#Alexander Kestavin

[lorraine-lemieux]

The End

Alexander had Elias in his arms. The boy cooing happily at seeing his father once more. The man looked banged and bruised. Slightly emaciated and he'd done nothing about his hair. He was clean but he seemed tired and worn out. Alex just smiled as he'd lean in to kiss Elias' forehead, "My little Duke. You're going to make the people of Rosenfield so proud one day. So so proud." The boy just yelled happily as his eyes were wide. His hands reaching out for his father as Alex softly bounced him in his arms. He'd missed his son terribly. All of this seemingly showing his priorities. Alex and Elias were currently in the den. Guards seemingly sparse, but alert. Maybe even moreso with Thaylynn and Rian not in Ravenshollow.

Something in the shadows cast over the room shifted and then, rapidly tugging into a center mass, there appeared the familiar form of a woman that gathered until finally it was clear it was Lorraine. She stood absolutely still for a moment, as though expecting to be shot.t

Alex looked towards the spot harshly before he'd turn back to the fire, "Please leave." His voice sounded defeated and tired. The raven-haired man very slowly walked towards the playpen that was set up away from the fireplace as he'd carefully set his son down into it. The boy on his hands and knees just watching them both.

Alex looked towards Lorraine momentarily before he'd shout past her, "Guards. Please remove this woman from my sight!" This of course caused two guards from the hallway to move into the room. Both of them looking Lorraine over and then back to Alex before nodding their heads.

"If you lay a hand on me, I will curse you," she said to the guards, her eyes fixing on him, "I've come to talk to you and explain myself with out a bloody audience."

Alex sighed and shook his head before he'd wave the guards off, "And what gives you the right to think I even -want- to talk to you right now, Lorraine?" There was this hint of venom to his voice. The anger could be heard clearly. But the venom was subtle. As if it was truly just waiting to strike.

"Because it is what you are owed, Alexander," she said, her voice hard. She wouldn't flinch, she expected anger. She felt it clearly. She kept her voice calm and direct, as if to not upset or alert the child in the room.

His eyes narrowed as he'd walk past her and out of the room so as not to startle Elias. He'd shoo off the guards, "I was in fucking prison and you ran back to him. You knew I was in trouble and you still ran back to -him-." Alex growled as he'd stomp down the hallway towards a different room. If Lorraine paid attention she'd see a wetnurse quickly make her way across the hallway into the room they were just in. Clearly someone was nearby all the time to make sure Elias was cared for.

She followed him slowly, robes flapping at her feet as she walked, not chased after him, down the hallway. She waited to speak until they had entered the new room, her gloved hands tented at her middle in a patient manner. She paid the wetnurse no mind as she walked; her boots delivering her with hollow clacks of their wedged heels. "I did not run to him," she said, clarifying for him. "He came to me."

"How does that make it any better, Lorraine? I was gone for how long before you and him started back up? Huh? Was it even a week? I bet it fucking wasn't." Alex sat down at a desk as if to make sure there was something between them so he could not hurt her if it came to that. Even now he was thinking about her well being over his and it killed him inside.

She let out a small sigh. "The specifics are unimportant, Alexander and yes, the timing of this is awful," she said, squinting at the self-proclaimed martyr. "I'm not going to pretend it was a kind, or loyal thing to do either."

"The specifics are unimportant? I'd say they're pretty -damn- important, Lorraine! I was being tortured by three fucking monsters in there! They told me Jack Sault had fucking -taken- Elias. And one of two -fucking- reasons that I even made it through that hell hole was going behind my back to her ex the entire time!"

"Would it make you fell better or worse to know on which date he knocked on my door and begged my forgiveness?" She asked, calmly. Still, despite the sinking feeling in her gut, her face remained neutral. "I'm sorry they took you there, and I'm sorry that they tortured you, Alexander. Not that it means much now."

Alex just growled in return, "Are you really sorry, Lorraine?" His right hand slamming down onto what was probably Thaylynn's desk. His eyes flashing over with void for a split second, "While I was being tortured. You go behind my back to get back with Jacob. Who you could've denied at the moment considering of everything going on. But no. You continue ahead with the cheating. And you have the gall to say you're fucking sorry?"

She moved unnaturally quick, her hands settled on the desk as she found herself suddenly yellling. "Oh, knock it off Alex!" She yelled down at him, her own hands sparking with violet magic, "You and I were in no place to be together and you knew it! Your wife hasn't even been gone six weeks and you slept with me!"

"Out! Fucking out! I do not want to see your face near me, my family, or my son ever again. How dare you bring my wife into this. This has fucking -nothing- to do with her. This is about your cheating because you thought I was fucking dead! Admit it! You thought me dead so you hopped back on to Jacob's dick like I didn't even fucking exist, Lorraine!"

She stood slowly, "It isn't so wonderful to be called black, is it, Alexander," she spat at him, crossing her arms. Two shadowed handprints marked where she'd set her palms. "I did not do this because I thought you were dead, I did this because I love him!" She shouted, withdrawing slightly as tears stunk at her eyes and she turned away. "I always would have. I'm sorry you got hurt, Alexander. Truly, I am, but you don't get to sit there and tell me I wasn't your rebound."

His eyes never moved from the shadowed handprints she left on the desk. His voice croaked momentarily, "You're not wrong. You were originally supposed to be a rebound. But I truly wanted something more than that before I was taken.  No I can't say I loved you. Because what's the love of someone new in the face of the greatest mountain of love you've ever known?" He looked towards the windows and watched the sun rise over the mountains, "I understand why you did it. But it doesn't make it hurt any less. If Isabella just appeared out of no-where while we were dating. I'd take her back in a heart beat. But there's better ways to go about it." He looked back to her with tears streaking down his face. His hands palming the desk now.

She turned then, a coiled hand held against the pout of her lips as she watched his face. "Alex," she said, her voice softening a little, "You and me... we would've hurt each other. I'm not what you want. I'm not the kind of girl you want. You'd have spent your life pretending it was enough and I would've spent my life trying to measure up and we both know that is not good. You are... with out a doubt... my best friend. With out you, I might've faded away...and for that I am eternally grateful. I'm.... truly, irrevocably sorry you got hurt this way. I never intended this to happen... it just... did."

Alex just collapsed back into the chair. His eyes staring off into nothingness, "I don't...think we should see each other for a bit. I mean I'm sure you'll be fine. But I need to work through this." Alex just shook his head as he'd sigh to himself, "I think...I'm gonna focus on Elias and the Kestavins for a little bit. I'll let Ven know in my own time. But umm...yeah." Tears were streaming freely now as Alex found it hard to even look at Lorraine.

"I understand," she said, gracefully, clearing her throat some. She paused, "For what it's worth... I'm sure the whisperings among our colleagues will spread like wild fire of me being the company slut." She said, wounding herself. She looked down at her feet. "I am sorry, Lord Kestavin. I hope you find peace in your son."

Alexander just looked away and sighed, "It's whatever, Lorraine. I'll get over it." His eyes landed upon her for a moment and then he'd just stand up and walk out of the room, "Just know I won't be there the next time he hurts you, Lorraine."

"Neither will I," she said, slinking back into the shadow and then, her form sparked with violet and slowly vanished from view in a spark of shadows. With a tiny pop! she was gone.

(Collaborative rp with @alexkestavin, @jacob-holt for reference)

[lemieuxpapergoods]

Holt and Thorne Lyric Graphic Series - 5 of ?

Lord Alexander Kestavin

@alexkestavin

[alexkestavin]

Character Sheet: Alexander Kestavin

BASICS

Full name: Alexander Thomas Kestavin Nickname(s): Alex Title(s): Lord and Lord Regent Sex: Male Gender: Cis Height: 6 Feet and 2 inches Age: 32 years old Zodiac: Capricorn Spoken languages: Common, minor Thalassian, Sign Language

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

Hair color: Black Eye color: Steel Blue Skin tone: Slightly tanned Body type: Built, slightly muscular Voice: Heavily controlled. He has trained himself to completely hide the Westfallian accent that he had gained from growing up in Westfall. Dominant hand: Ambidextrous (Favors his right) Posture: Alex’s posture can either be very proper or very loose. It depends on where he’s at. Scars:

A multitude of scars across his face.

Scars all over his back and chest

Everything from burn scars to slashing scars across his arms.

Tattoos: Heavy black and skin-colored tattoo that wraps back and forth across his arms and pecs. Magical runes seem to be hidden in between various lines of the tattoo.

Birthmarks:  N/A Most noticeable feature(s): Likely his scars.

CHILDHOOD

Place of birth: Ravenshallow Manor, Ravenshallow County, Alterac Birth weight/height: Unknown First words: Unknown Siblings: 

Tristan Kestavin (Deceased)

Thaylynn Kestavin (Alive)

Daisy Ann Maknus (Unknown)

Parents:

Roland Kestavin (Biological-Deceased)

Elizabeth Kestavin (Biological-Deceased)

Sarah Maknus (Adoptive-Deceased)

Andres Maknus (Adoptive-Deceased)

Parental involvement: Alex never met his biological parents. He misses his adoptive mother. And he wishes his adoptive father never existed.

Children:

Ophelia Maknus-Vellice (Biological daughter)

Elias Kestavin (Biological son)

Greyson Birch (Step-son)

ADULT LIFE

Occupation: Ship Captain of The Sudden Storm, and Co-owner of The Lace Lounge Current residence: The Lustrus Isle (Headcanon location) Close friends: Henroth Valdemar ( @blackenedhelm ), Venreena Holt ( @venreenaholt ), and Keldant Eversorrow ( @explosivesorrow ) Relationship status: Married to Eliceyn Kestavin ( @eliceynbirch ) Financial status: Well-off Criminal record: Convicted:

Assault

Drunk and Disorderly Conduct

Pickpocketing

Suspected:

Murder

Theft

Illegal possession of firearms and weaponry

Vices:

Sex

Alcohol

Various illicit substances

SEX & ROMANCE

Sexual orientation: Straight (Mostly) Preferred emotional role: submissive | dominant | switch Preferred sexual role: submissive | dominant | switch Libido: Decently high Turn-ons: A submissive woman, someone who can hold a conversation, tenderness, willing to try new things, confidence. Turnoffs: Arrogance, Controlling behavior, general asshole behavior, abusive/manipulative acts/behavior Love language: Alex’s love language tends to be touch of any kind and affection. Relationship tendencies: Alex doesn’t really have tendencies too much with his relationships. Each once is different.

Character’s theme song(s): I have absolutely -no idea-. Hobbies to pass time: Baking, cooking, blacksmithing, and spending time with his wife and family. Mental illnesses: PTSD Physical illnesses: A chronic pain from having his wounds healed too often. Left or right-brained: Left-brained Fears: Losing his family, being alone when he dies, losing another wife or child Self-confidence level: Extremely high. Vulnerabilities: Alex is -very- paranoid. And thinks of himself a bit too high sometimes. Tagged by: @blackenedhelm and @eliceynbirch Tagging: Anyone who’d like to do this.

[maeskia]

Lace Lounge Blogroll

Below is a list of those in the guild Lace Lounge, please give the blogs a follow.  We would love for you to roleplay with us!

Send questions, prompts, and more.  Many of us will follow you back and do the same.  18 years or older only please as this is an R-rated guild.   Be respectful and do not follow if you are younger.

Owners:

Name: Eliceyn Kestavin

Name: Eliceyn Kestavin

Title: Madam of 'The Lace Lounge'

Other hobbies:  Cooking, Reading, Magic Practice

Race: Afflicted Human

Name in game: Elïceyn (ALT Code: Alt 0239)

FC: Kate Beckinsale

Name: Alexander Thomas Kestavin

Title: Lord, Co-Owner of the Lace Lounge, Captain of the Sudden Storm

Other Hobbies:  Blacksmithing, working out, and baking

Race: Ateraci Human

Name in game: Andèrson - Alliance

FC: Michiel Huisman / Santiago Cabrera

Name: Maeskia Duskwhisper

Title: Lace Lounge investor, Lady, Researcher, Published writer

Other hobbies: Writing, spell crafting, experimenting, investing in several businesses, singing

Race: Ren’dorei

Name in game: Maeskiia - Alliance  Maeskia - horde (toon is onlyrp on alliance atm)

FC: Angelina Jolie

Name: Sefinora Grimlocke

Title: Bartender & Muscle/Occasional Escort

Other Hobbies: Cooking, Leatherworking, Hunting

Race: Afflicted Gilnean

Name In-Game: Sefinora

FC: Lauren Cohan (The Walking Dead)

Name: Rayam Silvershade

Title: Escort for the Lace Lounge

Other hobbies: Flirting, fucking annnd flirting again

Race: Ren’dorei

Name in game: Silversahde - Alliance

FC: Jude Law

Name: Lady Vellanaris Silversheen

Title: Seamstress for the Lace Lounge

Other hobbies:  Animal care, Sewing, Training

Race: Sin'dorei

Name in game: Vellanaris - Horde

FC: Amanda Seyfried

Name: Aisla Montgomery

Title: TLL Bar Manager

Other hobbies: Singing, playing guitar, writing music, fucking Darren

Race: Human

Gender: Female

FC: Emmy Rossum 

Name: Atreyu Silverwing

Title: TLL - kinda does everything

Other hobbies: Botany, piano, singing

Race: Sin'dorei

Gender: Male

FC: Tyler Hoechlin

Name: Tasca Leafshredder

Title:  Physician 

Other hobbies:  Drinking, drinking, rum love

Race: Appears Kaldorei

Name in game: Nortanu

FC: Ashley Graham

Name: Leon E. Ambroce

Title: Proprietor of the Cookbook, escort for the Lace Lounge

Other hobbies:  Leatherworking, Cooking

Race: Gilnean Human (afflicted)

Name in game: Cambor - Alliance

FC: Joseph Fiennes / Derek Yates (body only)

Name: Bel'sharia Drath

Title: Muscle

Other hobbies: Reading, writing, working out, cigars

Race: Kaldoeri

Name in game: Belsharia

FC:  Kobra Paige

Name: Lochlan Almash

Title: Muscle, Bodyguard, Blacksmith, general handyman, sellsword

Other hobbies: smithing, drinking to excess, sarcasm (yeah its a hobby), working out, practicing his sword work. 

Race: Cursed Human (Worgen)

Name in game: Almash

FC:  Luke Evans 

 Name: Leona Davos

Title: Poledancer

Other Hobbies: Dancing, drawing

Race: Kul'Tiran Human

Name in Game: Leonå

FC: Alexandra Daddario

Name: Syvan Kylar Clare

Title:  Entertainer - Musician

Other hobbies:  Writing poetry, drinking, revenge

Race: Appears Kul Tiran

Name in game: Sæwine

FC: Aaron Ashmore

Name: Amaranu "Ranu" Stillsnow

Title: Security

Other hobbies: Botanical genetics

Race: Kaldorei Illidari

Name in game: Amaranu

FC: Manish Dayal

Name: Alysri Blackmoon

Title: Escort

Other Hobbies: Animals, People.

Race: Kaldorei

Name in Game: Alysri

....

Please note this is not all of our current employees and guildmates.  I created this on my spare time and used what was sent to me!  I have a draft saved of this and will update/add more as we grow.

@thelaceloungewra @wraconnect

[holtandthornetradingco]

Our Employees. (OOC)

We usually do what we can to showcase our many amazing guild writers! However to see more and catch everything here’s the list of blogs you can follow! We’ve even got it alphabetical by first name.

Adaire Vanburen

Alastin Galrend

Alexander Kestavin

Alexandria Morrowgrove

Alexina Thorne

Asketill Bjornsson

Cedrick Holt

Cesare Fauste

Eden Vanburen

Jacob Holt

Karlotta Vanburen

Silas Vanburen

Lorraine Lemieux

Lysandra Vanburen

Lynx Dilancri

Motlos Sprychart

Rhett Vanburen

Trevor Stalyn

Tryck Pistolwidget

Varick Vanburen

Venreena Holt

Y’ri Allseeker

Check them all out! We’ll add more as we get more. We are recruiting! Interested in joining our merry band of shenanigans?

@motlos-sprychart @alexandria-morrowgrove @venreenaholt and @lorraine-lemieux can assist with recruitment! We’re in game, on tumblr, and in discord.

[alexandria-morrowgrove]

No More Nightmares (Part 1)

On the average autumn day a soft buzz went off, the doctor stirred from her sleep as she heard the noise from her nightstand. Hesitantly reaching for the object in mind she felt a warm pair of arms tighten their grip on her midsection. Someone didn’t want her up and moving. Yet the noise drew her to at least listen. Had someone been hurt?

The answer in a way was yes, a Quel’dorei needed her at the office. Early...just before dawn. For Alexandria looked out of the window and did not see the sun. The warm pinks and oranges of a sunrise were hours away it seemed, well into the late hours of the night. No wonder she thought that her partner held her close and wanted her to go back to sleep.

Injury? Alexandria pondered this, the two women had a prior appointment. The doctor worried given the circumstances might’ve become more severe in a matter of days. Migraines, dizziness. A lack of well being due to an arcane mass much like a tumor just sitting on a part of the brain. It had grown and condensed, threatening to cut off blood flow and in short terminate the woman in question. A memory block spell gone wrong the doctor had concluded, but what hadn’t been concluded was the length of time the Quel’dorei had before something must be done to remove it.

Answer? That moment, that morning. It had to go, more and more pressure on the brain the woman was in a pale state. She looked unwell, like she hadn’t slept in days. Alexandria approaches the woman in the office, rushing her to a cot. Though she wasn’t a magi herself the doctor knew with enough energy of her own she could attempt to nullify the mass of arcane. Her only remaining question she didn’t have time to answer however, did she have enough magic within to overpower and nullify this magister’s arcane tumor? That’s what she’d call this in her own mind, an arcane tumor.

Notice was given to her emergency contact, a friend to Alexandria. Alexander Kestavin, her partner. The doctor questioned nothing at the time, lost in a series of spells and energy dueling...she’d failed to take remaining stores away. Lymenia had back up reserves that were being used to defend against Alexandria. The druidess hadn’t seen it, hadn’t known. Lost deep within the tunnels of the Quel’dorei’s mind she could not break her concentration. She could not stop her spell, thankfully...Alexander appeared. He came as the unsung hero to pull the plug on each magical item the magister wore. Until the Druid could attempt to overpower the arcane mass again.

It didn’t work.

It didn’t work.

The Druid did not have the natural mana to continue the fight against this magi. But if she lost? The elf would die, for the arcane in defense had clutched onto the brain. It would suffocate the body of all oxygen and kill the blood flow to the brain. Alexandria has no choice, no options. She calls out into the office, to the ceiling and sky above for aid. Surely nature would answer her cry to preserve life? To save a natural being? A spirit surely would answer her pleas? Something local?

Silence. The doctor heard raw silence...until a whisper crept into her mind.

“I’m still here Oak Speaker. I’ve never left..”

‘No...no not you. I can’t...I will not give into you shadow.’

“But she dies if you do not...go on. You can feed me the energy I require to heal her. You could save her...you know the price. You know what it will take.” The shadow laughed in her mind. It knew what it’d make her do. Alexandria has to choose...let Lymenia die. Or find another source of energy to draw from...to funnel. Her concentration broke briefly. Enough to see Alexander as a hand outstretched to him. “Come here.”

The moment he came in range, the moment Lord Kestavin took a step closer she lunges. The Druid clasping onto his arm, using older magic, older rituals to funnel the energy from him. To take the shadows and consume them...in return she pushed more and more filtered arcane into Lymenia to break the shell. To break the arcane tumor. Alexandria became a filter for the three. Absorbing the shadow from Alexander and giving only arcane to Lymenia.

It worked. It bloody worked! But Alexandria watched the toll it took on Alexander. How he could barely move. How Lymenia looked so drained with no magic...no arcane coursing through her.

Alexandria however? She heard a laugh again. The sickening and deafening laugh of the shadow haunting her. She could see it in the dark, the cruel grin it held. ‘You’re mine. Oak speaker. The price must be paid and it will be paid in your blood!’

It only spoke to her, suddenly the doctor found herself on a cot. She felt her back was on fire. The scorching pain as corruption flared from within. It ate at her core and she couldn’t speak. She screamed, don’t sleep. Don’t fall asleep. Stay awake the Druid commanded herself. Do not dream, do not give into the shadow.

She heard humming, someone tried to ease her sudden suffering. Lymenia? Alexander? She didn’t know. She did know however this wouldn't end well. She could not be in this office anymore. The pain of her back was enough. A hand fumbled for the radio she had, to offer it blindly toward Lymenia.

The last words she recalls saying before she fell into unconsciousness…”say th’ tree blossomed...and where...we are.”

Alexandria could only pray help would come, she wouldn’t be awake to see or hear it. She did not know it had or ever would. When her eyes opened next all she saw was the dark.

With no way out of it. No way to be freed or saved from this. She was alone with the demon inside of her, now she had to face it. Even then...she still worried. She worried for Lymenia and Alexander. Was it worth all of this? Did she do the right thing in sacrificing herself? Could she be salvaged?

(Part 2 coming soon.)

( @alexkestavin @lymeinanovara and @adairevanburen for mentions. Part 2 will come later tonight. Just have to get it all written up. Thanks for reading!)

[lady-rian]

Five Days Before:

((Mood))

Earlier in the morning, Rian had made the journey up to a nearby overlook with a group of guards and wagons. Through the morning the pyre was built, heavy spruce logs had been cleaned and stacked. Alexander's wife, dressed in elegant lace robes, her hair had been washed and done with little forget-me-knot flowers braided through. Around the bottom of the pyre were bushels of wildflowers native to the Duchess' home. The cliff side looked over the late blooms of Ravenshollow's valley surrounded by the mountains of Alterac. 

After placing a bouquet carefully in the Duchess' hands, Rian stepped back looking over the last details through glassy eyes. For the sadness that came with such a day, the small touches and view were one befitting of royalty. With all that transpired in the world with turmoil and war, Rian made a point to see that the last memories of Isabella would be a beautiful one. As the day drew on, those who wished to pay their respects would arrive, they might note in the distance on the opposite side of the valley a rainbow begin to take shape.

All was calm in the keep, almost eerily so, after the family returned form the mountainside funeral pyre. The following morning half the forces would march to meet the King’s call. With the details falling into place, the Countess paced the halls unable to sleep. A small cry let off from within the nursery. The sound came with the weight of guilt and purpose. “I’m here, Sister Abingdon,” she announced. turning the corner as she entered the room. Rian moved to take up the small babe from the priestess. 

For the moment she was glad the woman couldn’t see the concern that riddled her features. “She’ll be fine, my Lady. You’ve my word.” Came Sahirra’s comfort. 

(( @house-kestavin​ @thaylynnkestavin​ @alexkestavin​ For mentions and pertinent. Apologies for the delay in story writing/posts been out of town the last week. Hoping to get caught up soon! ))

The intuition brought a side eye from Rian, who set to pacing the room and running a hand over Serenity’s back. “I’ve no doubt in that.” was the hushed response between hummed breaths of a quiet lullaby. The words were not entirely honest. It wasn’t the first time Rian had marched to heed a King’s call. Yet the weight of the building war and knowing the Banshee Queen held no limits held the subtle fear in place. Even in prayer, the Light seemed harder and harder to reach.

Forcing a smile, Rian laid the babe back to rest cradled in her arm. Her free hand giving a gentle caress over the soft plush of the child’s cheek. Rian’s whole world rested in the child’s deep blue orbs. While fear held, it was Serenity’s gaze that truly brought her comfort and courage. In those eyes the weight of the battle to come seemed less daunting and all the more necessary. “I’ll be home before you know it, dear one.” 

Once Serenity was calm once more, Rian placed a kiss to her brow and settled her into the bassinet. The priestess rose from her seat to take her leave with the careful caress across the Countess’ shoulders on the way out. Before she made it to the end of the hall, the soft sound of a lullaby on an old violin began to emanate from the nursery. For what remained of the evening, for what little time was left before the march, it would be cherished in quiet celebration of life, and family.

[sarahnirennith]

In Depth Character Sheet: Sarahni Rennith

Name: Sarahni Rennith Name meaning:  Rose Nicknames: Sarah Age: 31 How old s/he appears: Adult Woman Birthdate: September 16th Element: Arcane Nationality/Race: Lordaeronian Human Eyes: Brown Hair: Golden Yello Skin: Light Tan Body type: Toned Height/weight: 5′7. It’s rude to ask! Facial details: Smug Features/marks: Burn marks across shoulder-blades. Tattoos on both arms. Health: Physically is healthy. Mentally is tired. Sexuality: Heterosexual? Gender: Female Physical limitations: Left arm is slightly weaker than the right. Physical advantages: Has hand to hand combat training.

Mother: Kitrana Rennith Father: Matthias Rennith

Siblings: None Birth order: None Pets: None Friends: @tiomodm (Tiom Holt), @venreenaholt (Venreena Holt), @adhelin (Adhelin Holt), Willexis Soltor, @alexkestavin (Alexander Kestavin) Acquaintances: @vladimirbaustent (Vladimir Baustent), @cedrickholtstories (Cedrick Holt), @susan-gampre (Susan Gampre),  Luciera Haynes Nemeses: Percival Thalsian Significant other: Tiom Holt Other relevant people: N/A Liked or disliked?: People seem to like her, in general.  Schooling: Taught in Dalaran. Has studied many schools of Arcanic Magic. Athletics: Morning workouts nearly every day. Hobbies: Reading, Hiking, Being in her Study. Skilled at: Spellcasting, swords, diplomacy/ Unskilled at: Firearms and bows. Trait s/he wishes s/he had: A better knowledge of Chronomagic.  Temperament: Calm mostly unless riled up. Attitude: Inquisitive, stubborn, friendly Quirks: Taps fingers when deep in thought. Priorities: Her work and maintaining everything around her. Philosophy:  I play my part, but in the end things will play out as they do. Good habits: An excellent worker. Attentive to details.  Bad habits: Often isolates herself when working for long periods of time. Works herself ragged without stopping to rest.  Positive traits: Loyal, caring, loving Negative traits: Stubborn. Quiet. Weaknesses: Anti-magic Wards. Swords and other weapons hitting her. Strengths: Is too stubborn to quit, will see her work through to the end no matter the cost. Proud of: How much she’s accomplished in her life and the people she’s met along the way. Embarrassed by: Talking about her childhood. Fears/phobias: Losing control of herself. Falling into darker Magics, Dying alone. Secrets: Something that involves a close friend of hers. Regrets: Not being there when her parents were killed. Angered by: Seeing innocents harmed. People that use dark Magics. Calmed by: Her study. Herbal Tea. Most at ease when: Spending the day with her work. Ill at ease when: Someplace that she doesn’t want to be.

In a crisis: Will immediately move to take charge, or will take a step back and see how things play out. Under pressure: Sticks to her way of doing things until the job is done. In awkward social situations: Excuses herself. Can s/he keep a secret?: Absolutely Independent or needy?: Independent, though enjoys the company of others at times. People are inherently…:  Flawed.  Day or night?: Night Pessimist or optimist?: I would say she’s more realistic and balanced between the two Big picture or small details?: It’s the attention to small details that make up the bigger picture. Important events in life: Death of her parents. Her new life in Dalaran. Her upcoming wedding. Short-term goals/hopes: Continue to learn about this new substance called Azerite. Long-term goals/hopes: Possibly start a family. How s/he feels about self: Sarahni feels that she sometimes makes very poor decisions in regards to her own wellbeing, but at the same time feels helpless to really change anything about it. Likes/Dislikes:

Likes – Reading. Studying. Experimenting with formulas.  Dislikes – Willful ignorance. Annoying people. Warlocks.  Food: Mostly meat. Loves fruit and seafood as well Drink: Water mostly, but won’t refuse something stronger. Color: Violet Animals: None, though she has experience caring for animals in the past. Chores: Tidying her and Tiom’s home, maintaining her workspace. Buying reagents. Season: Fall and Winter mostly, though the winter season makes her ruminate on her past. Expletives: “Fuck! Shit! Damn! Hell!”

@householt (And everyone I tagged in it!) @alliesweetsong-wra who I took this from!  @tiomodm @susan-gampre @thalsianiii 

[risrielthron]

The impromptu wedding of Lord Alexander Kestavin and Cadence Moreau

@venreenaholt @alexkestavin @penumbral-whisper

[lorraine-lemieux]

Special Delivery

A pretty little box, tied up with twine and delivered with a hand written card arrived to the home of the Kestavins in the later hours of the morning. With in, was a delightful arrangement of light pink, homemade heart-shaped cookies that were cherry flavored with a bit of almond paste holding the two sandwiched pieces together.

The little note read,

Dear Lady Cadence Kestavin,

A little bird (aka, Lord Alexander) had said you were a little bed bound last night at the faire and I wanted to let you know you’re in my thoughts and I’m happy you are okay.

Shadows keep you,

Lady Lorraine Lemieux

@penumbral-whisper @alexkestavin

[alexkestavin]

Meet The Muse: Alexander Kestavin

general information—— —

FULL NAME: Alexander Thomas Kestavin

NICKNAME(S): Alex

TITLE(S): Lord - Captain AGE: 33 years old

BIRTHDAY:  January 17th

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male

MARITAL STATUS: Widower (Single)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Mostly straight

physical appearance—— —

HAIR:  About shoulder length, slightly curly, and jet black.

EYES:  Steel Blue

HEIGHT:  6′2″

BUILD: Fit, built well, but not overly muscular

DISTINGUISHING MARKS/PHYSICAL TRAITS:

Three scars on his face.

The first scar goes from his left temple to his right cheek.

The second scar goes across the bridge of his nose

The third scar goes from the tip of his left eye down to his left jaw.

TATTOOS:

Alex has a myriad of sleeve tattoos. With a lot of runes embedded into the tattoos that can’t be seen unless they’ve been activated.

PIERCINGS: No piercings currently.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

His bag of many things that is enchanted to be bigger on the inside than it should be. It holds many of his accessories that he doesn’t need at a moment’s notice.

EQUIPMENT:

Alex tends to sport a wide range of weaponry on his person. His main thing is either a couple daggers, or a sword, or both at the same time.

He also for a while sported three one-shot pistols on his chest.

personal information—— —

PROFESSION(S): Captain, Assassin, Mercenary, Noble

HOBBIES: Blacksmithing, Baking, and people watching

SKILL(S): Blacksmithing, Baking, Swordskills, Shadow Magic,

LANGUAGE(S): Common

RESIDENCE: House in Stormwind, House in Boralus, and then he’s got a house in Stormsong Valley.

BIRTHPLACE: Ravenshollow Country, Alterac Valley

RELIGION: N/A

PATRON DEITY: N/A

FEARS:

Losing his Family.

Being forgotten.

And more that have yet to be found out.

relationships—— —

SPOUSE:

None currently (Widower)

CHILDREN:

Ophelia Vellice-Kestavin (Daughter)

Elias Kestavin (Son)

RELATIVES:

Lord Roland Kestavin ( Father - Deceased )

Lady Elizabeth Kestavin ( Mother - Deceased )

Tristan Kestavin ( Brother - Deceased )

Thaylynn Kestavin ( Brother )

Lailana Kestavin ( Half-sister )

Andres Maknus ( Adoptive Father - Deceased )

Sarah Maknus ( Adoptive Mother - Deceased )

Daisyann Maknus ( Sister - Missing )

OTHER: N/A

PETS:

Ace the Polar Bear

traits—— —

•extroverted / introverted / in between.

•disorganized / organized / in between.

•close minded / open-minded / in between.

•calm / anxious / in between.

•disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

•cautious / reckless / in between.

•patient / impatient / in between.

•outspoken / reserved / in between.

•leader / follower / in between.

•empathetic / indifferent / in between.

•optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

•traditional / modern / in between.

•hard-working / lazy / in between.

•cultured / uncultured / in between.

•loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

•assertive / timid / in between

additional information—— —

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

BRIEF DESCRIPTION: Alex has been around for a while and has loads of different things that he has done and accomplished. He feels older than he is and he just wants to get away from all of the fighting. But it likes to keep tugging at him. Pulling him back into all of the frays of the world. He just wants to get Rosenfield back for his son and live out his days. But he knows it’s not going to work out that way.

extra—— —

FACECLAIM(S): Michiel Huisman

VOICE CLAIM(S): Michiel Huisman (Not surprisingly. Lol)

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

NAME PRONUNCIATION:

Al-ex

IN GAME NAME: Andèrson

ALT CODE: è - Alt + 138

[alexkestavin]

Details of: The Regent

Art done by @theblackvoidcat

full name. Alexander Thomas Kestavin pronunciation. Al-x-an-der Toh-mas Kes-tah-vin nicknames. Alex zodiac. Capricorn languages. Common, Thalassian, and Dwarvish

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

height. 6′2″ age. 33 years old hair color. Black eye color. Steel Blue skin tone. Tanned body type. Fit and cut accent. Formerly Westfallian has since toned it to normal nothing accent. dominant hand. Depends on the circumstance but usually right-handed. posture. Straight scars. Scars litter his body, shrapnal scars, burn scars, cuts and stabs, they’re everywhere. tattoos. Alex only has one tattoo right now. But it covers his chest and arms. And they’re embued with shadow runes to increase his magic output and sustainability when released.

most noticeable features.  His gaze tends to be rather intense. Even if he doesn’t mean to.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. Ravenshollow Manor, Ravenshollow County, Alterac Mountains hometown. Northwest of Sentinel Hill birth weight/height. Unknown manner of birth. Natural first words. Unknown siblings. Tristan Kestavin (Deceased) Thaylynn Kestavin (Alive) parents.  Roland Kestavin (Father; Deceased) and Elizabeth Kestavin (Mother; Deceased) Sarah Maknus (Adoptive Mother; Deceased) Andres Maknus (Adoptive Father; Deceased) parental involvement. Alex never met his biological parents. He would give anything to have his adoptive Mother back. And he wishes his adoptive Father never existed.

ADULT LIFE.

Occupation. Co-Owner of the Lace Lounge, Captain of the Sudden Storm, and Regent to Rosenfield Duchy Current residence. Stormsong Valley Close friends Henroth Valdemar ( @blackenedhelm ) relationship status. Married to Lady Eliceyn Kestavin ( @eliceynbirch ) financial status. Well off vices. Sex, Alcohol, Sweets, BAKED GOODS

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. Mostly Straight (Not always) romantic orientation. Alex is entirely straight romantically. He doesn’t date or have romantic relationships with men. preferred emotional role. submissive | dominant | switch | unsure | detached preferred sexual role.  submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed libido. Can’t keep his hands off his wife. turn-ons. Someone who can push back against his stubbornness, oh and his wife. She does that too. turn-offs.  Brash, overly stubborn, and rude people love language. Touch is huge with Alex. And also words of affirmation. relationship tendencies: Alex has a tendency to be very closed off in a certain sense until they find a way to break that shell. Essentially there’s surface level Alex who’s a jokester and happy go lucky. And then there’s Alex at his core who is honestly a really sad person. Breaking to the inner core takes a bit unless he feels exceptionally comfortable with you.

MISCELLANEOUS.

hobbies to pass the time. Smithing, Baking, and spending time with his family and pets, mental illnesses. PTSD (Recovering), Depression & Anxiety (Treated) physical illnesses. Nothing yet left or right brained. Right-brained (Mostly) fears. Losing his family, losing everything in his life, being alone, self-confidence level: Alex is pretty confident with himself. Even if it’s played up a little more than most realize. vulnerabilities. Family, friends, pets and that’s about it.

Tagged By: @murkeyglglgl @dardillien-ward @scion-of-silversheen @shewolf-jacqueline @eliceynbirch

Tagging: @sneakybinch (either lady) @blackenedhelm (Any of your dudes my dude) @venreenaholt @seaandsails @somberset @smokingveil @waroftwowolves

[alexkestavin]

As Alexander looked down at his comm he’d sigh softly, “So...we’re to go back to Boralus per Ven’s instructions, Anderson.” His eyes flicked towards the older gentleman who sat across from him at the small table in the cabin. The older man looked to Alex as he’d speak quietly, “And what of your son, Master Kestavin. He’ll be joining you I presume?” 

Alex nodded his head as he’d speak quietly, “Yes. Just like I hope you’d join my son and I. I won’t be able to bring my son with me everywhere and he still needs someone to take care of him.”

Anderson smiled as he’d snap his fingers. With a snap of arcane electricity, things started to be moved around the cabin, things being put away or pulled out and packed. With a nod of his head, he’d look towards Alex with a smile, “Of course, Master Kestavin.”

The trip from Alterac to Stormwind was quick with Anderson’s magic. The man was practically an Archmage in his own right but he only wished to work for his friend’s son. This was his calling. He was good at this. His ability with the arcane was just a plus because it made everything easier.

Alex looked towards the man with a chuckle as everything was loaded onto a ship and they were set off towards Kul Tiras. His son in his arms as the three of them stood on the bow of the ship. Returning to what will be home for a time.

The trip was easy but still took some time. As they stepped off the ship they were back in Boralus. Alex was back and Elias was getting to see a new place. At one-year-old, the boy had seen more of the world than most people who resided within it. But he was back. Now to get his ship back.

( @venreenaholt - @holtandthornetradingco )

[alexkestavin]

Part 1

He stood on the precipice. His hands were clammy and felt as if something was caught in this throat. The glow from the water deep below illuminated the underside of his form. As he looked back and stared deep into the darkness of the forest that seemed to reach out for him from an impossible distance.

The sky above was grey and black. Darkness swallowed it all except that greenish water that glowed beneath him. Alexander took a few steps back before he’d rush head first off the cliff. The nervousness breaking away into a determination. His hands shot out forward and his legs straightened up behind him. He was pushing into this dive and he was past the point of no return.

As he dived through the air all he could think about was his son, his daughter. The lives that he had to protect. He felt the tips of his fingers hit the water. And it all felt like slow motion. His eyes open as he watched the water get closer and closer.

He dove beneath the surface of the water and started to kick hard away from the cliff. His hands cupped as he’d force them back towards his legs. He opened his eyes once more and looked down. The distance between him and the floor of the tiny lake seemed to stretch on forever. But everywhere around him, this plant glowed brightly with a greenish hue. He wasn’t sure what it was. He wasn’t even sure if it was safe. But he’d been swimming with it for a while now.

Alex swam around for a while. Coming up for breath every so often. For some reason, this place comforted him. It allowed him his best thinking. However, he couldn’t be gone too long. The raven-haired man slowly made his way from the small lake. His eyes closed as he’d take in the coldness of the air. Deep breaths and solid thoughts. They flooded him as he’d look back towards the water before he’d make his way off through the forest.

His clothes were entirely waterlogged as his boots squelched and squashed through the woods. Not before too long Alex looked up and could see the lightness of a small stream of smoke wisping through the sky. He smiled as he’d stop at the clearing. His eyes falling over a cabin. Inside was lit, although barely and it just gave off this coziness.

As Alex opened the side door to the cabin this rush of heat hit his wet form and he’d smile even more. Making his way in and closing the door behind him. To the left was a wood burning stove that was being tended to by another man. Grey hair and impeccably dressed. Alex merely walked past the man without much of a word, although the man himself did speak, “He’s been put down for the night, sir. Please do not wake him.”

Alex pushed open the door directly in front of him. The door creaked slightly and inside laid a boy with pitch black hair like his own. Roughly a year old now laying on his back in a crib sleeping soundly. Alex pulled the door shut and nodded his head, “I’m going to sleep for the night, Anderson.”

The older gentleman nodded his head and spoke softly, “Sleep well, Master Kestavin.”

( @rian-kestavin @thaylynnkestavin @holtandthornetradingco )

[alexkestavin]

Yssadora's chin was perched atop two fingers, a flute of champagne in hand as her golden eyes scanned the room. It had been months since her previous appearance at any such gathering, having cited the ongoing war as her reason to withdraw from public life. Nails tapped lightly against the glass as fluid, purposeful steps swept her through the crowd. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she offered a hand to the human, voice a low purr, "Lady Yssadora Skysinger, your face is unfamiliar to me."

Alexander would certainly seem out of place in a room full of Sin’dorei. How a human was here and not being attacked on sight was a miracle. But there certainly seemed to be a gaggle of women not too far from him. Taking in the ”exotic” man that was one of a kind in a room of sin’dorei.

However once someone made their way forward towards him he’d give her a polite smile and light kiss upon the back of her knuckles before he’d speak quietly to her, “Lord Alexander Kestavin. And that is because I don’t come here often. However, I received an invitation and figured, ‘Why not?’ I can certainly say your face is unfamiliar to me as well. But I’m glad I’m getting a chance to grow familiar with it.”

( @lady-skysinger )

[alexkestavin]

The Regent’s Alignment

Alignment Test Found Here! 

Alexander’s Alignment

Chaotic Neutral- A chaotic neutral character follows his whims. He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions. A chaotic neutral character does not intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy. To do so, he would have to be motivated either by good (and a desire to liberate others) or evil (and a desire to make those different from himself suffer). A chaotic neutral character may be unpredictable, but his behavior is not totally random. He is not as likely to jump off a bridge as to cross it. Chaotic neutral is the best alignment you can be because it represents true freedom from both society's restrictions and a do-gooder's zeal. However, chaotic neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it seeks to eliminate all authority, harmony, and order in society. Detailed Results: Alignment: Lawful Good ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13) Neutral Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13) Chaotic Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (15) Lawful Neutral -- XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (14) True Neutral ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (14) Chaotic Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (16) Lawful Evil ----- XXXXXXXXXXXX (12) Neutral Evil ---- XXXXXXXXXXXX (12) Chaotic Evil ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (14) Law & Chaos: Law ----- XXXXXX (6) Neutral - XXXXXX (6) Chaos --- XXXXXXXX (8) Good & Evil: Good ---- XXXXXXX (7) Neutral - XXXXXXXX (8) Evil ---- XXXXXX (6)

Tagged by: @allseeker-wra

Tagging: @alexandria-morrowgrove @lymeinanovara @blackenedhelm @patiencekindnesscourage @rian-kestavin @venreenaholt @cedrickholtstories @thaylynnkestavin @idk whoever else.