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Fletcher’s Color

Your rainbow is strongly shaded red and indigo.

What is says about you: You are a passionate person. You appreciate cities, technology, and other great things people have created. You get bored easily and want friends who will keep up with you. Friends count on you for being honest and insightful.

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Russian Classics Aesthetics

Joaquinn Fletcher

BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse.

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV: orthodox monasteries, deep woods, starry nights, the sound of paper being torn, dimly lit rooms, withered roses, an unfinished letter, piles of books, the sound of shattering glass, ticking of clocks in a silent house, heavy wooden furniture, the air before a storm, the smell of earth, a crowd of people dressed in black, distant murmurs, emptied streets, the fear of walking alone in dusk

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT: coldness of the skin against a blade, slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands, a red stain blooming on white fabric, lonely steps in a corridor, the slow dripping of water, looking out of the window into the thickening darkness, a single dying candle on the table, listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats, too many stairs, the desire to be invisible, a subtle memory of kind words

THE IDIOT: classical statues, wealth covered with dust, a dark house tainted with inherited madness, an unsettling feeling, long walks in a park, useless chatter, a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench, a melancholic face, an unexpected spring rain, the joy of reading one’s favorite book, the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around, looking at a cloudless sky

ANNA KARENINA: fields of crops, flowers brought from an early morning walk, the wind caressing a girl’s hair, a bowl of fruit, the smell of ripe pears, the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea, children’s laughter coming from the garden, soft sunlight & white curtains, the sensation of velvet against skin, pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor, a sudden silence in a room full of people

WAR AND PEACE: a glass of wine, the brightness of a crystal chandelier, white lace, a raging snow storm, the sound of a door being gently closed, the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room, indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light, closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing, the sweet smell of strawberries, a pair of gloves left on an armchair, the light scent of powder, andrei nikolayevich bolkonsky,gunpowder stuck on skin, smoke inside a burning building, the silence upon returning home, an untranslatable distance, the desperate lure of glory

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA: the chaos of a lively city, ambient jazz in an expensive restaurant, jumping on a moving tram, the sight of moscow from the roof of a house, yellow flowers in a vase, leaning out of the window, shelves stacked with books, a small tin box with old photographs, strange shapes in the night sky, laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony, colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind

EUGENE ONEGIN: a lonely mansion, reading a book in the parlour, a faint piano melody lingering in falling silence, long evenings, passing seasons,discussing french novels of the moment, unspoken thoughts, leaning against the door frame, a quickly averted glance, eating a peach absent-mindedly, bright mornings, footprints in snow, a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby

FATHERS AND SONS: a birch grove, morning mist, moss-covered stones near a moor, scientific books, white roses, cheap champagne, a shabby pocket-watch, light-hearted irony, a maladroit cello sonata, freshly mowed grass, letting thoughts come & go, a slow yawn,picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes, drinking tea on the porch

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO: a strange feeling of loss, writing poems in a diary,traveling by train, the hesitation before touching someone’s hand, the gaze of one lost in thought, the warmth of cinnamon, a scarf brightly embellished with flowers, a glass of water, a threadbare jacket,the tempting void, the evanescent serenity of yesterday

CHERRY ORCHARD: a lone chair in an empty room, falling blossoms, old samovar, the unsettling need for change, a mirror reflecting the full moon,the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance, a piano out of tune

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Fears of a Warrior

Bold What Applies

⋆ the dark ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ freezing ⋆ being alone (long-term) ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

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Joaquinn’s Traits

• sibling(s): sisters | brothers | none | other

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Bold the “bad” habits your muse has!

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Past Recollections

It’s strong, warm, always there. It defines our past as well as our present, yet only our future if we allow it. It is a flowing river, yet can cause one to thud like a passing storm. It is our bloodlines. Something noble men seek to purify, poor men struggle to keep and honorable soldiers seek to shed. We all have our origins, and so many have let those origins define them, Sir Joaquin Fletcher is none different. The son of Field Marshal Jonathan Fletcher, Joaquin was raised with red clay coating his boots. The valleys and mountains of Redridge were where the boy was raised, a life that was unusual at best. His father, retired a few short years after his birth, sought to train his son, to become the second in the line of Fletcher's to join the Alliance. It was an issue that led to many butting of heads. Joaquin's mother was a Cleric, or better yet a Priestess by trade. Catherine Fletcher met her husband in the early days of his military duties, a stray wolf had latched hold of the man’s wrist putting him in the infirmary. Jonathan, embarrassed to say the least, tried to persuade her into claiming an Orc caused the wound, she declined.

Together the two had a certain balance, Joaquin’s father a strictness built in from many years of service, and a nurtured compassion from his mother’s side. That would lead to many difficulties within young Joaquin's early life. Studying then training became his daily routine, never able to pick out his own path, he knew from an early age what he was destined to be. A tactician, a soldier. Someone to fill his father’s boots. That had to change. The night before his first stint of training, Joaquin attempted to flee from his home. However, when the Alliance knows your face, and your crimes, your escape will be short-lived. Some might recognize Joaquin's face from a decade ago, missing papers were planted on every message board from Elwynn to Darkshire.

It was only two weeks before Joaquin was returned home, but the two weeks had bought him enough time to avoid training for another six months. The six month period was a time of tension, finally broken when the talks of war sparked again. Stormwind was in need and the Senior Fletcher was a perfect fit. Jonathan gladly accepted his role as a strategist with the greatest of soldiers in SI:7’s renowned War Room, and Joaquin was grateful for the time to breathe. What came to follow might have been the final jab in the wound for the young man.

If he were to find the woman of his dreams and marry her, surely he would finally rid these expectations of fighting in a war he wanted no part in - Especially with his father now at the helm of the ship.He thought one day he may have just done that. He met a young woman at the inn of Redridge, and from that blossomed a short-lived relationship in which he had held no restraint, but the next training session was soon. And expectations were rearing their ugly head at young Joaquin once more. He rushed himself, and his date. Asking for her hand after only five months. The answer was a wound hard to shrug off. It was too soon, and she was in it - just for fun.

And Joaquin? He was in attendance for the next infantry training the Alliance offered. That was ten years ago, and since Joaquin Fletcher has accepted his fate. He is defined, by word, by name, by blood. He is to fill his father’s shoes. To take military jobs that you won’t read about in the papers. He is often ridiculed for “That one mission where everyone died” and also about his sudden rise in rank, no doubt due to his father pushing figurines with a ruler all day. That being said, a lifetime of training is never forgotten. The man knows how to fight, just not against the bonds that hold him… Yet.

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