#cross-faction RP

[heartpiercer]

LFC - Marsira Ith’valin

「 general information 」

FULL NAME: Marsira Elayne Ith’valin

NICKNAME(S): Mar, Mars, Marsi

TITLE(S): The Heartpiercer, of the Unseen Path

AGE: 182

DATE OF BIRTH: June 27th

RACE: Quel’dorei

GENDER: Female, cisgender.

PRONOUNS: She/Her

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single, never married.

PROFESSION(S): Mercenary, sharpshooter, dragonrider, ranger of the Unseen Path. Former Farstrider (Captain), Ex-SI:7 (Director)

LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Common, Draconic, Sign

「 physicality & appearance 」

HAIR: Crimson red, wavy, shoulder blade length

EYES: Deep blue

HEIGHT: 5’10”

BUILD: Mesomorphic; muscular and athletic. Archer’s build.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

A jagged scar that darts by the corner of her right eye and stops just below her left cheekbone

An odd fern-like scar on her left bicep that stretches down her arm.

Freckles dotted across her cheeks.

Green, dragon-like tattoos on her arms and torso.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

A lip ring, center of bottom lip.

A tongue piercing

Dagger, heart and playing card earrings.

「 personality & traits 」

Reserved even on the best of days, Marsira is more often a quiet observer than she is an engager in conversation. She's a decent conversationalist when spoken to, piercing the person in question with her bright blue eyes all the while. There is a certain kindness there, shrouded from the world at large in the shadowy fog of snark and sarcasm; kept safe from those who would use and abuse it.

Despite her quietness, there's an overwhelming aura of confidence and power about her. She's blunt, and by her own admission is easily annoyed by those who prevaricate or don't speak their mind. She does have her moments of frustration that can turn into fiery outbursts, but it is not a common occurrence.

Want to know more? Interact or RP!

「personal information 」

HOBBIES: Whittling, blacksmithing, drawing, reading

SKILL(S): Archery, trapper, tracker, survivalist, sharpshooter, bounty hunter.

RESIDENCE: Elwynn Forest

BIRTHPLACE: Quel’thalas

AFFILIATIONS: The Unseen Path, Glove & Gauntlet

「 relations 」

SPOUSE: 

None.

CHILDREN: 

None.

PARENTS: 

Erzaen Ith’valin, father. 

Sylrise Ith’valin-Duskfeather, mother. †

SIBLINGS:

None.

OTHER RELATIVES:

None

PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS:

Her drake, a black dragon named Avoth.

A blue hydra named Ire.

「 habits & vices」

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

「 other/ooc 」

FACE REFERENCE(S):Katherine Mcnamara

VOICE REFERENCE(S): Janet Varney as Avatar Korra

ALIGNMENT: Neutral

SERVER: Moon Guard - Alliance

OTHER:

Although this is an Alliance-aligned character, she won’t outright attack those of the Horde; she is currently far more preoccupied with what’s happening on the Dragon Isles to be bothered.

I will not interact/roleplay with minors or anyone under the age of 18.

Though I am fine writing characters in more intimate situations if it is appropriate, do not try to force ERP or expect it in any way when writing with me. Should you do so, it will likely end in a block.

I will not write with godmodders (ex. never misses a hit and never gets hit, their character is so overpowered that they’re basically a god and can’t ever lose, etc).

[joywindsong]

The Half Blood Mage Pt 2

The Backstory

Traditionally in night elf society, men are guided to the teachings of Cenarius while women are expected to follow the light of Elune. 

Vionira Moonwalker was one of the exceptions. Vionira showed a strong bond with nature early on in life. Born in Hyjal, she is relatively young compared to her peers. The Cenarion Circle was also hesitant about welcoming her into their ranks. After the Third War things were starting to change within the Cenarion Circle. Gender became less of an issue, as well as race. The tauren, who once followed Cenarius’ teachings but strayed away towards elemental magic, were in the process of reconnecting to druid teachings. This of course did not come without concerns.

The tauren were allied with the Horde. Even if they shared the same values in the teachings of Cenarius, they were standing by the same orcs who laid waste to sections of the sacred forests of Ashenvale during the third war. 

Vionira, like many of the Kal’dorei, was residing in Moonglade after the fallout of the war. Though she had years of experience as a druid, she was still treated as a novice and expected to attend training seminars far below her capabilities. One of the trainers was a Highmountain named Ualke. 

Ualke was a mysterious character. He resided with the Bloodhoof sharing his wisdom. Much of his teachings focused not on druidism purely, but the connection of mortals to the greater powers on Azeroth. Expertise that spanned across both druidism and shamanism made him a valuable resource in reintroducing the teachings of Cenarius to the tauren, aswell as reviving the practice of shamanism among the orcs and trolls of the Horde. Ualke regularly traveled to Moonglade with his tauren druid pupils, but he proposed to take it one step further. “Some of my students in shamanism are struggling to truly connect to the elements. It also seems that there is hesitation in my pupils in Moonglade to fully accept tauren druids. It would seem mutually beneficial to bring some of the orcs and trolls under my guidance to come to a haven of nature and allow everyone to co-exist.” Ualke would propose to the leadership in the Cenarion Circle. Reluctantly, Ualke was granted permission and the next time he came to Moonglade he brought along about a dozen students. A few druids, but mostly shaman. Some tauren, but several orcs and trolls as well. They were welcomed to the city of Nighthaven but of course stood out very clearly. Ualke had mostly brown fur with a gray mane and gray patches forming. His eyes became white as he grew old, his exact age unknown but his presence was that of a tauren in his physical prime, especially with antlers towering on top of his large frame. Mail shoulders over his ceremonial robes filled out his massive frame even more as his deep but raspy voice projected over the students before him in the forest of Moonglade. Students dressed in basic ceremonial robes sitting in the grass.

His parting words as he ended his lesson:

“Your connection to the forces of nature on Azeroth will only grow stronger if you accept your brothers and sisters regardless of race. Do not allow arbitrary political divisions in the world to make you bigoted. Elves were once trolls. Tauren were the first children of Cenarius. The orcs are our new brothers and sisters in Azeroth, and may not be the last. They breathe with the elements and the Earthmother, Elune, the same as us all. I ask that you not simply go your separate ways as I dismiss you. Please, intermingle. Understand each other. Strengthen your connection to the world around you. That is a greater lesson than I can bestow onto any of you.”

Vionira stood up and scanned around. She was a tall and toned elf with bobbed green hair, light purple skin that skewed almost pink, and dark purple markings that went down across her light blue eyes. She looked across the crowd and saw most of the students mingling within their own races or factions. So much for what their teacher asked of them. 

Across the way she noticed a tall troll with green skin and a shaved head. His tusks protruded from his face and he leaned back against a tree not speaking to anyone. Vionira took the opportunity to approach. “Hello. What is your name?” Vionira asked as intimately as she could. The troll looked down at her, he had a bit of height on her despite both being tall. “What it be to you? Old bull be preachin’ tales. Da’ elements be communin’ jus’ fine. No need’ta be friendly wit’ elves.” He dismissed.

“Well. What he said is true. Elves were once trolls, so in a way we’re kin.” Vionira lectured to the scoffing shaman. 

“Why ya’ tryin’ so hard? Ain't’ya elves be hatin’ us Horde?” “Well. I’m a druid first. I’ve also been a druid longer than anyone else in this group, and Ualke is the only instructor who actually says anything interesting. Your warchief also helped us greatly in defeating Archimonde at Hyjal. So, maybe some of you are alright.” Vionira says to the troll who blows air out of his nose. “Our Warchief do be great mon. Saved me from bein’ sacrificed by fish.” The troll chuckles. “Vionira Moonwalker, by the way.” Vionira smirks.

“Omaroku.” He tells her reluctantly. “When do you leave?” She asked. “I believe we be headin’ out at sunrise tomorrow.” Omaroku responded. “Any plans between now and then?” Vionira curiously asked. “Nope.” He answered. “Well, how would you like me to show you around?” Omaroku looked around and sighed. “Ain’ got nothin’ better to do.”

The pair split off from the group and start walking towards Nighthaven. “So’ya been a druid longest of everyone?” Omaroku questions the elf. “Of the novices. I’ve been a druid much longer than I’ve been in the Cenarion Circle. Traditionally women in our society are warriors or priestesses or sentinels. The men tend to be the druids but now it’s opening up more.” Vionira explains.

“Shamanism be new to me. I was jus’ a headhunter out on the isles I came from. Joinin’ the Horde bring new opportunities. Learnin’ ta’harness elements seem to offer more.” Omaroku explains. “You hunted heads?” she responds. “Eh, somethin’ like that. So ya’ be powerful?” 

“I would be more powerful if I got the chance to train at my level. But I’m stuck here for now. Until I can go out into the world and start really testing myself.” Vionira vents. “If ya powerful, show me.” The shaman challenges. “Excuse me?” Vionira is caught off guard. “Lemme see how great a druid’ya be, Vionira.” The troll crosses his arms. “Alright. Let’s go this way then.”

Vionira leads Omaroku off the trail and into a clearing in the woods a bit into the hills. Out of sight of the trail or the village. Vionira stands a few feet away with her hands out as Omaroku stands still in front of her. 

“Stay still and don’t struggle.” Omaroku raises an eyebrow at the elf's instructions as vines rise from the ground, entangling him. 

“What ya’be doin!” Omaroku hollers. “They only last a moment.” Vionira pants as the vines retreat from the thrashing limbs of the troll. “Dem’ vines got thorns!” Omaroku raises his forearm covered in scratches to the elf’s face. “Oh, sorry. Hold on.” Vionira’s hands glow and she casts a spell on Omaroku causing his wounds to quickly heal. “Hmm. Be an’interesting trick but what can’ya really be doin’ in battle?” The troll asks. “I don’t know how I’d demonstrate that. This is a peaceful haven for nature and beasts alike.” Vionira says, wiping sweat from her forehead.

“Ain’t tryna spar?” The troll teases. “I’m not sure you’d survive. Don’t wanna cause a war.” The druid retorts. “Ya’seem sure. Ain’t even seen me fight. Might surprise ya’.” Vionira laughs at the implication and Omaroku changes the subject. “Do be similar to elemental magic tho. Maybe the old bull be onto somethin’.” 

“Perhaps. Maybe that means you shouldn’t be so closed off to me just because I’m an elf.” Vionira says sitting down leaning against a tree root. “Ay, who be sayin’ I jus’ be closed off to elves. I ain’ one to go sharin’ everyting wit’ everyone.” Omaroku defends himself as Vionira motions for him to come sit with her. The troll obliges sitting a few feet away to keep his distance.

“Well, I personally hope that if you and your people are living in Kalimdor we can have peace. At least co-exist. For the good of Azeroth.” The night elf tries to explain to the troll who squares his shoulders away from her. “I jus’ want my people to survive. We been displaced enough in my life. The Horde offerin’ us a home when nobody else will. Same wit’ the tauren. All dis’ nature stuff, it be a means to an end.” Omaroku confesses. “A means to an end?” Vionira asking for elaboration. “I got a new home, new people, new nation. I ain’t strong enough to defend, but it be worth defendin’. I ain’t got the spirit of a berserker, ain’t got the patience of a priest, ain’t got the smarts to be a mage, and I ain’t so good wit’ tamin’ beasts. Elements be the only ting I feel I can understand enough to achieve the power I need ta’earn my keep.” Omaroku tells her. “I see.” Vionira scoots a bit closer. “I thought you were gonna say you just want to be strong, but it’s honorable that you have a purpose behind that. In a way you could connect that to all of Azeroth like Ualke says.” Vionira leans against the troll and points up generally at the trees. “I want to protect all of this, and coincidentally the nature I want to protect helps me in that purpose. Maybe the answer to harnessing the full power of the elements is to see how they allow your home to stand strong?” Vionira notices the feeling of warmth of her body touching his and sits back on her own. “Ya’know.” Omaroku chuckles “I was a bit inspired seein’ Thrall come in and fry dem fish up ta’help us. I guess the elements gave’im power to build us all up.” 

Omaroku looks over at Vionira and their eyes meet. 

He hasn’t looked directly at her so openly until now. Vionira looks away. The troll notices how smooth and soft her skin is and how delicate the features of her face are. His eyes wander down inspecting the shape of her body and Vionira peeks back over at him. “Excuse me. What do you think you’re looking at?” She scolds. “Ah, sorry.” Omaroku blushes looking forward. “Never seen’an elf up close before. At least not one not tryna kill me.” “Oh.” Vionira blushes looking at the toned muscular body of the troll. His face is much… cleaner than she would have expected. Her eyes are drawn to the long curved tusks coming from his mouth. “I’m sorry if this is strange but… could I touch them?” Vionira asks pointing to the corner of her mouth. Omaroku looks at her confused. “Uh. Sure.” He leans his face towards her. Vionira runs her fingers across his tusks. They look like they’d be more coarse but they’re smooth to the touch. As he leans forward her face gets closer to his, for a moment they gaze into each other's eyes. Vionira moves closer, angling her face between his tusks. Omaroku puts his hand on her cheek as she gets closer, gently and naturally guiding her face. Their lips touch.

[abysskeeper]

How has been Trick's relationship with the Empire? As far as I've gotten, she got sold into Imp Slavery before being picked by the Jedi, which does grant a very good cause to hate them without quarter, but also she has made friends on the other side, plus her experience on the Alliance must have tempered any lingering passions against it? Where does she stand now?

Oh, this is a fun question, if not a little disappointing of an answer. Thanks though!

Remember how I said I enjoyed desperately, spitefully hopeful stories? Yeah. So Trick was born into slavery, which is sort of an important distinction because, while her two older brothers and her parents remembered a life beyond Dromund Kaas, she never knew anything else before she escaped as a young teen. Despite that...Trick never really hated the Empire as a whole. Her abusers? Yes. The systemic oppression that allowed this to happen to her? Yes. But the Empire as a whole? No.

Or, at least by the time she joined the Order, she mellowed into a much more balanced viewpoint. For one, she absolutely refuses to be another round in a cycle of hate and violence--this is sometimes to her detriment, but in this case it actually gives her a bit of clarity in not seeing the Empire as one huge conglomerate and instead considering the individuals within it.

For two, she's aware that many of those individuals were in similar circumstances to her, and are either just as trapped in an oppressive society as she was, or wound up broken when they broke their own chains (and she cannot blame anyone for falling to the Dark Side in that environment).

And for three, she takes a much more balanced approach to the Light and Dark debate of the Force, and holds steady to the belief that one can't exist without the other. Thus, she doesn't want to see the Empire destroyed so much as she wants to see it change (because yeah...she does genuinely hate the whole slavery and conquering angle). Besides, she readily acknowledges the Empire has its merits, the same way the Republic has its faults.

So, by the time she hits the Alliance, her views are already pretty mild towards the Empire and they remain that way. The Alliance is everything she's ever wanted (Nadia's return and seeing the Alliance is like...the most canon conversation ever for Trick) and the Imperials who are with her are obviously the kind of people she always knew were in the Empire and wanted to see changes happen for anyways. Her true ire has always been towards the Hutts, and her falling out with the Republic during KOTET gives her way more grief than the Empire ever does.

Though, it should be noted that her friends on the other side (not counting the canon divergence @gothamcityneedsme and I have going on) consist of my canon BH Hayden, whom she met on Nar Shaddaa right after her escape (so well before he was a hunter and she was a Jedi), and who holds absolutely zero loyalty to the Empire or to the Mandalorians, and my sometimes canon Inquisitor/otherwise Sith assassin Raz, who was a fellow slave and who holds...surprisingly similar ideals regarding the Empire and its need for change.

The only Imperial she really befriended after becoming a Jedi was Lana, and their closeness kind of just proved to her how the whole divide and wishing for the Empire's destruction was pointless in the first place.

[lordaeronslost]

Wrinkles

“Da, did Mathair write to Quel’thalas about this?”

Sam Auroran looked up from the scattered papers on the desk, brows knitting as he regarded his younger daughter.  Karinlyyn stood a few feet away, an unfolded letter in her hand, the envelope tucked between her fingers bearing the seal of the Argent Crusade.  If she had been in a dress instead of the gray leathers, it would have been like looking at both of his daughters at once.  “No,” he said slowly.  “Your mother hasn’t written to anyone there since—hell.  I think since your cousin’s wife had their last child.”

She nodded slowly, frowning at the letter in her hands, violet eyes skipping over the page again as she read it a second time, then again.

Sam drew himself up straighter.  “Why?”

“Do you know if the Crusade reached out to anyone that might have served with them?”

He didn’t like the strange note in her voice.  The elder Auroran rounded the table, moving toward where his daughter stood just shy of a patch of sunlight that streamed through the windows at their townhouse in Dalaran—their primary home these days, with Lordaeron long lost and Theramore gone.  “Lyyn.”

Her gaze flicked up from the letter, regarding her father with a quiet, probing gaze.  “Do you?”

“Everyone I’ve spoken to—everyone that you and Anthus have spoken to for that matter—have been fairly firm about keeping it quiet and refusing to send  another contingent for fear of panic.  Three units in a matter of weeks without warning?  There hasn’t been anything quite like that since the war.”

She didn’t ask which war.  It didn’t matter.  Her gaze drifted back to the page.  “If no one is supposed to know and no one reached out from the Crusade, then why are there being inquiries made by someone else?”

“Who?”

She relinquished the letter to him, starting to pace as he scanned the missive, getting the gist.  His mouth soured, stomach twisting.

“Do you know these names?” He asked.

“Yes,” she said, leaning against the windowsill and staring out at the courtyard below where her husband did his best to keep their nieces and nephews distracted from everything going on.  Her daughter’s laughter echoed off the walls, cheering on her eldest cousin as he squared off against his uncle with practice swords.

Sam waited, but she didn’t seem inclined to elaborate.  He exhaled.  “Lyyn.”

“You know them, too,” she said.

“Not quite the way you do, I imagine,” he said quietly.  “You serve with them?”

“That is a complicated question, Da.”

The ghost of a smile curved his lips for a second before it was gone.  “I meant in the Crusade.”

“It was the Dawn, then,” she said.  “Grimstryke and Brightborn, yes.  Cieltus I knew by reputation.  It was at Light’s Hope, mostly.”

“Strike forces?”

She shook her head.  “Usually not but every so often they’d deploy a combat medic with us.”

Sam nodded slowly.  “But that doesn’t solve our mystery, does it?”

“If Mathair had written—”

“But she didn’t, like I said, not since his wife had their son.  Grimstryke must have found out another way.”

Sam sank down into one of the heavy leather reading chairs near the window.  “Then how?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted.  “I know Anny hasn’t written to anyone in Quel’thalas.  I haven’t had contact since the incident here a couple of months ago, but that was before any of this happened.  I hadn’t heard even a whisper since.”

Sam frowned, glancing toward the window.  “Then how would they know to make inquiries?”

“Perhaps it’s nothing,” she murmured.  “Perhaps it’s—hell.  Coincidence.  Grimstryke’s well-placed, it could just be something he caught a rumor about and pressed on.  The other two are associates of his.  It would track.”

“Does it really feel like it’s nothing?”  Sam glanced up at her with an arched brow.

Karinlyyn exhaled a sigh and leaned against the sill.  “No.  No, it doesn’t.”

Sam simply nodded, gaze drifting toward the window.  “Then I’ll leave it to you.”

“Another wrinkle,” his daughter murmured, taking the letter back.

“There always is,” he said, smiling reassuringly, the expression lingering for only a few seconds before it faded.  “We’ll find them.”

“Of course we will,” she said softly, folding up the letter and tucking it into her leathers.  “We don’t have a choice.”

[isryael]

Lucky ones - Part 5

[See @tenebreashember for part 4, @wynilthyrii for part 3, @graceintheshadows for part 2, and @lordaeronslost for part 1]

Isryael looked up from tending the fire as Kaede dropped heavily into one of the chairs in front of it.  The priestess stared blankly into the fire, a sheet of parchment dangling from two fingers, seemingly in danger of slipping to the floor.  The former Warden sat back on her heels, regarding the other woman for the space of a few breaths, then asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“They need me to check on the children,” Kaede said.  “On my brother and sister and Nikus’s grandson and the rest.  Make sure they’re not finding trouble while they’re away.”

There was something about the way she said it that set Isryael’s teeth on edge.  “You don’t mean while they’re on-post at Valiance.”

“No,” Kaede agreed softly.  “The rumors were true.  About Dalaran.  They—” she stopped, taking a slow breath.  “Another few days and they might have been there.  They might have been part of—part of the tragedy there.”

The ancient priestess stared into the fire.  Isryael watched her, seeing for the first time in what seemed forever the child that she’d once been, the girl raised in the midst of war by a mother and uncles struggling with their own grief and still actively involved in the fight—and more than that, involved in something that Isryael didn’t understand and probably never would.  She saw the girl that was given over to the Temple and shaped into a weapon that her mother had been intended to be.

Molded by a woman that Isryael had given her life to protect.

She pushed to her feet.  “Kaede.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” she countered softly, moving to stand in front of her friend.  Kaede’s brow furrowed as she looked up to meet Isryael’s gaze.  “They’ll be all right.”

“Their luck will run out at some point,” she whispered.  “It can’t last forever.  They should have died a thousand times.”

“We all thought your father did,” Isryael said softly.  “And then last year—”

“You’re just providing more evidence that at some point, their luck will finally run dry.”  Kaede took a shaky breath, glancing down at the letter in her hand.  She folded it carefully and slipped it into a pocket of her robe.  “We’ll leave in the morning.”

“Where are they going?”

“They were mustering in Stormwind for immediate deployment,” Kaede said, the words sounding as if she’d quoted the letter directly.  “They’re likely already gone.  But we’ll ask that friend of yours in the Argent encampment for a portal.”

“He won’t be able to send us directly to Stormwind.”

“Then we’ll walk from Redridge,” Kaede said.  “And we’ll find out what’s going on—what’s really going on.”

“You think there’s more to this than the whispers?  Than what’s in that letter?”

Kaede caught her gaze and held it, something grim in her expression.  “I don’t think it, Isryael.  I know it.”

The chair creaked as she stood, slipping past the taller woman to disappear back into one of the cottage’s tiny bedrooms.  Isryael watched her go and sighed softly.

“Tomorrow morning it is.”

[theshadowsparrow]

Location: Theo's Lab (Shadow-planed) Participants: Theo, Npc assistant

A hooded figure tidied the bench along a wall within Theo’s lab while the assassin hunched over a microscope, obtaining several dials along the side. Both worked in silence on the Shadow plane. The laboratory held an odd shape and appeared beneath the ground, with the walls covered in metal plates. The only runes appearing within the lab were on the inside of the single doorway, the closed entrance with an eight-inch dwarven forged steel door. Air ducts overhead were too small for a person to traverse, and the fans switched direction on random timers. Their covers appeared seamless from inside the lab. This location was not Theo’s first location. The raids in Silvermoon had taught him several lessons, and the reason the pair was conducting these tests away from Azeroth.

Every now and then, Theo’s gloved fingers would turn a dial one or another a few ticks in either direction. His careful eyes peered down to the slide, watching how Mori’s blood performed after death. There were dozens of slides along the bench, each held in separate containers from exposure. They ranged from fresh blood all the way to the extracted residuum. Many of the latter were reserved for him to test the blackened substance with some of his own creations. He wondered how well the spirit’s essence took to his secret pet project - ebon vine. Part of Theo knew he shouldn’t, but the rest of him said fuck it.

The Shadow Sparrow’s head lifted, and deft fingers released the microscope’s lens in close proximity before the slide was removed from the stage. The assistant eased over and took the slide, placing the next one into Theo’s hand in one smooth motion. This was not the first rotation of the set, nor likely to be the last. Observation came before notation. Right now, Theo was watching, seeking answers to questions that kept popping up, and there were a great number of them. One thing he’d known prior had been confirmed - the spirit was lingering and seeking to be revived. The one fact stood above all - it wanted a new host.

Casting a quick glance over the instruments to the stasis tanks where two bodies lay, Theo knew he would have to draw new samples soon. He also understood that he would need to find a suitable weakness to neutralize the lingering substance inside Mori. So far, he found no traces inside Aren’vial. The trauma the elf had sustained had made him eligible for revival. However, none of the redhead’s friends had mentioned such yet. Theo still contemplated the consequences if he were to return the elf to the living if he made that choice. More for the stilled elf than those currently breathing.

The next slide came into focus. The black and purple strands twisted and spiraled across the slide’s glass as if reaching toward something, anything, in desperation. It was almost as if eyes peered back, only there was no blinking. Theo watched the struggling substance under his gaze with a silent sigh. He used a syringe to inject the first substance of many trials to observe how the spirit’s residuum would react. Would it feed? Or would the spirit shrink from the essence extracted from Lightforged blood? 

The moment the two substances collided, they separated, avoiding each other. Incompatible. But then, they began to combat, attacking the other until the slide began to sizzle and break. Glass shattered, and Theo’s head lifted with a minute, audible sigh this time. Resting against the back of his chair, his assistant hurried over to clean up the mess, resetting the microscope to default after noting the settings on a notepad. 

The two exchanged a look before the next slide was set into place, and the lens lowered. The next test would be Theo’s hubris. A drop of his own blood. Not magically adept, he still held some secrets within his heritage. The rare ability to traverse planes seemed to be his true gift, apart from the extreme skill of killing others. Theo did not consider his hobby, his expertise in toxicology, worth mentioning for the test, despite having ensured his blood was formidable against many substances. Yet, his own abilities did not make up the full recipe of his blood heritage. The syringe let go of a single, small droplet of his blood, and Theo’s eyes remained unblinking to discover how the pure residuum sample reacted.

He had a small bottle at the ready, a solution of sodium sulfite. The twisted parasitical strands fed on his blood and pulsed, multiplying as a creature would when healing. Theo squirted the nozzle of the bottle instantly after his observation, dousing the slide in the solution to starve the residuum from air and life, also killing his blood sample, rendering it useless. The assassin’s eye remained, watching as the residuum’s strands uncoiled and thrashed about, searching the full extent of the slide for Theo’s blood. He also noticed that the eye-like clusters had formed together in the center, as a creature would in survival mode.  

The slide was removed and placed back into its own container. Theo took a moment to make notations. He exchanged another glance with his assistant before the next slide was moved into place.

This went on for what would be days on Azeroth, but time passed differently on the Shadow plane. He was able to work at length over the span of a few hours and return to deal with other matters outside the Shadow plane. His assistant would remain, despite the danger prolonged exposure posed. The bodies and samples had to be secured, and Theo could not be present the entire time. He had an organization to run and people to groom, after all. 

[edgeofsilverpineforest]

Cont. from Below (Post #8)

Theo

Pain crawled up his calf, almost seizing the muscle. Chill followed after, helping with some of the sting. The master assassin pushed it all out of his mind to focus on the task at hand, which was severing the front of the death knight’s neck as fast as possible.

“Ah hah. I’ve got you now… elf.” 

Theo could feel two hands gripping his legs. The fucker was going to try and launch him. Before the undead Worgen’s fingers could find their grasp, he released his legs and slid, still holding onto the dagger’s hilt embedded into the death knight’s neck, and swung forward. Pressing soles onto the beast’s torso, Theo had to act quickly now in the danger zone. He let go with a hand and reached for his belt. As the Worgen’s arms lifted, his hand shoved something into the pocket Theo had just created in the death knight’s neck. Kicking off, the Sparrow leader hoped he’d clear the bastard in time, shadow-stepping behind a tree just in case. The Shadow Sparrow felt the ghostly fingertips of the death knight around one of his ankles. But, he was free, standing securely behind a pine. “You talk too much. Two… one.” “I’ll haunt y-”

The grenade Theo had shoved into the death knight’s neck went off. The head instantly exploded with the helm flying off, interrupting the end of that sentence, much to Theo’s delight. Still, the chill left by the undead Worgen lingered. He attempted to shake it off as he moved to stealth and communicate with the rest of his Sparrows.

It was then he smelled his blood still dripping down his calf, and he cursed under his breath. That had to be attended to first. They could leave no trace, and he’d spattered an entire area with his little leap. ‘Fucking fel.’

To save time, Theo pulled out a small pouch of incendiary powder and began sprinkling it around the area while drinking a potion of his creation. As his wound healed and his armor soaked up the blood, he cleared the perimeter and tossed a match. With so much of the forest burning, what was one more section? It was best to burn the death knight, too. It could have gone far worse than him experiencing severe pain in a calf.

Theo walked away from the lit area, shaking his head at his own folly, focusing on the next task and looking for the next target.

Sparrows

“Headcount,” came from Theo’s comm.

“Boss!” “About time you showed up to the party.” “Less than half remain.” “The ferals are handling the leader.”

“Feather Six rounding the rear for deserters, but you should know. Reinforcements are not far off.”

“Let’s finish this quickly, then.” “Boss, can you take care of the warlock?” “What fucking warlock?” Theo’s curt voice can be heard. “The one that keeps staring down my barrel.” Her round had not reached the target after all.

An audible sigh flows through all the Sparrow’s ears before, “Fuck me. Yeah, Two and Three, on me. Give us a location.” “Got it, boss.” “Two relocating.” “Three relocating.”

The Shadow Sparrows maneuvered the chaotic field, utilizing any advantage found. 

“It doesn’t appear they are communicating well.” “The fire is starting to get out of hand, Boss.” “Then, let’s use our time wisely.”

They knew what that meant. Each Sparrow took inventory and stock of the situation. They had a maximum of about seven minutes to finish their assault, which included the Worgen reinforcements. That wasn’t enough time for Dreadfang to fully take hold. It had only been about that many minutes since they stood on the cliff behind them.

“We still using-” “Yep,” came Theo’s crisp reply, cutting off any possible information transmitted over their comms. That was a Sparrow he’d be talking to after if they survived.

<<to be continued>>

[demonhimbo]

Update #3 I've fleshed out the Paths! Or at least the ones to start out with. Any additional ones will come from player stories and interest, but these just historically exist in the Kalimashi Empire.

The TLDR for the guild is: what if a Dark Troll clan evolved quietly in Feralas into some halfway point between troll and Kaldorei, and then just Vibed for millennia in a cave network similar to the big ol' Borneo jungle caves? And then integrated Kaldorei and Tauren into their lil band of spooky jungle dwellers?

(Also if you're not interested in this stuff feel free to blacklist 'kalimashi empire' cuz I'mma be talking about it a bit. Ive got a bit of a Passion kickstarted for this project).

troll guild update!

quiet little celebratory dance for myself because my google sheets skills have evolved once more

i figured out how to do dots/boxes! It's made my sheets so damn clean now, and it feels so nice for this new RPG system I'm fiddling with.

For the Kalimashi Empire guild, I wanted to build something unique and different from what I've built in the past for other communities. I decided to dive into a dice pool d10 system, similar to world of darkness games. Genuinely excited to try this entire thing out, building this sheet generator has been a joy.

Sneak peek of some abilities/disciplines below the cut!

[tourettesdog]

I am having extremely specific and niche ideas I must share. Specifically headcanons for Danny Phantom characters playing World of Warcraft

I feel like Sam would have been the first of them to get into WoW. Something other to play than Doomed, with a heavier focus on questing. She'd play on a PVP server and would be something of a legend on her realm.

She'd pretty much do everything, from hardcore raiding, to achievement hunting, to a little roleplaying on the side with friends.

She'd have two characters she swaps between, a troll warlock and an undead rogue, and would have the most min-maxed gear she can possibly get at all times. A "for the Horde!" girlie all the way. The warlock has tailoring/enchanting for professions, and the rogue mining/jewelcrafting, and she's got every recipe she can get her hands on for both.

I could see Sam trying to get Tucker and Danny into WoW, only to be wildly disappointed with their character decisions as both of them cozy up Alliance-side on a roleplaying realm.

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Tucker takes one glance at worgen and goes "I'm gonna be a fucking werewolf" and it's all over from there. His main would be a guardian/feral druid (tank and melee dps) with the corniest RP name you've ever seen, and he loves them dearly. He's always looking for new transmog to dress up with, and he takes his mining/engineering professions a little too seriously. He mostly plays with Danny, but probably has a horde alt Sam forced him to make so they could actually play together before cross-faction became a thing (I am being intentionally Vague about what expansions they'd be playing in).

Tucker's horde alt would be a tauren druid that ALSO runs engineering. Pretty much the same character, especially considering he spends 90% of his time in animal forms.

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Danny would start off playing a night elf monk and would get more into the RP of it than he ever wants to openly admit. He loves all of the flips and shit the monks do, and he's all in on the night elf aesthetic. He swaps between mistweaver and windwalker (healer and DPS), depending on what him and Tucker need to get shit done. He doesn't really focus a lot on the professions, instead going for dual gathering with mining and herbalism so he just has a lot of rocks and plants to throw at Tucker or onto the auction house.

After the accident though, Danny takes a long, staring look at death knights and decides he needs to play one-- for the memes. He's dogshit at it after playing monk for so long, but you can pry his frost (dps) death knight from his cold, half-dead hands.

The DK is just another night elf and when he's RPing, Danny likes to say it's the same character as the monk.

(Also I specifically think that Danny would play a nelf instead of a draenei because, as a trans Danny truther, I feel like the too-buff male draeneis would be a little Much for him, and the femme ones would be too dysphoric.)

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Val would very begrudgingly start playing WoW with them once she joins Team Phantom. She'd go Horde-side with Sam, with a tauren warrior decked head to toe in red. She quickly gets sucked into the game, and gets a little intense with farming for all of the things she wants-- mounts, cool transmog, some battle pets. She likes to do a lot of content alone, finding it fun to just go off questing, but she'll let herself be dragged into dungeons ever now and then. She just doesn't have the time or energy for raiding consistently.

Val winds up making a bunch of different alts eventually to keep collecting shit, and she gets scary good at gold farming so she can pay for her subscription with in-game currency. She's got a bunch of different professions she runs on her various alts, but the warrior's got mining/blacksmithing since the idea of making her own armor won her out.

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Dani plays on a laptop bought with Vlad's money, on a subscription also bought with Vlad's money. She takes one look at Val and Sam playing Horde-side and decides there is no other side to play.

She mains a vulpera hunter and is a troll through and through. She lives up to the hunter stereotype of accidentally pulling everything, but makes up for it by being scary good at DPS and PVP. Her and Val do a lot of mog and mount farming together, and some of her favorite things to collect are the battle pets and toys. She's got Meerah's Jukebox (a toy that plays a song about alpacas before exploding) hotkeyed to drop at a moment's notice.

She winds up getting a little too invested in alchemy, insisting she needs to be good at making goop.

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Wes would not play WoW, and would instead play FFXIV and would never shut up about how much better it is than WoW.

Bonus:

Lancer plays a lot of WoW during the summer when school is out. He's got a human mage who looks a bit like a buff version of him that he's been playing since the game released, and he's got all sorts of achievements and collectibles held onto from that era. He runs herbalism/inscription as a profession, and has every recipe for it under the sun. He still insists on riding his first horse mount that he ever got, and it has a Shakespearean name.

[laurenwalshart]

Hey

I have always wanted to rp and while I haven't been playing wow in a while it sounds really cool to dive further into the world that way? Would you have an idea on how one could could get into that? C:

Hi!

The Roleplay community in wow is definitely a hidden one so happy to share and help you get your footing!

Do you want to play Horde or Alliance? That choice may influence which server you will pick. Moon Guard is primarily Alliance, but it does have a small horde community. Wyrmrest Accord is the inverse with a big Horde community and smaller Alliance one. However now that guilds are cross server AND cross faction the barrier between these servers is starting to thin. Essentially you are really picking one server over the other for random chance world rp encounters and even there rpers have “anchor groups” for people to hop servers or phases and be in the same space for big events.

How do I find people to roleplay with? You can always walk through Stormwind or Orgrimmar on MG or WrA but the best way to get consistent rp is through guilds. Each guild is essentially a massive dnd group. Some are so big they basically have guilds within their guilds.

On top of guilds there is a massive network of discords that communities use to coordinate server wide events like the Tournament of Ages or Conquest on Moon Guard. Guilds will also advertise in these discords and open events usually advertise there as well!

You can also search the WoW forums of these servers for events and guilds to join.

Do I need addons? Yes! Addons are essential for rping. Three addons are a must Total Roleplay 3, emote splitter, and Listener/snooper.

Total Roleplay 3 or TRP is essentially a character sheet that players can mouse over you and read. You can describe your character, the way they sound, or act in glances, write a short bio, and more.

Emote Splitter - This addon with allow for you to write and post long emotes and it will split it up for you based on wow’s chat character limit.

Listener/Snooper - wow rp can be an overwhelming amount of text sometimes. This addon will ping you if someone says your name and will allow you to mouse over a character and see exactly what they said.

What lingo should I know?

OOC - out of character

IC - in character

(Text) - This is a comment being said oocly

Para - this player likes to write in descriptive paragraphs

Mirror - this player will mirror your style

Any other tips? Elune yes. Write your emotes on a google doc or something connected to the cloud. Crashes happen and you will lose an emote you spent 3 minutes writing in a flash.

/e - this creates that descriptive orange text. There is a range on this so if a player is out of range they may not see your emote. If you would like to remove your name from the descriptive text type “/e |”

Grab a bunch of elixir of tongues! They are always good to have on hand in case you run into an opposite faction player.

There’s a lot of toys and potions out there that do cool stuff! Keep your eyes open for them!

I hope this is helpful for you and others!!

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Discord Servers to start!

Moon Guard

Grand Alliance: https://discord.gg/t4keucKH

Stormwind Crown Association: https://discord.gg/ZZD9j3xj

Horde Vanguard: https://discord.gg/R4tkuAUT

Wrymrest Accord

Wrymrest Community Project: https://discord.gg/wrawcp

Other servers

A Druid Community ran by me: https://discord.gg/w3Q7chtM

[risrielthron]

Risri Elthron

“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever…It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”

Name: Risri Elthron Nickname: Ris, Big Bear Race: Kaldorei FC: Erica Cerra Language(s): Common, Darnassian, Thalassian and some Orcish. Height: 6′2″ Body Type: Lean, fit. Eye Color: Silver Hair Color: Purple Age: 415 Notable Scars, Marks, etc: None. Tattoos/Piercings: Claw tattoos on her face. First Appearances: She always appears very well put together, always has a notebook and her camera.

Personality: The Consul (ESFJ-A). Consuls are altruists, and they take seriously their responsibility to help and to do the right thing. Consuls love to be of service, enjoying any role that allows them to participate in a meaningful way, so long as they know that they are valued and appreciated. Consul personalities respect hierarchy, and do their best to position themselves with some authority, at home and at work, which allows them to keep things clear, stable and organized for everyone.

Can Currently Be Found In: Stormwind, occasionally on her travels for photography reasons can be found anywhere in Azeroth

OOC INFORMATION:

What I’m Looking For: Character progression as well as story/plot progression. Friendships or hateships are good! Pre-established relationships are okay, just chat with me first. Fandom: World of Warcraft. Sole Faction or Cross-Faction: Sole Faction. Faction I Play: Alliance. Server: Wyrmrest Accord Venues I Actively Roleplay In:  Discord, Tumblr, and in game Favorite Type of RP: Friendship, Adventure, Small Social Circles Triggers: I do not condone any sexual harm to a minor. Period. Things I Will Not RP: Ultra-taboo, degradation, explicit content with minors. RP Strong Points: I am usually good about giving you something to play off of, whether it be a question or action. I typically write paragraphs but I don’t care if you do or not. I don’t usually put a lot of filler words in. RP Weak Points: I get anxious when more than three people sometimes. I can sometimes slow down an RP because I’m typing a response. I feel I am horrible with rapid fire RP.  What To Expect:  A very calm disposition, friendly, quiet most of the time. Where I RP: Prefer in-game or discord depending on the availability/content. Will do tumblr as well.

Shadowlands:  Risri is not IC in the Shadowlands and has not been there. Dragonflight:  Risri might be found in the Isles, especially around the Green Dragonflight areas.

RP HOOKS:

A Moment in Time: Risri owns a little photography studio on the canal side of the Trade District in Stormwind. Visitors would find photographs she has taken at events and around the worlds on the walls up for display or purchase (mostly landscapes for purchase).  She also does photo shoots in her studio (think family portrait).  She can be hired to take photos for events (she had done several weddings) or even for special reasons.  This is the perfect venue to meet Risri whether you’re just browsing or coming in to schedule something in particular.

Cenarion Circle: Risri is a member of the Cenarion Circle. Anyone who is a member could know Risri or know of her. She became a druid with the circle about 100 years ago. Druid things are always welcome whether its teaching or just chatting about events.

Other ideas:  Risri once ran @the-royal-courier​  many people know of her from those days, its okay to be one of them without chatting to me first. She often wanders taking photos out in the city, maybe she snapped one of you - its perfectly fine to question or even be angry that she did so, or even ask for a copy!

Art credit: 1st: @BBergolts on twitter, 2nd: @MischiArt on twitter, 3rd: @thedawnsart​

[ask-redsoldier-tf2]

Engineer: If metal arrows are okay with you, that is. Maybe the tip could be a grabber of some kind for both bows and crow bow. I could add a little vial in the tip to store poison if you'd like.

For the pistol, however, might be a bit more difficult so I'll think on that for a while.

*sʜᴇ sɪᴛs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ Eɴɢɪɴᴇᴇʀ*

Sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ, ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴅᴀʏ.

...

*sɪɢʜ, sʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇs ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ*

‧‧‧ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳˢᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ‧

Uʜ. Hᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ RED Eɴɢɪɴᴇᴇʀ. I sᴛᴀʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀsᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏs ғᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ.

Mɪɴᴅ ɪғ ᴡᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋ?

Engineer: Uh, howdy there ma'am. Are you even allowed here? I ain't answering your questions if you aren't gonna make yourself known.

Soldier: I DID NOT LET YOU IN!! HOW DID YOU GOT IN!?

[turning-through-the-never]

BRIGHT & BOLD RAVE!

WHEN: Friday, March 24th - 6pm WrA (Pacific Time) WHERE:  Wyrmrest Accord - Drunken Hozen Inn at Dawn’s Blossom in the Jade Forest, Pandaria (Map Below) WHO: Cross-faction/cross-server friendly! WHAT:  Wear anything bright and/or bold, come show off those pretty mogs and dance the night away! Bartenders will be NPC and the music link will be provided in-game at the event.

We do have a community set up called ‘Hereafter’ which will be used for anchoring in these casual events. If you have issues seeing people there, join the community and ask for an invite! If you are on another server, definitely join the community so we can pull you over!

JOIN COMMUNITY HERE!

**Hosted by a couple of us in the guild Hereafter wanting to offer some more RP for the community! Any question, feel free to contact me here or on Discord at Marvolo#8114**

[tarttsweetshriek]

(Saw “The Life of Ibelin” on Netflix. My mother and I cried. He did so many things for so many people in the world. He helped people. His grave is in Elwynn Forest at one of the islands in Crystal Lake. The animated parts of the documentary look so good. I wish we could get subtle things like physically hugging another person. But I guess it was just for the story.

I wish that there could be more neutral places for both Horde and Alliance to get together and rp. Even though there are a few.

For those that don’t know Tartt, she is a goblin death knight of the Ebon Blade, a Blight Boar fan, Goth girl/rock star, and aspiring bard. (Even though dk’s are rp’ed as mostly negative and their positive emotions are ‘fleeting’, I myself cannot rp an edgelord all the time). She enjoys socializing, attending rp events, enjoys cross faction rp. Tartt loves going to the Wings and Metal concert every month, social gatherings whenever possible. Raid nights whenever possible. She has performed at Wings and Metal, as well as a few karaoke nights, musically speaking. I would love to have her physically dance for people, but I do type slightly slow when it comes to emoting because I want everything spelled correctly. Her favorite in game holidays are Hallows End, Winter’s Vale, and Love is in the Air. I have her as a mix of Harley Quinn, Lizzie Hale from Halestorm, and Rhea Ripley.

I just wish that I could get my mom to play the game with me. I even gave her the Wow pop up book. She says she enjoys the Alliance when it comes to the books. And the world building is just so beautiful. There are just a few problems: First, her computer is old. (An HP desktop). Second, she spends most of her time on Facebook when she’s not sleeping and sending me cute things. Third is that she has too many tabs open, but she claims that isn’t a problem and then wonders why her computer is slow. Fourth is that she leaves it in sleep mode all night. Only shuts it down completely when she’s traveling. I don’t know if she’ll ever be able to get a new computer. She says she has to get all her sermons off and pictures. (She used to be a pastor for churches).

When it comes to matters of love, Tartt can be a bit of a flirt. Showing up to the Wyvern’s Tail or Booty Bay in the most beautiful and gorgeous outfit, being a tease. She’s interacted with so many people and meeting more.

She has a strong support group of friends in The Cast Company, Charlotte, the gnome mage photographer, and of course, the Succulent Tart guild that she had joined in June. I couldn’t ask for a better group of friends). 💚

[tales-from-the-blu-team]

Muses and rules

Rules:

I am primarily interested in RPing with OCs due to having pre existing lore ideas about cross faction relationships but will play with Red muses/ blogs ( red engineer might be a bit of an issue as i have more own lore with him related to blu engineer)

Sfw only- Im not interested in NSFW.

I have a preference for paragraph/ literature style replies as that's what I'm used to writing wise but I don't mind if you do script style. Just be aware that I will do Literature style replies ( I'm a fic writer I can't help it)

I don't respond right away sometimes. This happens from time to time. If it's been a few weeks please poke me.

if you want to drop a thread just let me know.

I will take Asks like an ask blog but this is primarily an RP blog.

Don't god mod/ mode.

I've never played the Game so everything is Second hand knowledge for me

Muse list:

Primary muses:

Blu engineer:

Mac Conagher- doesn't want to be here but is obligated to due to family ties. He is Much More Aware of a Lot of things that the others aren't but he can't say anything. A former Civil Engineer with 6 PHDs, a Wife he loves dearly ( Irene) and two daughters. Will either have a son later or has recently had a son. Is absolutely horrified at the realization that he's doomed this poor kid to take his place.

Has an excellent sense of smell. Allergic to smoke.

Blu Spy: Matthieu ???

one of the unofficial leaders of Blu. Generally talks things through with his team. Scouts uncle ( scout knows this). Still mysterious but more open and protective of his team. Scout especially, as he's taken up the role of father figure when possible. Will often train and go over battle performance etc with his team mates.

Butts heads with Blu Soldier.

Has a crush on Blu engineer but is aware that he's married.

blu soldier -John Doe ( real name???)

An Orphan who became both friends and eventually brothers with Blu Pyro growing up. Was abandoned as a child due to his mother - a young widow - being pressured to give him up as her new husband ' wasn't going to raise a kid that wasn't his'. He was too young to remember his real name and only has vague memories of his mother. Has a half sister out there who wants to connect.

Stubborn, quick to react and can be kind of a hard ass on his team. Tends to follow his gut Instinct.

Fiercely protective of Pyro. A former soldier who did actually fight in WW2. Post war, he went around doing odd jobs, never really feeling like he knows what he wants.

Like Spy, he trains the team but his methods are more like that you'd find in the military.

Blu Pyro: ????

Blu soldiers best friend and unofficial brother. Grew up in the orphanage due to his parents dying in the winter due to an accident.

Has a fear of being wet/ cold due to this. Copes with Fire. About 5 years younger than John and is fiercely protective of him. Where he goes, Pyro follows.

Loves childish things due to making up for all the childhood things he never got to have or do. Has a one sided rivalry with the red pyro.

Secondary muses: ( a wip for later)

Blu medic: Fritz Humboldt

His family has a long running medical research/ pharmacy business. Is currently competing with his brother to see who takes primary control over it although the plan is for both of them to work on it together

Has a wife and a 12 year old son. Polite but not very Open as he has a past as working a field doctor/ had many a patient die on him that he tried to save. Took up the job to work on cutting edge medical research ( may or may not end up coming to terms/ accepting the whole you could have saved More people but didn't thing via Respawn).

Expresses his feelings through private writing. Created the kritzkreig and reverse engineered the Uber via what Blu spy knew. Does not like red medic but has respect for his work.

Blu scout: Thomas ???

Blu spys nephew, looks up to him a lot. A former track and field athlete at school. Youngest of three brothers. While not academically terrible he's not great either and doesn't excel at anything in particular.

His uncle and mom were not thrilled about him wanting to join the Merc life but spy promises to look after him. Knows some Spy skills and tendencies. Can be really quiet and knows some knife tricks.

The youngest on the team, he has trouble connecting with the others but tries. Knows some conversational French. Gets along better with Spy than his red counterpart

blu Demoman : ????

the second youngest on the team, he was good at Chemistry and working with his hands but unlucky with getting a job. Where red demo is Scottish, Blu demo is Irish.

His parents sacrificed a lot for him and he wants to make them proud. Miss Pauling came to him with a job offer- he didn't know it was a Merc Job. But he knew it involved explosives and thought he was gonna do like construction with explosives.

Wants to make his parents proud and doesn't want them to know what he's really doing. He hates lying to them but he's so afraid of what they would think of him if they knew he was killing and being killed.

Friends with Blu Engineer.

Blu heavy: Dimitri ????

Blu sniper: ????

[duiiness]

more argenti writing

(taken specifically from an rp i was doing ages ago, this is still one of my favorite writings of argenti)

Argenti's lips tilted upwards, in a gentle smile at the man's reaction. He seemed relatively pleased by this interaction, and Argenti took that into stride. Though, the notion that his attention was unwanted wasn't too surprising ⸺ Argenti's eyes didn't miss the gun at his side. It would be hard to do so, truthfully. So, it was clear the man was versed in some degree of violence, for whatever purpose. Of course, Argenti had his suspicions of why, but he wouldn't be so crass to believe them as truth nor would he pry so carelessly into a stranger's life. While he possessed a curiosity for this man, he wished to avoid stepping too far.

"Well, all the same, I find appreciation in the recognition of my crest. I feel few truly recall its symbol, and what it once stood for." A solemn thought, Argenti supposed. After the disappearance of their Aeon, the knights found themselves at odds. Some whispered of Idrila's death ⸺ something Argenti refused to believed ⸺ and they eventually found their faction breaking apart. Some Knights were felled, a pain that ached softly in the hollow of his chest, and some began their own travels, to traverse the universe in search of something. Perhaps Idrila. Perhaps themselves. Argenti could only hope that fate, and Idrila's guiding hand, would cross their paths once more.

His eyes quietly glanced over the man's face, both to garner his reaction and to better assess his features. Something he found particularly noteworthy was the crosshairs in Boothill's eyes. He couldn't recall if he's ever witnessed someone with such markings, especially within their eyes. It was a truly captivating aspect, and a point of interest. However, he did find the placement of the rose satisfying. An apparent place, unlikely to go unnoticed. While he wasn't sure if the cowboy understood the degree of such a thing, Argenti took it as an acknowledgement of Idrila's gift. And, as usual, Argenti had barely paid any heed to the momentary shift of the lighting nor the brief gazes cast their way, when he had gifted Boothill the rose. Of course, for as quickly as it happened, it went back to the previous state.

"Perhaps, but I find the desire to express gratitude hard to ignore when faced with such kindness. Though, I do appreciate the notion of your consideration." He could distinguish the playful nature of his words, his own voice taking on a small lilt. Despite their conversation being brief, and truthfully just beginning, Argenti found himself enjoying it. Some people often kept themselves reserved, or others simply ignored Argenti's behavior. While he held no ill-will to such actions, he always felt himself longing for people to allow openness in themselves, and to allow their hearts to be admired. But he knew the complicated nature of a human, or any being for that matter, could make it far harder to accept such thing. Hence his reserved patience for many, never wishing to rush them into something.

Beauty often came as a reward for one's dedication.

"Ah, well, I suppose the depth of Idrila's gift may have no ending. But, the sharing of roses isn't reserved solely for those who express compliments towards my visage. I find that most who crossed my path leave with one, an expression of my admiration for their being. Beauty comes in many forms, and I find it partially my duty to make sure it can be recognized, even in the most unassuming places." Though, Boothill wasn't incorrect by any means. Argenti often found himself crossing paths with strangers and their kind words, ones that he would repay with his own kindness, and the roses. Idrila gift, something Argenti delighted in sharing, regardless of whether or not someone shared a compliment towards him. He had no urge to try and stoke his own ego by searching for approval, but he could admit, there was a sense of bashful pride when he came across them. Though, he supposed most people took enjoyment in someone noticing something, and paying praise to it ⸺ such as Argenti did, often.

Although, he found that it was often reserved for the mundane rather than something of an ostentatious nature. He found beauty in the simplest of things, something that he felt was lost on most people.

"Well, I'll admit, I found myself particularly moved when I took notice of you, my silver cowboy. Our paths only briefly crossed, only a bit from this very establishment, and I wished to take more care in learning of you." His head turned for a moment, as the bartender returned, and Argenti offered his thanks as he took the glass into hand. The seemingly underlying question within his statement didn't go unnoticed either, emerald eyes casting over Boothill's shifting form before crossing to his own drink. "I must appear out of place with my own beverage, but I'd hate for an incident to occur, and I find myself unable to give my aid. It is the duty of a Knight to offer his hand, however and wherever he can."

The nature of bars wasn't lost on Argenti, people often attending them to escape the ugliness of the outer world. It left a twinge in his chest, to imagine people so disheartened that they had to run away from these things. A life that they could not easily escape. He knew that grief, very well. The memories of his home planet, and the war that ravaged it. The way his breath always held, waiting for the next strike, even as he hid underground. And, in the midst of that anguish, there was a glimmer of hope. Of beauty, in that dark place. Something that he desired to bring to people, such as that moment of clarification brought to him.

A softer, serene look crossed Argenti's face. "Perhaps. But the nature of beauty far exceeds the physical. Of course, it can appear in a visage, but that is not the only form it possesses. An extension of Idrila's power is to find beauty everywhere, even when most people cannot see it. And I suppose that is what drew me here. Idrila's guidance lays a out a path, one that I follow. And it guided me here, to you." Argenti allowed his eyes to shut for a moment, the shifting sounds of the bar filling his ears. The sound of clinking glass, chattering voices, shuffling chairs and the sighs of a living breath. There was a beauty in such things, an admiration for the nature of simply existing. His eyes flickered open, before carefully taking a sip of his drink. "If you don't mind my own inquiry, I'd like to ask if you had any particular reason for being here yourself."