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@all-the-writing-please
what is your biggest obstacle to writing every day, if time doesn’t count?
Getting my mind settled enough so that I can concentrate on writing. I’ve been struggling with finding a way to tune out the ‘real world’ enough to tune IN to my writing. Anxiety is a beast. Thanks for asking! <3
Venbon Daerick Patcher
General:
Race/Age: Adult Elezen
Nameday: 25th Sun of the Fourth Umbral Moon (8/25) Fourth Umbral Moon: (Rhalgr) Lightning / Guardian: Nald’thal, The Traders
Concept: Garlean Trope ((Anyone from a conquered territory can earn full Garlean citizenship if they provide twenty years of service as a soldier in the Garlean army))
History:
After waking aboard a caravan bound for New Gridania, Venbon Patcher found himself to be lacking memories as to his identity, purpose, and ambitions for the future. Such was not to remain the case for long, however. Once his feet were solidly beneath him, Miounne of the Adventurer’s Guild made certain to see Venbon swept up into the tidal wave of tasks necessary to help the citizens of New Gridania protect their homeland from the ever growing threats to their borders. It was during one such adventure that Venbon first chanced to meet Raven Thatcher, a petite Hyur whose assignments often allowed them to travel together.
Soon enough, his focus and determination - in addition to other qualities not yet understood by the Elezen himself - caught the attention of Minfilia and the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. It was after one of his first meetings with Minfilia, when Venbon’s thoughts were clouded with newfound knowledge, that he discovered what seemed as if Providence itself. After leaving the Scion’s chambers, Venbon encountered the lovely Hyur female, Raven Patcher - and learned that she, too, was in the Scion’s favor. As if by design, the two found their assignments placing them side by side henceforth - a situation which neither took issue with in the slightest. As such, and since, their affections have continued to grow ever closer.
What did trouble Venbon, however, were flashes of memories which had begun to return to him. These clashed painfully with tales told to him by his love interest of her childhood, raised in brutal Al Ahmigo.
Now the Elezen finds himself facing the realities of his origins while struggling to create a future which will allow him to feel worthy of the title that has been bestowed upon him by the Scions and so many others.
Personality:
There is good humor and mirth to be seen in Venbon’s two-toned eyes, and he wears a smile more often than not. Having woken to a mind empty of memories had a humbling effect on the Elezen, thus causing him to be more reserved than his sometimes flamboyant attire might otherwise suggest. He enjoys clothing that is well matched, tailored, and attractive, but is far more prone to be found sitting in silence on the sidelines than in the midst of the crowd.
With encouragement and especially drink, however, he can prove himself to be a proficient performance artisan who at some point must have specialized in dancing. Fleet of foot and nimble in his movements, his ability to spin, leap, and gracefully move in rhythm with music seems as if second nature. Also to note is that he is generally extremely polite and will go to great lengths to ensure that he leaves a positive impression upon anyone he meets. He is also one who will slip away when there is a social conflict that he cannot quell, as though the idea of anyone’s uneasiness makes him extremely uncomfortable. Clearly, the role of peacekeeper is one he must have served in the past, perhaps accounting for his artisan role - or perhaps not.
Quote: “You learn more from Listening than you do by Speaking.”
Associations:
Personal:
Romantic Interest:
Raven Marie Thatcher
Professional:
Grand Company : Order of the Twin Adder
Rogue’s Guild: Dutiful Sisters
-Leader Jacke Swallow
-Perimu “Underfoot” Haurimu
-V’kebbe the Stray
-Bochard
Lancer’s Guild: Old Gridania Lancer’s Guild
-Guildmaster Ywain
-Jillian
Scions of the Seventh Dawn
-Minfilia (Etc…)
Just boosting my newest Blog;for any who play Final Fantasy. I am also back on Warcraft :) https://venbonpatcher.tumblr.com/
are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?
An Ask! Gracious. First of all, thank you for your query. As to the answer - it really depends. I used to get my best writing done in the evenings, or late at night, when all was quiet in my little world. I could listen to music in my apartment by myself and not have to worry about life’s ‘responsibilities’ making me feel guilty for being neglectful. Anymore, I find that I am more clear minded in the mornings, and can construct better sentences while sipping my cups of coffee. My inner critic has been loud after returning from a hiatus from focused writing, however, so writing at ANY time has been a struggle. Thanks again! <3
roleplaying habits questions.
what’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?
are there any languages besides english in which you think you could comfortably roleplay?
how often do you reach for a synonym dictionary when writing? how about mentally?
how often do you need to translate your own or the other’s writing with a dictionary or google when writing and reading replies?
do you listen to music while your write?
do you have ideal writing circumstances when you can do a lot of drafts or tackle really long ones very easily?
are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?
how does tiredness affect your writing?
have you ever written a serious reply intoxicated?
how much do you proof-read as you are writing vs. proof-read at the end?
when you are writing a reply, how much ahead in the thread do you plan?
is there ever been a time when you’ve had to drop a roleplaying partner because you’ve found their writing style exhausting?
does writing roleplay things in public spaces make you uncomfortable?
what do you do after you see a person has replied? do you read it immediately, or do you wait for it to show up on the dash? do you like it, draft it immediately, etc?
how often do you need to change the icon in your reply while or after writing the reply?
do you first get in the “zone” when writing, or do you start writing and “enter” it that way?
what is your biggest obstacle to writing every day, if time doesn’t count?
what’s your inbox count currently? what did you do to get it so high/low?
how many drafts is a paralysing amount?
if you are writing a wrong reply that’s not working out, do you save what you have to be continued at another date, or do you scrap it and rewrite?
does making icons give or take away energy to write? what about other graphics?
longest reply you’ve ever writen on mobile?
does the total amount of threads you have going on matter to you, or just how many you owe?
what’s your thought process when you format? any unspoken rules you follow?
how does your follower count affect your mood?
((I may not be able to say the same about 2020 though! Holy Hellls... ))
Visiting Nagrand
Lady Porticane landed in her favorite manner - albeit a risky fashion. The young woman dismounted her snowy gryphon about five hundred feet above where she needed to land while murmuring a combination of floatation and invisibility spells. Their application allowed her to descend slowly from the sky to the soft grassy field below. Doing such a thing was luxurious; and yet she had grown skilled in use of tactical, discreet landing during her time in the battle zones of the Broken Shore. Past due time for a vacation of some sort, she enjoyed a day of casual sight seeing in the beautiful territory before finally acknowledging that a trip to Stormwind was in order. A recent conversation with her brother Maxyn had offered little reassurance that all affairs were in order. It seems both of them were being drawn toward shores even further yet from their homeland. Her time in Stormwind would surely be brief - something she couldn’t help but consider a relief, truly. This meant that a short list of goals had been established for what duration of time she intended to spend in the human township. There were a few friends and businesses to visit. If fortunate, she could manage it all in a single day.
YOU LIIIIIVE
((So it seems! ))
Some days are for falling in love with people; some days are for loving life and hanging out in cities; others are for quietly withdrawing from the world, and relishing the pleasure of your own company.
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A Familiar Face..
Slow, careful steps carried Adesha down the stairs from her apartment. Those familiar with her movements would easily have noted the fact that she favored her left side and hugged her abdomen somewhat. It was with a pensive expression that she settled into a chair after finally reaching one at the diner around the corner.
It was during the time that she was smoothing her skirt and catching a few steadying breaths that the familiar voice had spoken from the shadows beside her.
"Hello, Dessa. Sorry I was kept... away so long. Let's not waste time, though. What happened to you?" The dark anger in Lord Maxyn Porticane's voice had been palpable.
Big brother was back.
💚
“This whole Children’s week…..how Sky and I brought a young girl into our apartment to keep them away from a bitch of a warlock…..how the act caused trouble for an old family friend, how kids DIED because of things I did.” The high elf’s shoulders drooped and her focus went to the ground.
@ladyadeshaporticane @skystoneseat @ladylornporticane
Gifts to friends for Winters Veil
His night in Stormwind drew to a close indeed.
After his fight with Skavannah, Rakshi made his way all the way back to his hideout in Highmountain. After brushing himself up and cleaning himself up from the “fight” the paladin had, there was still one thing left on his mind.
His gaze shot over to his desk in the corner, on it rested the gift he meant to give to the paladin. He felt stupid for not giving it to her after their meeting back in the city, it didn’t matter though. The look she gave him when he told her he had gotten a gift for her was all the hunter needed to brighten his spirits.
“It’s the though that counts right?” He asked his companion Shadow and the cat just looked at his master snorting and shaking his head.
Rakshi chuckled in agreement and nodded his head.
There was still one last duty he had to do before the night would be a close.
After setting his pack back his desk and easing himself into his chair, he pulled out a sack. After dumping it out, out fell some interesting, well crafted trinkets. Who the trinkets were made by was anybody’s guess. They were made by friends for friends. People who the hunter trusted and respected and he knew he would get straight to work sending them off to who deserved them. And as his eagles remained perched and ready to send them off, the hunter smiled to himself and nodded as he began wrapping the gifts up and writing letters.
The first gift would go to the one and only Captain Killian Essex. Captain of the Black Maw and a pirate that Rakshi had met during his travels. The gift was simple. A pistol, not much different from Rakshi’s pistol Bolt with the letter “R” engraved into its handle. Rakshi thought it would be kind of silly, knowing Killian, the man probably had more pistols then one could ever dream, given his profession. Again though, the hunter thought it be nice to give something to the man and as he pulled out his pen and a parchment, he got to work writing his letter.
Captain Killian,
I hope this letter reaches you swiftly sir. I apologize for the absence I have given you over the past few weeks. Obviously your thoughts must be not good on me right now. I understand. Some things took their toll and I have to take a leave of absence from the city. If there has been trouble for the crew regarding myself, I do apologize. Right now, I am working on finding my back as soon as possible. I’m sure Shade must’ve told you that she hasn’t seen me either. I don’t want her to. The leave I have taken is my own and I wish to be my own sir.
As for Shade? I hope she is working hard and not giving you any trouble at all. The young girl definitely has some fire in her and I am definitely proud of meeting her and bringing into the organization that you have offered us.
Until next time Captain, take care of yourself and enjoy the gift I have made for you.
-Rakshi
The next gift, probably the “craftiest” one of them all was a crystal. No ordinary crystal though, no no. The crystal itself was crafted by elves and made with magic by elves. The magic that rested inside of it would be magic that only the one who wore it around their neck would see. Not even the hunter himself knew what magic rested inside of it. He smiled to himself and nodded, knowing who ever was going to receive this would love it for sure and there was only one person in particular who deserved it.
Lady Adesha herself.
Adesha,
I hope this letter and the gift inside of it reaches you safely. It has been awhile since you I had spoken since our…“tango” in Dalaran. The gift inside is a strange one but one I’m sure you will appreciate. The magic inside, I can not understand. I’m sure you though. Knowing how knowledgeable you are will one day find out its properties and its purpose.
Until next time my friend, safe travels and a Happy Winter’s Veil.
-Rakshi
His third gift. A gift made only for a queen of the wilds. Was a cross bow, shaped to look like a rifle. This was none of the trinkets that rested on his desk. This gift already rested on the bed in his home and as the hunter eyed it carefully. He nodded to himself and wrote the letter to his one and only mate, Vivian.
My dearest Vivian,
It has been weeks since I have last heard from you. I hope all is well and you and Lokie are both safe. Our home in Highmoutain is looking rather stunning. It’s a shame that you are not here to share in its beauty with me.
I know you have things to deal with and I am watching it with all my strength while waiting until you get back.
The gift that lies before you is a gift that I have specifically for you. I made it in remembrance of the day I taught you how to shoot a bow.
It’s an easy weapon to use, not very light but simple in its mechanics and I hope it brings you joy in knowing that it was by someone who is thinking about you every day and wishing you were back home, safe.
Happy Winter’s Veil my love and I hope you can return home soon.
-With love,
Rakshi
One more gift and one that the hunter was definitely familiar with. The dream catcher that rested on his desk was made specifically by the Tauren tribe in Highmountain. It was simple, yet wondering to the touch and it was his final gift. He saved it specifically for someone who was just as close to him as Vivian was.
His one and only little adopted sister, Shade.
Shade,
I hope all is well with you. I apologize for my absence in the city. Had to get away for a bit and do other things and I apologize for not being there protecting you.
I have just sent a letter and a gift to Captain Killian and I knew right off the bat that you are needing one to.
This gift, which I’m not sure that you’re familiar with, is a special one.
I have used a contraption like it when I was a boy. It may not look like much but whenever you feel like bad dreams are taking over you, just look to this gift as it hangs on your wall and it will do all it can to protect you.
Plus…it makes a great sort of décor.
Hope to see you soon and a Happy Winters Veil little sister.
-From your big brother,
Rakshi
With all the gifts wrapped and ready for departure, the hunter made his way outside. After rolling up the letters and setting the wrapped gifts into the talons of the eagles, each one took off soaring with their majestic cries being heard for miles on.
The hunter crossed his arms as he watched them soar off to their destinations with Shadow by his side.
Usually he always forgot to send gifts to those who were close to him but with the holidays here and in his atmosphere of comfort, he knew he had to just that.
After sighing lightly and making his way back inside his tent, he took Skavannah’s gift and stuck it in his armor folds.
He felt he should deliver it personally to her.
HAPPY WINTER’S VEIL EVERYONE!
Tagging: @ladyadeshaporticane, @misdrivious, @zaderick and all others in Rakshi’s life, sorry there’s no gifts for yall! Love you all! <3
The magess had been quite busy out in the Broken Isles; so much so that it seemed Winterveil barely existed in her frenzied attempts to fulfill task after task as assigned by the Kirin Tor. It wasn’t that they truly needed her to do so much, really, but that she’d asked to be kept busy so that she could attempt to assuage the worry that grew with each day that went by during which she hadn’t heard from her brother, Maxyn - nor her beloved, Rowan. Lady Adesha Porticane told herself that everyone was fulfilling their duties as agreed upon, and their letters to her were simply lost. That had to be the case. She planned to seek out her friend Jill in the coming days to ensure the delivery of gifts for the little ones had arrived - but that aside, she’d been doing nothing short of isolating herself. When the eagle landed and dropped a parcel held by bright ribbons from its beak directly beside her, the young noblewoman had first been startled, then pleasantly surprised. After rushing to collect it, she’d hastily peeled the attached letter open and skimmed the elegantly written words. Surprise had dawned upon her features as she opened the box, then laughed with delight and palmed the crystal contained within. One effect instantly occurred as soon as she channeled some frost mana into the beautiful item - that being snow to fall around her in a small cylindrical cone. Adesha turned her face up toward the sky, then smiled and murmured to herself quietly, “Thank you, Rakshi.. I must send him something in return.”
(Happy Holidays, @therakster ! ))
As the morning drew on, an eagle would be heard crying through the sky as it swooped to wherever Adesha was standing, dropping from its talons a single letter which fluttered two and fro in the breeze. On it, it read, "To two stepping Adesha, my good friend."
The young woman glanced up from where she’d been stationed out in the Broken Isles and furrowed her brow in surprise, squinting to make out the letter before blinking forward instantly in time to capture the thing just as it neared the ground. After grappling for a moment, she managed to grasp hold of it, then let her eyes dance over the words written upon the parchment. A wry smile formed upon her lips as she nodded to herself and murmured quietly, “Two stepping, indeed. Well, this Winterveil.. barely existed. At least there was that dance.. I guess.” A chuckle followed, then she pocketed it, continuing to mutter aloud to herself, “Well, he certainly spoke his mind to those women. That was memorable.”
Personality Quiz Results
Result: the master
Your archetype is the master.
(disclaimer: the master archetype is not a reflection of what a horrible person you are. ie: jyn erso and mary talbot are both extremely intelligent and driven people because they use their traits for good--although mary's character can be quite ambiguous in the earlier seasons)
Traits: determined, obsessive, powerful, charismatic, confident, rash, challenging
The master is most commonly used to symbolize the antagonist, or the upper hand. while they aren't inherently the bad guys, their determination and ability to plan ahead can be twisted into something akin to evil. while that is a strong possibility in literature, their charisma and confidence can be utilized to create a strong idea and even an idea for the good side. many masters were the catalysts of revolutions, sparking hope and motivation. masters are extremely rash in their decisions, no matter how meticulous their planning may be. they tend to follow their instincts, and it's a good thing that they're so quick on their feet, otherwise, many of the challenges they face might have become uglier than expected.
Fictional characters that are masters: tom riddle, jyn erso, thetis, mary talbot, irene adler, moriarty, tyrion lannister, cersei lannister, the joker
Other personality types that go with this: Alexander Hamilton
Tagged by: @therakster and @castleoftherose ((Thanks for the tag!! ))
https://www.qzzr.com/c/quiz/313907/the-archetype-quiz
