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I Am Catiana I sit near the edge of a silent river within a corrupted land. Darkness and shadows reign here, as they do in my soul. Rain beats on my shoulders, my head, but I honestly don't care. My cowl is pulled down over my eyes, so far down that I am not at all aware of my surroundings, only of my sad past playing through my mind. My knees are pulled up to my chest and held there so tight with two slender arms and two blackened hands that the skin covering my knuckles is straining not to split. I am sorrow.I Am Catiana by Rosewired
My head rises, slowly and wearily, to look across a river before me. I stare, as if called to, into the distance before slowly rising to my feet. Lifting my bag up to my shoulder, I groan and pace towards a bridge nearby, the rain now beating hard enough that it feels as if it has pierced my thin clothing and is stabbing at my skin. My thoughts wander to something far away, and I focus intently on it. I am knowledge.
Pheniasera ALIGNMENT:Pheniasera by Archivium
Evil [--------+-] Good
Choatic [----------+] Lawful
~ Full and complete name: Pheniasera
~ Race: Draenei
~ Gender: Female
~ Age: Roughly 4'500 years (looks to be in her early 20s)
~ Detailed Class(es): Elemental Shaman
~ Titles of any sort: The Storm Chanter (RP), Of the Exodar (IG)
~ Chosen Professions: She is adept in gathering herbs and making powerful scrolls from their inks Herbalism/Inscription
~ Wealth status: She's never really paid attention to such status or its importance.
~ Jobs of any sort: She usually finds herself helping anyone she encounters in need, that tends to be a priority for her above all else.
~ Place of birth: The ship known as Oshu'gun
~ Current home(s): For the most part she travels but she returns to Zangamarsh often since it is close but not close enough to her main missions in the Bone Wastes.
Nimzy Dullwidget III ALIGNMENT:Nimzy Dullwidget III by Archivium
Evil [----+----] Good
Choatic [--+-------] Lawful
~ Full and complete name: Nimzy Dullwidget III
~ Race: Gnome (raised in Loch Modan mostly)
~ Gender: Female
~ Age: 110 years (looks to be in her mid 20s)
~ Detailed Class(es): Subtly/Combat Rogue
~ Titles of any sort: Bloodsail Admiral (IG), The Reckless Gambler (RP)
~ Chosen Professions: She does like shiny things, mostly to hoard them but ever so often she makes fancy things with them Mining/Jewelcrafting
~ Wealth status: Pretty wealthy, or at least she used to be at one point.
~ Jobs of any sort: An ex-pirate and blade for hire, she's also done some recon work in her time and has always been a pretty capable thief but recently she's tried to find work as a field medic of sorts.
~ Place of birth: Just outside of Gnomeregan, but only remembers her time being raised in Loch Modan.
~ Current ho
Catiana's ProfileName: Catiana StahnhopeCatiana's Profile by Rosewired
Title: The Dark Mother
Birthplace: Tirisfal Glades
Motto: Death isn't real.
Birthday: July 6th
This woman of fair height and somewhat thin body appears to be in her mid-twenties. Her long, black hair will always either be flowing down past her shoulders, or pulled into a ponytail with a simple cloth ring. Her brown eyes show a thoughtful personality, which is, unfortunately, replaced by burning rage when a situation calls for it. The corners of her mouth appear to naturally turn down in a frown, although her smiles are becoming more common. Scars run down each side of her neck, starting an inch or so below the ear and stopping at the collar.
The woman appears to own a few outfits which usually follow the color scheme of black, blue, and/or red. Most of her outfits cover her body nearly entirely, as she highly values
Somael's ProfileName: Somael StahnhopeSomael's Profile by Rosewired
Title: Son of Catiana, Widower and Father
Eyes: Golden Glow
Race: Night Elf
Age: Around 23 in human years.
Home: Desolace, in the Cenarion Wildlands.
Not much is known about this unusual Elf other than what the eye can see and the small, obvious details about his life. He appears tall and lean, but still on the relatively muscular side, with unusual colored hair. However, on a sunny day a glow can be seen even below his heavy armor, and if struck in certain places below the armor one will hear a metallic ringing. This is due to a layer of Khorium that coats his skin (excluding his heels, ankles, backs of his knees, groin, elbows, neck, and head).
Somael prefers to keep himself clean. Due to this, his face is usually dirt free (unless he has just -barely- come from a struggle) and smooth, and he takes extra precautions to keep it, for the most part, scar free. His armor, which will v
The Creation and Evolution of an RP characterthought I would chronicle the creation and evolution of Archie for both seasoned RPers and newcomers alike to see how characters sometimes come into being. I hope this helps and please understand the character should still evolve until it is comfortable to play and is compliant with lore.The Creation and Evolution of an RP character by Yavien
have guild plotline for corrupt Stormwind guards routing out the Defias
create 'boss' character to be the main villan
'boss' reports to his boss, a bossy female Worgen
she figures the 'boss' is going to die, hides herself in a cell
guild defeats boss, rescues a woman from their dungeons
had to create a name here. Archie was the one I came up with on the fly. Still no last name.
early concept and planning
start playing her, she starts spying on Agency in effort to bring them down because of the damage they did to
Home At the Slaughtered Lamb tavern, I am infamous for my failures not only as a spell caster, but a person. The orphan, stuck in a tree and staring death in the eyes before my adoptive father saved me. The teenager, so filled with hatred and rage, yet unable to harness it and produce flame that would not backfire and harm me. The romantic, who gave her heart to one man, only to watch it be torn apart, thrown to the ground, and stepped upon. Were I to return to the Slaughtered Lamb now, these stories and laughter would echo through the halls of the crypt below, driving me to flee with flustered cheeks and teary eyes.Home by Rosewired
Though I am not yet strong enough to return and face them, I am strong enough never to have to. I have them to thank for that. Trapped with those dark people, forced to learn their ways, barely seeing the light of day such a thing seems as though it may have restricted me. Hands on my throat, pushing me into a cor
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