#Jovilanni

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The Price of Prolific Potions

Content Warning: Murder, Blood, Some Gore, Violence

     Jovi, for once, was displaying a modicum of capability. Her trusty drinking flask was set aside, forgotten on a far shelf across the room. Her hands were busied with a small wire rack that she had finally fished from a lower cupboard. The room around her was a space she was intimately familiar with, the alchemy lab that dwelled within Sin’s estate. She had spent many an hour here learning, studying, and honing her practice. While over the last few months Jovi had taken some time off; the time spent caring more for her liquor indulgence, and less for the quality of her work. Though, it was made evident in the last meeting between her and Sin that she was not to fuck this up again. Now was the time for well-planned actions, her capabilities withdrawn from vacation to shine once again. To be lax a second time would surely mean a worse punishment than a stern talking to, and that wasn’t an activity she particularly enjoyed.

     Crystal vials were also accrued, though as Jovi set up the beakers and flasks, the events of the night prior replayed within her mind, that sting of shadow still causing her to grimace and her stomach to ache.

     That -man-. Vile. Disgusting. Greasy, fat, and violent. The woman. The maiden whose sights Jovi’s mind has inhabited. The knife slashing across her throat, and the shower of bloody, arterial spray that had followed. The blackness that had come, lasting only a brief moment in time but leaving that rotting pit in Jovi’s stomach. Lastly, the tome. The tome fading from sight in that protective case, last seen beneath the sheen of the woman’s ruby spray. The tome, that was the purpose, all else was the hindrance.

     “As you can see this isn’t just some smash and grab job, which is why I offered you real money for it, not some pittance.” Sin’s words that followed were far too vivid in imagery, her mind still echoed, Jovi unable to quite root it out just yet. Rather, it motivated her, as she certainly did not want that invasion upon her senses to happen again any time soon. So, Jovi allowed that scene to replay in her mind’s eye, details drank in, and a plan formulated.

     Jovi blinked, her hand flipping a lever and a flame igniting beneath her beaker. In the corner of  the room, incessant whimpering caused her ear to flick and her brows to furrow, concentration corrupted for a fleeting second. For now, the sound was drowned out. Only when the sound of wood scraping upon stone met her ears, did she fire a warning glare to the far corner of the room. “Now, knock it off. Ya jus’ wearin’ me out, mmkay? Sit tight.” With that, back to her concoction.

     Another cupboard was visited, different vials of herbs rifled through until their stock of Azshara’s Veil was acquired. It was a stiff bouquet of the flower, fresh as if picked just the day before. It was laid on a cutting board, Jovi acquiring a knife to begin clean slices of the plant into smaller portions. Promptly after, those pieces were dropped into a mortar, and a pestle was set to work milling the herb to an emulsion. While she worked those flowers into submission, she continued her contemplation on her plans at hand.

    The glimmer of those arcane wards in the man’s personal repository of void collections was a sharp picture. She knew well that there was going to have to be strides made to negate those troublesome runes. Lock picks would be needed simply to gain entry, but before all that, she must be able to blend and mingle amongst those humans, or at the very least, garner as little attention as possible while she gathered information. Thusly, here she was, solving that very problem in particular. The man’s agglomeration of various shadow tainted artifacts was certainly expansive, so -someone- surely knew something of where and how to find him.  

     Those herbs, now well milled, the mortar was lifted, and the contents spilled into a cheesecloth that hung suspended over a large alembic. It was bound and squeezed, those veil flowers being extracted of their essence that trickled down into the flask. The flask was then moved, left in place within a stand that allowed a burner to begin heating the ampulla at it’s base. Slowly, a simmer began, Jovi, in the interim, adding a few touches here and there in the form a pre-processed powders she had aligned at the ready.

     All was coming together, that brew stewing away happily while Jovi kept focused on her measurements and concise stirring. Still, those whispers of muffled fear clawed at her ears from the corner, that wooden scathe on cobbles sounding more urgent than ever. It hardly mattered, as it was time for the final ingredient. Again that knife was picked up, the flame on her mixture lowered to save it from burning that precious pot of brew. Back across the room she went to that very corner she kept aiming her warning and annoyed glances to.

     There, secured to a chair by chains upon wrists, ankles, and waist, was a woman. Some poor soul that had been caught, tricked by Jovilanni the night prior. The woman’s eyes wide with fear, the gag in her mouth stifling any words but merely allowing concerned whimpers to emit weakly from her. Jovi hardly knew this woman, but to some degree, she did. Jovi offered her a half-assed smile of apology, and a simple shrug of her shoulders.

      “Look.. S’nothin’ personal, really. Ya know, gotta do what I gotta do and all that. I gotta admit, I kinda liked not havin’ blood on my hands there for a while, but… Volatile Life’s -real- hard to come by, s’real expensive.. And I would jus’ rather make it myself.” She chuckled, waving her hand with a shake of her head, “Lookit me! Cheap as always, amirigh’?” She paused, leaning in towards that woman, their faces falling level as Jovi’s eyes mirrored her own. The words that then left her lips trailing a concise, toxic venom all their own, “ ‘Course, you’re cheap, too, aren’t you? Stole from me and mine. My friends really. I am sure you thought it a mild offense, but we don’t take to extortion lightly, and frankly, you just fucked with the wrong woman at the wrong time, lady. I hope that last high was -really- worth it. Because, well, like I said, it’s gonna be your last.” Jovi was hardly sympathetic anymore, her tongue clicking as she stood, reaching for a basin that rested on a nearby table. “For what it’s worth, you are saving me -so- much gold, and making my next job -so- much easier! How great is that?!”

     Jovi’s intent was obvious, that bowl cradled in one arm, the knife clenched in the other. There was a swift, horizontal arc of Jovi’s arm, leading that blade to whip the tip of its edge perpendicular to her throat. The blood coursed free, Jovi quickly dropping the blade to wrap her fingers into the hair upon that woman’s head, bowing it down. The bowl was nimbly cradled right in front of that pumping wound, the blood pouring and pooling into the basin, so fresh that it steamed. Jovi stayed there until the blood ran no longer, that bowl having collected quite an  of that heated vital essence. Of course, the woman passed silently, any pleads muffled and uncared for into the gag in her mouth.

     Action, she had to be quick. Jovi moved to a table that lay in another corner of the room, bringing that basin to rest upon concisely drawn alchemical symbols she had lying in wait. There was a dulled metallic clang as the vessel of blood was set to rest, those symbols igniting upon its touch. Three vials were pulled from Jovi’s pocket, tipped in turn to collect to pernicious vapor that coiled up from the pot. Those vials were corked, saving the vile, writhing vapor within.

     Her goal had been achieved, Jovi striding back to that beaker that simmered in wait. Those vials uncorked and tipped, that volatile life pouring to mingle with the previously spawned mixtures. Now that liquid spawned and seemed to live on it’s own over the heat, finishing it’s cook in mere minutes, Jovi pulling the beaker from the flame. A flask akin to the one that usually bared the weight of her liquor was retrieved, the potion carefully dispensed within. Finally, it was done, her illusory cover; a potion of illusion.

     Jovi smiled, leaving the lab to instead seek out her private room in the estate. The woman who made the ultimate sacrifice was left behind, Jovi surely assuming that Alak’lyn would have use for all those fresh parts left over. It was a macabre gift, in her mind, for the one whom had instructed her so well in her practice.

     Once in her secluded abode, the door was shut and locked behind her. Her clothes were shed, and there she stood, that flask of potion in hand her frame bared naked in front of a floor length mirror. This part was always worrisome, if those finer touches of ingredients were off in the slightest, the results would not be ideal. She had brewed this with specific intents; longevity, effectiveness, and, of course, her desired appearance in mind. She mulled it over, staring at herself for a few, final, lingering moments, her fingers rapping anxiously upon the canteen.

     Forgoing any further delay, she drank deep from the vessel, that potion bitter as it swept past her lips and down her gullet, but she forced it. It never tasted good. An ample dose downed, she cringed, feeling it toil in her belly. The flask was settled on a nearby surface, for safekeeping while she suffered what was to come.

     It began at her core, that sun kissed flesh striking white on her chest, her skin shifting to a hue of pearlescent porcelain. Her hair, it was no longer ebony, but a vibrant violet hue. Those emerald pools were snuffed out in lieu of a brilliant sapphire. The illusion took root, Jovi cringing with the changes but riding out the discomfort in muted silence, save her hissed, shallow breaths through clenched teeth.

     Finally, those ripples of change ceased, Jovi opening her eyes to regard her new disguise; a Ren’dorei. She truly looked the part. For one to witness her, she was, for all intents and purposes, an elf of the void. Of course, it was merely an illusion, a trick, and not her true form; though one would be hard pressed to find the seams in her work. The only risk; carefully maintained doses from that flask that was to be her new best friend. She admired herself for a moment, finding the foreign appearance rather satisfying and convincing.

     Her clothes were reapplied, hugging that new frame rather well, as the build hardly differed from her own before. She looked the part, now it was time to play it. She gathered her things, readying for another excursion of time long spent from home. Though, she certainly couldn’t leave without doing Sin a good frighten, after all, she worked hard, and someone, sacrificed much for her to have this appearance; she was going to indulge it. After that, however, the time for play would be over, and work would truly begin. She had a well protected tome to collect, and the process of that, in itself, was surely going to be the true challenge in all this.

     She moved to Sin’s study, her pack over her shoulder and readied to depart. While she waited for him she helped herself to his collection of maps, withdrawing a few that were tailored to her needs: a detailed map of Stormwind, and the forest that lie beyond it. With those atlases gathered, she was as prepared as she could be, save the meager joy of giving Sin a good startle by the stranger that inhabited his study.

[renwyck]

A Fortune for Jovilanni

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Character Bio - Jovilanni Nightblade - The Prolific Poisoner

Basic Information:

Full Name: Jovilanni Nightblade Nicknames/Titles: ‘Jovi’ - Prolific Poisoner - Conniver - Lovely Lush - Titillating Trickster - Soap Aficionado - The Duplicitious Dame - “Legit Snack”  Gender: Female Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Age: Adult Race: Sin’dorei Class: Cozener Face Claim: (For now) Zooey Deschanel / Adriana Lima

Character Appearance:

Hair: Ebony - Black as Pitch Skin: Pleasantly Sun-kissed Eyes: Emerald Green Height: 5’4” Weight: 118 lbs

Markings (Scars, Tattoo's etc): A few nicks and bumps as far as scars go, nothing maiming or noticeable disfiguring. No tattoos as of yet, though she has an interest in getting some! Are you a tattoo artist? She would probably love to see your work! Her ears are pierced, but she is also open to more of those as well! Body modifications (within reason) are a more than welcomed idea by her. Physical Features: She is a small statured woman, standing at a meager 5’ 4”, and she tends to be drowned in a crowd. However, should one get a good look at her, they will find her just as striking as her more prominent ilk. Pitch cascades of ebony flow past her shoulders in tamed curls, framing her sun-kissed face, and causing a complimenting contrast. Emerald hues, almond in shape, are most often the feature most prominent, and certainly, the most readily visible. Most of the time, a well fitted black leather mask rests snug over the lower half of her facial features. However, there are times when the full visage is revealed, showing a face blessed in beauty much like the Sin’dorei that surround her. Her lips are a supple shape and pink in natural hue, complimented well by the flush her liquor dabblings leave on her cheeks. Her frame, though small, is lithe and toned, trained, but seemingly inexperienced in deep throes of battle. She often favors leathers, well tailored and cared for so that they move well with her actions; silent, and effective.

Personality:

General Happiness: She is almost always happy! The only time she isn’t are the times that the liquor isn’t flowing, as it leaves her feeling a bit withdrawn. Overall, she is a bubbly person to be around, enjoying fun and good conversation. Social Level: While Jovi loves being social, she is not always the most socially adept. There are times where she can be too blunt, too open, or just quiet. It really depends on how she feels about her company/what she wants from them. Optimistic/Pessimistic:When it comes to herself, Jovi is ever optimistic. To the point that some may call her egotistical. She thinks she is the god's gift to azeroth, even though, in reality, she is nothing exceptional. The only thing she is truly exceptional at is business, and turning a profit from seemingly nothing. Positive Personality Traits: She is fun, bright, witty, and overall, a fun person to be around. Not only that, her confidence can be seen as contagious, sometimes bolstering even those around her. She is usually happy, and almost never causes a fight. She is loyal to those she deems true friends, and once one is on that roster, she would give them the shirt off her back. Negative Personality Traits: While she hardly sees it as a negative, her reliance on liquor and other recreational drugs is a crutch. She can be oblivious sometimes, as well. Not only that, she is perplexed to most of the graces of romance. While fully capable and wanting of love, Jovi really has no idea how to go about it anymore, resulting in a slew of one night stands and friends with benefits. Even when someone shows blatant romantic interest, if it isn’t explicitly spelled out, she probably won’t catch it. Misc. Quirks: Bluntness, a wrinkle of her nose, cheeky smiles, and laughter when nervous. Religion/Philosophy: Jovi is her own god and savior in her eyes, and she treats herself just as such. Likes: Liquor, Gin, Whiskey, Rum, all manners of alcohol. Thistle, mana dust, ok, all recreational drugs, really. Gold, she loves making money. People! She loves making new connections and cohorts. Alchemy! She has a natural affinity for it, and it is the sole skill she works on honing. Favorite Foods: …… Liquor! But really, she loves food! One would be hard pressed to find a food item that she wouldn’t willingly shove in her face. Favorite Drinks: …..LIQUOR! ALL THE LIQUOR! Do you see a trend yet? It is her main food/drink group to sustain off of. Also, tea. Sometimes a girl just needs something -other- than alcohol. Favorite Colors: Purple and Green Dislikes: Uptight and rigid sorts of people. She feels there is always room for a little fun in life. Despite being a drinker, she can’t handle the sound of gagging from others. It triggers her to do it as well. And… spiders. Cause there isn’t a more pure evil in the world. Hobbies: Alchemy! She loves -any- and all kinds of alchemy or the science of mixology! She loves talking to new people! More friends means more connections, and more aces up her sleeve should she find herself in a pinch.

General Character Info:

Relationship Status: Single Sexuality: Straight Place of residence: Undisclosed. More often than not, her home is the city of choice that evening. A slew of new rooms at whatever local inn there is. Place of Birth: Ghostlands Occupation: Cozener Group/Guild/Clan affiliation: Wolves Trading Co. Enemies: Whatever authority governs her city of the day. Most often, the Silvermoon Guards. They always wanna be in her business. Wealth Status: She is wealthy enough to live comfortably, though one would hardly call her ‘rich’.

Character Abilities and Proficiency:

Favored Weapon: Her words! Of course, if things get heavy, her body is laced with small knives and weaponry. Hardly ever needed, as she is a runner, not a fighter. Weapon Skill: Meager, at best. She hardly seeks out fights. Only when cornered with no escape will those daggers come out swinging.| Magic Abilities: None. Much to her disdain, Jovi has never had any magical affinities, despite her trying. Magic Strengths: Zilch. In her dreams, perhaps.

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Date with Jovilanni.

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Skeptical Jovi is skeptical. “Ya know what... -I- think s’gonna be the best two cents ya ever damned rubbed together and spent! So... Yeah, I’m ok, I guess!?” Throws her hands up.

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     It was  the end of a long day, and as much as Jovi adored those she called friends, on this particular evening, she was feeling spurned away from those people that knew her so well. It was hardly their doing, but one of Jovi’s off evenings, and she didn’t feel like carrying the light-as-air facade she worked so hard to maintain. So, she found herself off in some Inn never before seen, mingling with faces that she didn’t recognize, and those that didn’t recognize her.

     The drinks were being knocked back, and finally, she felt that comfortable numbness setting over her. Of course, aided by some dust that was railed flippantly off the tables ledge before her. For some time, she noticed a figure watching her from across the way, but this was not a night where she felt like indulging guests, so there was no beckoned welcome. Instead, Jovi was perfectly content to see if she could find the exact amount of liquor to send her into dreamless sleep.

    The watcher had other plans, the feminine figure rising to make their way to Jovi’s table, easing into the seat uninvited, which garnered her a baleful look from Jovi. “What?” A simple question with, what Jovi hoped, was a simple answer. The figure was obscured by an encompassing cloak that hugged over her frame and hid her visage, save a pair of full lips that displayed a muted, curious smile at the raven haired woman.

     “I simply wonder what it is you seek to find at the bottom of all these cups?” The mysterious femme flicked a finger amongst the row of emptied shot glasses that scattered the table, causing a clink of glass that made Jovi’s ears wilt.

     “What’s it to you?” Jovi huffed, ever used to these prodding questions. As if to make a point, one of those glasses was brought back into play, filled from her flask, and promptly downed.

     “There must be some reason a woman like you feels a need to drown themselves in liquor. I have found that my own proclivities have led me to behave in such ways at certain hours and  times. Call me an… interested benefactor. You know, I have watched you for some time.” This caught Jovi’s attention, none too keen on the prospect of someone who -knew- her having followed her all this way. Jovi sat up, fixing that kiltered lean she had taken in lieu of sitting upright.

     “An interested ‘benefactor’?” Jovi quipped back, repetition sealing her suspicions as the woman nodded. “Why would someone like -you- have any kinda interest in benefactin’ -me-? I don’t need your freebies lady, I got plenty o’ gold to pay for my drinks.” Jovi piped, waving her hand passively to push the woman off to some other target. Though, that cloaked figure remained, unwavered.

     “Hmm.” The woman hummed, reaching across the table to take Jovi’s flask in her hand, pouring herself a shot to partake in. “Oh, well… The shadows, they call to me. I am the one that answers their call. -They- know when someone is left wanting. The void calls, and I think it is calling me to -you-.” It was a blunt statement, that unknown melodic tone ending as the liquor passed her lips.

     Jovi wrinkled her nose, scoffing a bit. “The -void-? I’ve read… The void gives no shits about anyone, especially a nobody like -me-, lady.”

      “Is it not power you desire? Power to reclaim all that was lost to you? Your family? Your place in the world? A path to follow and something to serve you in return?” The woman spoke, her tone now velvety smooth towards Jovi, coaxing her ears to listen despite her overall trepidation. “The shadows know what lies in your heart. No matter of liquor or drugs will ever stifle that. You can lie to yourself, but the one and many knows -all-. It knows just what you are willing to give for what you want. But now, I sit here, and I have to wonder… Was it incorrect in it’s notions of your devotion to your desires?” The figure shook their head, a click of their tongue sounding from beneath that hood. “I should have known from watching you.. You are not of the resolve I seek.” With that, the woman began to rise from the table.

    There was a -thump-, Jovi’s arm laid out, her fingers found gripping that strangers wrist to keep them from their departure. “You’re tellin’ me… I could get what I want by… What? Pledgin’ myself to some shades?” Jovi scoffed, incredulous at best, though still that hand gripped at the femme’s wrist.

    There was a stream of amused laughter that trickled from beneath that hood, a simple gesture given in return, a nod of their head. “Oh, Jovilanni. I could provide you gifts beyond your wildest imaginations. All at a simple price. Something I think you would hardly miss at all. You would still have your freedom, your persona. You would still, for the most part, be you! You could have all you desire with a little study and, of course, sacrifices of some degree.” The woman paused, reaching within that shroud to pull a card, placing it upon the table to slide it Jovi’s way. “Come find me once you have thought on it. Perhaps…” The mysterious figure paused making a sweeping gesture at the bar. “Had a few more drinks.”

    With that, the woman wrenched her wrist free, little effort kept on Jovi’s part to hinder her further. Instead, Jovi glanced to the card, a simple locale provided upon it. In the moment she had inspected it, she looked up to find that woman gone, leaving Jovi to mull over the offer. There was a purse of her lips, and a furrow of her brows, that card slipping onto her person for safekeeping as she went right back to drinking once again, though now, it was with a much heavier mind.

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Deviant Test - Jovilanni

100% Brat 98% Rope bunny 77% Submissive 68% Degradee 65% Exhibitionist 58% Experimentalist 56% Non-monogamist 52% Masochist 50% Voyeur 48% Rigger 48% Vanilla 48% Switch 42% Sadist 38% Slave 36% Pet 36% Primal (Prey) 19% Dominant 11% Primal (Hunter) 7% Degrader 7% Brat tamer 2% Daddy/Mommy 1% Master/Mistress 0% Ageplayer 0% Boy/Girl 0% Owner http://bdsmtest.org/r/KAzSEEwL

“Ropes? Where...?”

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