Vladimir Faircrest

Depraved Delinquency (Alliance-WRA) is a home for those misfits of the world who feel like they belong nowhere else. We do not discriminate on race, gender, class, or history because that is what makes us unique. DD, as a guild, is an offshoot of a criminal guild in an untraditional style. We do not murder, we do not extort, and we’re not bad just for the sake of being bad. At its core, the family of DD is there because they’re good people who realise sometimes you have to act outside the law to do what must be done. Stealing to live, selling narcotics to make ends meet, and forging a document or two to make life easier… Those are things that help the collective. Gold is donated, jobs are created, and a family is giving to someone who may have never had one. 

We work on the behalf of the Benefactor; a shadow guild master who guides those he considers his children. Almost no one has ever seen or met the person, but those that work beneath them know their influence. While the “Township” is in the sewers beneath Stormwind ICly, we will use the OLD DALARAN sewers as a proxy. 

The name of the game is growth and development. Far too often people create petty criminal toons just to be overshadowed or ramrodded by the big shots. This is an opportunity to tell your own story. The guild itself is Chaotic Good/Chaotic Neutral, but that doesn’t mean you can’t try for redemption or damnation… Just be prepared to accept the consequences!

We Are Looking For:

- Storytellers -Thieves -Harlots -Urchins -The down-on-their-luck -Pickpockets -Homeless -Orphans -Or anyone who just has a good heart but is generally inclined to less than socially acceptable things!

If you’re interested in joining, or just want more information, feel free to contact me here or via in-game messages (Character name: Matther)

And remember, in the wise words of Zangief:

Depraved Delinquency (Alliance-WRA) is a home for those misfits of the world who feel like they belong nowhere else. We do not discriminate on race, gender, class, or history because that is what makes us unique. DD, as a guild, is an offshoot of a criminal guild in an untraditional style. We do not murder, we do not extort, and we’re not bad just for the sake of being bad. At its core, the family of DD is there because they’re good people who realise sometimes you have to act outside the law to do what must be done. Stealing to live, selling narcotics to make ends meet, and forging a document or two to make life easier… Those are things that help the collective. Gold is donated, jobs are created, and a family is giving to someone who may have never had one. 

We work on the behalf of the Benefactor; a shadow guild master who guides those he considers his children. Almost no one has ever seen or met the person, but those that work beneath them know their influence. While the “Township” is in the sewers beneath Stormwind ICly, we will use the OLD DALARAN sewers as a proxy. 

The name of the game is growth and development. Far too often people create petty criminal toons just to be overshadowed or ramrodded by the big shots. This is an opportunity to tell your own story. The guild itself is Chaotic Good/Chaotic Neutral, but that doesn’t mean you can’t try for redemption or damnation… Just be prepared to accept the consequences!

We Are Looking For:

- Storytellers -Thieves -Harlots -Urchins -The down-on-their-luck -Pickpockets -Homeless -Orphans -Or anyone who just has a good heart but is generally inclined to less than socially acceptable things!

If you’re interested in joining, or just want more information, feel free to contact me here or via in-game messages (Character name: Matther)

And remember, in the wise words of Zangief:

Depraved Delinquency is a home for those misfits of the world who feel like they belong nowhere else. We do not discriminate on race, gender, class, or history because that is what makes us unique. DD, as a guild, is an offshoot of a criminal guild in an untraditional style. We do not murder, we do not extort, and we’re not bad just for the sake of being bad. At its core, the family of DD is there because they’re good people who realise sometimes you have to act outside the law to do what must be done. Stealing to live, selling narcotics to make ends meet, and forging a document or two to make life easier… Those are things that help the collective. Gold is donated, jobs are created, and a family is giving to someone who may have never had one. 

We work on the behalf of the Benefactor; a shadow guild master who guides those he considers his children. Almost no one has ever seen or met the person, but those that work beneath them know their influence. While the “Township” is in the sewers beneath Stormwind ICly, we will use the OLD DALARAN sewers as a proxy. 

The name of the game is growth and development. Far too often people create petty criminal toons just to be overshadowed or ramrodded by the big shots. This is an opportunity to tell your own story. The guild itself is Chaotic Good/Chaotic Neutral, but that doesn’t mean you can’t try for redemption or damnation… Just be prepared to accept the consequences!

We Are Looking For:

- Storytellers -Thieves -Harlots -Urchins -The down-on-their-luck -Pickpockets -Homeless -Orphans -Or anyone who just has a good heart but is generally inclined to less than socially acceptable things!

If you’re interested in joining, or just want more information, feel free to contact me here or via in-game messages (Character name: Matther)

And remember, in the wise words of Zangief:

It was some time before the young soldier awoke with a start; the cracking of a log in the heart snapping him out of a dreamless sleep. As his eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting, he soon realised that he was no longer where he once was. A feeling of dread and panic gripped his heart, a clammy sweat making his skin grow cold as the memories of the night before played through his mind. Where was he? Had the old man taken him? Had he been found by comrades and allies? Closing his eyes, he sought to calm a distressed heart, taking slow and even breaths. As he did, his mind began to clear.

It was clear he was safe; being taken care of. With the slightest shift of his leg, he could feel the rudimentary splint and wrappings around his ankle, resetting the bones so that it could heal. Even then it took him a moment to notice the fact he was in a bed; or rather a cot, covered in warm furs and a pillow stuffed with straw. The cabin itself was rather ordinary; made of dark, fitted logs, it was similar to many that could be seen throughout the world. Rough hewn furniture, including a table with a still steaming wood bowl and a handful of uncut gems, littered the cabin.

Suddenly ravenous, the boy stumbled from the bed, falling to the bowl of offered food set for him. It was a basic stew, heavy with rough cut meat and tubers, but it tasted as if it had been blessed by the Light itself to a tongue starved. Even the dark brown bread tasted beyond description, still warm from the hearth and smothered in a rich clotted cream. It wasn’t long until he had his fill, feeling his eyes once again heavy from exhaustion. As the old man was nowhere to be seen so that he could be thanked properly, the soldier gazed towards the bed again, pondering it’s welcoming embrace.

As he stared at the simple cot, something caught his eye on the floorboards beneath. Falling heavily to the furs and canvas, he reached beneath and felt the warm leather against his fingertips. Curious, he pulled the heavy tome from beneath and held it in his lap. There was nothing unusual or ominous about the book; a simple journal of vellum pages bound in leather. Embossed on the front in an iron-flecked ink held the letters “CM”. His inquisitive nature taking hold over his better judgement, he cracked open the book to the first page.

Panicked, he ran through the darkened forest; clothes being torn to shreds from the branches and brambles impeding his path. Over his own ragged breath, he could hear the guttural speech and snarling as the Forsaken closed in behind him, their wolves never relenting in the pursuit of their prey. Still he ran. He ran as far and as long as his legs would allow rather than fall victim to the same assault that had decimated his camp. He’d seen the horrors that had befallen his comrades, the way the ghouls feasted on his friends; hearing their cries as the meat and flesh was ripped from their bones while still alive. A simple cracking twig was all it had taken to alert the Horde and now he ran.

Fate, however, is known to waylay the best laid plans of both beast and man. In her malevolent humor, the young soldier had never seen the root protruding from the ground until it was too late. His scream pierced the night as the ankle shattered from the ground’s cruel embrace, sending his careening down the embankment to the ditch below. Bloody, battered, and with nowhere left to flee, all he could do was swallow back his fear as he saw the wolves and undead crest the bank, slowly making their way down towards the wounded prey.

“I want to eat him alive,” one on them insisted to the other two, pulling a twig from between a pair of his exposed bones. “They always taste best alive.”

“But the commander wants to interrogate this one,” another snapped in retort, the sneer looking almost comical with his lack of nose and partially unhinged jaw. “We need to see what they know.”

Quietly, the third had made his way to the boy, sword in hand. Forcing the human to look upon his mutilated visage, the Forsaken gave a horrific smile, switching to the Common language instead of the guttural speech of his kin. “Oh no. We will bring this one back alive, but the commander never said what state he had been. He has a few extra limbs we can take as snacks for the road. His screams will be a lovely orchestra for our meal.”

Anyone who knows me knows that, recently, I’ve been bouncing around between a lot of characters, leveling many others, and been more or less absent from the RP scene. I’ve been having a harder and harder time lately getting into just about anything regarding WoW and was probably a week away from quitting entirely.

With my new job, I current work a graveyard security shift where, at least for the next few months, bugger all is going to happen. Talking with my longtime rp partner and best friend, she put forth a challenge to me. One that would allow me to potentially get my RP groove back as well as give me something active for my mind to do as I’m at work. Thus, Caine has been born. 

For the time being HE WILL ONLY EXIST ON TUMBLR. There is no in-game version of him just yet. I want him to become full fleshed out and able to stand on his own before potentially bringing him to the game. This also will give me more motivation to write for him as his story isn’t being told through multiple mediums.

I am also challenging myself by changing up my writing style for him. There will be no ask posts, no rp prompts, no ooc post. After the next story bit, all the stories will happen in the current timeline as Caine is unveiling his life story to the young soldier. These will be told in the first person, campfire story-esque manner. Something I’m completely unfamiliar with.

Long explanation, I agree, but I wanted people to know what I was doing in-case someone started looking for him ingame. So if you’re on Tumblr to read stories, feel free to give Caine a follow as you won’t be spammed with anything else from it. If you’re looking for someone to hit with prompts and such, this won’t be the blog for you.

Now here’s a platypus.

Panicked, he ran through the darkened forest; clothes being torn to shreds from the branches and brambles impeding his path. Over his own ragged breath, he could hear the guttural speech and snarling as the Forsaken closed in behind him, their wolves never relenting in the pursuit of their prey. Still he ran. He ran as far and as long as his legs would allow rather than fall victim to the same assault that had decimated his camp. He’d seen the horrors that had befallen his comrades, the way the ghouls feasted on his friends; hearing their cries as the meat and flesh was ripped from their bones while still alive. A simple cracking twig was all it had taken to alert the Horde and now he ran.

Fate, however, is known to waylay the best laid plans of both beast and man. In her malevolent humor, the young soldier had never seen the root protruding from the ground until it was too late. His scream pierced the night as the ankle shattered from the ground’s cruel embrace, sending his careening down the embankment to the ditch below. Bloody, battered, and with nowhere left to flee, all he could do was swallow back his fear as he saw the wolves and undead crest the bank, slowly making their way down towards the wounded prey.

“I want to eat him alive,” one on them insisted to the other two, pulling a twig from between a pair of his exposed bones. “They always taste best alive.”

“But the commander wants to interrogate this one,” another snapped in retort, the sneer looking almost comical with his lack of nose and partially unhinged jaw. “We need to see what they know.”

Quietly, the third had made his way to the boy, sword in hand. Forcing the human to look upon his mutilated visage, the Forsaken gave a horrific smile, switching to the Common language instead of the guttural speech of his kin. “Oh no. We will bring this one back alive, but the commander never said what state he had been. He has a few extra limbs we can take as snacks for the road. His screams will be a lovely orchestra for our meal.”

Anyone who knows me knows that, recently, I’ve been bouncing around between a lot of characters, leveling many others, and been more or less absent from the RP scene. I’ve been having a harder and harder time lately getting into just about anything regarding WoW and was probably a week away from quitting entirely.

With my new job, I current work a graveyard security shift where, at least for the next few months, bugger all is going to happen. Talking with my longtime rp partner and best friend, she put forth a challenge to me. One that would allow me to potentially get my RP groove back as well as give me something active for my mind to do as I’m at work. Thus, Caine has been born. 

For the time being HE WILL ONLY EXIST ON TUMBLR. There is no in-game version of him just yet. I want him to become full fleshed out and able to stand on his own before potentially bringing him to the game. This also will give me more motivation to write for him as his story isn’t being told through multiple mediums.

I am also challenging myself by changing up my writing style for him. There will be no ask posts, no rp prompts, no ooc post. After the next story bit, all the stories will happen in the current timeline as Caine is unveiling his life story to the young soldier. These will be told in the first person, campfire story-esque manner. Something I’m completely unfamiliar with.

Long explanation, I agree, but I wanted people to know what I was doing in-case someone started looking for him ingame. So if you’re on Tumblr to read stories, feel free to give Caine a follow as you won’t be spammed with anything else from it. If you’re looking for someone to hit with prompts and such, this won’t be the blog for you.

Now here’s a platypus.

The Villain