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Lincoln Baptiste

The Basics ––– –

Age: 37

Birthday: September 21st

Race: Human(?)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single - Divorced

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Silver

Height: 6′5″

Build: Lincoln has a hulking frame of muscle

Distinguishing Marks: No distinguishing marks that are outwardly visible.

Common Accessories: Lincoln typically carries a large sword and an axe on his hip, two single shot pistols on his chest and a compass on his hip. Other than that. He doesn’t seem to care much else in the accesory category.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Ship Captain and Goods Smuggler

Hobbies: Working on his beloved ship.

Languages: Common, Dwarvish, and Thalassian

Residence: Le Soleil Sanguin

Birthplace: Unknown

Religion: N/A

Patron Deity: N/A

Fears: Nothing that he’ll admit.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Nobody

Children: None

Parents: Lincoln didn’t know his parents.

Siblings: No siblings to speak of.

Other Relatives:

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic / Realist

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Never

Drugs: Never

Alcohol: Daily

Persona: Lincoln comes off as a very happy go lucky guy. Smiles here and there. Quick to compliment and praise. He’s quick to laugh and quick to share a joke. He has a commanding presence to him. Likely from his time commanding his ship. Alignment: Unknown Appearance: Lincoln stands at a -tall- 6′5″. His form is ripped and he roughly comes out at 280 pounds. The man has little to no fat on his person and he seems to keep himself as tip-top shape as he can. His right eye has an eyepatch over it. Whether that’s for medical reasons or not remains to be seen. Attire: Lincoln is typically found wearing a brown leather calf length cloak with a furry neckline. His hands typically sport metal gauntlets. His pants appear to be heavily patched up leather. His boots, however, are rather ornate in their construction. They come up to his calves and are leather themselves. Seemingly completely offsetting the simple clothes he wore else wise.

RP Hooks ––– –

Lincoln is the Captain of a ship. He could be well known by your character either for good or bad reasons.

Lincoln travels much of the world due to Le Soleil Sanguin. He cut the figure he does might be rather recognizable as a person. You can say your character as seen him in port somewhere.

Lincoln does do business with the Horde from time to time. He’s essentially neutral in the war and does not affiliate for the most part with either the Alliance or the Horde.

Contact Information—-

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( @venreenaholt @holtandthornetradingco @hodelle-mcglenn )

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You remind me of...

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A woman was barely seen in the shadows, though glimpses of straw colored hair could be seen from the dying light of a hearth fire. Her profile was sharp, her complexion fair, her attire clearly that of money. Her words, laced with dark undertones, would stand out. “You admire a broken woman, cast out and on her own, who has become stronger from her own downfall and survived the harsh lashings both physically and mentally.” A husky chuckle escaped her. “It is as if you’ve described my very life.”

“While I’m no stranger to carousing with shadows, or those that dwell within, this doesn’t quite add up to me. If you truly /do/ believe yourself to be something akin to what I’ve spoken of, then why are you hiding? You already know that I’ll come in there, looking for you, if needs be. Is that your grand scheme, hn? Are you another one who enjoys her games? To lead me on a merry little chase — darting from one dark corner to the next? It certainly may get my blood racing, though whether or not that quickened pulse of mine remains constant is still a matter up for some debate.”

She’s brought some measure of mirth to him, at the very least, as his lips adopt a broad enough curve to bring them cutting into the pallor of his cheeks. Castinus is a restless figure, steadily pacing the grounds that he claims as his own in this particular arena, as his eyes chase the subtle glimpses that escape the dark veil that she palls herself in. There’s an invitation that he extends with soot-stained fingertips as a hand sluggishly rises and gestures, palm upward and open, to the space in front of where he finally chooses to settle, and stall.

“Stay there, then, if that’s what you wish. If that’s where you feel safe, and secure, for now. Tell me this sad story of yours. Convince me that you’re everything I’ve claimed to be searching for, and more. I want vivid detail, make me feel as though I’m standing there with you. Through the pain, and the loss..but most importantly I want to hear about vengeance. Vindication. Triumph. I keep many secrets — yours included.”

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That only made her chuckle more, a broad grin forming along her lips as she turned fully to view him. Eyes of molten gold shined toward the ren’dorei, while a flash of violet seemed to crackle through their very centers. She had an angular face, cut sharp along edges, but smooth along curves, and waves of golden ringlets cascaded along her shoulders from her scalp. She slid a smooth palm into his hand, accepting his invitation, and as she stood up from where she sat, her hand moved to clutch a cane with an intricately carved head of a swan that housed teal gems for eyes. The dark teal robes she wore fluttered down her lithe figure in a flowing fashion and she slowly walked forward, eyes searching his very face.

“No one has said I am hiding, you only assume. Why cower in the shadows of others when I can be up close and personal with my enemies without them realizing it?” She circled him, letting her gaze linger on his form as if judging him. She was no tiny thing, but instead held a tall form with a regal air. She paused behind him, a light scent of rose water reaching his nostrils as she leaned forward and whispered quietly in his ear. “I don’t have time for games,” she said before suddenly she was no longer there. When he turned, he’d see her just off to the side so that she could view his profile perfectly. “And as such, I’ll not send you on some merry chase like a child.”

She stood there silently for a moment, letting her gaze linger on his face. Her chin rose elegantly, the cane perched before her, her back and posture aligned perfectly. She looked like she should be wearing a crown and flowing shawls befitting of a queen.

“You want a tale woven of lies, deceit, misery, destruction. One where that woman rises above and conquers? Well then, why not have a seat?” She gestured idly toward the vacated chair. “And allow me to ravel you within threads about a woman who has done just that. It is not every day I get to speak of such things. I cannot promise you that it will be exactly what you desire, but who knows? You may garner a source of... entertainment... if nothing else. And then you can move on if the intrigue is not there, hm? I’m not here to capture you, after all,” she added with a slow smile.

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You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

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The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.

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For far too long did I fall victim to this...

#far too long #she knows better now

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Mrzezyno, Poland - by Maciek Nocny

Timelines Lost.

It’s an odd thing, to go through old trunks and closets, to find hidden gems you never knew existed. But when something catches your eye, so sharp that you need to do a double take, it makes you wonder... how, after all this time, did you never know?

She was chest deep in dust and cobwebs as she stared at the photograph in her hand. Hodelle had finally broken into the room that had been locked in Wynrose’s abandoned wing for many, many years. A storage room, she’d assumed. And? She’d assumed right. It had simply never occurred to here why the door was locked, and for the most part, it was simply forgotten... never seen as she had chosen to never venture toward that side of Swan’s Gate manor.

That is, until one day, she’d passed the doors while making her way to the storage room she did use and her eyes settled upon the door. Years away from the manor had her forgetting about such a room, remembering as a child she had been forbidden to enter it. The memory had brought a smile to her lips as she finally reefed the door open with the help of one the men who staffed her home.

She’ d been greeted with dust and cobwebs and the distinct scent of musk and antiques.

Hodelle found herself hours later, still sitting on the floor of the abandoned room, pawing through trunks, ledgers, books, toys, and... these photos. OId, tarnished. Clearly a gnomish camera or some thing, but they were visible. But these photos, there was something oddly familiar about the people within them. When that familiar sense finally reached her with a spark, her eyes widened and she clamped a hand over her mouth.

She’d seen this couple before. In the halls of Silkwood! Paintings of the Lord and Lady Allistair and Jannis Holt! But... why were they here? In a locked room? In her home?

Hodelle continued to feverishly paw through the photos, finding more and more, even one of a baby being held by that same woman, Jannis. She flipped it over, the names ‘Jannis & Cedrick Holt’ seen in scrawled writing. And then the one to top them all? Her father Conrad McGlenn, with a young Hodelle standing before him. And that same woman? She was holding that same baby. The same woman who was seen throughout paintings in the Lord Cedrick Holt’s home.

Hodelle flipped the image over, praying for some clue like the other photos had given. That was when she saw it, her mother’s writing, and her heart broke.

‘My darling husband, Conrad, and his dear sister, Jannis. Our children, Hodelle and Cedrick, meeting for the first time. Year 4.’

Hodelle froze. Year 4. That was when the Second War began. She realized then she was likely holding one of the last photos of her father ever to be taken before he and her mother were killed during the war. It then registered that Cedrick and his family... were her cousins. Based on the age of the photos and those within, it would be no wonder Cedrick’s other two siblings were not found among the memories.

“By the Light,” she breathed out, scrambling up from where she sat. She tripped over her dress, falling hard to her knees. She grabbed her cane, hoisting herself up, and hobbling as fast as her weakened legs would allow to her study where she’ d write a missive directly to Cedrick.