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Two dead elks frozen to a tree.

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

❝ Good people go to hell because they can’t forgive themselves❞

Iᴏʀᴀᴛʜ Cᴏʟʟɪɴɢᴠᴀʟᴇ

Forsaken Gamekeeper & Tracker

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#lf rp #forsaken #wow rp #wyrmrest accord #moon guard

oldstarrss

Glow worm constellation in the forest.

Ig:@normal_tim

sociovoid-deactivated20160626

yama-bato

at the back window the same person… mist

Kobayashi Issa (via yama-bato)

vegetron

Oraios Rue'viel: "I'm a lot more useful to you alive." (@Any!)

The Forsaken woman chuckled knowingly, a raspy sound echoing from that dry throat. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, handsome. I know that. Goodness, I didn’t think I was that frightening”.

A lean and knobby hand is outstretched to help the prone Elf to his feet. “You’d better get yourself together before they come back for you. I suggest you come with me; I can find a track out of here. Could use the muscle too, to be honest. Or,” she began, narrowing her moonlight eyes at the stranger, “You can rough it on your own”. Her nose wrinkled as she shook her head briskly. “Wouldn’t recommend it”.

@oraios-rueviel & @iorath

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[Continued from here]

Iorath shrugged her shoulders at the man. It wasn’t because she doubted their location, but simply because she had no better answer. “Afraid not, friend. A mage, hm? Can’t say I’ve ever met a mage who’s any good at with directions”. This comment was entirely true; though really she had likely never been introduced to any at all.

After blinking for a moment, she answered, “Mudsprocket. Not too many towns in this neck of the woods. Don’t worry; I’m sure there’s nothing we can’t handle”. Her eyes narrowed as she watched his hand hover over the hilt. She felt certain that he’d waste no time in drawing that blade.

“Careful,” she warned over her shoulder. “You’ll see more of this as we go on”. This, evidently, was the muddy channel that sprawled across their path. The Forsaken woman sprang to the other side, grabbing at a branch to steady herself.

@oraios-rueviel

#i'm a potato today #but you've been patient and understanding #for long enough #thanks for that

ma-at-thought

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(( I choose Iorath Collingvale! And the random dialogue line is awesome. XD ))

“Suspicious, aren’t you?”

@vegetron @iorath

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The streets of Silvermoon shone gold and rose with the sun at its highest. Dozens of sin’dorei citizens mulled about the street, going about their day. Iorath’s wish to be left to her business was summarily dashed by one passerby in particular.

This guy again?

The tall Elf’s armor would have reminded her of their first meeting in the Ghostlands even if his haughty demeanour and demanding voice had not. Iorath disguised her scowl with a vague expression of acknowledgement. One hand clutched the square satchel at her hip. She dipped her head in his direction, mumbling, “If you say so, sir”.

With that, the Forsaken woman averted eye contact with the man before her by turning back the way she came.

@ma-at-thought

#nope not suspicious at all

sofiasedlacekg

halloweengothic

#water #deep water #drowning

Oraios Rue'viel: "I'm a lot more useful to you alive." (@Any!)

The Forsaken woman chuckled knowingly, a raspy sound echoing from that dry throat. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, handsome. I know that. Goodness, I didn’t think I was that frightening”.

A lean and knobby hand is outstretched to help the prone Elf to his feet. “You’d better get yourself together before they come back for you. I suggest you come with me; I can find a track out of here. Could use the muscle too, to be honest. Or,” she began, narrowing her moonlight eyes at the stranger, “You can rough it on your own”. Her nose wrinkled as she shook her head briskly. “Wouldn’t recommend it”.

@oraios-rueviel & @iorath

oraios-rueviel

There was uncertainty in the depths of the Sin’dorei’s verdant hues as he reached out to take the Forsaken’s hand. In a gesture that was unknown and unrealized to the man himself, his breath was held for the time of contact.

“I don’t understand what those men wanted.” He responded wearily, his gaze then shifting toward the direction that the gang had dispersed in. “I’m not one to ignore help when it’s offered though, even if the source isn’t expected.”

Dusting himself off, the warrior, having been caught off guard in naught but heavy leathers and an arming sword,took in his surroundings. Having known he was overrun when the gang first descended upon him, the man had fled the scene in a direction he knew not.

“…I don’t even know where we are.”

@iorath

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“The devil’s arsehole,” the woman quipped. She had already marched ahead of the stranger, pushing the smallest trees from their path with one arm while shouldering a crossbow with the other. Leaves and branches slapped harmlessly at the mail coat she wore. Her leather boots crunched over the bracken.

Turning to check on her companion, she flashed a grin of yellow eyes and teeth. “That is to say, this is the Bluefen. And I can’t say what those men wanted out of you either, but it probably wasn’t to talk about the weather”. The Forsaken shook her head as she spoke, finally grumbling, “Bandits”. Had she felt put off by the man’s cautious acceptance of her aid, she certainly didn’t show it.

“We’re headed south now, and getting you back to town”. The leader of the pair pointed up to the sky above them, presumably to the sun, though the murky haze of the surrounding swamp and dense foliage blurred any semblance of the light to a layman. “It’s safer there”. This last comment is accompanied by a evaluating glance to the Elf’s sword, suggesting the word safe is relative.

@oraios-rueviel

#rrrrrpppppp