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fujiwhara-waltz

#elf king of grace and beauty

Full name: Serathell Dakheart (Dal'Falo)

Titles: Archon of Sunfury Vanguard, Magistrix, Ley Keeper

Race of OC: Sin'Dorei

Skills: Master of Arcane, Frost, and Fire.

Unique Skills: Serathell is the Keeper of a Ley Line. Her family has been its protector since they first arrived in Quel'Thalas after their banishment by the Kal'Dorei. It grants many benefits.

Weapons used: A dagger, staff, and the unlimited creativity she applies to magic.

Family: All Dead

Goals: To carve out a niche for herself and her Vanguard.

Wants from the Seven: The opportunity to kill those who forced her hand.

Information you would like to add OOC or IC: N/A

OOC age: 25

cladeofseven

I have a new obsession and I blame dylibird. >> Yes, I've been reading fanfiction and looking at fanart. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! ;_; poor Lew Lew.

It had been a long hard day, the pressures and stresses of life taking their toll. Serathell sat behind her work desk. Mounds of paper were strewn across the cherry wood surface, nothing neat about the mess. Ink stained fingers clutched a worn quill and she worked furiously over a document. Her over all appearance reflected the disarray cluttered around her. Normally well cared for ringlets of gold were piled in a frazzled bun at the back of her head. Bags hung heavy and deep beneath luminous hues. Tapered ears were drooping and creamy skin was paler than usual.

With a sigh she scratched her name at the bottom of the paper and dropped her quill. Leaning back into her chair the Archon blinked dully, eyes half lidded with a dull glaze over them. Slender arms lifted over her head and she stretched languidly, crossing her ankles over one another beneath her desk. Her head tilted back and Serathell rested it on the backrest of her chair, staring at the ceiling.

Relaxing once more, hands resting on her desk, the Magistrix ruminated over the events of the past month. Most of it wasn't pretty. The political arena in Silvermoon had become down right poisonous. All anybody seemed to care about was whether or not they could kill someone to gain power or destroying other organizations. It was toxic. It was petty, and she was done with it.

Plump lips stretched into a thin line, pulling down at the corners into a frown. Her eyes closed and she grunted in disgust, remembering all of the selfish squabbling. The only saving grace she had found among her own people thus far had been Thori'Alar. Luccicare was a pleasant woman and seemed legitimate in her interests in an Alliance. All of her conversations with the Priestess had been on positive notes, even if they had not yet worked together.

This train of thought lead her down another avenue, another point of critical interest. It's time we left, she affirmed to herself. Quel'thalas has become a vipers nest. We will be better off on the other side of the portal. My people deserve better than this. Sneering to herself Serathell pushed herself away from her desk and stood, kicking her chair away in a fit of temper. It had been simmering below the surface of her skin for days now. The chances of it abating any time soon were slim. She was just so done with her own people. They were a disappointment, a farce, a joke of the glory they had once been. Now? Now they were like petty children fighting over a toy. Her fellow Nobles especially reminded her of kids fighting over who had the rights to the slide on the playground and who was allowed on the monkey bars.

With a roll of her eyes and a huff the Archon turned on her heel and trudged towards the baths connected to her bedroom. Reaching up she pulled the pin holding her curls in place and shook them out. She needed a hot soak, something to ease her frustrations, something to calm her down. It was likely the fire inside her would aid in heating the bath water this night. Tomorrow, I will break the news. Teriga will have her hands full, but this...this is for the best. Grasping the handle of the bath house door she pulled, flinging it wide open. Roiling waves of steam wafted out of the opening and Serathell stepped into the mists, closing the door firmly shut behind her. With that action she left her problems temporarily behind and allowed herself this brief moment to relax. It might be the last time she got the chance to. There was no going back after this.

tumbleintonothing

Holy cow! Every one of you are awesome! So, as a thank you, I will be selecting three lucky people and giving them something a little special. No, its not one night with Mae, sorry ladies.

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You and Varalith fuckin'????? *squint* eh?

IC Sera and Vara do the tango from time to time~ They have an agreement.

themusesays

Post your muses reaction to being given a pet kitten.

She briefly considered resisting the gift. ” Wot?” she said. She was a hunter by nature, a predator. She knew she’d have to approach Sera with caution for the awkward aura around the two. The kitten let out a small meow and yawn looking to Vixen.

" Awe! That is so fucking cute! I just wanna skin it!" she exclaimed, scooping up the kitten quickly. Sera watches with caution. The mage now fearful for the poor animals life. Luckily, Vixen took to the animal quite well. " I shall call you Varameowth." hugging the animal close to her face. " You smell like a barn. I like that, Varameowth." Vixen’s black eyes sweeps back to the Mage and stares at her; a smile plastered on her features.

It was a happy moment for Vixen! Even if she was thinking about the kitty , and then to skinning Sera’s flesh from her bone. Maybe that can wait, right? Varameowth is hungry.

( serathell )

serathell

LOL Varameowth!))

Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

Unfuckingpredictable.

Put "That should keep you quiet." for my muse's reaction to yours gagging them

Tapered ears pinned back and pale hues narrowed at the rogue. Juice ran down over her chin, seeping from the large red apple currently stuffed in her mouth. Biting down on it viciously Serathell masticated the chunk and pouted at Vix. "If you wanted to share you could have just said so. You didn't have to gag me."

Send "➸" for my muse's reaction to your muse taking a hit for them.

Serathell stood, stunned as Vixen fell to the ground. There was a dagger in her side and blood was oozing out sluggishly. The Orc that had been aiming for the Magistrix was currently having his face gnawed off by an angry ice elemental. Even if he had not the woman still would have reacted as she did, rushing forward to Vixen's side.

Kneeling on the ground next to her she reached for the dagger and pulled it out. "Oh gods, Vix. Don't tell Varalith." There was panic written all over her face as she placed her hands over the wound, searing it closed with a blast of fire. "He's going to be so mad."

quinntown

For your viewing pleasure: a squirrel trying to bury an acorn in a dog.

serathell

@shadowfelsrose This is totally Vixen with Varalith.

A chilled box sat on the bed next to Vixen one morning. It was made of exquisitely lacquered wood. Etched lovingly on top was a blue rose and tendrils of cold wafted from it. Beneath it rested an envelope that smelled of icy things and a familiar perfume. Written within was a simple note.

Vixen, I had heard you met a tragic end. It is with great relief that I find this is not so. Varalith was a mess without you and I tried my best to keep him afloat. When he found out you were alive it was like all the stars in the sky lit up in his eyes. I am glad you are alive, Vixen. Give that dastardly Captain all of the snuggles you can muster. He sorely needs your attentions.

With affection,

Serathell

Should the Rogue rouse herself out of bed enough to actually peer into the box she would find quite the treat waiting for her. Nestled in enchanted velvet was about a quart of Frostcap Berries. The cloth kept them magically fresh and cold so they did not spoil. And if Vix ate one, their flavor would be perfect.

@shadowfelsrose

OOC Post

I am a role player. I create characters who have personalities and stories. I go to great length to create these stories, especially if it involves another character someone else is playing. If we play often together my character will get attached to yours. Serathell cherishes her friends and if she falls in love, it's sincere. Out of character I put my faith and trust in my rp partners not to abuse my character (without permission.). I trust them not to lie to me about important facts that would determine how I play her towards that persons character. This is on an OC level. Boundaries have to be established with every RP.

So it hurts and upsets me when a partner out right lies to me. Not only have they compromised my character but personally went behind my back. And lately -many- of my partners have done this to me. If you are going to choose to do something in character on an ooc level that would drastically effect my character without my permission or at least running it by me, fuck off. Seriously, just take a long walk off a short pier. I am -done- with the liars and manipulaters.

Then to try to cover your ass ooc only for me to find out you're a lying shit bag? That is just the icing on the 'get bent' cake. I come here and play WoW to have fun, not deal with this petty high school dickery and back stabbing. Real life is shit enough. Do me a favor and keep the explosive diarrhea away from my characters, you asshole ex rp partners. I'm starting to understand why the horde belf community is so hated now. Ugh.

((Sera is open up to anon asks if anybody is interested.))

meocraft

Commission!

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serathell

sirmeo Did this lovely commission of Serathell for me! Thank you very much!

autohaste

When people say “today” like ya not cute everyday…

serathell

I was stupidly amused by this. XD

((This Tumblr is a WiP.))

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