Pathyn Blackblade

[pathyn]

~~Basics~~

Name: Pathyn Blackblade

Pronunciation: Pay-thin

Nickname: Path (Payth)

Race: Kaldorei

Gender: Male

Birthdate: June 14th

Marital Status: Single

~~Physical Appearance~~

Skin Color: Light Grey

Hair: Long blue to green ombre hair, usually pulled back in a ponytail

Eye Color: Icy white

Height: 7’10”

Build: Muscular, lean waist broad shoulders

Distinguishing Marks: Many scars across his body including a deep burned mark on his back.

Tattoos: An eye looking up with barren trees coming up from the eyelashes and ice along the lower lid on his right shoulder, crescent moon with clouds obscuring parts on left shoulder, and a pair of trees on a craggy cliff face with a waterfall in the middle on his right pec.

Piercings: Onyx chains dangle from the tip of his ear to the lobe.

Face and Body Claim: Kevin Tod Smith (Ares on Xena Warrior Princess) 

~~Personal Information~~

Profession: Tracker, assassin, rogue, sneak, bartender

Hobbies: Creating new drinks, baking, fishing

Residence: Azsuna

Birthplace: Feralas

Fears: Drowning, bees, claustrophobia

~~Relationships~~

Spouse: Never married, had several long lasting relationships, but never saw the need for a binding

Mother: Wanyssea Windbow (Deceased)

Father: Galdal Woodseeker (Deceased)

Siblings: Melanal, sister (deceased), Sysvien, sister (deceased), Melenisse, sister (deceased)

Other Family: Kyeanadril, cousin

~~Sex and Romance~~

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Preferred Sexual Role: Switch, leaning Dominant

Libido: Normal

Turn ons: Flirty, self-assured, a challenge, beautiful voice, intelligence, a mystery, a good sense of humor

Turn offs: Damsels in distress, coarse language, except in bed or excusable times, excuse makers, hypocrites

Love Language: Quality time

Relationship Tendencies: Easy going, relationships don’t have to be difficult, or even named a relationship, he will respect a partner and spend time with them but won’t be clingy or possessive in public. He loves teasing, verbally and in bed. 

~~Traits~~ (Bold your character’s answer)

Extroverted / In-between / IntroverteDisorganized / 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  Hard Working / In-between / Lazy Cultured / In-between / Uncultured Loyal / In-between / Disloyal Faithful / In-between / Unfaithful 

~~Additional Information~~

Alcohol: Yes Drugs: Yes Smoking: Depends on what we are smoking

~~RP Hooks~~

Sneak: Can be hired for most clandestine or undercover jobs Bodyguard: Has been hired by rich, famous and powerful people Bartender: A first class bartender with a lot of flair Lady-killer: Has seduced women for fun and for profit

~~How to Contact~~

In Game name: Pathyn Right now Pathyn is being used in conjunction with storylines already in play, but am open to other connections, feel free to message me here.

[xeniteuniverse]

Ares - Kevin Tod Smith 🌸 ❤️

[beautifulstrange1]

[aquamarinemarie]

The boys can keep Kratos. Kevin Tod Smith will always be my god of war. 😍

Images courtesy of Pinterest

[pathyn]

DWC Feb 2026 - Day 2 - Hide/Golden

Pathyn disappeared into the bushes under one of the trees near the families’ homes in Fearalas, the cousins were all playing a game of very boring tag for him. As he saw the flare go off he quietly slipped back from the light overhead. It was almost amusing how his sister Sysvien thought that the flare would shine around one of their huge home trees, she was adorable, a thought she would hate, so he would tell her it later.

“Out!” She called, she had tagged someone, probably with one of her blunt arrows. As fun as the game was for the twelve cousins whose families all lived together since the Sundering, it was also ongoing training. They had all been born within 150 years of each other, so they all made time to work with one another to strengthen themselves for when the group went out to fight together. 

Since he had no idea who she caught, there was to know who the new hunter was, he remained in his hiding place, just closing his eyes and listening for clues. When nothing was obvious he slipped quietly through the brambles, the branches barely moving. This was why exercises like this were boring for him, his job in the field was to find a place to observe and not act until the surprise would be to his best advantage. 

A small sound caught his attention as he came around the tree, thick leather brushing with weight behind it. Aistrelaa, the warrior tried to be silent like the other cousins but she made a point of practicing in her work armor. Most that they fought would not be able to hear her, but most of her family could. It was almost not fair. 

Aistre passed within an arm’s length of him, and he drew into a tighter crouch, keeping his breathing slow and even. His aunt had taken him under her wing when he was young; now he could slow his heartbeat to nearly the lowest elven rhythm possible. A yawn threatened, and he covered his mouth, leather gloves muffling the sound.

“Out!” That was unexpectedly close to him.

A woman laughed and her voice sounded from above. Leaping down from a branch that had above him, flipping in mid-air before she landed silently. *’Showoff,’* he thought and smiled. His oldest sister didn’t take her part in these exercises seriously, even if she was the one that ordered them done. 

Melenisse was the leader of their group, the hunter could survive through anything, and had. Between her and her hawk, Yarros, they had the highest kill count of any of them. 

As Pathyn did not see the hawk anywhere he held his breath, and stilled his body completely. Yarros hunted by movement, he made sure he did not give him a target. 

He complained jokingly in camp that adding the pets to the training was two, or three at times, hunting individuals, all of those that were bonded asked if he wanted to go into battle without his daggers as removing a weapon from any of them would weaken the team. 

It did not take long for Yarros to sweep through the branches with a victorious shriek that matched Mel’s “Out!” call. 

The game had moved too close to him, even with his skill it would not stop a moment of luck. So far of all of the twelve of them, only three had not been caught. Melanal, his youngest sister, a priestess of Elune, Kyeanadril, his druid cousin and Pathyn. He could understand Ky and him not being caught, but Mellie was usually one of the first out, her skills did not translate well to exercises like this. He and Kyean worked with her a lot finding ways for her to adapt, but so far they had not borne fruit. 

To his utter surprise huge paws settled around his waist, then they shifted into dark hands and he was lifted overhead. Instantly, Mellie illuminated the area in golden light over Kyean and him, unmasking both in terms of the game. 

With a laugh, Kyeanadril shouted out. “And the master has fallen! All hail the victor Melanal!”

Pathyn had won thirteen of their last fifteen games, and this was bitter on his tongue, but he looked over and saw the pride in his sister’s face and that melted away. Leaping over the bushes that had hid him, he picked her up on his shoulders, “All hail Melanal!” 

@daily-writing-challenge

[gentlemensarts]

[overclassy]

[resqectable]

“Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it everytime.”

— One For Sorrow, C.Barzak

[pathyn]

The note was simple. She recognized the writing because she had read it more than once before. Occasionally when a message needed to be relayed to the Shadows without drawing attention. More often on the menu at the Pig and Whistle.

It had been some time, but it was not something Dei forgot. Dei, being Dei, wouldn’t forget it even if she had only seen it once.

She didn’t bother reaching out to Pathyn. This was familiar, and she liked the feel of it after Northrend. Path had been right, that had been a dead end, but she would figure it out. Hopefully by finding him.

She was on edge. While the others were busy with the important work with the conflict. News on her end had been scarce, save for one thing: the sense that the watcher from the tree across the pond had returned.

It wasn’t often. Just enough to notice. A feeling. A prickle. She had looked, more than once, and seen no one. Neither had Pathyn.

Lifting her skirts, she stepped up and into the tavern. From behind the bar, Reese lifted a hand in greeting. She liked him. He had seen the first signs of her drinking problem, and had tipped off Kyean, who had been watching for threats outside, not the ones she was doing to herself.

Reese set a box on the bar.

Perfectly square. Wrapped in white paper scattered with silver snowflakes, finished with a silver-and-blue bow. It was pretty in a way that felt deliberate.

She picked it up, turned it once, then gave it a gentle shake. Whatever was inside was solid, heavy enough to matter. On the top was a note, written in a hand that tugged at something familiar without quite revealing why.

For: Deiala Vyneaniux.

“Thanks, Reese,” she said, lifting a hand in a small wave and smiling.

She took the long way back to her shop, a slight bounce in her step. A secret gift. Mysterious. She already had gifts from the people she expected, this made it something else entirely.

At the door, she flashed the signal to let Pathyn know she was fine, then carried the box inside. She chatted briefly with the children playing in their corner as she passed, her smile easy, practiced.

In her office, the urge to open it immediately tugged at her, but she had lived under fear for too long to give in to impulse. She examined the box thoroughly, checked for magic, for wards, for traces of anything unnatural.

Nothing.

Carefully, she untied the bow, preserving the shape, the moment. A small smile touched her lips. Secret gifts were the sort of things other women received. Not her. Not since….

She froze.

Pretty boxes, pretty bows for a pretty girl.

The memory hit hard. She shoved the box across the desk and sat back, trembling. It didn’t have to mean anything. Not everything in her life had to circle back to him. Maybe this was something new. Something better.

She stared at the box until her breathing slowed.

When she pulled it back to her, her movements were methodical. Precise. She lifted the lid and found a false bottom, added padding gave weight disguising what lay beneath. Under it sat a small jeweler’s box.

“Well then.”

She flipped it open.

Inside was a necklace: a half-heart pendant, the kind lovers split between them. This one was blank. No initials. No engraving.

Half an empty heart.

It could have meant anything. But the first thought that came tightened her chest until it hurt.

She didn’t know how long she stared before she moved again. Eventually, she messaged Pathyn and lowered the wards on the entrance to the back offices, a precaution she never abandoned. Only she could enter the office itself. Pathyn knew better than to try.

When he stepped inside, he looked at her first.

Then at the golden chain dangling from her fingers.

Pathyn’s gaze dropped to the golden chain, to the half-heart resting against her fingers.

“Anything engraved on it?”

He knew there wasn’t, the light caught cleanly on the metal, revealing no imperfections, but he needed her attention anchored on something tangible. Anything but the meaning she was building in her head.

“No.”

“Anything on the card? Something different about the wrapping?”

Dei’s eyes were locked on the pendant, too focused, as if she could see through the metal itself. “No. And no magical traces. Nothing at all.”

He stepped closer and gently took it from her. The dark Kaldorei turned the piece once, then nodded. “We’ll look into who might have sold it.”

“It could’ve been bought anywhere,” she said. There was the faintest trace of emotion returning to her voice, good. “They’re common. I see them everywhere. A first-love kind of thing. Half the young women in the city wear them.”

He repackaged it carefully. The necklace. The box. The paper. Even the bow. “We’ll still look into it, Dei. Could be someone who’s taken a shine to you.” A pause, just enough to tease. “Can’t blame them, really, with all the parties and balls you attend.”

She turned her head and pinned him with a glare. He was very glad she didn’t add magic to it, though even if she had, he’d made certain long ago he wasn’t particularly vulnerable to such things.

Tucking the box away, he stepped back. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”

He wasn’t entirely sure of that, but he was sure of one thing: it was time to bring Kyean back. Kye had a way of steadying her that Pathyn never quite managed. She listened to him. Deferred to him. More than anyone else.

“Could you reach out to Kyeanadril?”

He knew she was too proud to ask on her own. That old crush of hers hadn’t faded, and she was terrible at hiding it.

“Of course,” she said. “He can stay here. I’ll go follow up on this.”

Her shoulders slumped just a fraction.

“Thanks, Pathyn. I know it’s not fun, being stuck here.”

He smiled and tipped her chin up lightly with his fingers. “What do you mean, Dei?” he said dryly. “Stormwind is giggles a minute. Absolutely love this city.”

(Divider by Sister Lucifer)

[steelhorse71]

[randommemestouse]

Anon Day - New Year's Edition

It's the new year, now is a GREAT time to get any lingering thoughts out of the way!

Confess something your muse would never openly say to mine!

Tell my muse what yours thinks they did good and/or bad with this past year!

Give my muse advice they need to hear going into the new year!

Tell me about favorite moment our muses shared from this past year!

Ask/Tell my muse anything regarding this past year or New Year's!

Practice good reblog karma!

(Taken from @twosidedsana's original New Year's post, but switched it up a bit and removed the year)

[rylandfalkov]

Feel free to ask any of mine, but most specifically doing this for: @rylandfalkov @zenithnightbane @aerdendios

[nahisummerhold]

Doing this for the following. Alae’dril Leroynorel Jes’champe Vidroth Nahilvi Summerhold Pathyn Blackblade Tycil Dawnwhisper

[pathyn]

Dei left the shop with Cael and headed home. One more day of work, and then a couple of days off to take care of the latest trouble that had come knocking, possibly. Tonight would tell.

She picked up some Panderan food on the way and followed the familiar path to her too-big house in Elwynn. If she’d had a choice, she wouldn’t be living here, but as a Keeper, she didn’t have one. This was Brendan’s home, and everything she needed was here.

As she approached the door, she sidestepped and traced a pattern over a stone nestled in the flowers. Runes flashed too quickly for normal eyes to catch, and the wards on her home opened for her. She walked to the door and, without looking back, murmured, “You following me in?”

No voice replied, but she could sense him. She slipped inside without leaving the door open long; a moment later, she felt him pass through behind her. Once they were both in, she reset the wards.

“I got your favorite,” she said, not bothering to look as Pathyn slipped out of stealth.

“You know it is fucking unnerving that you can tell I’m there every time. Kyean can see me, but you just know.”

Dei smiled. “Of course I know. I know everything that happens around my house, plus I was expecting you after all.” 

Path knew this perfectly well, complaining was just part of his process. “Good thing you brought food. I’m starving,” the Kaldorei said, following her to the kitchen. “Do you still have that sake?”

She smiled up at the dark-clad elf, mottled leathers and all. “Of course. Sake isn’t for heavy drinking.”

He slid up beside her, snatched the bag from her hands, and started grabbing dishes. “You know it’s weird you don’t eat out of the containers, right?”

“So you say every time we have takeout. And yet in eighteen months, nothing has changed.” She laughed softly, proper was proper, after all.

Leaving him to plate the food, she went upstairs to change into leggings and a big t-shirt. Her at-home attire had grown much less formal since the guards started staying over; after a few weeks, she’d stopped caring what they saw her in.

Once they settled in, she took a few bites, then looked at him. “Well?”

“Let a man eat, gorgeous,” he said, flashing her a sexy smile. When she gestured impatiently, he sighed. “They’re cultists, but not like the ones before. Not much leadership. It’s more like they’re trying to figure out why the last group was here, rather than focusing on you with intent.”

Dei dipped a dumpling into sweet soy glaze and ate it thoughtfully. “Do we need to act?”

Pathyn met her gaze. “Not right away. I’d say give them time and see if they don’t wander off like the last group. They know you argued with Kye, though, so they’re watching you in the city.”

“I guess we let them watch for now,” she said, waving her chopsticks. “No one’s come into the shop, and they haven’t gotten anywhere near the house. What’s Kyean planning for the holiday? The two of you meeting up with your other cousins?”

Pathyn gave her a sly smile. “Does his pet warlock miss him?”

She threw a chopstick at him and opened another pair. “It’s you I should’ve set my sights on. The fel damned Illidari sets off every demonic alarm in my head.”

“Nah, I’m too ugly for you.” They both knew he wasn’t. “And no, I might head off-world, spend some time in the stars. Haven’t done that yet.” He paused, assessing her. “He’s going to try to reach out, you know. It’s been over a year, and she sounded like she might talk to him the last time I asked.”

“How can he still want to pad after her like a dog?”

He clicked his tongue. “She’s a pretty amazing woman, and he thinks he fell in love the night they met.

Dei sighed. “She doesn’t deserve him. I don’t care how amazing she is, if she’s not interested, then she’s not that smart.”

“Your old crush is showing,” he smirked.

“He’s a good guy. My crush doesn’t matter. He deserves someone who actually cares.” She sipped her sake, her magpie-hued ponytail swaying. “If she hurts him again, I’ll throw my sneezing-powder charm at her while she’s on stage.”

Pathyn laughed. “Please don’t. She’s my friend.”

“And he’s your cousin.”

He ate a few bites, then watched her. “She is good people. You should meet her. She’s not always with that sexy performer friend of hers, so you wouldn’t have to return his shirt out of your hope chest. 

“I never should’ve told you that. No more tequila with you,” she said with a chuckle. “Maybe I should meet her. I could tell her not to be stupid.”

Path shook his head. “She has valid reasons for not returning his undying love at first sight, so to speak.” Kyean being a demon hunter made “love at first sight” more of a joke.

“She’s stupid.”

“No, she’s smart. He’s still a little obsessed, so it wasn’t all the black blood talking. Though the way that set his demon raging… that was scary.”

Dei nodded. She’d helped him regain control when even his mother couldn’t, that was what warlocks could be good for. “Well, I hope she listens.”

Pathyn sighed. “Me too. She could stand to forgive him. They both need it.”

(Mentions of @nahisummerhold and a small one of @dicenne she will never give up that shirt)

[pathyn]

What is Pathyn's favorite drink personally, and what would he say is his most known creation?

Pathyn’s drink choices are pretty simple, he is a martini guy, or a nice glass of expensive tequila.

The drink he was most known for at his last position was the upside down Man’ari. He would layer grenadine on the bottom, then blood orange juice, he then mixed together vodka, peach schnapps and sloe gin on top. He garnished it with a cherry, to represent the tail sticking out of the glass.

Thank you for the question @safrona-shadowsun sorry it took me so long to get to it

[pathyn]

Where is his comfort place?

Anywhere up high. He feels better knowing that he can see the pulse of the city, forest, or just anywhere, and that only a few people would see him up there. Even as a child he would climb the highest trees and drop onto one of his sisters or cousins from there. His mother would fuss at him about how he was going to get hurt, his father would chuckle at him and pat him on the shoulder. It worked really well until two of his sisters gained the power as Elune’s priestesses, then at the sound of even the smallest branch breaking they would cast levitate. Then it became a challenge of if he could surprise them, or the other way around.

[pathyn]

What personality traits does your muse desire in a partner and which do they despise? 

Pathyn enjoys all types of women, but the one trait in common is being confident. As a bartender is loves those moments when a good looking woman comes to flirt with him at the bar, even better when he can distract them from other men or women they are with. Working long enough he can tell when their plans for the night have changed just by seeing him. He dislikes when people get sloppy drunk, he doesn’t mind helping people get happy drunk, but when they are falling over and possibly throwing up, he is not patient at all. Clinginess or neediness will get a woman left the first moment she shows the trait. He is polite about it, but he begs off in the nicest way possible. If they continue to press their interest, he is not above using a female friend as a shield, which he provides in turn when one of his friends needs to avoid entanglement.

Thank you for for the question @theconstructsworld

[pathyn]

N’ZOTH - What is something they tend to try to overcompensate for?

Pathyn has lost all of his family except his cousin, so he tends to become very protective of his friends, maybe a bit big brotherly. This is the same as he is with lovers now, sometimes a bit overly protective and by now recognizing when that comes into effect and leaves at that point. He doesn’t want to push someone away, so he ends up leaving before he becomes entangled, it has been decades since he has had a long relationship, more long term friends with benefits.

[pathyn]

TMIT: What is his idea of a perfect date?

First off, he would want it to be a complete surprise for his date, but he would tell her to dress up nicely. He would be in slacks, a nice shirt and slacks (no tie), and then he would take her to a really good burger joint in one of the big cities. After dinner was done, he would take her to a five star place for dessert and drinks, just spending their time enjoying the special treats. As much as he loves a good diner, he finds the best, or at least the most impressive, desserts at the nicer restaurants. A trip to the theater would be the entertainment for the night, but much of his time would be watching her reactions to the story. Studying expression is something he loves to do, and seeing what someone is like when they let go a little makes his heart warm. There would be a small kiss to her cheek here and there when she would least expect it. Before the night ended, he would find a park, or a small bit of the wilds, and just go sit in the grass and chat. A space that just is not busy so they can breathe with one another and just let the night together to be celebrated. On a night like this he would want to take her home and leave her with a long kiss at her doorstep, make it about connection, not about sex.

(Bad me: Thank you @saltsparkle )