#Toon: Armiin

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So--I think I found a voiceclaim for Armiin. While it’s not perfect, it’s pretty close to what I picture; except Armiin’s voice a little more hoarse, and his laugh is less pitchy and more airy. Armiin’s stutter isn’t constant, as his stems off his anxiety, but in most situations its rather present in his speech except when around a select few. I’ve been binge watching Drew’s videos and just made the connection of voices. 

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Meet the toon: Armiin Mossfeather

► Name ➔ Armiin Mossfeather. ► Are you single? ➔ To--to many peoples surprise, I am married.  ► Are you happy? ➔ I can confidentially say, I--I am rather content.   ► Are you angry? ➔ No. ► Are your parents still married? ➔ I am to assume that--that my parents passed away l-long ago. 

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ I do not know the--the specific location. 

► Hair Color ➔ Black. ► Eye Color  ➔ Gr-green and black.  ► Birthday ➔ March 8th ► Mood ➔ Fi-fine...? ► Gender ➔ Male. ► Summer or winter ➔ I--I have no bias, though I suppose su-summer is alright.  ► Morning or afternoon ➔ The...the afternoon, I am not an early riser if I do--do not have to be.  

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ Yes, the most I--I ever have been.  ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ A bit.  ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ My last relationship before--before Leandro was...many, many years ago, I--I do not remember.  ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  I--I hope not.  ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Not anymore.  ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ My husband, of--of course.  ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ It--it is very unlikely.  ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Maybe...?

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love. ► Cats or Dogs ➔ I--...am better at handling canines.  ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Few cl-close friends.  ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ A--a romantic night with my Husband.  ► Day or night ➔ Day. 

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ I--I have not.  ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Too often.  ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yes, but don’t mo-most at a point...? ► Wanted to disappear ➔ Often. 

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Smile.  ► Shorter or Taller ➔ It...is very rare to find someone taller than myself, so--so shorter.  ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  Neither matters all--all too much.  ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ No, my Brother and I ha-have a very--difficult rela-relationship.  ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ It is...a bit of a me-mess.  ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ Y-yes.  ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ Why--why would I call anyone a friend if--if I hated them?

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Of the...the two friends I have, yes.  ► Who is your best friend ➔ Monty.  ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Leandro probably knows more--more about me th-than myself. 

Tagged by: @deadwoodrin 

Tagging: @issecretive @okayheyoallfia And anyone else who wants to!

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Toons and their families.

Armiin Mossfeather:

Mother: Sarii Lunarwing

Father: Elydos Mossfeather - Brightflare

Elder Brother: Dentrid Mossfeather

Younger half-sister: Raindalia Lunarwing

Itzen Plaguedrinker:

Mother: Liazen Autumnwing

Erengyl Blightmourn:

Father: Melir Vander

Mother: Tanrel Blightmourn

E’rae Dawnsinger:

Elder Sister: Scina Dawnsinger

Son: A’dir Dawnsinger

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Tumblr is really fucking up the quality for some reason, but I don’t think I ever actually uploaded this. I like to turn my OCs into memes.

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A, T for Armiin!

Expression meme: ACCEPTING!

/laughs nervously ‘what the fuck’

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Nervous habits.

Armiin: Cracks his knuckles constantly, especially when in a situation that makes him uneasy; always needs to find something to do with his hands. Often runs fingers through his hair, only proving to ruffle it up and either make the spikes worse, or flatten them out. Will shake and twitch his right hand about, and usually scans the area of some sort of exit he can make easily if needed. 

Erengyl: Cannot stand still to save his life, will switch weight from foot to foot time and time again. Chews the inside of his cheek, will go to the point until he breaks skin if under extreme pressure and his attention doesn’t get taken elsewhere. Recently has gone to the point of rubbing and scratch at the back of his neck, might have picked that one up from Kortin; but also will pick and scratch over his burn scars.

Noith: Chews on things, anything he can find that his teeth wont just break right through. 

Itzen: Twitches, but really more so out of anger than ‘nervousness’, as he doesn’t really ever get nervous. If something were to spark an odd curl of nervousness, it would really just turn into him being angry about it. 

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Puts five sodas into the same cup. Fuck you.

Male dark rangers???? I have an already shadow tainted hunter???? ready to fucking die and live with his san’layn husband forever??? yes.

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And another list right away ‘cause I have a lot. 

Sleeping habits.

Armiin: Is practically nocturnal, rarely ever sleeps at night; usually gets to sleep when the sun is just starting to come up. A sort of survival instinct he had to be awake during the night, and it’s just how his body runs at this point. Oddly enough, usually sleeps sitting up, his back pressed up against something (Trees, rocks, buildings, whatever he’s camping by at the time).

Erengyl: Almost never sleeps, and when he does it’s usually no more than four or so hours when Kortin isn’t on “Eren watch” and forces an eight hour rest period. He has an almost endless supply of energy, it’s ridiculous, and spends most of his nights/early mornings working. Sleeps on his back usually.

Noith: Actually has a semi-normal sleep schedule when he’s not out on the fields. Wakes up late and goes to bed around midnight-ish. Usually a side sleeper, weirdly enough somewhat of a ‘cuddlier’ with his girlfriend, even though he doesn’t seem too much the type. He likes to stay warm.

Itzen: Doesn’t sleep. Sometimes he’ll be standing in the Hold, upright, arms crossed, stiff as stone and someone may think he’s sleeping standing upwards, but he’s not. He’s always alert. 

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Wings of the raven carry urgency through the chilled breeze of the Plaguelands, feathers of midnight cutting through the clear sky like an eclipse; it’s shadow bleeding into the lands as an omen for misfortune to fall. The avian is unknown in origin but talons clasp parchment sealed within an envelope, and its path is true--no guidance needed as its senses lead forward, and its hollowed form dives between the treeline in search of the old, bricked home tucked away into the forest. 

The Hunter finds himself unaware, hands busied as they dig into the coarse dirt of his makeshift garden, the area beginning to bloom with color as flowers of all breeds have their roots snug and buried. Roses of crimson adorned with thorns are the last to be settled into their new home, still living in the pot they had been purchased in but ever determined to soak up the nutrients this land would provide. While his hands are coated and the hole is dug, there is something that causes Armiin to pause--a sound, that of wings cutting through the sway of branches, but his assumption is that of a pet; of the little black avian he had gifted his beloved only months before. He does not look, but then it cries, screeching for attention as the fence-post is used as momentary rest, and in his startle dark eyes of black and green raise to find that this was not the bird he thought it to be. 

“...Um.”

Armiin’s lips part, but before he can even question the beast it had again taken flight only to leave that enclosed note behind. Puzzlement is heavy, but he’s forced to stand; sore joints creaking under the movement as his last pot is forgotten and dirtied fingers scoop up the envelope from where it had been left. The edges are pried open with caution, but even before such his eyes had caught the seal--...dark wax pressed with the emblem of the Forsaken, such a sight that brought anxiety to rise; causing the Hunter’s chest to tighten with knowing. Those digits begin to tremble, but forced is he to pull the letter from its casing, diligently scanning over the inked lettering;

‘Armiin Mossfeather,

        You are hereby summoned to continue your duties as a soldier for the Horde, and are expected to present yourself posthaste to Orgrimmar for the next draft to join our forces in overtaking Darkshore from the Alliance. 

        Details are as presented.’

A date is posted, details on needed supply to bring, and an estimate for the time he will be deployed--but all blurs, and dread begins to fill the sinking sensation in his chest. Oh, how he knew his past stunt in the previous war would come back to pull his World apart, but no choice was given; follow the Horde’s orders, or be marked as a traitor for inability to comply. Jagged teeth clench and chatter, fingers curled into the note with reluctance to release, but with force does he pull himself away from where he stood, back turned to the forest as booted foot carry him to his home of stone. 

Already ajar is the door thus he’s quiet upon entering, apprehension lingering overhead as his throat bobs--croaked out with the name of his beloved.

“L-Leandro?”

Armiin calls into the home, and from the seating ahead does blond hair protrude; pale fingers clasped around a tome of leather binding with nothing more than the flames of the fire there to light the words. Blue eyes turn to meet that of muddy green, but the softness they held soon twisted into worry when noting the fear wrought upon the tamer’s features.

“Armiin? What’s wrong?”

The spine of that book is for once untidy, pages placed downwards against the coffee table as the San’layn moves to rise and approach the taller, yet, Armiin does not speak, and those trembling hands only hold forward the letter of ink they clasped so tightly. 

Silence in the home is thick as words are read, and Leandro’s features begin to meld with anger and sorrow, eyes of illuminating blue flickered to stare up into the shadowed features of his husband.

“You’re not going, right? Right?”

“Lean, I--I have to--”

“No! No, you don’t have to do anything! Armiin, you’re sick, they can’t--you can’t--”

The stinging of tears wells into each pair of eyes, the newly weds both drowned in dismay; at a loss of what possibilities they had. Leandro’s lips quiver, his breathing hitches, and his smaller body is pressed into the chest of the Hunter when drawn forward. Arms coil around the Darkfallen’s body, the fingers of his right buried into that head of wheat-like hair, and already can he feel the damp tears beginning to stain his collar. 

“It--it’s okay. It’s ok-okay. I’m going to--to come back, y-you know that, right? I--I wouldn’t l-leave you. I’ll come back. I pr-promise.”

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Adorned in leathers of red and the cries of battle fill his ears, the clash of weaponry and the howls of pain as warriors of each side fall if only to litter the sands of the shore in bodies and blood. Fear had stricken, but instinct carries, arrows nocked into their bow of metal and oak to soar and seek their own enemies to displace. His aim is unsteady--his will to fight broken, and he does all that he can to leave his opponents breathing. 

He didn’t belong; he had no qualms with the Kaldorei, nor even the Worgen or the Alliance as a whole, but forced was he to join in their fight, that the Horde’s leader culled as many bodies as possible to overtake land that was not theirs. It was wrong--it was SICK, but even then, he did not want to experience the dire consequence of betraying his people, of being cast out for denying their need of bodies. 

Armiin quakes, his breathing wracked as he follows the flow of battle; the ache in his chest ever growing, and the nearby treeline is used as cover to take a moment to breathe. His back slumps against the trunk of a withered tree, head dipped back to stare at the darkened sky lingering with the touch of emerald as blight carries to taint the war-torn shores. Breath is visible in chilled puffs, diminishing slow into the air around; his lungs struggling to fill against the cold. He waits, and waits, and waits--the time is ticking, but his fright is rising and unable is he to move, to return to the battle surrounding. 

“D-dammit...”

He exhales, but in the same breath a pain begins to bloom; a sudden shock that trails from his shoulder to the tips of his fingers as a damp crimson begins soaking through the bulk of his leather harness. Eyes wide and head snapped, and the feather of an arrow is caught in his sight, protruding from his shoulder to dismantle him where he stood. What--?

Then, another, but this time he moves, tumbling out of the way as a barrage is brought down upon him; only narrowly avoid the bulk of the attack as arrowheads lodge into the tree he previously sought shelter. Armiin bites back a cry when fingers grip against the shaft of the weaponry, yanking free the arrow buried into his shoulder, using the same piece to nock into his bow and shoot blindly off into the darkness. It makes no contact--clattering against the forest floor, but out from the depth eyes of silver shimmer as the night elven makes themselves known. One much like himself--a Hunter of sorts, wielding that of bow and arrow, and at their side, a saber; a companion to sniff out the enemies hidden in the trees. 

The Sin’dorei freezes, clumsily lifting himself to a proper stand, and as his hand shifts back to draw from his quiver, the Kaldorei does the same. It’s a test of wills--of who will and wont strike first, and its a near flash of an eye before a bowstring is drawn back and biting through the air. 

A gasp, stiffened shoulders, and their eyes wilt downwards as the arrow sinks into their chest between the loops of chain-mail, and the one placed upon their bow is dropped uselessly beside their feet. It’s silent--nothing but the pounding of a pulse in their ears, and those eyes of shimmered green begin to dim as the night around pitches into black. 

Armiin’s knees find no strength to hold, his body teetering down with a thump into the dirt, hands desperately grappling against his chest as if that alone could remove the arrow’s pierce. Air catches in his throat, leaving him to wheeze and struggle, and the footsteps of his enemy are waning--retreating, seeking out the next of his kin to triumph over. 

“Wai...Wait--...”

Left to plead to a deaf God the Sin’dorei’s sight had vanished as eyes roll upwards, the pain bloomed within his chest fading just as his mind does; just as the darkness coils around his heart and squeezes the very last meek beat from the failing muscle. 

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“--WAIT!”

A cry ripples through the once lamenting silence, body jolted from the dirt beneath in a flurry that leaves the Hunter’s head spinning; his senses but a blur as all around becomes clear. 

Where--...where was he? What was happening? The land around begins to piece itself together; the familiar dark shadows of the shore coming clear, but the mess of machinery that spewed green sludge tainted the grounds, and the array of bodies that surrounded him were not unmoving--and they were not unlike his own. 

“Wh-what...”

He croaks out, and yet, empty are his lungs and empty would they stay--and memory begins to strike as hands scour to his chest, to find the piercing through his armor and the hole still dug into his flesh. Numb; no stinging of pain, and no spout of blood, but a wound none-the-less that one should not have awoken from. His vision scours, and those beside him begin to stand, their eyes like fire as they stare upon approaching footsteps, and Armiin’s head turns slow to meet them, to stare up at the pale figure adorned in black with his head held high and confidence exuding. 

“Rise, Dark Rangers, and serve your Queen.”

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YOU KEEP SAYING ‘FOR MY ILLIDARI BOYS’ BUT IM BIASED so the soft “You asleep?” starter for learmiin?! is that okay? bc i just know lean with his inability to sleep often bugs his hubby all the time in bed and i wanna know how armiin takes it each time ;v;

Soft sentence starters - accepting

“You asleep?” 

The words ring in the back of his tired mind, the sha-infested Hunter finding himself fading in and out of his attempt at sleep--but it seemed tonight, it would mostly be out. Those scarred features scrunch in dismay, chest rumbled deep with a groan to his awakening, but with a crack of an eye, a welcomed image comes into view. While blurry from sleep, the shaggy mess of blond hair that peered over-top him was easily recognizable, and even more so those soft eyes of blue that cut through the darkness; adding a comfortable illumination as Armiin began to fully wake.

“Mm--...I--I was.”

Armiin slurs, head lulling to its right to gain a better glance upon his sleepless beloved, noting that usual, worried look whenever the poor darkfallen couldn’t sleep. A grunt is given when the Hunter twists his form, shifting the covers about, and gripping against the edge; holding it up as invitation for Leandro to crawl in beside. Never had sleep been easy for Armiin himself to come by, and sympathy panged for one finding it even more difficult still.

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Trying to get my motivation back, so I tried something different ‘cause, I dont’ know, why not.

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Been needing some of that Armiin and Lean goodness. @lamb-like-lion

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can i ask ALL of the flowers for armiin or nah LOL (they can be short answers!! I JUST CANT PICK)

Flower language - Accepting!

Betony What’s something that has surprised your character?

Where he is now in his life; he never once thought he’d get back into the blood elven society, find a mate, and settle down. He’s surprised every morning when he wakes up next to Leandro, when he steps foot into Silvermoon, and when he isn’t withering under the anxiety of it all. 

Asphodel What’s something your character regrets?

His relationship with his Brother, and that he couldn’t somehow fix it. He regrets leaving their home, leaving Dentrid to become what he is now, and not being able to quell the anger inside him. 

Wild Tansy What’s something your character fights against?

His illness; every day is just a new challenge to roll himself out of bed despite the aching in his bones, or that wracking cough, or the pain in his chest that makes him want to curl up and sleep forever. 

Larch What’s the boldest, bravest thing your character has done?

When it comes to physical boldness, whenever he faces the large, dangerous animals of the wild and attempts his hand at gaining their trust. Many times has he been struck down by them, yet keeps getting back up and trying, perhaps it’s idiotic, but it certainly is bold and brave. 

Circaea What intrigues and enthralls your character?

Simply nature, everything about it is something new and exciting to see and explore. 

Chicory What is your character’s attitude toward money?

He doesn’t much care for it; he’s used to living off the lands with very little to his name. He doesn’t have much an opinion at all. 

Pink Carnation What is one thing your character will never forget?

Being sent away from home, and the dangerous journey across the sea. It still haunts him in his nightmares and daydreams. 

Buttercup Tell me about your character’s childhood.

For about 12 years it was fairly average; his Mother was a military woman and his Father her support system, thus Armiin was often home alone with his elder Brother. But, it was fine, Dentrid was studying magic and Armiin would go out and greet the wildlife, spending most of his time outdoors. When that mark of about 12 hit, though, and the lands became dangerous with war, the two Brothers were sent across sea without the guidance of their parents and left to fend for themselves. Dentrid became angry and abusive, blaming Armiin for their strife, and Armiin became reclusive and closed off to everyone until the day he was able to leave home and head for the forests. 

Zinnia Has your character ever lost or left behind someone?

He lost both of his parents. Technically they’re still alive, but he doesn’t know that, nor do they know he and his Brother are still alive. 

Mugwort What makes your character happy?

Leandro, of course. His companion animals. Warm meals. Good naps by the fireplace. The season of Autumn. 

White Heather What are your character’s goals?

Honestly, Armiin doesn’t really have any goals he’s striving for. He knows his time is limited, and has sort of come to accept that fact. 

Hellebore What’s the biggest mess your character has gotten into?

Probably when he stumbled upon an Alliance encampment by accident, and they took it as a threat and called him a spy. It’s how most of his facial scars were gained, along with the burn scars on his arms. He got lucky and was able to sneak away within the night, or they certainly would have killed him. 

Though, also when Leandro was kidnapped, and he went to find him; that...was a very large mess, and again, Armiin was sure he was going to die. 

Frog Ophrys What is your character afraid of?

Nearly everything. 

Solidago What is your character’s greatest triumph so far?

Honestly, I’m not super sure. He gave little effort to any wars, is no saving children from burning buildings man, nor has he climbed the largest mountain. 

Acanthus What are your character’s hobbies?

Herbalism and alchemy. 

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i have a horrible head ache and managed to sketch this garbage. Void Elf Armiin hacking up void gunk. 

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me: sad

brain: draw something suggestive

me: ok

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