Archive for January, 2012

Some ladies are inclined to have a maternal nature, and some, conversely, seem like they should not be found within a ten-foot radius of children, yet in nearly all of them did the bone-deep instinct burn. It sparks into an inferno in the ladies who, by some cruel twist of nature, are physically incapable of satisfying this rooted need. It is a trying process leading up to the ultimate discovery of barrenness. Countless herbs had been ingested, spells cast, rituals done, emotional fits had, and none of them would change what was inherently wrong in my body.

Three centuries had taught me how to accept this on the most superficial of levels, but nothing could erase the almost disconcerting sense of jealousy that thrummed in my veins when I caught sight of a particular dark-haired child, whose demeanor reminded me of the one I will never bear. There the fantasy would build as if it were struck by a match, and there in my mind’s eye I would see my non-existent child: sovereign of my innermost realm, aristocratic, brilliant, beautiful… but impossible.

It was impossible.


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1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?
Azriah is – like many in Azeroth – one of those folk whose parents are dead or estranged. Born to a noble household, she was spoiled in the conventional sense of the world – pampered beyond belief and worshipped, but there wasn’t much emotional connection. Her father viewed her as an extension to do in life what he could not do, and so much of her actions were controlled. He died when Arthas ravaged Quel’thalas. Her mother, on the other hand, is estranged and she is/was a magistrix turned warlock that eventually ended up abandoning both Azriah and her father. It should also be noted that coupled with a fel magic addiction, her mother wasn’t right in the head.

2.) What are your characters most prominent physical features?
Prominence is subjective, I feel, but perhaps one might note the particularly intense fel-hue of her eyes. Otherwise refer to the guild note that says “amazing hotness.” Aww yea.

3.) Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason?
She has a rather faded, narrow, white scar that crookedly makes a vertical division of her torso. It came from the tip of a sword that just barely caught her in the middle of tripping over a rock. Happened during an altercation with a madman that stole a relic from the Silvacce vaults.

4.) How vain is your character? Do they find themselves attractive? 
Mother of god, Azriah is the most narcissistic woman I have ever had to portray. She thinks she’s drop dead gorgeous, and is usually rather offended if, on the rare occasion, it’s not objectively perceived.

5.) What’s your character’s ranking on the Kinsey Scale? 
Maybe a two? She has never had any romantic history with a woman, but I don’t believe she’s opposed to it. A warm body is a warm body, in her eyes.

6.) Describe your character’s happiest memory. 
It depends on what sort of happiness the question demands, really.
For the stereotypical “pure” happiness, I would say it was her wedding to whom she believed was her “other half,” best friend, etc. It occurred before she was set into her downward spiral and was still a stereotypically good-aligned character. Who wouldn’t be happy marrying someone like that?
For happiness relating to satisfaction, I’m going to say it was the moment she felt she mastered her studies of the Shadow. They say magic is euphoric to cast, and if one feels like they hold complete dominion over that euphoria – why, that must be… climactic.

7.) Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why? 
As much as she abhors what her first marriage turned into, she wouldn’t erase it because it was part of what shaped her into the contemporary woman she is – and to an extent, she’s content with that.

8.) Day of Favorites! What’s your character’s favorite ice cream flavor? Color? Song? Flower? 
In order of questions: strawberry, crimson, lament of the highborne, rose.

9.) Who does your character trust?
Mother of god, Azriah has the deepest set trust issues ever. The singular trustworthy person in her life is Cardre, who asks too many questions and can see the truth all too clearly.

10.) Can you define a turning point in your character’s life? Multiples are acceptable. 
There are so many! The largest and most defining moment was mind-controlling her husband into suicide, and the elaborate covering of her trail to make it look real both leading up to the moment and afterward. That was the true mark of her moral loss and the moment that shapes a lot of her behaviour even to this day.

11.) Is there an animal you equate with your character? 
Definitely a house-cat. Languid, spoiled rotten, and very independent.

12.) How is your character with technology? Super savvy, or way behind the times? Letters or email?
Azriah is completely useless in the field of gnomish and goblin technology. If this was contemporary earth, she would be that person that is absolutely brilliant, knowing a lot about many subjects, but when it comes to a computer, everything goes out the window.

13.) What does your character’s bed look like when he/she wakes up? Are the covers off on one side of the bed, are they all curled around a pillow, sprawled everywhere? In what position might they sleep?
Depends on if she has company or not, oh-ho. If alone, her bed is very neat and orderly – she’s a still sleeper, typically sticking to one side of the bed. She wakes up slightly dishevelled, but well enough that she doesn’t look like a trainwreck.

14.) How does your character react to temperature changes such as extreme heat and cold? 
Living in Quel’thalas, she doesn’t really mind the heat – loves the sun, actually (house cat, anyone?) – but like many others, it’s the cold that gets her.

15.) Is your character an early morning bird or a night owl?
She does like to be up in the early morning, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she goes to bed early, either. This is a priestess that runs on very little sleep.

16.) Are there any blood relatives that your character is particularly close with, besides the immediate ones? Cousins, Uncles, Grandfathers, Aunts, et cetera. Are there any others that your character practically considers a blood relative? 
Azriah has lost or is unaware of any living blood relatives. She used to be close with a cousin, but now that cousin disappeared.

17.) What’s your character’s desk/workspace look like? Are they neat or messy?
Her house is the manifestation of noble order until one reaches her study. That is her workspace, and that is a complete mess – though an orderly one, at that.

18.) Is your character a good cook? What’s their favorite recipe, whether they’re good or not? (Microwave mac-and-cheese applies.)
Azriah has a knowledge of herbs and spices, thus making her a rather good cook for meals rather than baking. She likes to make Crocolisk Au Gratin, because it’s exotic and has a fancy name.

19.) What’s your character’s preferred means of travel? 
In as much comfort as possible.

20.) Does your character have any irrational fears? 
Oh, yes! Azriah abhors rats; they are the bane of her existence. However, her aversion to swimming – specifically, with people, comes up more in RP than the rat thing does.

21.) What would your character’s cutie mark be?
I would say the magic star thing that Twilight Sparkle has.

22.) If your character could time travel, where would they go?
Been there, done that. If it was of her own volition rather than the Horde’s orders, she would probably not time travel. Again comes the topic that her life shaped her to be who she is today.

23.) Is your character superstitious? 
Not in the slightest. As a shadow priestess, what would she be superstitious about? Herself?

24.) What might your character’s ideal romantic partner be?
Likely a man of aristocratic background that can find a balance between proper manners and also being a tall, dark and handsome badass type. She has a little bit of a thing for the bad boys, but she doesn’t want a complete ruffian. Assertive, dominant type, etc.

25.) Describe your character’s hands. Are they small, long, calloused, smooth, stubby?
Being a noblewoman, Azriah has long-fingered, smooth, pale-white hands with well-manicured nails.

26.) Second day of favorites! Favorite comfort food, favorite vice, favorite outfit, favorite hot drink, favorite time of year, and favorite holiday. 
In order of the list: Cupcakes, jewels, something regal and dark, tea, spring, and Noblegarden.

27.) Pick two songs that describe your character at two different points of their life, and explain why you chose them. 
1) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7x5BhH7l5A&feature=related I feel like this sets the calm and elegant tone to her aristocratic life, being all delicate and graceful.
2) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_VCPyjX33lc This song just screams “shadow priestess” to me.

28.) If your character’s life was a genre, what would it be?

29.) How does your character smell? Do they wear perfume or cologne? 
A subtle, soft floral perfume.

30.) And finally: Write a letter to your character, from yourself.
Well, I had an example, but it was kind of lame and didn’t have much thought put into it. I gave the subject some more thought and realized that given the opportunity, I really wouldn’t want to establish contact with my character. As her writer, I’m obliged to give some kind of cliche advice and that’s just… meh. Even then, she would probably roll her eyes at it and toss out the paper. As such, what I will say is that while there certainly are times that I’m like “NOOOO WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT”, I love her character as it is and wouldn’t change it.

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All eyes are on the midnight sky, admiring the vibrant heraldry of new beginnings. With each high-octave scream and subsequent explosion, the chorus of awed sighs and confessions of captivation fill the air. It is the port known colloquially as “Booty Bay,” with hundreds of spectators gathered on the unstable platforms, each person welcoming another year in their own manner. The lips of lovers meet briefly, tankards are raised, and all around resolutions for the new year are spontaneously decided. Here I stand, in the midst of it all. I am made keenly aware of my superiority in the grace and elegance of my composure by the comparison of my rowdy surroundings. A smirk comes unbidden to my lips as I envision the loss of such fervently-declared resolutions within the week.

Can I truly blame them, though? Sin’dorei as I am, I can hardly fit myself under the generalization that “We’re only human,” but the aphorism’s truth still stands. Truly, there is no barrier of species that we sentient beings view ourselves in such a critical light, always seeking excuses to improve, yet never quite reaching that goal. Naturally, it is the lack of utter devotion to the cause that spurs this deflation. Determination is unstoppable when it is cemented, and it is this tenacious belief that is upheld in the Cult of the Forgotten Shadow.

The fireworks were growing grander in procession until now, this temporary limbo that heeds the impending finale, reflected especially in the awed silence of the crowd. This moment is almost tranquil; breaths all around are drawn in and held in a moment of anticipation, and an odd feeling of collective intimacy emerges. Here were people that were still raw from the wounds the Destroyer reaped, and full of celebratory shock at the news of his defeat. Yet, the feeling ends with the explosion marking the beginning of the finale. A shiver racks my spine, and I know it is not from a chill – it is the result of that sense of belonging. Long have I been independent that such a sensation is almost foreign to me.

My eyes linger on the soft black waves of the bay, and I realize that there is much to change about myself, if such an insignificant thing could seem so significant. That such an infinitesimally short moment could startle me into such a shock! I can feel the faint glimmer of Light within me, struggling vainly for a hold on my soul, and I almost want to nourish it. In a heartbeat, however, that changes. I know that I am subject to this aforementioned “human condition,” and that this faint spark has not the will to transform into the inferno needed for repentance. It is with that knowledge that I feel my blood turn to ice and the din of the crowd grow faint, as I am consumed by the void – a swirling violet veil.

Why, there simply is no room for repentance…

The silent voice resonates in my very bones as the last of the fireworks brightens the night sky.

…When you are mistress to the Forgotten Shadow.

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