the bark scratched and caught on the thin robe she wore. Sweat dampened the dark strands of hair stuck to her forehead despite the chill that seemed buried deep inside her bones.

The next few days were not much better. She laid in the dry, yellowed grass near the shield of the city, peering through to the life she once had. Vasa’s muscles ached constantly. Some moments it felt as though she had marched laps through Suramar in full armor; others, as though invisible hands were twisting knots beneath her skin. Sleep came only in fragments. When she managed to drift off, she woke minutes later with her heart pounding and her breath caught in her throat.

The worst part was the restlessness. Even though she was weak, she could not sit still. She paced as far as her chains would allow until her legs threatened to give out, then collapsed wherever she was, only to rise again moments later. Every thought returned to the same place, her hunger.

Looking down at her hands, she saw that the skin that had once been soft now looked as though all the moisture had been pulled from it. When she touched her face, she could feel the hollows there. She did not know what was happening to her, but she needed to find a way to survive.Vasa no longer walked; she shuffled, her legs too weak to properly support her, her arms hanging loosely at her sides. Taking a few more steps, she toppled to the ground and closed her eyes.

“What a tasty little piece you are. No wonder he paid so well for you to be prepared.” Vasa heard a voice and felt the click before her shackles fell away. Her eyes would not open, could not open. A sound came from her chest, a guttural rumble, but nothing that sounded like her voice.

There was a softness beneath her when she woke. She tried to lift her head, but it was heavy, as though sand filled her skull. Bringing a hand to her forehead, she slowly opened her eyes. A maroon-and-gold canopy hung above her. Looking to the side, she found a tray of fruit and water on a nightstand. Confused, Vasa shook her head, and she felt a surge through her, a rush of pain unlike anything she had ever experienced. Screaming and placing her hand on her head and the darkness claimed her once more.

The next time she woke, she tensed just waiting for the agony to returned, when it didn’t she rolled over, opening her eyes and saw a handsome, well-dressed middle-aged man in the room with her. He sat in a chair, almost preternaturally still.

“Welcome back to yourself, Vasandereu.” He looked familiar, one of the lords that was always in the same circle as her Great-Great-Uncle. “You poor thing. They just left you out to dry, quite literally, didn’t they?”

“I am sorry, but why am I here? Who are you?” Vasa asked, her voice was soft, her throat hurt as she spoke.

He stared at her until she averted her gaze.“Hmmm. I thought with as smart as you are, your observation skills would be better. You will need to work on that.” There was a pause, and then he snapped. “Look at me!”

Lifting her gaze to him again, she found she had no choice, even though she wanted to shrink away. He nodded. “Ah yes, perfect. Just as it should be. This arrangement between us is sealed well.” He leaned back in his chair. “Your family sold you expecting that you would be drained for research because your father could not afford the arcwine for all of you any longer.”

She wanted to deny it. She knew they were struggling financially. Her father’s jewelry business was failing as he floundered, unable to create new designs after so long. They could not be that desperate, though. Her father would not do that. Then she remembered what she had heard before waking outside the shield, that she would be sacrificed.

“There is that quick mind. It makes too much sense to deny it, doesn’t it? You were their sacrifice.” His voice was in her head. The smile on his face shifted into something predatory. “I have paid a price for you,” he said aloud once more. “A considerable price. But you are exactly what I need.”

He rose, his form shifting until a fel lord stood before her. “I have cured your addiction, Vasandereu. You will no longer need arcane magic to survive. You have ingested my blood and are now bound to me, addicted to my blood. There is a rebellion at hand, and my demons have been unable to get me the information I need. I do not trust the information from those I might pay, so you will get me what I need.”

He walked to her and grabbed her jaw. “But I am in your head now. What you see, I see.” His grip tightened. “Now get dressed. We have a dinner to attend.” He turned away from her, and by the time he reached the door, he was once again in the form and dress of a Shal’dorei lord.

“Do as I say and you will be well taken care of. Try to fight and…”

Agony tore through Vasa’s body. She fell from the bed onto her knees, vomiting fel-green fluid onto the floor.

“…torment will be a constant companion. Do not make this difficult, Vasa dear.”

How does she feel about the isolative nature of her society? Does she agree with them broadening horizons with the rest of the world or would she rather continue with more traditional practises?

She is happy that they are no longer under the bubble. It is not just that her life wasn’t great there, but because since leaving she has had the opportunity to learn and experience so much more. Vasa loves to learn and see life that is different than she has known. Plus, there are so many more chances to see art from other races. Art, in all forms, is something she is passionate about, so if you are ever looking for her, find the nearest museum.

“I love being touched, especially in public, but it has to come from the other person. Taking my hand, tucking me in at their side, a gentle touch, anything that shows they are not ashamed at being with me.”

Vasandereu rubbed the pad of her thumb across her fingers slowly, if you were listening close, it sounded like satin sliding across silk, that soft hint of decadent friction. “I suppose it would have to be the feeling of being young and not really understanding the reality of living in a bubble and how repetitive it could become.”

”I suppose that would have to be how hard the two years, three months, and 18 days in Suramar had been on me. Though, if I had a person I was interested in becoming a partner with, I would hope I was comfortable enough to share those moments with them.” Tipping her head forward, dull black waves of hair covering her expression like luxurious curtains for a couple of moments, before she lifted her head and smiled. “It is good to have that in my past, a good thing I haven’t had to talk about it except in once or twice since.”

In no way, shape or form. Her family was raised with little except a House that didn’t really care if they existed, they were so far out on the branches of the family tree that pruning them would have probably made it healthier. Even in her immediate family, it was made clear that there were acceptable losses if circumstances called for it, and she was very acceptable. Vasa feels like she has so much to learn, especially about the history her people missed, so she studies as much as she can and then spends her free time in museums, or walking the streets exploring restaurants, bars, just learning the culture of other races. Most of the time she feels like a child set loose in a world of information overload, but as an introvert she doesn’t ask all the things she wants to unless she feels comfortable with someone. It takes all she has to attempt a connection with people at Cakes, but she is trying. Her cousin did try and help her acclimate, but with the company always going out in the field, something Vasa wasn’t very good at, it kind of left her as a third wheel. After a time she only attended most of the company’s social functions, sadly, she enjoyed things they didn’t, including the performances at the World’s Faire and ToA, the different vendors and pretty much anything showcasing others. Most of the company, including her former partner, hated the crowds and others wanted those people to feel comfortable, so they would make it just a company gathering. Vasa was so used to spending time alone exploring at that point, she would wander off and do what she enjoyed while they hung out together.