Prescott's Lab

Breia Prescott's Lab and Journal (RP Character for WoW-Wyrmrest Accord)

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Headcanon Prompts

A-Arousal- what gets them aroused quickest

B- Broken- what it takes to break them

C- Can’t- one thing that they can’t do in life/refuse to do

D- Denial- something they’re in denial about

E- Eager- something they are eager to do in life

F- Fitness- how often they work out and what they prefer doing for a workout

G- Guarded- something they always guard (item can physical or mental like their feelings)

H- Hell- what will make their life hell

I- Ingenuity- how clever they can be in tough situations

J- Jealous- how easily they get jealous

K- Killer- how old they were when they first killed someone 

L- Lust- what they lust after in life

M- Maturity- how mature they are as an adult

N- Negligence- what they can be negligent about

O- Opinionated- one thing they are very opinionated about

P- Persistent- how persistent can they be about something

Q-  Quest- what they feel their quest in life is/their main goal in life

R- Regret- what they regret most in life

S- Strength- where they find their strength

T- Test- something that will test them to their limits

U- Unbelievable- one thing that they experienced that they still have a hard time believing was real

V- Vengeance- have they every wanted vengeance on someone

W- Waiting- how good they are at waiting on something/someone

X- xenodocheionology (the love of hotels according to some) since they do some traveling, what their favorite hotel was

Y- Yield- one thing that will make them stop what they’re doing no matter what

Z- Zoo- how old they were when they first went to a zoo and what their favorite animal was.

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“Go for it. I’ll answer any of these to the best of my ability.”

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23. Have they ever been assaulted/abused/raped?

Breia shifted uncomfortably at the question. “Once, by someone I thought I could trust. I won’t go into details however.” She gave a simple little nod at that, her face softening back into her polite smile soon after.

[the-kybalion]

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Write a Headcanon about my character

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If it’s good, it will become official.

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For Bella,  @annahearn​, @velinthrialightwhisper​, @fiannia-quinne​, @caelaenne​ or any of my others.

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For Breia.

“Make shit up about me. I insist! Let’s see what some people think I do.”

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38. Have they ever been imprisoned?

Breia grinned from ear to ear as the question was asked, pacing back and fourth with her hands clasped behind her back. She’d speak rather boastfully. “Can’t say I have.” She gave a simple curt nod to her interviewer afterwards. “Oh! Wait, does being locked up once by the Guard for selling Narcotics count? That happened. It was only for a night though.”

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34. Have they ever self harmed?

Breia crossed her arms at that statement, holding a defensive stance. “Do you really believe I’d ever stoop to such lows as Self-Harm?” She waved a hand dismissively. “I work to better myself and my mind, not destroy it.” As much of a lie that was, she’d hold true to it.

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29. Does what they cannot see scare them?

“Siarahn, why is it that the first time I hear from you in years is this question?” Breia broke out into a fit of laughter. “Anyways, no. Fear isn’t what I see in the Unknown. What I see is something to learn, or something to uncover, not to cower under the sheets over. To be scared of the Unknown is to be scared of knowledge and progress.”

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She grins, disappearing in a puff of dark mist and reappearing beside Bre. She leans in, next to her ear. “Oh, but there are most certainly things to fear. Things you should not dare to uncover.” She pauses, amused. “..I should know!”

She brushes the hair out of her own eyes, stepping back from Bre and flopping down on the floor next to her. “Hello, Prescott,” she says, letting the name roll off her tongue. “I thought I should drop by, say hello, catch up on things over tea.. but I wouldn’t do that without tormenting you a little first.”

She is, in short, absolutely ragged compared to when Bre last saw her. Her face mask and clothes are stained with black ooze, and she looks exhausted. Her eyes are out of focus and she doesn’t seem all that “here”.

Siarahn folds her hands in her lap, as well as she can, and peers up at Breia expectantly. “How are you? It’s been.. longer than I would have liked.”

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Breia clasped her hands behind her back as she watched the display, raising a brow at the Kaldorei as she spoke into her ear. Breia took a simple step forward. “I see you still don’t know the meaning of “Personal Space”.” She chided in a sarcastic tone. 

She herself looked rather different from their last encounter. Fel-Green eyes and draped in ornate black and green robes. She turned to look at Siarahn with a brief eyeroll. “Really now? Catch up? Last I remember both you and Ivrahri wanted me dead.” She spat out, recalling a time where they had once considered themselves enemies.

She waved her hand dismissively as she reached into her enchanted pockets, slipping a cigarette out and sticking it in her mouth, snapping her fingers as a brief burst of Fel fire ignited the end, taking a little drag and blowing the smoke as she looked towards the Elf. “Quite alright though, doubt you can say the same given your..goop issue there.” She motioned towards the ragged clothing and ooze across it.

(Unrelated. Nice to see you again Sia!)

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She shrugs. “I never felt the need to learn. Such a meaningless concept, really..” she trails off, that smug grin still on her face.

“What are you now? A warlock? I suppose it was inevitable,” the elf muses, looking Breia up and down. “Such a shame my evangelizing didn’t help you.” At the mention of Ivrahri, her face screws up in a disgusted look. “Let’s not speak of the past. Or that - horrid creature. No; let’s speak of the present. Of you. What’s with the black and green? It’s so drab.” Her voice is laced with an angry frustration, and she makes no attempt to hide it.

Her gaze follows the cigarette and her brow quirks inquisitively. “I - goop? What goop?” she asks sarcastically, hands subconsciously moving to adjust her mask. “I haven’t the slightest of what you’re talking about…”

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Breia broke out into hysterical laughter at her distaste. “Good to know we both agree on something. Ivrahri was..” She waved a dismissive hand, taking another brief drag off of her smoke and blowing rings out infront of her. She held a smug, prideful grin as she looked Siarahn over.

“It never would have, this?” She erupted a ball of Fel Flame in one hand, snuffing it with a clenched fist. “This is my future, not trying to find ill-conceived redemption for my past.” She proclaimed proudly, furrowing her brows at the Kaldorei, snorting and breaking out into laughter. “Yes, because you have the audacity to call my attire drab.” She motions at Siarahn in her ragged attire and goopy form, her eyes rolling once again. “Suppose though it’s nice to see you again under much less hostile grounds. Tell me, how have you been?”

[prescottslab]

I've enjoyed your RP from day one. You're one of my most trusted officers and you've been with me a bit now. I think you're a talented writer and I love having you as a friend.

<3 Right back at you. It’s been a fun ride so far and I can’t wait to do more RP with you. You’ve been a fantastic friend.

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29. Does what they cannot see scare them?

“Siarahn, why is it that the first time I hear from you in years is this question?” Breia broke out into a fit of laughter. “Anyways, no. Fear isn’t what I see in the Unknown. What I see is something to learn, or something to uncover, not to cower under the sheets over. To be scared of the Unknown is to be scared of knowledge and progress.”

[shath-yar-moved-blog]

She grins, disappearing in a puff of dark mist and reappearing beside Bre. She leans in, next to her ear. “Oh, but there are most certainly things to fear. Things you should not dare to uncover.” She pauses, amused. “..I should know!”

She brushes the hair out of her own eyes, stepping back from Bre and flopping down on the floor next to her. “Hello, Prescott,” she says, letting the name roll off her tongue. “I thought I should drop by, say hello, catch up on things over tea.. but I wouldn’t do that without tormenting you a little first.”

She is, in short, absolutely ragged compared to when Bre last saw her. Her face mask and clothes are stained with black ooze, and she looks exhausted. Her eyes are out of focus and she doesn’t seem all that “here”.

Siarahn folds her hands in her lap, as well as she can, and peers up at Breia expectantly. “How are you? It’s been.. longer than I would have liked.”

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Breia clasped her hands behind her back as she watched the display, raising a brow at the Kaldorei as she spoke into her ear. Breia took a simple step forward. “I see you still don’t know the meaning of “Personal Space”.” She chided in a sarcastic tone. 

She herself looked rather different from their last encounter. Fel-Green eyes and draped in ornate black and green robes. She turned to look at Siarahn with a brief eyeroll. “Really now? Catch up? Last I remember both you and Ivrahri wanted me dead.” She spat out, recalling a time where they had once considered themselves enemies.

She waved her hand dismissively as she reached into her enchanted pockets, slipping a cigarette out and sticking it in her mouth, snapping her fingers as a brief burst of Fel fire ignited the end, taking a little drag and blowing the smoke as she looked towards the Elf. “Quite alright though, doubt you can say the same given your..goop issue there.” She motioned towards the ragged clothing and ooze across it.

(Unrelated. Nice to see you again Sia!)

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omfg do this holy shit!

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For the people who know me? Why not! Go for it.

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Sell me drugs. Love Blown out bagel.

“Drop by anytime while I’m in Stormwind. I sell anytime I’m there.”

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Question #13: Which of the 7 Deadly Sins best describes you?

Breia’s brows furrowed, clasping her hands behind her back as she paced. A Prideful stride as she did such. “I don’t consider it a sin. But Pride. I take pride in every little thing I do, from my studies to my Alchemical Creations. I want to be best in my craft, and being the best requires pride befitting of such.”

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29. Does what they cannot see scare them?

“Siarahn, why is it that the first time I hear from you in years is this question?” Breia broke out into a fit of laughter. “Anyways, no. Fear isn’t what I see in the Unknown. What I see is something to learn, or something to uncover, not to cower under the sheets over. To be scared of the Unknown is to be scared of knowledge and progress.”

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50. How many people would you go out of your way to save from any scenario and why would you do it? (-for Breia-)

Breia rolled her eyes at this. “How many would I save in a scenario? Depends on the scenario really.” She contemplated with a little shrug of her shoulders, answering a second later. “Those around me, anyone I could without putting my own life at risk.” She gave an assured nod.

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48. Is there anyone that they would willingly kill?

A Frown tore across her features as she thought of people she would happily kill, answering in a relatively blunt, and firm tone. “I have a list honestly. Can sum it up pretty quickly though. Have you bothered my friends? Yes? Congratulations, chances are you are on that list.” She contemplated for another moment. “Also if your body could be useful to conduct research on? You are as well on that list.”

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44. What’s one thing they wish they could do more often, but can’t?

Breia paced as she thought about the question, pausing for a moment only to shrug. “Get High?” She shakes her head. “Bad Answer. Really bad answer.” A little snicker followed as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Spending more time with my damned Dog. Sadly Undead Animals are not particularly permitted in Stormwind. Jerks.” She knelt down afterwards to run a hand across Stitches’s head, patting the creature.

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16. Is there anyone who makes them feel inferior?

Breia takes in a deep breath as she mulls over that question for a brief moment. Speaking with frustrated admittance. “A few people. Most of my associates at times make me feel Inferior. One who stand out though..” She paused in her answer, as if mulling it over. “It would have to be Kalrum Greatforge. He is my Teacher in Fel Magic. I’ve seen the guy lob Chaos Bolts like it was nothing!” She boasted pridefully about the man. “I hope to someday achieve that much skill in Fel Magic.”