In Snow and Solitude

Character Blog for Celebren Bloodthorn - Wyrmrest Accord Condottieri of the Bloodthorn Mercenary Company Ebon Blade Loyalist

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New WoW Rp Blog!

I’m keeping this blog around, but I’ve moved on over to @souls-of-azeroth​

If you would like to keep following me, now that I’m getting back into Warcraft RP, you can find me over there!

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 Third sketch commission for @tales-of-nexus

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[civismundisum]

I will be wild. I will be brutal. I will encircle you and conquer you. I will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust. I will be inevitable.

Iphigenia, from A Memory of Wind by Rachel Swirsky.  (via shrinemaidens)

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Photo: Visioluxus / Elisa Lazo de Valdez

MUAH: Gina Campbell

Model: Zig

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Sharp!

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Dirt: What's currently on your character's conscience? Why can't they shake it off? What can they do to resolve it?

Currently, in amongst the Frostwolves, Celebren has been reminded of what her impulsiveness cost her.  While yes, it took her life from her (and other things considering she's now a Death Knight), one of her biggest regrets was leading a loyal friend into the situation.

That friend was a large, fluffy gray wolf named Anareth, and as she lay being eaten, one of the last things she saw was the ghouls tearing apart the wolf as she attempted to protect Celebren.  Although her emotions are very dampened, there is a huge hole, an emptiness that resides in her because of this and her inability to reconnect with the natural world around her.  When she was alive, she never could boast having many friends, and certainly fewer that were not animals themselves; that she led one of the few entities she considered a respected companion to a death that was absolutely bound to happen, that weighs very heavily on her.

Being among the Frostwolves has helped.  She hopes that, in some way, she can reconnect.  Already, being referred to as Wolf-Sister by the Frostwolves has begun to ease that ache, although no wolves themselves have bonded to her as of yet.

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Traits | Celebren Bloodthorn

(Art by monkeyscandance / boaillustration )

Eyes: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Grey | Other

Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other |

Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular

Skin: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored

Gender: Male | Female | Trans* | Cis | No Gender | Other

Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual

Species: Human | (Blood)Elf | Undead/Vampire | Werewolf (Worgen) | Shapeshifter | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other

Education: High School | (community) College | University | Higher Education | Academy | Other

Living Situation: Lives alone | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless

Parents/Guardian: Mom (Deceased) | Dad (Deceased) | Adoptive Father | Foster | Grandparents | Family friend | Other

Relationship: Single | Divorced | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated | Verse dependent

I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused

I have a(n): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder |Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder | Drinking Problem

Things I’ve done before: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen |Self harmed | Starved myself |Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a fake ID/fake identity | Gone to a rave | Killed someone| Been in a war |

Positive Traits: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous |Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless

Negative Traits: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible |Possessive| Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable | Clumsy | Rebellious | Emotional | Swears | Reckless | Restless | Other (Emotionally Distant)

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→ My lady general, a fanmix for women leading armies. Part I - historical women  Inspiration: Boudicca, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castille, Catherine of Aragon, Laskarina Bouboulina, etc…  

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She has no mouth with which to kiss, no hands with which to caress, only the fangs and talons of a beast of prey.

Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories  (via thenatureofsin)

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Andraon: "Go somewhere else and cry. Again."

The pale haired Death Knight’s words stung. It was a bitter pain, deeply biting with unfortunate accuracy. Andraon’s lopsided shoulders rounded as he hunched, eyes downcast. He didn’t want to look at Celebren, nor did he entirely know what to say in the wake of her acerbic command. Every response seemed to be weak, insufficient and neutered by the barbs of his humiliation.Instead, Andraon’s chest emitted a somewhat louder whir; the inner machinery seeming spurred to greater activity by the confrontation. It only made him feel worse, that he was just a clockwork mockery, clinging to the shreds of emotion he had left as if it would make him ‘real’.And that hurt even more.How dare she?

The rattle-hum of his mechanical lungs drawing in air through the multitude of metal strings in his throat became a discordant jangle as he stood up suddenly. He lifted his head just enough to glare at Celebren; lambent lich-fire eyes burning bright, emphasising the hollows beneath his prominent cheekbones. She was smirking. Of course she was. The slight curl of her lip and the way her remaining eye callously looked him over made him feel soiled, dirty, unworthy. Who was she to look at him like that? They were both of the Ebon Blade, both sullied by the Scourge’s unholy magic. Why should she think herself better than him? Just because he could weep?Andraon didn’t even draw his runeblade. A slender elf, seeming almost swamped by his menacing, dark plate armour, he could move with fiendish, unnatural swiftness when inspired.He leapt for her, one hand extending to take hold of her throat. The other, over-sized and possessing a solid core of titanium armature beneath the borrowed flesh and metal gauntlet, pulled back before hurtling forward to deliver a bone-cracking punch.

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It was so very easy to rile him up, to see the way his control crumbled so easily.  How could he live amongst the living at all with a carapace so fragile?  It was her duty to insure that others of her kind could keep themselves afloat, that they could blend in with the living as best they could.

He tried.  He truly did, but he like all the others still fell short of becoming one with the living again.  They were outside the cycle of the living now, they didn’t belong—she knew that as well as any of them.  It was not an easy thing to accept, this she also knew far better than others thought her capable of.  Her methods were cruel perhaps, but they had always been cruel.  The gentle ways of the Sin’dorei ladies were not hers, especially now.

So she helped in the only way she knew how.

Celebren could feel his anger as much as she could see it in the way he hunkered and rose, in the way he turned his attention toward her.  This was not the first brawl she had been in, she knew the signs well enough of a man pushed too far.

Despite her impressive bulk, the well-muscled Death Knight moved swiftly, sweeping to one side with a bark of a laugh—this time not as hollow as her norm.

If it was a fight he wanted, he earned himself one.