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Nooooo! Nooooooooooooo! Not my OTP!!!))
(Warning: Gore/death/violence)
Another day, another list of jobs and tasks to complete. Cynthael had checked in on the secret project in Stranglethorn and he was pleased to see his tree house plans coming along much more quickly than he anticipated. It was amazing...
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The bourbon was sweet. She could still tastes it on every surface of her mouth as her tongue ran along sharp teeth; it was the only fidgeting she allowed herself. The masked woman stayed perfectly still otherwise, both legs on the table in front of her, leaning back on her chair. She was almost completely hidden in the darkness at the back of the room.
It was ridiculously late, dawn was only a few hours off now. If she was tired at all, Alaerya did not show it. Her cup was empty, while not too long ago it had been full, most of the liquid had disappeared, and not into her stomach. Slender hands dotted with scars curled around the ornately blown glass. There were times were she decided to afford the good stuff, it’s not like she couldn’t after all. Her black leather gloves were sitting nearby, and there was a distinct lack in colour on her skin where they didn’t cover. It annoyed her for some reason. The thought that she was annoyed over something so trivial as a tan briefly amused her, enough to break painted lips into a sly smile.
“Silvermoon City Inn. Fifth hour after midnight. I have information you want.”
The note had found it’s way to her. It was addressed ‘Eversilk’ and she had almost burned the thing, she did so anyway after reading it. Suspicion set in; she didn’t recognise the writing, and the parchment was of poor quality, nothing that could be easily tracked. Only her brother and cousin knew her real last name. Alaerya doubted that they would recognise her, and what could they possibly have for her anyway. She had kept her mask down just in case.
Alaerya sighed. She had been waiting almost an hour. Only a handful of people had been through, most just to rent a last minute room for the night, or just to pass through to the Exchange. Not a single person she recognised, or even gave her a single look. With a shake of her head, the rogue let her head hang back as the shadows swirled around her, pulling her further into the darkness and making sure she was invisible to the naked eye.
The bartender saw this, it didn’t phase him, he saw her kind come through every day. His hand did stay close to his coin purse, though he never saw the expensive bottle of well aged bourbon go missing off the shelf behind him.
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A cruel smile twisted over white teeth. As the warlock ended his spell, a sweet voice thanked him for his services. The human bowed and was lead away by a servant, and the richly dressed young Sin’dorei woman didn’t worry about him telling anyone what he had seen, she knew he his corpse would be buried under her rose bushes soon enough.
A dainty hand, free of cuts and callouses, moved up. Perfectly manicured and painted blood red fingernails pushed white blonde hair out of the way of a heart stoppingly beautiful face. With a small quiver at the pleasant thoughts running through her twisted mind, the noble lounged back; planning grizzly, brutal murder.
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The bourbon was sweet. She could still tastes it on every surface of her mouth as her tongue ran along sharp teeth; it was the only fidgeting she allowed herself. The masked woman stayed perfectly still otherwise, both legs on the table in front of her, leaning back on her chair. She was almost completely hidden in the darkness at the back of the room.
It was ridiculously late, dawn was only a few hours off now. If she was tired at all, Alaerya did not show it. Her cup was empty, while not too long ago it had been full, most of the liquid had disappeared, and not into her stomach. Slender hands dotted with scars curled around the ornately blown glass. There were times were she decided to afford the good stuff, it's not like she couldn't after all. Her black leather gloves were sitting nearby, and there was a distinct lack in colour on her skin where they didn't cover. It annoyed her for some reason. The thought that she was annoyed over something so trivial as a tan briefly amused her, enough to break painted lips into a sly smile.
“Silvermoon City Inn. Fifth hour after midnight. I have information you want.”
The note had found it's way to her. It was addressed 'Eversilk' and she had almost burned the thing, she did so anyway after reading it. Suspicion set in; she didn't recognise the writing, and the parchment was of poor quality, nothing that could be easily tracked. Only her brother and cousin knew her real last name. Alaerya doubted that they would recognise her, and what could they possibly have for her anyway. She had kept her mask down just in case.
Alaerya sighed. She had been waiting almost an hour. Only a handful of people had been through, most just to rent a last minute room for the night, or just to pass through to the Exchange. Not a single person she recognised, or even gave her a single look. With a shake of her head, the rogue let her head hang back as the shadows swirled around her, pulling her further into the darkness and making sure she was invisible to the naked eye.
The bartender saw this, it didn't phase him, he saw her kind come through every day. His hand did stay close to his coin purse, though he never saw the expensive bottle of well aged bourbon go missing off the shelf behind him.
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A cruel smile twisted over white teeth. As the warlock ended his spell, a sweet voice thanked him for his services. The human bowed and was lead away by a servant, and the richly dressed young Sin'dorei woman didn't worry about him telling anyone what he had seen, she knew he his corpse would be buried under her rose bushes soon enough.
A dainty hand, free of cuts and callouses, moved up. Perfectly manicured and painted blood red fingernails pushed white blonde hair out of the way of a heart stoppingly beautiful face. With a small quiver at the pleasant thoughts running through her twisted mind, the noble lounged back; planning grizzly, brutal murder.
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I love characters whose strongest points are also their flaws. Like the guy who is loyal to a fault, even if logic has reasoned with him otherwise. Or the girl who puts so much stock in honour she’s not going to associate herself with the maid who os actually a spy and can save her life.
Like...
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((And then Alae drunkenly came over and wash fangirling over her OTP))
Cynthael, master of timing.
(Sorry for the bad MS paint editing)
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Reblog if you're on board for RP via Battle.net chat client or Skype - not just in-game.
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like/reblog if you're a World of Warcraft roleplayer
canon or an original character, doesn’t matter, I am planning on making a masterlist of all the WoW roleplayers.
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GOOD MORNING!
Alaerya stirred, slowly coming into consciousness. The presence of heat next to her in body shape wasn’t something she registered beyond further moving towards it and curling up. As she attempted to drift back into sleep, the questions of ‘Why does my head hurt?’ ‘What the mage-chanted fuck did I drink last night?’ ‘What the fuck is so warm next to me?’.
Her head was throbbing as much as an undead’s who had just invoked the light. She groaned and sat up. Immediately she regretted a number of life choices. Drinking heavily last night was one of them, sleeping naked was another. And unfortunately she didn’t scramble quickly enough for the sheet to cover herself before the man next to her got an eyeful.
“I swear by all things holy, if you every mention this to anyone Sling…” she trailed off, looking for a nearby dagger. In her drunken state she must have placed them further away than usual. She turned back to the rogue next to her. “Just even cough at it, and I will have to gut you.” Tuathal just grinned at her, and Alae turned beet red.
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Put “Good Morning” in my inbox for my muse’s reaction to waking up in bed with yours with no memory of the night before
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4.) How vain is your character? Do they find themselves attractive?
Alaerya Sunvein smiled at herself in the mirror, yes, some would call her vain. The magically styled hair, the amount of high quality goblin products she put into it to keep almost every strand in place, the make up, dark kohl around her eyes, blood red paint on her lips. The armour; leather of fine make. She had saved up a long time to get it made, not only to perfectly fit her frame, but to hug and show off every curve. It protected her almost as well, and covered every scar she had.
Some would indeed call her vain. But she did not find herself attractive, and with almost a sneer and her own reflection, she vanished from sight, into the shadows.
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Alae blocked the doorway, casually leaning against the frame. "Oh you know, the usual. Assault, arson, maybe a robbery or three." She looked up from cleaning her nails, grin wolfish. "Knew I could count on ya."
"I need your help." - Alae (I WANNA SEND MORE BUT I DUN WANNA OVERSEX IT)
"What for? Is it shady and possibly illegal? Because if it is, sign me up." Jhulen was already getting to his feet, grinning cheekily and sweeping his hair up into a ponytail in preparation of shady business.
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((This is so awesome hahahahaha! I hope we actually get to RP this in game some day! <3))
"We need to get out of here." - Alaerya :3
"Might be a good idea, yep."
They were both maddeningly calm about the entire thing, as though a rain of felfire was no more remarkable than a sudden summer storm. It wasn’t until a horrific, rhythmic shuddering announced the abyssal’s arrival that the Lightsinger started to get a little bit concerned.
"…I do believe we’ve overstayed our welcome, sister."
They weren’t retreating, of course. They were just advancing in a different direction. Very quickly.
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"Let’s go to your place." ~ Cynthael
Alae stood, one hand behind her back, the other balancing a dagger by the point on her finger, showing off both skill and the quality of make of her weapon. "Oh, my place now is it?" Her voice was playful with just a hint of mocking. "Not even asking me nicely? What happened to all those 'sweeheart's, kitty?"
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((Omffgggggg. Alae's totally gonna get him. I ship it hate/rivalry))
"I can’t believe you just did that." - Alaerya. Oh hey with that knife (literal not metaphorical) in the back the other day this should be fuuuun xD
Cynthael grinned triumphantly, lording over the other rogue as he watched her floundering in the pond he’d just shoved her in. “You really have no idea what I’m capable of, -sweetheart-, do you?” Emphasizing the pet name she hated so much, he took off before daggers could be drawn. Playing nice to get close enough to push her into the body of water had been so worth it. Even if Alaerya was going to be coming for his blood.
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SEND ME A SENTENCE FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE!
"Don’t stop!"
"Where are we?"
"Baby…"
"You know I love it when you do that…"
"Now what?"
"What happens next?"
"Help me!"
"I can’t stay here…"
"You need to leave."
"Why are you trying to hurt me?"
"I should hate you."
"I didn’t think I could be hurt so badly…"
"Let’s go to your place."
"I can’t believe you just did that."
"We need to get out of here."
"I don’t even recognize you."
"I don’t know who you are anymore."
"I don’t know myself anymore…"
"I don’t know where I am, can you come get me?"
"I need your help."
"I’m in trouble."
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It had started with just simply turning up to Gadgetzgan, witnessing a fight, a few of the boys even had their shirts off, it was fun all around. Then one of them, a priest. He has visions, a prophecy. Alaerya though that it was good she wasn't a light user, just dealing with that? No, she was for the shadows and the void alone. They called to her, cradled her, and she didn't have to put up with any of that poncy bullshit.
"... YOUR GLORY IS NIGH..."
After he had finished, a rogue, and a handsome one at that had found a nice little house for them to crowd in to. Alae hadn't even been paying attention! Stupid. Suddenly her Commander was addressing her, and the other Rogue. Cat. Kitten. Cynsomething. He wanted to show them, her and Cat, something? Or have them ask for it themselves.
Though accepting that gift?
They were in Feralas. On top of one of the twin Colossals. Last time she had been here, it was with family. Val'thalore, Syri, Tuathal, Drath... The serpent had attacked them, she remembered a misstep through the shadows, flying through the air, and hitting the walls with a blinding flash of pain. This time was better.
Alae's head was fuzzy. There was a roar, a storm in the back of her mind. What had she accepted?
Alaerya had been called, and she had accepted. It had taken her a few minutes, but then Cat had been lying about something. She didn't care, personally, but something told her a little extra muscle was needed. She called on the shadows, and they answered. Soon her dagger was pointed at his back. He called her "sweetheart" mockingly. She had been tempted to shank him right then and there. Cocky asshole.
The voice called to her, she wanted to hunt, to seek out evil and kill it. She wanted to be an executioner for the Light.
"Nightslayer, sheathe." her Commanders' voice had the power behind it.
"Welcome, sister." Jhulen has called her 'sister'. His voice had light and song in it.
Hunt.
It was too much. Alaerya Sunvein took one last long drink from her tankard, then headed to the barracks to bunk down and think it all over.
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