Veilos Dai'goa

The Basics –––

Full Name: Veilos Silasyn Dai'goa

Nickname: Veil, V

Age: Adult

Birthday: August 13th

Race: Sin'dorei

Gender:  Male

Marital Status: Widower, now in a relationship with @altherei

Physical Appearance –––

Hair:  Black, short, undercut fringe

Eyes:  Bright golden glow

Height: 6′1″

Build: Athletic

Distinguishing Marks: Ears are slightly shorter than those of a typical Sin'dorei.

Scars: Long scar running perpendicular on the left side of his scalp starting at the side of his forehead. Jagged, older scar on his left forearm. A few smaller scars here and there from minor things.

Tattoos: Gold half-sun tattoo on the left side of his head over his scar. Gold rune of protection beneath left eye. Gold rune line work running down the left and ride side of his neck starting from just beneath both earlobes. Both palms have circular runes, both tops of hands have some line work - Left side is golden, right side is silver

Piercings:  Daith piercing on both ears, gold hoop on left side, silver on right.

Common Accessories: Silver necklace with geometric moon charm.

Likeness: Sebastian Stan

Art by Zoratrix!

Personal Information –––

Profession: Doctor of Internal Medicine at The Shielded Mind Health and Wellness Clinic ( @theshieldedmind ). Also offers general surgery (magical and non), Confessor services, and some nonconventional means of healing. Occasionally does some mercenary work as a combat medic.

Hobbies:  Rock climbing, brawler clubs, photography, backpacking, pottery, hiking, camping, boxing, MMA

Languages:  Fluent in Common, Orcish, Thalassian, ASL. Can get by in most other Horde languages.

Currently Living:  Silvermoon City

Birthplace: Quel'thalas

Religion: The Light

Fears: Losing more people he loves, the scourge

Personality:   He's not quite what one would expect from a Doctor or a devout Light user, although 'devout' may be questionable in Veil's case. But that is the thing about the Light: It still loves everyone even with all their flaws, even when they do not think they deserve that grace. Veilos is the type to often throw caution to the wind when it comes to his own well-being, he thrives on adrenaline whether it be through his work or his dangerous hobbies and side hustles. However, he is a professional through and through when it comes to his patients and will go to any length necessary in order to help them. He can be as charming as he is ruthless, and tends to keep most of his cards very close to his chest. While he has a friendly demeanor when in the public eye, there's a sadness behind that gaze that's impossible to mask. The soldier's thousand-yard-stare always creeps in when he's still, and for that reason you will almost always find him keeping his hands and mind busy.

Relationships –––

Mother:  Maira (Quel'dorei, Deceased)

Father: Unknown Quel’dorei?

Siblings: None that he knows about.

Spouse: Kyrisa (Quel'dorei, Deceased)

Children: Zynia and Aeril (Both Deceased)

Other Family:  None that he knows about.

Pets: None

Sex & Romance –––

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Preferred Role: Dominant | Submissive | Switch

Preferred Position: Bottom | Top | Vers

Libido: Average

Turn ons:  Adventurous spirit, good sense of humor, curious natures, confidence, creative minds

Turn offs: Know-it-alls, overly judgmental attitudes, bland personalities, poor communication skills, liars

Love Language: Acts of service, physical touch

Relationship Tendencies: Dodges feelings like a pro, or at least tries to! In a new relationship and he has no idea what he's doing anymore, but he's trying!

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 / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional Information –––

Smoking Habit: During stressful moments

Drugs: Socially

Alcohol: Socially

RP Hooks –––

The Shielded Mind: Works for The Shielded Mind Health & Wellness Clinic, located on the Walk of Elders (Velaani's Arcane Goods). Has worked there since after the Shadowlands campaign! He uses mostly Light-based magic, but in dire situations he will also use Blood magic to assist him.

Military: He spent a good chunk of his life serving in the military as a combat medic. Worked with @xanelen for a number of years.

Mercenary: Can often be found assisting various mercenary or military groups as a combat medic during larger battles.

Looking For –––

Friends, frenemies, enemies, lovers, ex-lovers, pre-established relationships.

Any type of RP whether it be happy or dark, storyline or slice of life! He is not my main but I love to headcanon and do discord RP on occasion.

Contact –––

Feel free to approach me on any platform IC or OoC!

Here on tumblr through asks/submits, or through messages. 

Also feel free to add me on Discord: dicenne

In-game name, Wyrmrest Accord-Horde: Veilos

Follows will come from @turning-through-the-never

The apartment was dark aside from the faint glow filtering through the curtains from the streets below. Silvermoon never truly slept, but at least for now it was quiet. Veilos stood by the window with a mug of long-forgotten tea cooling in his hands, looking out onto the city with a thousand-yard stare. Behind him, the apartment felt different than it had a few months ago. There was another presence here now, another person who occupied space in a life he had spent years believing would remain largely solitary.

Altherei was asleep in his bed, the thought alone was enough to make him glance over his shoulder toward the bedroom door. She had stayed over before, and each time it remained a little strange. Not in a bad way or unwelcome at all, just unfamiliar. For years, his apartment had been a place he returned to alone. No matter how loud and exhausting the day, the silence had always been waiting for him when he unlocked the door.

He wasn't certain when concern for her had become something deeper. There had been no singular moment he could pinpoint, no dramatic moment of revelation. Instead it had happened gradually, through conversations, shared meals, walks through the city, and countless small moments that seemed insignificant on their own at the time. Somewhere along the way, he had started looking for her in crowds, and at some point, he realized that hearing from her had become one of the better parts of his day.

That realization should have made him happy. In many ways, it did. Yet there was a lingering discomfort he couldn't quite shake, and he knew exactly where it came from. Kyrisa's memory quietly lingered in every corner of his life, no longer the unbearable wound it had once been but still very much so present. Time had softened the sharp edges of the grief, but it could never be erased. He still thought about her, and their children, and he still missed them dearly.

The guilt was irrational, and he knew it. If Kyrisa could somehow see him now, she would likely be relieved that he had allowed someone into his life again. She had always possessed far less patience for his self-destructive tendencies than he did. Even so, there were nights when he caught himself feeling as though he were standing on cracked, uneven ground, caught between the life he had lost and the possibility of building something new.

His gaze settled on his reflection in the window. The man staring back looked older than he remembered becoming. There were more scars now, more lines around his eyes, more grey in his hair. He could not help but reflect on all that had changed since the life he once thought he would have. Sometimes he felt as though he could divide his life into two halves: before the Scourge and after it. Everything that had happened since had been shaped by that single catastrophic event, whether he wanted it to be or not.

The worst part was not the guilt, but the uncertainty. He worried constantly that he wasn't giving Altherei what she deserved. Years of grief had taught him how to endure, how to compartmentalize, and most especially how to carry burdens without asking for help. They had not taught him how to be emotionally available or how to start again. More often than he cared to admit, he found himself staring off into space, trapped in memories she could not possibly understand.

He worried she noticed every distant look, every moment his attention drifted somewhere else, and every occasion he became quiet without explanation. Altherei had never complained about any of it. In fact, she was remarkably patient, which almost made it worse. Patience had a way of highlighting his own shortcomings more effectively than criticism ever could.

Part of him wondered if he was waiting for some magical clarity to arrive. A moment when all the fear disappeared and he suddenly knew exactly what he was doing. The older he got, the more he realized that life did not work that way. The most important decisions seemed to involve moving forward despite uncertainty rather than waiting for it to vanish. He was discovering that relationships were no different.

Veilos set the mug of cold tea aside with a frown and rubbed a hand over his face. He was exhausted, though not in the physical sense. This was a deeper weariness, the kind that came from wrestling with thoughts that had no immediate solutions. He could treat injuries and reinforce mental barriers, yet when it came to his own emotions, he often felt remarkably unequipped in these situations.

A soft sound from the bedroom drew his attention. He tilted his head and listened for a moment and heard the rustle of blankets. The sound grounded him more effectively than any amount of introspection had managed. Altherei was here because she wanted to be, not because he had convinced her, not because she expected perfection, and not because she was unaware of his flaws. She knew enough of his scars to understand.

The realization eased something in him. Not enough to make the worries disappear, but enough to quiet them for the time. He cared about her deeply, whether it was love yet or something still growing into it, he couldn't honestly say. What he did know was that the thought of losing her had terrified him on Quel'Danas, and that her presence made his days brighter in ways he had not expected.

She had become someone he sought out without thinking, someone whose opinions he valued and whose happiness genuinely mattered to him. It had been a very long time since another person's presence felt so natural in his life. Perhaps that was what unsettled him as much as it comforted him, the realization that despite everything he had lost, he still had room in his heart to care this much for someone again. 

After a few moments, he finally stepped away from the window and returned to the bedroom. The mattress shifted beneath his weight as he slid carefully beneath the blankets. Altherei stirred slightly and moved closer in her sleep, settling without waking. Veilos stared at the ceiling for a while longer, listening to her breathing in the darkness, and for once he allowed himself to stop searching for answers he didn't yet have. Some things were allowed to unfold in their own time.

"I'm sure this surprises no one, but definitely good coffee. The sort someone spends far too much time making. Something strong, probably overpriced, and made with a lot of care put into it. Hard to beat that."

“Cooking with someone. There’s something about sharing a kitchen with someone you care about that feels intimate in a way.”

He huffs in amusement. “Standing shoulder to shoulder, bumping into one another because neither of you will admit the kitchen is too small for two people. Stealing tastes from the pan, brushing flour from your sleeve, tucking themselves against your side while something simmers because waiting is easier when you’re close."

“It feels safe and domestic in a way I wasn't sure I would want again.”

When was the last time Veilos did something that he felt especially guilty about and what was it that caused him to feel this way?

“The last time?” he repeats slowly, already know the answer immediately. “Probably the Isle, when the Devouring Host attacked. I opened my mind wider than I should have."

His brow furrows together, “I was trying to find someone.” He doesn’t say Altherei’s name immediately. “Communication had gone dark and she was hurt and trapped.”

“Normally, there are rules and boundaries. Consent matter, but I was afraid, so I reached farther than I ethically should have. Past the noise and the panic, searching for her thoughts. I found her, and she was terrified.” His expression tightens faintly, hers weren't the only thoughts he had heard that day.

“And I would do it again in a heartbeat.” The honesty comes without hesitation. "That’s the problem.”

He looks away for a moment. “I feel guilty because fear made me compromise principles I care deeply about, but guilt becomes complicated when the outcome is someone you care about walking away alive.”

"Yes, absolutely." He answers without hesitation. “People often talk about healing like you eventually return to who you were before, but I don’t think that’s how it works. You adapt and you learn to carry that heaviness differently. You also learn what absence feels like.”

His voice lowers, “There are pieces of me that died with people I loved, and there are parts of me that only exist because I survived losing them." "While I think grief does change you permanently, I don't think that means it ruins you. You just now realize how fragile things can be, and choose to love anyways.

He thinks about that for a moment before answering, expression turning thoughtful. “I think there’s a difference between privacy and secrecy. Everyone is entitled to parts of themselves they unfold slowly. Some fears and old wounds take time and trust.”

“I think keeping something from someone because you’re protecting your own peace, or because you’re not ready yet? That’s way different from hiding something that could change the relationship completely, or hurt someone later. That wouldn't be fair.”

He exhales slowly, “I also think people tell themselves they’re keeping secrets to protect the other person when they’re actually just protecting themselves. That said, life is complicated. I don’t think love means immediate transparency about every painful thing you’ve ever lived through. Sometimes trust means waiting until you’re ready.”

With a self-aware huff, he continues. “Though I admit I’m probably not the best person to ask. I’ve been known to sit on difficult truths longer than I should.”