Ikhaara Kassar @ikhaara - Tumblr Blog

Ikhaara - Character Sheet

The Basics ––– –

Age: Appears to be in his late twenties.

Birthday: April 20th.

Race: Human?

Gender: Male

Face / Body Claim: Joe Manganiello

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Server: Wyrmrest Accord

Physical Appearance ––– –

Wardrobe: Ikhaara’s tastes for clothing varies quite a bit, but for comfort he tends to default to a simple soft shirt, loose pants, and boots. Beyond that he enjoys vests and suits.

Hair: Brown hair that is typically swept back and styled. The hair on the top of his head is longer than on the sides, which are sometimes shaved down. He also keeps his beard maintained and trimmed, along with the mustache.

Eyes: His eyes are a deep blue, but when focusing his magic swirls of violet can be seen in momentary flicks.

Height: 6′2″

Build: Athletic / Muscular

Common Accessories: Ikhaara always has golden cuffs clasped around his wrists.

Distinguishing Marks: None that can be seen.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Doesn’t appear to have one of his own.

Hobbies: Reading, treasure hunting, cooking, collecting, and others.

Languages: Many.

Residence: Staying with Zeehva Belrose.

Birthplace: Unknown

Religion: None

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: N/A

Children: None.

Parents: Unknown.

Siblings: Several. Doesn’t discuss them much.

Other Relatives: Unknown

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

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

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: Rarely.

Drugs: None.

Alcohol: Socially.

RP Hooks ––– –

Magic! Ikhaara seems to radiate it, and if your character can feel it, well, they’re free to be intrigued and curious! Who knows what they might find out?

Friend of Zeehva? Well, Ikhaara isn’t usually too far off, and friends of friends is a great way to meet people!

OOC Info ––– –

It is rare to find me in-game, as I am usually on my Horde character on another server doing game things. (Mount farming, lets be real.)

I’m open to Discord RP and people reaching out to try and set things up though!

@zeehva for the many mentions of her character!

Art done by @YLohein on Twitter, and gifted from Zeehva. <3

Contact Information ––– –

Right here on Tumblr is a great place to reach out, and we can go from there!

- Updated 1-7-2021 -

#Ikhaara #Character Sheet

zeehva

Zee wee mama! iykyk ;) Big thank you to @frrrozi for bringing my girl to life yet again!

shivawalkerart

“In every breath, in every step, they evoke the loa - to be a veildancer is to be a living prayer.” Ahuatli, Veildancer of Har'koa sketchy comm for @darkspear-dancers

darkspear-dancers

Truly grateful to @shivawalkerart for this incredible masterpiece!!

minoruru

Winter onsen (˵ ´◡ ᴗ ◡` ˵ ) ✧

Some pretty ladies enjoying some onsen time ₊˚⊹♡ Thanks so much for commissioning me theeese cuties aaaa @darkspear-dancers forever grateful for your trust in my art!!

zeehva

So thankful for such an amazing gift from @darkspear-dancers and thank you @minoruru for bringing all of these great OCs to life!

kissfortheelves

Xochitl for @darkspear-dancers

darkspear-dancers

"Burning, burning in the flame, now I know her secret name; You can tear her temple down, but she'll be back and rule again..."

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New troll dropped! Xochitl Jaguar-Blood, daughter of the Blood Matriarch Ateena, is a priestess of Zul'Nazman, born under the blood eclipse over the Heart of Darkness in Nazmir. She has reclaimed her ma'da's rush'ka mask, and seeks now to reclaim her throne.

Thank you so much @kissfortheelves for making this dream / nightmare come true!

lemonaera

minoruru

Women,,, p-pretty respectfully

Commission for the always lovely @zeehva 💖💖

art-zoratrix

Vita'lia, for @zeehva

zeehva

A slow exhale left her lips as she found comfort on the edge of a carved stone overhang. Bare feet dangling as she enjoyed the quiet comfort of the forest around her. The breeze danced through her thick raven tresses, and her jewelry sang softly with each movement she made. She always longed to escape, to find someplace new, somewhere she had not been before. Meet new faces, hear new stories, and write a new tale of her own. But when the excitement faded and the sun set on another new day, that was when she found herself in moments like these. Enjoying the way the breeze kissed her skin, watching the birds as they found their meal in the dirt over yonder, and reminiscing about how far she had come. There was a certain peace that was held within these moments of solitude. A peace that was only found when the adventurer realized how to sit in the silence with herself. When she found that the company of just herself was enough. Such moments are rare now with the welcome company oft found at her side, but every now and again she finds herself in a moment like this; a reminder of how far she's traveled from the woman whose biggest fear used to be being alone.

Another beautiful piece of Zeehva brought to life by @minoruru this has been a piece that I've been kicking around my head for a while and am so glad I was finally able to commission it. It is easily one of my favorite Zeehva pieces I own now.

zeehva

A slow exhale left her lips as she found comfort on the edge of a carved stone overhang. Bare feet dangling as she enjoyed the quiet comfort of the forest around her. The breeze danced through her thick raven tresses, and her jewelry sang softly with each movement she made. She always longed to escape, to find someplace new, somewhere she had not been before. Meet new faces, hear new stories, and write a new tale of her own. But when the excitement faded and the sun set on another new day, that was when she found herself in moments like these. Enjoying the way the breeze kissed her skin, watching the birds as they found their meal in the dirt over yonder, and reminiscing about how far she had come. There was a certain peace that was held within these moments of solitude. A peace that was only found when the adventurer realized how to sit in the silence with herself. When she found that the company of just herself was enough. Such moments are rare now with the welcome company oft found at her side, but every now and again she finds herself in a moment like this; a reminder of how far she's traveled from the woman whose biggest fear used to be being alone.

Another beautiful piece of Zeehva brought to life by @minoruru this has been a piece that I've been kicking around my head for a while and am so glad I was finally able to commission it. It is easily one of my favorite Zeehva pieces I own now.

damien-ward

Damien's new look for Undermine work. He can't be walking around in his normal Gilnean attire he will stick out like a sore thumb and look like a target to rob!

zeehva

It was moments like these that made her feel so small. The ancient towering walls still standing tall and proud after watching so many years pass it by. It showed its age, sure. The cracks along the surface were akin to ones wrinkles. And the thick layer of dirt and dust that clung to its exterior, a testament of all it's withstood.

The adventurer stared up at its highest peak. Smiling wide as ideas about reaching said peak stirred in her head. Who would abandon such a beauty? She thought to herself as the tips of her fingers grazed the dusty stone walls while she walked over to the beaten and battered door. Emerald eyes peering through its large cracks, taking a careful look for anything that might have been hiding inside.

It was mostly silent, minus the creaks and moans of protest from the buildings' bones anytime the wind blew a little too hard for its liking. A few turns and pushes upon certain parts of the door, and before she knew it, she was inside. The door moved slowly, hinges rusted, and the floor no longer even as it once had been. But determined strength and practiced steps allowed her to work her way inside with ease.

The morning sun pierced through every crack, or crumbling hole in the buildings walls. Lighting up the inside with beautiful sun rays that helped reveal just how much dust Zeehva stirred up with every step. Able to see the dust dancing in the air as it was kicked up.

There was a certain sense of peace found between the walls of abandoned places such as this. A peace Zeehva had come to appreciate. Despite all it's weathered and the many creaks and cracks, still it stood, as stable as it could, reaching for the skies. Still alive. A shelter for the creatures of the forest now. There was probably a lesson to be learned for the buildings perseverance and ability to still be useful long after its abandonment. Maybe that's why she appreciated it so much.

Regardless, the adventurer set off to find what else may have been left behind within these walls. Nimble fingers looking for secret compartments. While those emerald eyes saught out what others hoped might not be found. She carefully pocketed anything that seemed to be in good condition to add to her collection of wares.

A few old necklace chains she could likely clean up. There were many books but only three of them were salvageable. A couple of odd desk statues, one an owl carved from wood, another an orc carved of stone. Even a few old coins in the bottom of one dusty drawer that she would have to do some research on to find out more.

Over the years, she had grown fairly decent at finding strangers of past hiding holes. Looking in places less obvious than the average treasure hunter might think of. Looking up was always the easy one that most would forget, and yet where a lot of things were often hidden.

She took her time today, not really in a rush. Working her way room by room until she made it to the top. The roof had caved in on one end, which she made use of as she climbed out and with some very cautious footwork, managed to find a seat on that tall peak she was eyeing before she had originally entered the building.

She sat there for a moments time, letting her legs dangle and sway as she looked out over the thick woods that surrounded her. Thinking to herself, "Today was a good day.".