#Zara Balo’amora

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Zara’s Layers

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

name: “Zarayssel Balo’amora.” eye color: “Green” hair style/color: “Pale blond. Straight maybe a little wavy.” height: “Five foot sixish” clothing style: “Comfortable.Especially now a’days”

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

your fears: “I think I’ve run out of those.” your guilty pleasure: “Not much presently. Gambling I guess.” your biggest pet peeve: “Lack of humor.” your ambition for the future: “I suppose I’m still figuring that one out. I had a plan a few times. Now I’m just glad to see tomorrow if I can.”

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

your first thoughts waking up: “I gotta piss? I don’t know, I suppose it depends on what’s in the plan for the day.” what you think about most: “Where the catch is.” what do you think about before bed: “You really don’t want to know, but if you must I think on where I’ve been and where I’m going the usual rambling thoughts of any middle aged mortal.” your best quality is: “My ass maybe? I’m a hard worker? I try not to think about my qualities much.”

LAYER FOUR: PREFERENCES.

single or group outings: “Single outings. Not that I’m opposed to the other, I just feel out of place in large groups anymore.” to be loved or respected: “I’d rather be respected. Love’s only let me down.” beauty or brains: “Brains, but I don’t see why you can’t have both.” dogs or cats: “If I had to pick, dogs. Though I’m content with my dragonhawk. He’s got enough attitude.”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

lie: “When it’s needed. Who doesn’t though? I prefer honesty if I can help it.” believe in yourself: “In my ability to get a job done, yes.” believe in love: “Once upon a time.” want someone: “Ocassionally there’s a few who catch my eye. We have a good time.”

LAYER SIX: HAVE YOU EVER…

been on stage: “Does a bar count as a stage? That’s happened a couple times.” done drugs: “It passes the down time and numbs the senses in a pinch, so yeah.” changed who you were to fit in: “I tried it, obviously it backfired. Though I think I also found a bit more of myself during that time.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES.

favorite color: “Gold. Especially if it’s in my pockets.” favorite animal: “Dragonhawks or is that too cliche? Raptors would be another.” favorite food: “Anything surf and turf. fish and venison with grilled herbs and a bourbon sauce...” favorite game: “I’ve played a bit of poker between jobs.”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE.

day your next birthday will be: “Eventually.” how old you will be: “Old enough to know better to young to care.” age you lost your virginity: “A lifetime ago to most so I’ll not oblige a number.” does age matter: “Long as they’re consenting adults, no. Anything else, yes.”

LAYER NINE: IN ANOTHER.

best personality: “A stubborn free spirited one..” best eye color: “I don’t really have a preference.” best hair color: “Again, not a big preference, usually darker hair for others. For me, I much prefer my blonde to the blue-green wig I’ve dawned on occasion..” best thing to do with a partner: “Be there for them. Even when it’s hard.”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

i love: “Life.” i feel: “Thirsty, take that how you like.” i hide: “Coppers? I don’t know what you want me to say here.” i miss: “My home, the way it was before and the purpose I had when it still felt like home.” i wish: “A lot of things, I prefer to make things happen than make a wish.”

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Zarayssel Balo’amora

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

“Yeah, she’s hott. She’s got a pretty face, a great body, and honestly she looks like she could possibly beat me up, which is double sexy.”

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

“We’re friends, not great friends but we’re decent friends. I like her, she’s fun company. Albeit a little bit cold at first. You can just tell she’s a warrior at her core. I think we could be better friends if we were in the same places more often.”

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

“I’d do it again. Hopefully this time I don’t accidentally set my pants on fire...”

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

“I could see it. We get along, have similar life styles and interests. I think she might find me a bit preachy so I can’t say for certainty anything would ever happen. But it could...”

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Meet the Muses

Active Blog Roll:

~Rian Kestavin~  (Alliance)

Paladin of the Light; Countess of Ravenshollow, Sword of Wrynn, and Lady Regent of Willow Grove. Born of House Teague (Duskwood) and House Valteric (Lordaeron) Twin Sister to @theron-valteric and Wife to @thaylynnkestavin, Mother to Serenity Kestavin. (( Co-GM of Ravenshollow @house-kestavin )) FC: Bridget Regan

~Cypris Thalsian~ (Alliance-Open to Cross Faction)

Fire-Starter, Assassin of the Uncrowned, and Witch. A woman of many skills picked up as she’s fought for her freedom. Wife of @thalsianiii and, unknown to her, sister of @monishadangelo FC: Deepika Padukone

~Zarayssel Balo’amora~ (Sin’dorei-Cross Faction)

Dragonhawk Rider Mercenary, Wanderer, Engineer. Zara drifts, picking up odd jobs since her return from Outlands. She’s the daughter of @devil-of-mardum but unaware presently of his survival/return. She’s taken to lingering around Booty Bay and Duskwood with her partner @conwulf FC: Katee Sackhoff

Semi Active Blog Roll Below The Cut:

Lairn Kheely (Primarily Alliance - Open to Cross Faction)

Wildhammer Wisewoman, Shaman, Mender. Lairn is a snarky old dwarven woman who comes off as crass but deep down has a motherly nature. She keeps a clinic in Booty Bay and tends to a variety of vagabonds. FC: Judi Dench

Cassidy Dayne (Alliance)

Marksman, Falconer, Veteran of Argus, The Lost Gypsy. Cass is a mute relying often on sign to communicate. She can be seen with her companions; a wolf named Misun or her Red Hawk, Rune. FC: Chloe Bennet

Theron Valteric (Alliance)

Baron of Willow Grove, Battle Magus. Rian’s twin brother Born of House Teague(Duskwood) and House Valteric (Lordaeron) FC: David Guintoli

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Zara’s Dark Core

This makes you 5.89% Lighter than the average person. 

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History Snippet: The Catalyst

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You know the moment change is coming. Time seems to slow, you feel the rush of blood pulsing in your neck as the heavy exhale comes slow with the beat of the dragonhawk’s wings. There’s no stopping it. You can almost feel some bronze time whelp mocking you from the shadows just daring you to try and stop his father’s plans. 

There was a time when we knew a peace. The most my patrol needed to handle was a forest troll pressing the borders of Eversong or help maintain the numbers of the local murlocs if they became too overwhelming. I remember as a little girl looking up to the Windrunners, idolizing them for their prowess and determination. Never in all my years would I have thought I’d be here fighting along side them. A child hopes and then when those hopes come to pass, I found myself wondering what on Azeroth I was thinking. 

Now, a dead human Lord marches on our beloved city bringing their hatred and darkness. The Scourge. I hadn’t had a chance to go home when the call went out. Arthas was pressing our boundaries and so, as swift as my legs would carry me, I ran for the roosts. Whisper was waiting with frantic cries bellowing out from his vibrant orange gullet. He was as anxious as I was to get into the air. I could only hope the Gods would favor us this day. Protect my parents, our people, our homes that were already hard won. 

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Our tack was swiftly gathered, my blades, bow and quiver. I served the Ranger Corps then, as a Hawkrider and as such we were among the first sent to defend. This time it wasn’t a drill. General Windrunner called and we all took flight, barreling forth with flashes of arcane and biting bolts loosed from our arrows rained down from the unnatural cloud emitted by the smoke of our dragonhawks. The sight is one I’ll never forget, as the smoke cleared. The darkness and stench of death was still lumbering in numbers far exceeding our own. 

“Fall back! The gate is coming down! To the Inner Elfgate! FALL BACK!!”

I almost didn’t hear the call as a ball of flame roared past loosed from one of the enemy’s catapults. Whisper pulled back harder than I was ready for. If not for my boots clutched at his scales I’d have plummeted like the others. I gripped my bow knocking yet another arrow as I summoned the arcane to it’s tip. We had orders to fall back but I couldn’t fall back without seeing some cover delivered to my brothers and sisters below. “Lower!” I cried out the command and Whisper rumbled in his disapproval but heeded the command. 

I looked through the numbers, looking for the pattern, there had to be some way to slow them down. It was in the distance my eyes fell on a clearing in the field. In the middle stood a man covered in a heavy blue armor and a blade that seemed to sing with the cries of the souls it had claimed. As I drew back on my bow and took aim the Quel’dorei dead around his feet began to rise. I couldn’t understand what he’d just done, I didn’t want to understand. The shock and anger loosed my arrow before it was properly aimed. Some where and I couldn’t even say was the blast from the loosed bolt.  

My heart sank to see our dead turned against us. The tactic explained the overwhelming numbers. More than that those faces were friends, brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers. Each now raising weapons to head the dead man’s call to strike those of us that remained of our kind down. I stared on, blinking rapidly fighting the tears that were welling in my throat. 

Suddenly a plume of blue scales and feathers were before Whisper. The man on his own dragonhawk, Axzander, held a stern gaze, “Ays, fall back! You’ll help no one by dying here!” His voice growled in command. Coming from the fear and sorrow I gave a quick nod, spurring Whisper to bank left as I leaned back in the saddle to guide him upward. Axzander and I took upward to the skies, Whisper and the blue dragonhawk billowing out new plumes of smoke to cover our retreat. Just before the fog became too heavy, my eyes dared a last peek below as the Outer Elfgate came down. 

What remained of the Ranger Corps fell back and regrouped at the Inner Elfgate. It should have been impenetrable, requiring the Key of the Three Moons. Arthas and his undead forces were relentless. For each we fell two more rose in their place. Brothers fought brothers. Husbands fought wives. Bit by bit Arthas and his Scourge overtook our numbers spreading their death and devastation through our once peaceful land. Every man and woman of able body had been called to defend our city. 

The battle waged on looking more and more hopeless as even the Inner Elfgate fell. I’m not sure I’ve ever fought as hard as I did that day. I refused to become one of his puppets turned against my own kind. A small number of us were pulled to the side to hear a new set of orders. “Burn it. Here.... here.. and here. It’s a loss but they’ll think they’ve won. We can save part of the city but not all of it.” our commander explained as he pointed out key areas of our own city on a map spread over an overturned wagon wheel. “Be swift about it. Then fall back with the rest to Sunstrider Isle.”

Orders came harder and harder to swallow. Sacrifices were taken with little regard and more sacrifices were made to see the first come to an end. I did as I was told. I didn’t have much mind then to question orders. Whisper and I took to the skies once more, loosing arcane bolts into the hordes of dead below as we made our way to the the designated locations. I had to swallow my pride as I gave the command to free the fire from his belly. The city was home, I knew each corner terrace, tower, and shadow almost better than I’d known myself. I had my first kiss, just there. And over there, below Axzander, I got caught sneaking out, father was furious but forgiving. This was home and here I was, digging my heel in to Whisper’s side belting orders to rain fire and arcane to destroy it all. All so the enemy might think they’ve won. 

In the aftermath, even fewer of our numbers remained. Axzander and I flew back over the devastation looking for any sign of survivors. Some one the dead Lord hadn’t’ risen. The land was scarred in such a way, it’s still yet to recover. I’d seen war before, but not like this. Taken hits and gotten back up, but those were hits to the flesh. This was a hit on the heart and soul of who we are or were. Turning our dragonhawks to the southeast shore, I needed to see home. I had no doubts that my parents had heard or been called but I needed to see them well. 

There were corpses littering the land surrounding our modest home as we neared to land. Whisper was still twenty feet from the ground when I took my leave from the saddle. There wasn’t time. I hit the ground running for the house. Heart thudding in my ears. “No” The only thing screaming through my mind. Glass was broken, potted planters smashed, the door half off the hinges. Large arms caught me before I could make it through the entry, looking up I saw my father’s eyes. The look alone was enough to say all things without any words. 

Shaking my head, “No..” the words of my thoughts spilling into life. “Noo!” I roared defiantly and pushed away to dodge. I made it barely four steps when his large arms found their purchase wrapped around my waist. There before my eyes, broken and battered lay my mother. Struggling I fought trying to free myself to get to her. Surely she wasn’t gone, there had to be something I could do. Hurt and angry fists caught my father’s chest as I was blinded by heated tears. 

No matter my rage, he pulled harder till my body gave in heaving sobs at his chest. “She’s gone, Ays... She’s gone...” Came the heartbroken whisper that told more of his pain than he’d let show.

Little did I know then, when I woke that morning intent to spend the day in the sun, that our lives were on a catalyst. We would never be the same for our deeds done and pains felt. The price too steep, racked with guilt and sorrow. That was the day that shifted my path from a Proud Daughter of Quel’thalas to a Broken Child of the Blood. 

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Zara’s Archetypes

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44% Explorer

The Explorer is drawn to the unknown, whether that’s a Himalayan peak or the road not taken, and have a thirst for adventure. They take journeys, not vacations.

39% Rebel

The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system—if that means getting their point across.

17% Visionary

Leave it to others to live by the status quo. The Visionary is interested in new ways of seeing, solutions not yet imagined, products not yet built.

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Crimes of a Mercenary

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Not Sorry...

Dim lantern light flickered over the Sin’dorei’s features as she sat in quiet contemplation of the holding cell. It wasn’t the first time she’d spent in such a place. Her temper was nothing new, always a part of why she spent so little time in Silvermoon. Moments in her past had shaped who she’d become, setting her apart with a defensive fury. It kept her moving, one place to the next. 

This time was different. She knew there would be issues that would arise from her choices. She just hadn’t expected for them to come so soon. Especially in the Bay with the diverse population mingling through their business and guilty pleasures. 

The voice rang loud in her thoughts, “You’re no longer welcome in Quel’Thalas... No longer a daughter of Silvermoon... Tainted.. by a dirty human...” The thought alone stirred the distasteful sneer at Zara’s lips. 

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Two weeks prior; it was earlier in the day when the Sin'dorei stepped off the ship fresh in from Ratchet. The past weeks had sent her a relay of jobs and had lined her pockets with just enough that seemed to burn at them. A shuffle of her shoulder as she jostled her bag and a crooked grin crossing her lips as she gazed out at the Bay. 

The stay had only been intended to last a few days of alcohol, gambling, and light ventures while she tracked down the next line of work. Instead a human sat her table asking to join the next hand of cards and the rest seemed to fall into place. The pair barely spoke a word knowing little of the other’s language but the company came surprisingly easy. The night soon turned into days and those days formed into weeks with little sign of their interests fading.

It was an appointment with a previous contact that pulled the woman from the freedom of roaming and enjoying the port. Stepping into one of the pubs adorned in her heavy leather boots, loose fitted leather breeches, and a billowed buckler blouse, Zara made her way towards the bar. Sage hues shifting through the small few gathered, noting the goblin goons at the corners of the room. There was a faint roll of those sage hues before an upward nod was given to the bartender. 

Elbows pressed over the bar as, faintly calloused fingers scooped up the shot, throwing it back only to clap it to the bar. That was when she felt the eyes looking over her form. Looking to her right, Zara dipped her head. The figure a tall Sin’dorei with short blonde neatly mussed locks, well toned figure if not a bit more lanky. He was an investor in the Bay by the name of  Kairrem Sharpsinger and rarely had any shortage of work available. From escorting a purchase to delivering a message, the pair shared a history that went back nearly fifty years. 

“Miss Balo’amora, Hadn’t thought to see you about these parts. Last I heard you were off towards Rachet.” Came the deep arrogant tone. The man well aware of his value and then some. The gaze held in his eyes was always thinking, processing the outcomes of the conversation and how he might work his words for his profit. 

Pale brows furrowed at the man, “Bullshit, Kairrem. You put word out two days ago that you needed a rider. Unless I’m mistaken, rider’s don’t venture this far south often, leaving your pickings slim. You need me. I’m here.” The hand closest to the emptied shot glass motioned outward with a presenting wave. Pinked lips curled into her signature crooked grin and a knowing nod. 

A deepened hum sounded from pressed lips, the male looking off towards one of the goons in disapproval. Some one, it seemed, hadn’t done their job. “True. I did. I don’t anymore. Not from you. Though I have heard that your sort can find work down at the docks cleaning the fish or mucking out chamber pots. If you’re in need of work I’d be glad to put a word of recommendation for you.” 

It was a smug gaze that found Zara leaning her head back, baffled at the man’s words. “Excuse me?”

Speaking a little louder and more slowly as if the woman was dim, “We. Do. Not. Need. You. It has been sorted out.” Kairrem shook his head, he couldn’t speak the words any clearer for the woman. He gave a careless shrug, considering as the corners of his lips pulled down ward and waved his own hand at her, “I want to help you Zara, but I can only do so much given the circumstances.”

Leaning her head forward, appearing to still struggle with the concept Kairrem was presenting. “You’ve always got something. You’re up to your balls in projects and you’re telling me to go gut fish and empty chamber pots?” Zara squared off her shoulders pulling back to spy the humor on Kairrem’s face. “Quit fucking with me, Kairrem. I’m good for the work, you need a rider I’m the best south of Arathi.”

The investor gave the woman’s figure a once over. Accessing her form in almost admiration then tarnished with his own distaste. “It’s a real pity, but you need to leave, Zara. I don’t keep traitors under my employ.”

Sage hues stared blankly at her long time acquaintance. After a few breaths her shoulders slumped. “How...” She started to ask before nights with Conwulf flashed through her mind. She felt her blood grow warm. “What I do on my own time is my business, it’s the fucking Bay for gods’ sake. I’ve Always come through for you.” Zara barked back, more hurt that Kairrem would turn his back on her now after all their history. 

The humor held to the investor’s face, straightening as if he’d just realized it was all a joke. A smile pulled at his lips, showing off his brilliant pearly whites, “Oh! My apologies, I hadn’t pegged you for a whore, Zara. But now that I look at you, I can see it. Bed them take their gold, all an act? Yeah?” The corner of his lips pressed with a thoughtful hum, his own green hues lofting up through thick lashes as he canted his head this way and that considering. Looking back to Zara with a bright smile, “There’s a brothel just up from the third dock, I’ll send them your information, let them know you’re flexible with clients.”

There was a slow roll of her tongue to wet her lips, the man’s insults not lost on her. That familiar stir and pang pulled at her stomach. The corner of her nose twitched in a sneer. It was no more warning than that, Zara rushed the two steps pouring her weight into her swing, and connected her closed fist with the the pretty elven face of his. Kairrem’s head shot back, stumbling back, knocking over several bar stools in a loud clatter. The ruckus bringing all the attention to the pair. 

Two of the goons started, moving closer if the woman wanted to start trouble with their boss. Kairem’s hand held at his face, pulling his hand away with a puddle of crimson smeared over his palm and slowly dripping over the left side of his lips. All humor was gone from his elven features. The words that came next were spit like venom, “ “You’re no longer welcome in Quel’Thalas... No longer a daughter of Silvermoon... Tainted.. by a dirty human... I will see you outcast for the traitor you are.”

The words hurt. The hurt swiftly turned to anger, it was an energy she was well familiar with. Instead of tears, Zara’s cry was a swing of a fist or a blow of her ax. It was as she roared out in her anger, pressing upon her toes to lunge at Kairrem again, she was suddenly caught by her arms and pulled back in the goons’ hold. The woman spitting obscenities between calling the man on his own sins felt the hit at her gut leaving her breathless and suddenly silent.

Kairem gave a wave of his hand, “Get her out of my sight. Take her to the Bruisers and have them hold her for the night to come to terms with...” He shuddered, “A new profession..”

Dim lantern light flickered over the Sin’dorei’s features as she sat in quiet contemplation of the holding cell. It wasn’t the first time she’d spent in such a place. Her temper was nothing new, always a part of why she spent so little time in Silvermoon. Moments in her past had shaped who she’d become, setting her apart with a defensive fury. It kept her moving, one place to the next.

This time was different. She knew there would be issues that would arise from her choices. She just hadn’t expected for them to come so soon. Especially in the Bay with the diverse population mingling through their business and guilty pleasures.

The voice rang loud in her thoughts, “You’re no longer welcome in Quel’Thalas... No longer a daughter of Silvermoon... Tainted.. by a dirty human...” The thought alone stirred the distasteful sneer at Zara’s lips.

Weighing on the events of the last weeks, a game of cards gone awry. There was no denying that though the man was human.. or worse yet, worgen, she’d not been as much of herself as she was with him. Things she’d thought lost were slowly coming back. When he looked at her she felt less cold. The feeling had nothing to do with lust, though that was there too. It was a feeling she’d not known in decades. When she weighed the events against the distaste Kairrem had shown, it became an easy choice. The idea of losing the wolf was a far greater ache than the idea of loosing the investor. 

Her sage hues drifted to the wood planks that formed the floor, common words parting her lips with the foreign Thalassian accent heavily curling it’s tone, “Not Sorry...”

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Flawed Strengths: Zarayssel

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moody  |  short-tempered  | emotionally unstable  | whiny | controlling | conceited | dishonest |possessive  | paranoid  | impatient | cowardly  | bitter |  selfish  |  power hungry | greedy | lazy |  judgmental | forgetful  | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn |  sadistic | petty | unlucky

♔   STRENGTHS

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient |  selfless  | ambitious | tolerant |  lucky | intelligent | confident  | focused |  humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise |clever |  charming | cheerful  |  optimistic |  decisive | adaptive  |  calm

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Olympian Aesthetics: Zara

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APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO:  glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath,shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account

ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children,gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest,ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think,exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS:  keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree,running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses,studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel,stoic statues, pottery classes

DEMETER: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second,seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines,inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labour, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel,stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

HERMES:  devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee,menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

POSEIDON: storm with skin, colourful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence,badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch

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（‐＾▽＾‐）: What does your muse’s laugh sound like?

“My laugh? What is this, some sort sound check to figure out how to find me in the bar?” Zara smirked with a roll of her eyes. “Say something funny, then I might humor your request.”

OOC: Zara’s laugh starts with a warm hum of amusement and may roll into more pronounced with a deeper confidence. Depending on what she’s laughing at, it may hold a deeper melody to its tone for darker humor or a lighter pitch that’s equally warm and musical. Some might mistake the tone for arrogance or over confidence, but those who take the time to know her will know the difference between the genuine and the cocky snark. (Couldn’t find a clip to match my headcanon, but I did find this gem. Enjoy!!

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Some silly mucking with an avatar creator, found HERE 

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Three Characters: Zara

While Zara is still working herself out, these are characters that have a pretty close if not dead on feel for who she is. Charlie from Revolution vibes well for where she’s come from. Kara Thrace being her initial inspiration and how she is now, the attitude and snark. Laura Croft for everything in between and potentially the future. 

Charlie Matheson: 

Kara Thrace:

Laura Croft:

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Zara: If I Were...

if I were a month: September

if I were a day: Saturday

if I were an animal: Dragonhawk

if I were a god/goddess: Enyo

if I were a piece of furniture: Vintage Decorative Chest

if I were a gemstone: Pearl

if I were a flower: Dahlia

if I were a kind of weather: Slightly cloudy summer sunset

if I were a color: Teal

if I were an emotion: Anger

if I were a fruit: Mango

if I were a sound: Waves crashing on the beach

if I were an element: Water

if I were a place: Secluded Beach

if I were a mythological creature: Kelpie

if I were a taste: Rum

if I were a scent: Citrus

if I were an object: Sunstone

if I were a body part: Legs

if I were a pair of shoes: Sandals

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Where In The World Is Zara Balo’amora?

Describe 3-5 actual in-game locations where your character is likely to be found (screenshots optional) and under what circumstances. Locations can be proxies for headcanon, but must be reachable in-game.

Quick note(Stolen from @simplysoriya cause pretty much same applies): Most of these areas would be a request type thing. I dont actually go park her out in any of these spots in game. That would be silly. Honestly due to her nature as a wanderer frequents was a hard one. I went more so to places she favors.

Silvermoon City & Eversong-- At least for a little while until she formally leaves. She usually doesn’t spend much time here, more apt to be in Eversong near old family haunts. She’s ventured back to collect family heirlooms, a few cherished belongings to move to her where she intends to build a life with her partner. Zara is conflicted among her own people with their history. A former dragonhawk rider her strongest ties are to the strength of the Sin’Dorei. With their present ties and some of their political conduct, she’s kept a distance. Believing she’d lost all her family she’s found solace in travel and keeping busy with odd jobs from escorts to engineering.

Booty Bay/Ratchet--

Both venues have offered steady connections and lines to work. She’s filled in on ships, worked for legal and less than legal employers. Tracking, muscle, and repairs. Not afraid to get her hands dirty and look the other way in regards to some things, though she does have an honor code. It wouldn’t be an uncommon sitting in either place either for a drink, enjoying the beaches and atmosphere, or bluffing her way through a round of cards.

Zuldazar--

A stop in between her ventures to SMC and Tiragarde Sound. 

Tiragarde Sound-- Where she’s spent months camping with @conwulf before her departure to collect belongings in SMC. She’s due to return and meet up with the Lord. She could also be found around Boralus, keeping out of sight if able, but if seen likely wearing goggles and attire to help her pass for a Ren’dorei or Queldorei. She’s less inclined to remove her goggles if requested.

Duskwood--

Like in Kul’Tiras she’s likely to be wearing goggles if she’s in any public place or about in the forest. She’s taken up living in Coldbrook Manor with her partner. She’s nearly been caught at least once by the Night’s Watch and takes added precautions when outside the manor grounds. 

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Details: Zara Balo’amora

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Curvy frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide Hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

Height

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

Skin

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks. Burn marks.

Eyes

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Silver. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold.Yellow. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Dark sclera. Dark Iris. Light Iris. Shaded Iris. Dark Pupil. Light Pupil.

Hair

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzzcut. Bald. Weave. Hair Extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum Blonde. Golden Blonde. Dirty Blonde. Ash Blonde. Honey Blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Almond brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Raven black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

Tattoos/Piercings

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand Tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Cupid’s Bow piercing. Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings.  Earlobe piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear piercing. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Chest-bone piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

Cosmetics

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red Lips. Pink Lips. Nude Lips. Dark Lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful Eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

Scent

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana (bloodthistle). Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

Clothing

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up Shirt. Band-Shirt. Sports-Shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop.  Cut off Shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Sport shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt.  Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Fur/Faux Fur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

Shoes

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Cat heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platform heels. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

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