One swoop of blinding golden Light is all it takes to throw him off his feet.
He’s blasted back a considerable distance, his feet hitting the ground once, only for the momentum to carry him into a flip, rolling and tumbling backwards until he skids on his knees to a stop. The impacts of the blast and scraping against the ground ache at his bare torso, biting with pain.
But that's a pain he can ignore. With the Light burning at his core, eating away at the cosmic force that held together his body, he could withstand some petty abrasions.
Zyraden huffs shakily, his hands planted on the floor in front of him, vision blurred as he feels the Light eat away at him. His ears ring, and a shudder runs through his body, the sinews of his muscles threatening to give out and unravel. Black tendrils and eyes open up for just a moment over his hands before his vision comes into focus.
As his hearing returns, the muffled shouts around him clear up.
“Get up! You got this!”
“Come on, Z! Up! Up!”
Zyraden shakes his head, looking up at his opponent. The young sin’dorei, Kyanor, approaches him slowly with his spear, vivid gold and violet runic paint contrasts his dark bare skin. His right arm, covered in the violet sorcerer runes, his left, in identical gold ones, and when the runes meet at the center of his torso, they dissolve into smaller runes connecting the paint. He twirls his spear theatrically, able to get away with such a flashy trick only because Zyraden was on the floor.
He huffs again. The pain in his chest hasn’t gone down yet.
“Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
Kyanor was worried, of course. The proposal was unexpected, and it made even Ronae and Aliya bristle.
“It’ll be different this time,” Zyraden said with a firm nod. “You guys are my friends, I trust that you know when to hold back. Plus, you’re of the Discipline sect, aren’t you? You could patch me up in a pinch.”
Kyanor pressed his lips together tightly. “Yeah but like… after everything with —”
“Don’t. Everything that happened is why I need to do this.”
“Man. I just don’t want to hurt you like that.”
“I can’t get better if I just hide from it.” Zyraden smiled. “Besides, who better to spar with than a friend?”
Kyanor holds his arms open wide, the spear glowing with the Light. “Come on, Zee-Zee! I know you got more in you than just *that!*”
Zyraden spits on the ground, forcing himself to stand. He manifests his rapier back in his hand. He has to blink away stars.
“Do you need a break, Zyraden?” Ronae calls out from the sidelines.
Zyraden holds out a hand to halt her. “No. I can still do this.”
Kyanor grins. “Then show me!”
“And what if I go too far?” Kyanor asked in a hush. “What if I maim you like she did? What if your healing process has to start all over?”
“Things changed,” Zyraden said calmly. “I’m a special case now. I get special medical care now.”
“You’re avoiding his question,” Aliya pointed out with a jabbed finger. “Just because we got Void privileges doesn’t mean you’re immune to getting hurt.”
“Do you think our adversaries will hold back on me if they use the Light?” Zyraden quipped back. “Do you think they’ll take it easy on me just because it’s my weakness?”
“He has a point,” Ronae said. “Tolerance training is critical for someone like him. Kyanor, if you won’t do it, I will.”
“No I’ll do it, I just…” Kyanor took a deep breath. “No, I’ll do it. It’s better we start with Discipline before moving to pure Light anyways.”
“We’ll work our way up, and if I can’t keep up right away, then, well…” Zyraden shrugged. “I’ll just get better.”
Metal on metal, their weapons clash, Void and Light tossed every which way. Zyraden struck, swung, fired and dodged, weaving his steps like a dance. Kyanor moved like a martial artist, twirling his spear expertly, gaining on Zyraden with great offensive maneuvers. It forces Zyraden on the defense.
Then, the Light empowers the spear, and in a bold move, Kyanor sticks the weapon out enough to thwack Zyraden on the side of the head, knocking him over to the ground. He rolls, disoriented from it, and Kyanor descends upon him quickly, one fistful of Light in his free hand as he aims to slam it into the horrific Voidforge scars at the center of his chest. Zyraden rolls away in the nick of time, turning into black Sludge and manifesting into a humanoid on his toes.
“You’re holding back,” Kyanor says, twirling his spear as a taunt. “Is this the great Zyraden Emberblood? The man who would’ve taken on an entire army in the Voidforge Facility? This is all you got?”
Zyraden bristles, remaining on the defense. “I… I don’t want to hurt you.”
Kyanor barks a laugh. “Ohhh BROTHER! So you just want me to get you, but I’m not allowed to get got?”
“Come on Zyraden, get his ass!” Aliya cheers from the sidelines. “Quit letting him hit you!”
“Show me what you got, Z-blood!” Kyanor cackles. “Show me your might!”
Zyraden looks down at his ankle monitor. It beeps quietly, the light on the device blinking in tandem with his pulse. He looks back up in time for Kyanor to charge at him and blast him in the chest with the Light.
Zyraden skids back, flopping uselessly, feeling cold stone on his bare skin. Ronae and Aliya cheer for him to get up, trying desperately to hype him up. He can barely hear their words.
“Zyradennnnn!” Kyanor drawls. “I want to see some ACTION! Get up! Get up! Come on man, get up!”
“Get up!”
“Zyraden get up!”
Was this a good idea after all?
“Get out of your head, Zyraden!” Kyanor snaps. “Get out of there and FIGHT ME! Traumatize me, dude!”
Zyraden rolls his eyes, staggering to his feet. The Light chips away at his stamina, but they’re right. If he wants to win, he has to stop holding back.
When was the last time he didn’t hold back? Even with Lady Sunblade, there was still a part of him that didn’t let go.
His eyes darken, blackened veins framing them. The Void within swells, purging the Light inside of him. It burns as it does, the pain blurring into satisfaction. He straightens with power twisting within him, crawling up his muscles, pure Void pumping through his veins. Adrenaline spikes, and when he looks up at Kyanor, he’s taken a step back.
“Ohoho,” Kyanor laughs as the other two women cheer. He braces himself defensively now. “Now we’re fucking talking.”
Zyraden grins. “Don’t hold back.”
With that, he zips and zooms towards Kyanor, and within seconds, the air is covered in brilliant violets and golds, absorbing the two men completely.
Ronae (blood knight) and her little sister Aliya in 2015 vs. now in 2017. They’ve gotten over their sibling rivalry now, and are a little more older and geared to take on the world together.
@wanderersofazeroth :'D Anandor has a lot of freckles too, and I had always given Ronae freckles but never Aliya, so I felt like maybe the gene for frecks -should- have passed down to her too ^u^
Seaandra rode through the crimson and golden city, every twist and curve of her former home memorized like the back of her hand. The thundering sound of Tae'ka’s powerful hooves sounded off against the stone ground, and the commoners who saw the death knight coming parted ways for her to storm by. She hunched over on her steed, reins clenched tightly in her fist as she moved through the city, her ebon aura clashing with the bright city, and patches of frost left marked on the ground trailed behind her as she thundered by.
She cut through the Royal Exchange and into Farstriders’ Square, taking note of the larger number of guards that decided to populate the area at this time of day. The Blood Knights resided not so far away, and Seaandra wasted no time in getting there. She tugged at the reins, and Tae'ka came to a screeching halt, whinnying and reering in a dramatic fashion.
Azaera Daybrook, look for Azaera Daybrook, She repeated in her mind as she dismounted. The onlookers watched her with mixed faces of disgust and fear as she marched past them. She was used to those looks by now – being a death knight, you had to get used to it.
Seaandra strode through the grand building that housed various knights and their adepts, and was met with the cold glares of the guards who lined the walls. One Blood Knight, a youthful brunette with his hair tied into a short ponytail, made his way towards her, shoulders back and jaw jutted out with his thick brows furrowed together.
“What business have you here, undead?” He demanded, venom in his voice that may have been intimidating had he been older and with a deeper voice.
Seaandra stood unflinching, standing tall with just a few inches over than him. She didn’t have time for his attitude. “I’m here looking for Azaera Daybrook. I was summoned–”
“That’s Champion Daybrook to you,” He interrupted. “You will be careful to use the appropriate titles around here.”
Seaandra grit her teeth together and resisted the urge to shove him off the staircase. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by another voice.
“Knight Dawnsorrow!” The sharp voice cut in. The brunette nearly jumped out of his skin, and he scrambled for his composure, holding himself high and saluting as his face paled. The bearer of the voice stepped forward, a tall, strong woman who held herself with great pride and power. Long black hair was tied into a neat ponytail that flowed behind her, and felfire eyes glared at the young knight she had addressed. Her skin was fairly dark, tanned from the battles she’d seen in her lifetime, and close inspection saw various scars that marred her freckled skin. Her gaze, however, was one Seaandra found the most captivating. This woman was hardened, and Seaa could practically feel her power. There was something familiar about her as well, as if she’d seen the knight before, but couldn’t quite recall where.
“Y-Yes Champion!” Dawnsorrow said, his voice shaky as she stepped in, just a few feet away from the youth and the death knight.
“Have you any idea who you’re talking to?” She snapped. “This woman is to be treated with as much respect as I, perhaps even more.”
“But–”
“Do not question me, Rae'them. This is Lady Sunblade, know your place and mind your tongue, boy.”
He hung his head down in shame, and Seaandra had to suppress a smirk at the sight. Serves you right, she thought, turning her attention to the other.
“I was summoned here,” Seaandra began, folding her hands behind her back. “I was told to find Azaera Daybrook.”
The woman nodded and gave a short bow. “At your service.” She said. She waved a hand, motioning the death knight to follow.
“You’re here fairly late, I might say, Sunblade.” Azaera mused, glancing back at the death knight as they made their way down the elegant halls.
“I didn’t receive word of this until earlier this hour.” Seaandra snapped. “Else I would’ve been here sooner.”
“Fair enough.”
Azaera led her through the dimly lit building. Seaandra felt the other knights stare at her, and the feeling unnerved her more than it should. They descended down a few steps and made a turn to a secluded room. Blue lights lit the room and four guards lined the corners. At the back, several couches lay, arranged around the large table that had several books and maps on it. What caught her eye, however, was the fiery orange hair that clashed with the rest of the room’s aesthetic, and sitting on the couch with her wild curls spilling over her shoulders was a very shaken Aliya, cradling her knees to her chest.
“Aliya!” Seaandra gasped, taken aback at how the huntress looked so…broken. Aliya snapped her head up, tears in her eyes spilling down her cheeks.
“Auntie Seaa!” Aliya cried out, leaping off the couch and rushing towards the death knight. The young huntress collided into her, prompting an “oomf” to emit from the death knight. They embraced each other, and Seaandra cradled Aliya close to her. Azaera watched them solemnly, allowing them some time before she’d begin speaking again.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner, Ali, I’m so glad you’re alright.” Seaandra murmured.
“They took Nae-Nae, I-I can’t believe they took her, Seaa t-they took her away…”
Aliya’s voice cracked, and she fell silent, sobbing quietly against Seaandra’s chestplate. Seaandra felt something inside her churn, and all she could do was hug Aliya tightly.
“They’re not going to keep her, I swear to it.” Seaandra declared, turning to look at the blood knight beside them. “Azaera, what do you know about Ronae?”
Azaera straightened, waving a hand for Seaandra to follow to the center of the room. “If word was delivered to you properly, then you should be in possession of a folder regarding the Dawnstrider’s Regime.”
Seaandra nodded, patting Aliya’s back before gently unwrapping her arms from around her. Aliya moved away, wiping her face with her forearm. Seaandra glided over to the table at the center, pulling out the folder she received from her comrade. “Forgive me, I haven’t looked through it yet. Was too busy getting over here as fast as I could.”
“Fair enough,” Azaera replied quietly, opening up the folder she had. “When we made our investigations this morning, all signs pointed towards the Dawnstriders. Lord Viridiel, as we know, is not one to enter escapades personally, rather, sending out his men to work for him.”
Azaera picked up a different folder, one that was cleaner and newer than the others. She pulled out several photographs and handed it to the death knight. “Aliya and Ronae’s house is currently closed and being investigated by our finest officers. Most of their belongings seemed to have already been put in storage, and whatever was out in the main room has been damaged in one way or another.”
Seaandra shifted through the photographs, furrowing her brows and grinding her teeth as she saw the mess. The outside of their home was littered with shattered glass of the windows and pottery. The front door had been torn from its hinges and hung loosely, a trail of blood smeared on the floor inside and outside the home. The furniture suffered from tears and cuts by the blades of various weapons during the struggle, and several chairs were flipped over atop the mess. It was clear that there was a fight, and while Seaandra felt utterly disgusted that anyone would do this to her niece, she couldn’t help but feel just a little proud that Ronae put up a fight.
“While it was difficult to narrow down suspects, we did find something the assailants left behind.”
Seaandra glanced back at the champion as she pulled out a broken piece of armor. It appeared to be a part of a bracer, and on it was the familiar symbol of a setting sun. Dawnstrider.
“I’m not surprised,” Seaandra said quietly, looking over the armor piece. “Gives me all the more reason to spill those fuckers’ blood.”
“Auntie Seaa,” Aliya squeaked, her voice small and timid, a tone Seaandra had never heard before, least not in her voice. “We have to tell Minn'da somehow.”
Azaera’s face lit up at the mention. “Actually, I meant to ask you about her,” She chimed in. “Lady Sunblade, have you received any word from your sister whatsoever?”
“During the few months that she’s been out?” Seaandra waved her hand irritably. “Not at all. I’ve been sending her letters, and it’s too damn expensive to hire a mage to send a message across another world. For all I know she could be dead.”
“Auntie!”
Seaandra froze, and raised her hands in surrender. “I’m sorry Liya, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Well let’s be honest here, that is a possibility after all.” Azaera stated, setting down the folders she held. “We tracked down which regime she should’ve been in by the time she reached Draenor. Commander Krauul of Orgrimmar should’ve been leading her squad, and if all went well, she’d be in his garrison.”
Seaandra quirked a brow at this, a faint glimmer of hope blossoming in her chest. It felt warm, and its life was quick and fleeting before she killed it off, crushing its warm essence as quickly as it had appeared. It’s stupid to give into a false sense of hope, and she’d not allow herself to be weak again.
“Well?”
“Well, Commander Krauul has been reported missing in action since his airship landed at the Blasted Lands. The whereabouts of his squad is unknown, only a handful of his men and women have shown up.”
Seaandra’s brow twitched, and she struggled to suppress her anger. “I see.” She growls through gritted teeth, her hands clenching and unclenching. Since his airship landed…
“Traces of Krauul have been difficult to track. We suspect he may have fallen in battle, but investigations are still under way–”
Seaandra snarled, and in a quick outburst of anger, slamming her fists on the table just before tossing the surface over. All the documents and photos that littered the table spilled to the ground as the table fell, and the guards around held up their shields and glaives in ready. Azaera and Aliya jumped back a bit at the outburst, and Seaandra leaned dangerously close to the Blood Knight.
“Three months!” Seaandra shouted, staring up at Azaera. “They’ve been gone for three months, and only now you’re telling me that this Krauul is gone?!”
Azaera’s lips curled back in a sneer, and she shoved Seaandra back, waving at the guards to stay in their position. “You do well to mind your tone with me, Death Knight!”
“Oh, yeah, sure, my dearest and sincerest apologies,” Seaandra mocked, her body coiling in and ready to lunge at any moment. “I’ve been stressing and waiting for news on my sister this whole time, and you give me this shit?”
“The situation is under control—“
“Whose control?” Seaandra demanded, swiftly closing the distance between her and the other knight. Aliya took a step forward, clearly wanting to help, but is quickly ushered away by one of the guards.
“A-Auntie Seaa, Champion, please don’t fight!” Aliya shouts, shoving the guard away from her. Seaandra shot her a glance, teeth bared in rage.
“Stay out of it, Liya!” The death knight demanded. “This don’t concern you at the moment!”
“Get the girl out of here this instant!” Azaera commanded. Two guards fell immediately to Aliya’s sides and guided her out of the room, shutting the doors behind them. The remaining two closed in, shields raised and ready to take down the death knight should the situation grow more unstable.
“Just what has your Order even been doing these months?”
Azaera straightened her posture, looking down her nose at the death knight. She held a good four inches or so over Seaandra, but not even the height difference deterred the infuriated undead. “You’d best drop that tone if you want anything from me, Lady Sunblade. I offer my aid to you and to the search of Ronae’s whereabouts. Do not get distracted.”
“I don’t think I’ve made this clear, Daybrook,” The death knight says, tilting her head to the side. “But I’ve been waiting days and nights, weeks, months for any sort of news on my sister. And this aid you speak of? If you were going to be useful, I should have been notified much sooner! I hardly think you understand!”
“So what you mean to tell me is that you and your family are of higher importance?” Azaera scoffed. “That you’d have to make it to our priority list?”
“That’s not what I’m saying you Light-ridden bitch.” Seaandra spat. “Three months, for Light’s sake, three months when you could have sent out a simple letter stating the disappearance of Krauul’s battalion!”
Azaera snarled, reaching out and seizing the death knight’s shoulders. Seaandra lashed out, wrapping her hands around the paladin’s neck. Azaera stepped back, grabbing onto Seaandra’s arms and forcibly twisting them at the joint of her shoulders. Seaandra let out a shout, and Azaera moved swiftly without hesitation, twirling the death knight’s arms over her head until Seaa’s body had turned, back facing the paladin. Azaera released her, crouching briefly before springing up and kicked her, her plated foot connecting with the death knight’s spine. Seaandra fell to the ground, scrambling back away from the knight as Azaera unsheathed her sword.
“Pathetic!” Azaera shouted. “This is Sylvanas’s supposed champion? This is the prime example of a death knight? This is what the Forsaken have been bragging about?! An uncontrolled disaster? Reckless behavior? What a pity!”
Seaandra stood to her feet, rolling her shoulders back angrily. “You’re nothing to me, paladin.”
“You’ve been reduced to nothing faster than you could even muster that thought in your rotting brain.”
Seaandra hunched over, striking her animalistic stance as Azaera raised her sword. “This is pointless, Sunblade.”
“Of all the things on Azeroth that are pointless, yes, sure, perhaps this is.” Seaandra retorted. “My point, however, still remains. My family… my nieces, they – we deserve justice! You should have told me!”
Seaandra leaped at the other, this time more calculated. Azaera held her sword tightly, turning her wrist so that the sword’s edge pointed directly at the death knight. Seaandra ducked, keeping close the ground as she swooped to the back of the blood knight. Azaera whirled around, swiftly bringing her sword down. The intent of the movement was not to kill, but rather, incapacitate, but Seaandra would not take chances. She seized Azaera’s wrists, pressing down on her veins until the pressure point forced the knight to involuntarily release the sword. Seaandra rose to her full height, kicking the sword aside and raising her fists. Azaera faltered slightly, only because she had not been expecting that outcome, but straightened her posture and held her ground firmly. The blood knight stood on her toes, her hands curled into loose fists, raised to the sides of her temples. They curled like paws, and felfire eyes glared at the death knight, watching as Seaandra planted the bottoms of her feet to the ground, head kept low and arms out, talons extended and ready for the leap.
“You’re not the only person who matters here, Sunblade,” Azaera said evenly, following Seaandra’s movements as they began to circle each other.
“Neither are you.”
Seaandra lashed out, frost coating her armor in cold rage. Snowflakes fell over both knights, and Seaandra swung her claws at the blood knight, only for them to be blocked by a swift move. Azaera countered with a quick hand, stepping forward to strike at the death knight’s collarbone. Seaandra ducked, bending her knees and launching herself off the ground, grabbing at Azaera’s torso and tackling her to the ground. The moment they fell, the guards quickly closed in, swords drawn and aimed at the death knight.
Azaera struggled under the iron grip of the other, her pulse quickening. She pulled her hand free and summoned the Light to her aid, blasting the death knight with a vivid display of gold. Seaandra shouted in pain as the holy magic threw her across, landing on top of the overturned table. The guards held their massive shields up to protect the blood knight as she rose to her feet.
“You… You are in the place of the Light, Sunblade…” Azaera growled as she stood. “You will behave yourself, or allow the Light to cast its judgement upon you.”
Seaandra stayed on the ground, teeth grit and keeping silent, despite the horrid burning she felt on her skin. “You know you’re wrong, Daybrook. Tell me you know.”
Azaera said nothing, simply gathering whatever documents had fallen during the encounter. “You’re not the only one who suffered from this, Seaandra. Countless other families haven’t heard from their loved ones since the war began. This is no different.”
“Then why haven’t you said anything?” Seaandra demanded, rising to her feet. “This isn’t right! They deserve to know what’s happened to them!”
“I’m not in control of what information goes where. We cannot reveal such information if it isn’t a solid answer. Until we can find evidence that our knowledge is in fact true, we cannot risk spreading false information.” Azaera sighed. “Guards, step aside, please. If she becomes hostile again, restrain her. I won’t deal with another outburst like that again.”
The guards obeyed and retreated to the dark of the room once more. Azaera stepped forward and picked up the other documents around Seaandra. “Around here, you are easy to kill, Sunblade. We aren’t your enemies, but by the Light we will be if you keep this up.”
Seaandra grit her teeth together, holding back the vile and snide comments that threatened to surface. Azaera looked through the photos again before gently placing them back in their folders. “I’ll excuse this outburst, though this damage to our property would’ve cost you.”
The Blood Knight cleared her throat, standing tall once more as she faced Seaandra. “The Dawnstriders are a difficult group to manage, and their multiple attacks on both factions has caught the attention of the Regent Lord as well. They hadn’t made any direct attacks on Quel’thalas, however, until this morning. We can assume that they are vast in numbers, but we still know little to nothing on them or their whereabouts. The Forsaken are willing to lend their troops to help us locate Lord Dawnstrider, and we are awaiting a reply on Stormwind’s account of the ordeal. We cannot allow them to continue their acts of violence and terrorism.”
Seaandra tilted her head to the side, narrowing her eyes as she watched the other speak carefully. “Why?”
“I think you know why, Sunblade.” Azaera replied evenly. “They’re a threat to all of us. We have no power in deciding their fate unless we are given direct orders. Now is our chance.”
The blood knight held the folder up with an eyebrow raised. “The law requires that we release these photos to the public by the end of today. By tomorrow, anyone who picks up the paper in Silvermoon will know the details of this event. By the end of this week, the news should reach the capital city. The writers will be wording it in a way that will sway the public’s affection towards Aliya, and the sympathy in the people should be enough to stir inspiration to find these culprits. We’ll gather more information on the whereabouts of the Dawnstrider Regime and keep you updated.”
The death knight nodded, taking in the information. “I… I can respect that. Thank you… I’m sorry about… yeah.”
Azaera bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement. “I’ll put in a word with the higher ranks about your sister. I will certainly not promise any results, nor any confirmation that we will put effort into finding a single person, especially when our priorities lie elsewhere, but I can promise you that you have my sympathy.” She handed the folder to one of the guards and waved him away. “And for the love of the Light, please rejuvenate my hope that you aren’t some reckless soldier who bought their way into a higher position.”
“I could’ve killed you if I wanted to.”
“And you clearly wanted to. And couldn’t. Think before you act, and control yourself, Sunblade. Never let your emotions control your thought.” She leaned in, lowering her voice as she held Seaandra’s gaze. “And never, ever let anyone control your emotions. Not me, not the Blood Knights, not those Dawnstriders, no one. Those are yours, not for anyone to manipulate.”
Seaandra had attempted to glare back at her, but she wore a defeated look. She was right, painfully so, and those words echoed in her head again and again. She could certainly see the ideals Ronae had been learning, and a tiny part of her was proud of that fact.
Not that she’d admit that out loud. They’re still wrong, somehow.
Seaandra rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck. “So… What now then?”
“We gather our forces and make haste to finding Lord Viridiel. You and Aliya will be given housing close with the Blood Knight Order so that we can keep close watch. Aliya may need covering before reporters decide to pry for personal information. They’ll do anything for a good story. Once a rescue mission is arranged, we will have you within the attack force to find Ronae. For now, Aliya needs you. We’ll take care of the details.”
Seaandra nodded, saluting to Azaera before darting out of the room. Aliya jumped off the bench she was seated on and hugged her aunt tightly, sobbing softly in her arms. She held her niece closely, something inside her churning in rage. She’s tired of losing so much, and seeing Aliya, such a strong, young girl stripped of everything she was snapped something in the death knight. Seaandra would not stand for this, would not stand for losing yet another member of her family, not like this.
Not to him.
You can take my life, take my soul if you want it. Burn it, step on it, twist it, see if I care. But lay a finger on any of my nieces, and I will show you a path of anguish so great that even Death itself fears.
11, 34, and 84 for neo'la!! (and 32 and 43 for aliya because she is my precious sunshine child and i love her)
WoW OC Ask Meme!
Lady Neo’la Sunblade
11. How do they fit in with the gender roles and expectations within their culture?
She fits in as expected! Neo’la has absolutely no problem with being a woman, and proudly flaunts it. Born and raised as a high class noble, it was expected of her to keep up the greatest of appearances and to always present herself as aesthetically pleasing as possible (she and her twin Seaandra were treated like shit and like decorations tho) But these old habits die hard, and Neo’la still finds herself to this day dressing up and pretty. She works as a tailor, which means personalized dresses and gowns also, and she does her best as a mother. She almost fits the kind of stay-at-home mom type, but work sometimes requires her to be out and about. She fits the gender norm pretty well tbh, but she’s not unhappy with it, she likes it.
34. What is their favorite place in Azeroth, Outland, or Draenor?
In Azeroth, she always loves Eversong Woods and Silvermoon City, but because she was born and raised there, she’s naturally biased so we aren’t counting that one. She’s become very fond of Mulgore for its peaceful pastures and terrain, but the Jade Forest in Pandaria is certainly a treasure for her, despite being lost in it numerous times before.
Neo’la has only been to Outland twice, but Nagrand is definitely her favorite place. She’s also always wanted to go into Oshu’gan, but never had the opportunity to do so.
In Draenor, she is currently stuck up there away from home. But she has been blown away by the beauty of such a world, and its difficult to choose a favorite. Gorgrond has some nice places, and she adores the aesthetic Skyreach possesses, but Shadowmoon Valley has stuck on her. The view, the dark, the sky, all of it speaks measures to her, and often she would get distracted from her missions just looking at the landscape. Talador is her second favorite, and she has yet to go to Nagrand.
84. Where were they and what were they doing when Deathwing shattered the world?
GOOD QUESTION. She was probably just at home with her daughters Andria and Sonya, teaching them some methods of tailoring while their other sisters (Ronae and Aliya) were out doing stuff, and Anandor at work. They were in Silvermoon, safe and sound, aside from some earthquakes and unusual weather patterns. Aliya got the worst end of the Cataclysm tho lol. I don’t think Deathwing really affected the blood elves’ home much, so nothing too big happened to them aside from major hysteria and panic.
Aliya Suntreader
32. What kind of weather do they like? Hate? What sort of temperatures do they manage the best? The worst?
The fun thing about Aliya is that she adapts very well to any sort of weather! As a hunter, she has to, and traveling around Azeroth for good game has allowed her to endure some weird weather. Excessive heat is a nono however, and with lots of hair to deal with, it doesn’t help her to keep cool. And also, if you wish to keep your hand, don’t take her to deserts. Springtime weather is her favorite, not so hot, not so cold, but she has also taken a great liking to rain. Humid climates suit her best, she can do well in colder climates, though she’ll need some thicker jackets and gloves for that. Heat irritates her tho.
43. What part of history would they most like to go back and witness or experience?
First off, you’d need to give Aliya approximately 2 and a half hours coming up with a good answer to that. She’s a nerd, and loves history, and wouldn’t really know what to look at. She might go back to see Illidan steal from the Well of Eternity and watch the rise of the high elves, since it is her heritage and history. She would even like to visit some of King Varian’s past too, watch the downfall of Onyxia at least. But also she’s immensely curious about the druids, and would probably go back to see the formation of the Cenarion Circle and all that. Anything on Malfurion or Cenarius, she would definitely love to see.
And then for every name you get in your askbox, you must fill out the following character profile for said oc:
Aliya is my sweet summer child :’)
Full Name: Aliya Suntreader
Gender and Sexuality: Female ; still questioning orientation, probably asexual
Pronouns: She/Her
Ethnicity/Species: Blood elf!
Birthplace and Birthdate: Born Silvermoon City and I feel ashamed for forgetting her bday. Pretty sure it was August 8 but I’ll have to double check lmao sorry Liya D:
Guilty Pleasures: Guilty? Ha! Aliya doesn’t feel guilty for loving what she loves! (She sorta does, it lingers in the back of her mind. Thing is, she’s not like your typical elven girl. She doesn’t like dressing up, doesn’t like attending formal events or dances or any of that. She wouldn’t even be caught dead in a dress. She thrives in the wild, and loves getting down and dirty with the hunt, she lives for the wind blowing through her hair while she sits in a tea, not political gossip and snobbish tea)
Phobias: Lava and fire. She was in the Barrens when the Cataclysmw began, and she couldn’t get out soon enough. Her body is marred with horrid burn scars from Deathwing’s destruction on the Barrens, and she nearly died that day. She still has flashbacks to it every now and then, and looking at anything resembling the fire and lava she saw will set her off.
What They Would Be Famous For: Not much, since she’s still a kid pretty much (she’s equivalent to 16ish). Though she would claim it’d be either because she wrestled a bear and won, or when she beat a worgen at arm wrestling.
What They Would Get Arrested For: Firing arrows at commoners’ bags and satchel while they’re walking down the street. Or releasing a bunch of animals out of nowhere.
OC You Ship Them With: Eh I don’t really ship her with anyone of my OCs at least. I mean the closest I can get is Talak, which is her best friend (a troll Hunter) He and Aliya go hunting together, and are pretty much inseparable, but it’s purely platonic. Platonic shipping ftw
OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Viridiel Dawnstrider. Neo'la was supposed to marry Viridiel, as it had been arranged by their parents for a century, but she fell in love with Anandor and married him instead. Viridiel saw Neo as nothing but an object, a prize to be won, referring to her his “birthright” and that she belonged to him. When Anandor and her ran away, he became incredibly pissed off and called Anan a thief, and even killed Neo’s father in his anger. For the past 80 years, Viridiel has been trying to track down Neo'la and her family to win back what was “rightfully his”, and if he needs to get her through her daughters, then so be it. (Actually, in my current plotline (still in the works) Viridiel has managed to kidnap Ronae (Aliya’s older sister) and they are currently trying to locate Ronae and Viridiel’s whereabouts)
Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Adventure, horror and mystery. Anything to make her sit at the edge of her seat while reading. But also she enjoys reading philosophy and studies of nature. She loves reading and learning.
Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: When the good guys are getting their butts kicked, then suddenly grow incredibly powerful because of “friendship”. Also when a character dies and suddenly the mournful tears bring them back to life. She hates them so much.
Talents and/or Powers: Archery is her prime skill. She isn’t connected with the Light (this she’s upset about because her father, sister, aunt and brother were paladins and her mother a priest) but she inherited a slight connection to magical like arcane and fire. She doesn’t use fire magic anymore since Cata for reasons I mentioned earlier. Stealth and speed are her strengths, as well as her deep connection with nature and animals. Her ability to bond with animals is incredible, and also frightening. (Imagine: You’re a mom, making dinner, your daughter comes home, fluffy orange hair a mess, mud on her trousers, a sack of meat on her back and a fucking tiger from Stranglethorn. How do you react?)
Why Someone Might Love Them: She doesn’t care what other people say about her. She’s focused on living her life and being happy and free. She’s a free spirit that can’t possibly be tamed, and her cheery optimism is contagious at times.
Why Someone Might Hate Them: Sometimes, when she stops caring, it becomes problematic. She’s a potty mouth and has a big attitude, and is the person to throw down and square up given any provocation. She can and will fight you, and will cause havoc just because she’s bored. For those who know Seaandra, Aliya kind of emulates her personality, though it’s much more tame of course. Aliya can be obnoxious, offensive and oblivious, and she’s pissed off many many people as a result.
How They Change: When she was younger, Aliya hated being around her family. She felt they were too clingy and needy and kept trying to change her. She was the third child out of five, and it was crowded and busy at home, and she always tried to find excuses to get out. When her brother died, she changed drastically, and regretted not spending enough time with him. Things fell downhill when she lost her father and two sisters, and now, to her, family is extremely important. She loves them, and she feels it’s important to acknowledge that you love them and show it, because you’ll never know when you’ll lose them.
Why You Love Them: Aliya is literally everything I want to be. She’s strong, she’s free, and she’s wild. That’s a big part of her character. She herself is pretty much an animal, and the society she lives in just isn’t for her. She bonds more with the orcs, trolls and tauren than anything, and she doesn’t give a shit. She just lives her life, and does whatever makes her happy, and it’s that strength she has that I love.
