Previously @seasaltpromise!
Hey! My name is Cassie, and this is the main blog to all of my WoW OC's. ♥ Here you will find a variety of posts pertaining to them and their adventures through Azeroth, as well as OOC posts directed primarily to Wyrmrest Accord. Feel free to follow my main for fandom things. Enjoy!
Hey all!
Whilst I thought I’d use my old blog as an RP hub, I found that the amount of OOC I followed in comparison to IC made it difficult for me to engage with people.
So I decided to pull my Horde/Alliance blogs on to seperate accounts with my main’s holding onto the others as sideblogs.
ALLIANCE –
@kxret (Main blog! Any asks will come from her account, regardless of the character included in the message.)
@brxwler
@nobilitywitch
@vicktorious
HORDE –
@dxwnrise (Main blog! Any asks will come from her account, regardless of the character included in the message.)
@emberspear
@iceddphoenix
If you’re a roleplayer on WRA, I’d love if you could boost this so I could find more people to follow/rp with. <3 It’s going to take me a bit to build up my followers again if I’m choosing not to use this blog.
I’m going to make @ofsaltandseas my OOC blog with this one mostly an archive/character link page. So feel free to unfollow it, as I sincerely doubt I’ll be posting much.
Hey all!
Whilst I thought I’d use my old blog as an RP hub, I found that the amount of OOC I followed in comparison to IC made it difficult for me to engage with people.
So I decided to pull my Horde/Alliance blogs on to seperate accounts with my main’s holding onto the others as sideblogs.
ALLIANCE –
@kxret (Main blog! Any asks will come from her account, regardless of the character included in the message.)
@brxwler
@nobilitywitch
@vicktorious
HORDE –
@dxwnrise (Main blog! Any asks will come from her account, regardless of the character included in the message.)
@emberspear
@iceddphoenix
If you’re a roleplayer on WRA, I’d love if you could boost this so I could find more people to follow/rp with. <3 It’s going to take me a bit to build up my followers again if I’m choosing not to use this blog.
I’m going to make @ofsaltandseas my OOC blog with this one mostly an archive/character link page. So feel free to unfollow it, as I sincerely doubt I’ll be posting much.
Hey all!
Whilst I thought I’d use my old blog as an RP hub, I found that the amount of OOC I followed in comparison to IC made it difficult for me to engage with people.
So I decided to pull my Horde/Alliance blogs on to seperate accounts with my main’s holding onto the others as sideblogs.
ALLIANCE –
@kxret (Main blog! Any asks will come from her account, regardless of the character included in the message.)
@brxwler
@nobilitywitch
@vicktorious
HORDE –
@dxwnrise (Main blog! Any asks will come from her account, regardless of the character included in the message.)
@emberspear
@iceddphoenix
If you’re a roleplayer on WRA, I’d love if you could boost this so I could find more people to follow/rp with. <3 It’s going to take me a bit to build up my followers again if I’m choosing not to use this blog.
I’m going to make @ofsaltandseas my OOC blog with this one mostly an archive/character link page. So feel free to unfollow it, as I sincerely doubt I’ll be posting much.
Hey all!
Whilst I thought I’d use my old blog as an RP hub, I found that the amount of OOC I followed in comparison to IC made it difficult for me to engage with people.
So I decided to pull my Horde/Alliance blogs on to seperate accounts with my main’s holding onto the others as sideblogs.
ALLIANCE --
@kxret (Main blog! Any asks will come from her account, regardless of the character included in the message.)
@brxwler
@nobilitywitch
@vicktorious
HORDE --
@dxwnrise (Main blog! Any asks will come from her account, regardless of the character included in the message.)
@emberspear
@iceddphoenix
If you’re a roleplayer on WRA, I’d love if you could boost this so I could find more people to follow/rp with. <3 It’s going to take me a bit to build up my followers again if I’m choosing not to use this blog.
I’m going to make @ofsaltandseas my OOC blog with this one mostly an archive/character link page. So feel free to unfollow it, as I sincerely doubt I’ll be posting much.
For some reason my ladies are the strongest for me tonight- so please send stuff to Emara & Lola! Asks, starters, prompts- w/e! I always return them. ( well try! Sometimes there’s the issue of anons :P ) They are sideblogs to Aiden’s so you’ll likely get an ask back from this blog.~
Apparently I displacer beast’ed right under the Vale.
I managed to free myself, but I took some screenshots since I doubt I’ll accomplish that again. LOL.
Reblog this if you’re totally ok with people who know you from Tumblr interacting with you in-game!
I saw that other post going around and looked at the notes and, wow, we’re a bunch of shy goobers. Maybe we should just embrace the fact we’re a bunch of awkward nerds and roll with it!
Because I don’t trust that TRP won’t die come prepatch, below are all my mrps.
That’s literally it. It’s for me. LOL.
ORDER --
Alaice
Aryette
Koret (Update needed)
Quin (If I ever choose to bring him back)
Riylee (Update needed)
Robince (Lost previously. Needs a new one if I choose to play him.)
Sarah (Sarrai)
Tori (Vicktori)
Z (Zathaas)
Vissi (Vissiana -- have to get hers for @setheron)
{h1:c}The Ice Phoenix{/h1}
Perhaps the most noticeable thing one might pick about Alaice lay not in her appearance or manner of dress, but of the perpetual chill that seems to linger around her person. The air around her always seems a few degrees cooler than her surrounds; and her skin, if one was to touch, emits a frigid chill that seems impossible to warm. The aura itself is noticeably magical, but not malicious, indicating more her profession as a frost mage and magister then of something far sinister.
Alaice appears to be a picture perfect representation of Quel’thalas nobility – whatever has been salvaged of it in more recent times. Robes of blue or purple generally cling to her form, made up of fine silks and fabrics adorned with precious stones. The woman stands around average height for her kind; lithe in build, but not unhealthily so, and her subtle hourglass shape lends itself to gentle curves that are further accentuated in her manner of dress. Her skin is quite pale, almost translucent, and it’s easy to spot criss-cross of veins within her wrists, arms and legs. Odd, perhaps, for a race that seems positioned to bask in the glory of the sun.
Her face is an oval shape with large, dark green eyes and high cheekbones that further compliment her beauty. Only a small amount of makeup clings to her skin to bring her features to prominence, and curls of pale brown are often tied up into a neat bun or left to cascade down to the small of her back. Alaice is not opposed to adorning the locks in nets or pulling it back with clips but, for the most part, she keeps such styles simple.
Because of the woman’s mode of dress, it’s hard to say what kind of jewellery might be held upon her form. What some might note is the necklace that hangs loosely from her neck with a ring attached to the end. Sometimes she chooses to wear it around her neck; other times, one might see the outline beneath her gloves.
The magister is soft-spoken, though not in a way that might suggest that she is ‘cold’. Oftentimes she looks distant; focused on a place far away or, when caring for her daughter, on her child’s face.
As well as her daughter, the magister is often accompanied by a white hare – though the animal does not look to be naturally produced. Likely it’s an enchanted familiar, kept alive through the woman’s magic.
{h2}OUT OF CHARACTER --{/h2}
IC: http://iceddphoenix.tumblr.com/
A side blog to @fatechosen!
I'm always open for walkup & plotting -- feel free to send me a whisper or drop an ask over tumblr!
COLD
The air around the magister seems a few degrees cooler than the current temperature – though the chill does not appear malicious.
MINT
The faintest hint of perfume clings to her – a kind of peppermint scent.
QUIET
The magister oftentimes has a distant expression; as if though she is daydreaming or off in a different place.
WELL-DRESSED
The woman exhibits all the finery of a noble woman, which is likely to be expected with her occupation.
FAMILIAR
Oftentimes one can spot a white hare accompanying the mage, though it does not appear to be an ordinary rabbit.
Aryette stands on the lower edge of Sin’dorei height – a pale, petite little thing with white blonde hair and mint green eyes. She’s not a warrior, nor a creature that embodies Sin’dorei strength. Instead she seems to embody delicacy as opposed ruthlessness or cunning; typical for one that has strode down the path of light and medicine. With her light coloured robes and a satchel holding items of first aid and healing, it’s hard to place her as anything but.
Her figure is small and boyish, though not in a way that would mistake her for a child. She simply has no discernible curves to speak of – either that or she hides them beneath the layers of clothing. Likely the first. Her face, at least, appears womanly; her large, doe-like eyes dominating her face and giving the picture of innocence. Upon her nose and the pale skin of her cheeks are a light dusting of freckles, speaking of a creature who at least attempts to spend time in the sun. What some might find alarming are the dark circles under her eyes, though Ary does her best to hide them with makeup and other tricks. It is apparent she does not like drawing attention to them.
Her limbs are willowy and as pale as the rest of her – delicate hands with long fingers and pastel painted nails. While she normally dresses in robes that cover her arms and legs, to see without shows a large number of bandages that run up her arms and legs. They do not seem to inhibit her, but she does not do it as a fashion statement. Indeed, her entire body seems to be criss-crossed in tiny scars; pale, slivery little things that catch the light at the right angles.
Ary smiles often, and her voice is light and cheery when in the company of those she enjoys. She is not a shy creature, but can find herself easily overwhelmed when in a situation she doesn’t like. She smells like flowers and the pages of books – not unlike the large one she carries upon her hip.
{h3:c}Out of Character:{/h3}
IC Blog: dxwnrise.tumblr.com
A sideblog to @fatechosen!
AURA
Ary seems to radiate light; something that might be repelling for character’s who have a sensitivity or prefers the dark.
IMMACULATE
It seems she prides herself on first impressions, and her appearance is neat, clean and tidy.
SCENT
The woman smells like an array of flowers and old books.
TOME
A large, ornate book is strapped to her right hip – its pages crammed with drawings and text.
BANDAGES
It’s not uncommon to see bandages looped around her arms – especially when Ary is wearing short sleeves.
{h1:c}WOLF-KILLER{/h1}
{h2:c}Koret Swan{/h2}
While her name suggests a woman whose appearance lends itself to the bestial and feral, Wolf is not by any means ugly or dishevelled. Upon first glance, one might notice how she completely leans away from looking like an animal at all. Her attire is neat, tidy and well arranged; and her overall air seems dignified – if not a little distant and cold. It would seem that she did not adopt the entirety of her namesake.
A pale, Gilnean complexion gives her away easily; the minimal exposure to the sun leaving Wolf’s skin soft to the touch and dotted only with a hint of freckles upon her small nose. In fact, small would be an adequately word to describe her. Her features are soft and could easily lead one to believe she might have had a drop of noble blood, though she has a tendency to disfigure them in scowls and other unpleasant expressions. Her eyes are oval shaped and the colour of pale amber, though it is the expression that is more striking than the hue. Rarely does it seem that Wolf shows genuine emotion – save for, perhaps, anger and distrust – and it is echoed in her stare as she regards those around her.
Her hair is as soft as the rest of her, and it seemed that she was blessed with curls that did not often become unruly. The dark red tresses fall down to the small of her back, though it is not uncommon to see Wolf tie them back with an elastic when she is working.
Her body is lithe and strong despite its size, though her attire and demeanour suggest that Wolf is not a face to face combatant. Considering her tendency to linger closer to the shadows than to light and public eye, it becomes quick to see that she generally avoids being noticed. When in conversation she is short and curt, and generally gives no leeway for such chats to continue.
Some might say her voice sounds stern, though one could not deny that it is quiet. She rarely raises it, and many have to crane their ears to hear.
{h1}S H A R P S H O O T E R ;{/h1}
A dapper gentlemen and a smooth talker, Quinaris Swan eludes a cool confidence and mannerisms typical of a person who might hold some station within the Gilnean hierarchy. Finely crafted suits are tailored to fit his toned frame; boiled leather sewn beneath as armour and holdings for the various items he keeps just out of sight. A cane, a top hat and a pocket watch are all the normal items he keeps, and he maintains a clean-cut, ‘charming’ appearance at all times.
Pale skin appears unmarred by both sun and work, though the dyed colour evident of tattoos can be seen creeping past the white of his shirt and the collar. It’s rare for him to wear less that they can be seen, though they appear to have some kind of floral and animal imagery.
His hair is shaved either side – a mop of black tumbling over dark grey eyes that stare intently at the world around him. His face seems to have a constant five o’clock shadow; hard to say if he is simply too lazy to cut the rest of it away or that he has accepted it as a natural state. His face holds desirable traits of high cheekbones and a square jaw, though his lips are often dry and cracked from wind and work.
His Worgen form is, by no means, different to his human form when it comes to maintenance. Jet black fur replaces the pale, tattooed flesh – though, if one was going to cut away the fur, the dyed skin is evident. The hair is soft and well groomed; edging up to amber eyes that can be seen even in the darkest of nights. Pointed claws and pointed teeth hold no mistake – he has the potential to deadly.
Not without a cigarette or some kind of liquor, he eludes a presence that is likely not ‘shady’ – but he’s not a creature you would claim is ‘good’.
{h3:c}She’s beauty, she’s grace; she’ll punch you in the face.{/h3}
{h1:c}Human Form{/h1}
Standing at a height of five feet, six inches; Riy is by no means a particularly tall or broad woman. While lean muscle clings to a frame that seems perpetually covered in bruises, there’s nothing particularly telling about her. Her pale skin seems to indicate a childhood of dreary climate and minimal sun, and her expressions are oftentimes be guarded and hard to read.
A heart shaped face gives way to pale blue eyes and Cupid’s bow lips; her blonde hair long and soft to the touch ( if not messy from apparent nonchalance ). The left side is noticeably shaved, though it’s not unusual to see Riy lop what is left over the top of it. She doesn’t seem to wear much makeup, and the most applied generally serves to hide any black eyes or cuts that may have been inflicted to her face.
It’s also not uncommon to see her hands in dirty bandages, and the minimal attire that she wears seems to suggest a woman who makes her money from brawls and street fights as opposed to battle. She has knowledge in a sword and board ( so it’s not rare to see her with them ), but she generally choses not too. Upon her right arm is a floral tattoo of roses and thorns, but that seems to be the extent of her ink.
She speaks with an accent that can be hard to place, though it’s not Gilnean or Stormwind nobility.
{h1:c}Worgen Form{/h1}
Riy’s fur seems to be the kind that forgot the memo that it was time to not be a puppy, and tuffs of random, scruffy hair seem to sprout from random angles all around her body. Her mane is a wild mass of black that she ties back with various braids and small pony-tails, though it appears she consistently fights a losing battle. She’s on the shorter side for her kind, though her lean muscle appears to be somewhat bulkier in this form -- as though it intended to compensate.
Not unlike her human form, there is nothing that is particularly striking or telling – not in a way that would inspire suspicion. Her fur is grey and white with no particular pattern, and her eyes retain the same blue that she holds in human form. Her voice is gruffer than her human form, and may be mistaken as a snarl even when such a noise is unintentional.
{h1:c}W I T C H{/h1}
A picture perfect representation of Gilnean nobility – where many of people might have abandoned the notion of power and prestige with the loss of their homeland, young Miss Avery seems to have embraced it. Oozing confidence, coyness and just a hint of mischievousness; the twenty-three-year-old aristocrat seems to have embraced the Stormwind play for power quite masterfully. At least to the point that one wouldn’t know any better from first glance.
Sarah stands at an average height of five feet, five inches; a delicate column supporting subtle curves accentuated with sheer fabrics tailored to fit the most current fashion. Her body has not seen the strain of work or sun, and pale skin stretches taut over willowy limbs with barely a single freckle or blemish. Her weight is thin, though it does not border onto the unhealthy, further suggesting she has the time and means to dedicate herself to the preservation of her loveliness. She attempts to play the part of innocence, with flesh and bone apt to bruise or break if even the slightest amount of pressure is applied to her frame.
Soft, light blonde hair falls midway down her back when not pulled up into some kind of elaborate hairstyle – though Sarah is not opposed to inlaying ribbons, clips and nets into the strands to expose expensive gems and intricate designs. A small, oval shaped face further emphasises her beauty; thick, well-maintained brows bringing out the intensity of her blue-eyed gaze; a refined nose; and plump, full lips oftentimes pulled up into an impish smile. It is as if to say the woman is quite aware that her features lend themselves to beauty, and her pride is readily apparent to all who care to look.
She speaks with a lilted Gilnean accent; far removed from the harsh common that possesses many of her kin. The pitch is soft and rarely lends itself to harshness, which is likely the result of tutelage when Sarah was much younger. This is not to say that the woman took aboard every single lesson imposed upon her, and she oftentimes uses her tongue far more than others might like.
Adorned on her person are gems and jewels that seem to change daily, and it seems that she cannot seem to settle on one particular look. This can make her oftentimes hard to recognise, less someone knows her particularly well.
{h1:c}V I C K T O R I{/h1}
Unlike noble women who pride themselves on a delicate outwards appearance of grace and poise, Tori seems to have forsaken any attempt to look more than she is. Sun kissed skin, calloused fingers and rich blonde hair give off the air of a woman who is not opposed to work, and her bright, often mischievous smile plays the part of one who enjoys such a fate.
Vicktori Carter stands at an average height of five feet, four inches; a moderate build of lean muscle underlying the small amount of weight given to soft curves. She does not look boyish in appearance, though it would seem that her inheritance of womanly traits left little to be desired. Often dressed in plaid men’s shirts with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the belt below it sports coils of rope, mining picks, a canteen and a small bag of knickknacks of various monetary values. Cotton pants and sturdy-crafted leather boots compliment her appearance, and she often sports a large, floppy hat atop of her head to really give off the impression of an explorer.
Her face is an oval shape with wide, sea blue eyes that stand out from the rest of her features. Her eyes and lips are small by comparison with high cheekbones and many, many freckles dotted across the bridge of her nose. Tori rarely has the time or dedication to wear makeup, though her complexion isn’t such that she explicitly needs to in order to hide major flaws. She has a few silvery scars that can catch in the right light, though she appears proud of them as opposed to mortified.
Her hair is a tangled mess of blonde that she either wears out or ties into a loose ponytail – though the strands often manage to fall out no matter what she does. She’s learned to accept the unruly wave, even if she has a tendency to complain about it getting in her face and mouth.
Tori’s demeanour is cheerful and carefree – taking each day ( and each person ) as they come.
{h3:c}OUT OF CHARACTER:{/h3}
Tumblr: vicktorious.tumblr.com
( a sideblog to @fatechosen! )
FC: Brittany Snow
I am open to plotting/friends! Just hit me up!
At first glance, Z is a man who radiates indifference. Whether it is the nonchalant stance or his aloof expression; he is a creature who doesn’t seem to give much of a shit about anything or anyone. Generally lingering near the shadows or the outside of a group, he hardly seems to be a social creature. Cold – one might say. He is not the most approachable soul.
Standing at the upper end of Sin’dorei height, the man is strong and well built – the kind of elf who could have easily become a warrior or a blood knight had he thought or had the time to engage in such training. His skin looks to be of a pale complexion, but the time in the sun has dyed darker and brought the sliver scars to prominence. None of them particularly stand out, though they easily allude to a man who engages in a hands on career. Boiled leather armour adorns his frame, and a large stave strapped to his back further reinforces the point. He doesn’t have the skittishness typical of a rogue, making it more likely that he had engaged in the pandaren way of fighting as opposed to knives and poisons.
His face retains the same beauty known of his people – high cheekbones, a strong jaw and, surprisingly, a face that is relatively unblemished. His facial hair is generally trimmed and well kept ( though varies on the time he has to tend to it ), and his eyes are dark and retain that same uncaring expression. Aside from his entire mannerisms, he does not look any different to another elf.
Z’s long black hair is swept up into a messy ponytail, leading many to question its effectiveness when half of his hair is known to fall out of it. Its mass is thick and dead straight, and it would appear he does take the time out to tend to it. That being said, he doesn’t much care what happens to it when he talks, and it’s not unusual for him to ruffle it when he’s bored.
It would be a stretch to say that the man looks ‘shady’, as he can come across as arrogant and indifferent, but he certainly does not look like a light wielder. One would not be wrong to assume he dips into the darker parts of society.
Lily and I didn’t know each other well, but I believe we’ve rped at least once or twice. I loved reading her work, as many others have. She was one of the people who always looked on the bright side of things. Although she hurt inside, she made it a mission to make sure everyone smiled. I admire that. She inspired so many people, and it’s astounding how many people could be inspired by a single human being. Each and every one of us were her friends, regardless how well she knew us or how well we knew her. She was a likeable person. Well loved, and being here today has helped me see that. I want to thank her, for everything she’s accomplished over the time being here and how many people she has saved in one way or another. A beacon of: light, to many; and will continue to be such for a long time to come. She will always be remembered, loved, and cherished. I thank you, for everything you’ve done for this community. Thanks to her I will strive to be the best I can be, for my friends, loved ones and even those I will soon come to know in the future.
She’s resting now, but she’ll always be here to keep our heads up, put smiles on our faces with just mere memories of her. Right now, she’s smiling. At all of us.
I think the only thing I really can say about Lily is that it’s absolutely amazing just how many people she touched in the community and just how many people loved her. I didn’t know her all that well -- I met her in Panzer when I was on Z, and we mostly reblogged Pandaria/Big cat posts off each other until I put him on hiatus. But it was kind of a silent solidarity, in a way? I’ll miss that, as well as her coffee posts.
The memorial was wonderful and I’m so glad I got to be a part of it. May she rest easy.
Thank you to everyone who attended the memorial today and to those who had every intention to attend but couldn’t, but still sent their good wishes and thoughts. I tried to reblog everything I possibly could. If I missed something, I apologize, but I’m actually forcing myself to write at the moment because I’m so exhausted physically and mentally.
Every time I want to say something about Lily, I simply can’t form the words anymore because everything has been said or expressed. We loved her and we will continue to love her because she is a part of us. To all her RP partners, I’m sorry for your loss. We lost a wonderful partner and writer. To her family, I’m sorry for your loss and please accept our mosts humble condolences. To everyone she touched, whether it was long term or for a moment, we are so lucky to have experienced such love and acceptance as we did with Lily.
Let us strive to be better people and let us change the world for the best. Lily did her part and she did it beautifully. Now it’s our turn. What will you do to make this world a better place?
Until we meet again, Lily, Tori. We love you. We miss you.
tinyurl.com/LilyMemorialShots - Courtesy of @lainduskhollow
I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’
I’m sorry I drop threads.
I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes.
I’m sorry I ignore my asks.
I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them.
I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.
Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!
And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!
I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?
