I would like to nominate Alexa for your event. She was my very first friend in the Tumblr WoW RP community when I joined 3 years ago. She is a very special friend of mine and she has always gone out of her way to be kind an caring to others. I have never met anyone as humble and sweet as her. When she's out of contact with friends, she always goes out of her way to check in on them and make sure they're doing okay and even leaves them nice messages to read. I'm one of the people who constantly disappears from tumblr but even though we don't talk much lately, she continues to leave me nice messages, even when I'm late to respond and honestly it's the extra mile she goes that just warms my heart. She really is the greatest. I can never speak highly enough of her and I wish I did as much for her as she does for me and everyone else she knows.
It sounds like this person is exactly what we need. Let’s remember to cheer the quiet ones, who support in silence, but undoubtedly are the ones holding us together! I hope you like my gift to you on your friend’s behalf -- I love pink hair and she was a joy to draw. <3
Heyooo! I’ve officially run out of a sub on WoW SO to keep myself entertained, I’m moving my rp back to tumblr / skype / discord. So I’mma roll ya’ll my girls and please please please send Addthem stuff or plan rp with me because it would make me very happy and if not I will be insanely bored so. Please. lol. I’m down for d20 style adventures too if you want. Anything really. Small plot development or big, idc. I just want stuff to write about.
Aminth Elnonore
Sin’dorei Journalist / Researcher / Writer
Cross Faction Friendly
Looking For: Adventure, Business, Friendships, Possible Love Interest. General Contact.
Face Claim: (still working on it) Lily May Mac for now though
Link: @aminth-elnonore
Addylyn Kypari Sagebloom
Kaldorei Druidess - Restoration
Cross Faction Friendly
Looking For: Adventures, Friendships, Possible Love Interest. General Contact.
Face Claim: Bee (ig: melvnin)
Link: @addylynksagebloom (YES I CHANGED HER URL OKKKK)
Lynori Zaanr’Jaeneaianes
Sin’dorei Huntress
Rarely Cross Faction Friendly - May try to attack
Looking For: Adventures/Missions, Relationships (Maybe Friendships or More?). General Contact.
Face Claim: Levy Tran
Link: @lynori-zanjae
May be adding more gals to this eventually. Wanna lay down their concepts fully in my head first. If you are interested with roleplaying with them despite their experimental design, feel free to pm me about them. I will list them below.
Trixilex “Trix” Boltbutton - Goblin Warrior
Jovira “Jo” Heartwood - Sin’dorei Priestess In Training (Mentor would be lit, if you wanna train her hmu because i mostly have her nailed down)
Nymaraei “Nym” Mossflower - Kaldorei (or Sin’dorei, not sure) Monk with a TWIST
Please share and if you wanna rp, just send me a message or ask or literally anything ok?
i got bored (while waiting on the phone with financial aid) and decided to doodle how my rp chatacters would sign their names and why. @lynori-zanjae - she's not into fancy cursive lettering at all. she is blunt and to the point. hence why her letters are all capitalized and narrow. no space for error. @illirelle-cinderwither - she came from a former royal house of high elves thus it is no surprise her name is quite elegant. cinderwither is the most pronounced and most elaborate to extend on the royalty of her house name. @aminth-elnonore - her name is cutesy and sort of bubbly, like her personality. however, her autograph varies greatly from her note taking font which can be rather unorganized and unattractive (or illegible). @theronaekal - her name is in all lower case and isn't extravagant in cursiveness. she doesnt put emphasis on those aspects of life and instead prefers to be fairly simple and see through (hence legibility). they're not perfect and i'm missing one (new character coming soon? :o) but i thought it was kind of fun tbh.
Last night was one helluva doozy for this little Paladin. From getting her House Guards to allow her to make it to an event last night, all the way to her managing to escape from everyone for some air. As always, every story had an in between, and every story has an ending.. Hers ended with the face of an old flame.
Morning came around once again, and Phaeith awakened in her own bed, when she should have went back to the Infirmary, to rest. Awakening at the crack of dawn, she slowly tossed herself over the side of the bed to sit with her toes grazing the ground, fingers coiling into the bottom of the mattress, and an old, over sized shirt that was scented with sandalwood draped over herself.
As of late, she hasn’t seen Vallesta. All of yesterday she assumed that he would have come by, and he never did. Not once, did she sense or feel his presence, and the loneliness outside of her door nearly broke her heart. In the time she used to reminisce over fresh yet old and worn memories with a good friend, it also fed her the strength to completely pull herself out of bed and walk into her luxurious bathroom.
The first thing that she did was run the shower, and run the sink water. As the two large sources of fluid spewed heated and clear liquid, steam began to cloud the bathroom. It was almost like a self-made sauna, plus some. It was something that comforted her- no. She lost herself in her thoughts, glaring down at the sink. “I am going to kill whoever took you, Son.” Deadly poisoned words that drenched her tongue, emerald tainted eyes leveling up to the mirror..
Doing so took her aback. She hasn’t seen herself in weeks. Her own body, she has not seen it. Her locks seemed almost lifeless and dreary, cheeks at a loss of it’s youthful and natural rosy pigment, with scars and open wounds that riddled her entire form. Through the over sized shirt that hung like a dress around her form, blood began to seep through the front, and her knees immediately buckled. She dropped down, elbows catching herself on the sink, head bobbing to the right..
Something was manifesting her wounds. Something was inside of her, purging her, and she had not the first clue of it. Her once holy infused ruin that smothered over her left shoulder began to glow a deep and devious purple, which also inflicted more pain than she knew. On the marble floor she laid, hands holding her head. “..B.. B.. BELORE!” She roared out to herself, crying into the palms of her dainty hands.
Blood was leaking from her in almost every open wound, and the sad part was that her once beloved Lion, and Eldrin both attempted to fix her up last night. She went through constant sessions of magic, and it all eased her. She never once figured that it was going to turn around and bite her in the ass. The magic seemed to harm her more, than help her. The light magic that was used on her, began to eat her up inside, and her veins burned. Loud screaming and howling came from her room, likely awakening or calling any servants to her door with curious, and helpless intent. What could they do? Their Lady was curled up in a ball on the floor, bleeding out.
Whatever she went through, was so extreme that it knocked her out completely. Hours passed on by, and she awakened back inside of the House’s Infirmary. Aminth was not too far away. In fact, she was perhaps three feet away, delved into a book as she played the waiting game for Phaeith.
It was all a haze for her. However, the quick weariness from first awakening washed off of her form, and all of the pain came back. Her eyes dropped to her exposed arms and legs, for, her form was now in a nursery gown, and not a big shirt!
Her veins were a disgusting purple and black, almost as if a virus was beginning to eat her up from the inside. Something that was not new, though. Something that was awaiting to kick start, and now, it did. Suddenly, new shadow runes began to draw a map along her form, almost as if there was someone in another realm drawing on her body with magic. The pain was excessive and dreadful. It felt like a ticking time bomb that constantly relapsed, and her heart grew weaker and weaker every single time.
The time she spent in the Manor was at a loss of memory, for all she recalled was being beat, knocked out, mended, beat, knocked out, fed, and mended again- it was a horrific cycle. The torture that they put her through, the words that seeded into her mind. The faith that they stripped from her in all but a few weeks, ate her from the inside. There was no light inside of her body to fight back with the shadow magic that was embedded into her being, to corrupt her.
She instead laid there taking it, watching as her open wounds swirled and burned with a purple fluid. Her eyes in a burning haze, suddenly, a burning and foreign sensation began to lapse through her mind. It forced her to arch her back at the pain and howl out, nails digging into the palms of her own hands. So hard that they forced blood out of them, that ran down her forearms and dripped off of her elbows.
Aminth? What could she do, all but stare in utter shock and terror? - No, she found some type of strength, and began pulling books out of the blue, likely trying to look something up. “M-M-Mom!” She scrambled for words, dropping all of the books she had gathered up, only to run to Phaeith’s side. “P-P-Please f-f-f-fight it.” Innocent young eyes drowned in eye stinging tears, heaving and panting some to herself.
Right as Phaeith began to completely lose her faith in the light.. Aminth spoke up. Her voice reflected into the most inflicted parts of her heart, a battle that she was losing. However, as Aminth cried out and she stared at her, it began to give her a drive. First Aminth, then Lucian, the entire House, Velerodra and.. Symmaril. Their talk last night, and the way everyone stood together last night began to burn a hot light into the void that was corrupting her form, causing her to bleed out of her nostrils.
Black ichor liquid snaked out of her nostrils, eyes rolling into the back of her head as the woman shook violently in the little hospice bed that she laid in. A battle that one could see, however, they were missing the entire fight. Inside of her, it was light to shadow, and the shadow was winning. It was contaminating her in all of the worst ways, and her light was barely existent.. Then..
“I never stopped...” Rung through her head from a ghastly and familiar voice, forcing a rhythmic drive to explode from her. Just like that, her hues coated themselves with holy magic, as any new runes that pigmented her skin began to break, and slowly disappear. Her entire body became a shell of light, swirling and tackling the corruption that defiled her.
It might have not been faith in the light, however, it was certainly love that drove her. Love that stemmed off of other people. Zaralyn’s protective nature, Alanas brotherly love, Aminth’s daughterly love, Symmaril’s honesty, Velerodra’s unconditional kindness; Lucian’s innocence, and the House’s strength all at once.. It all motivated her to fight back. It all gave her the strength and want, to pull herself out of her self wallowing pit of terror and hurt.
This was not a quick nor easy process, the light that flooded her was fighting a weak fight- though, it was strong enough to win. Her magic began to cleanse and rid herself from the taint, dots of holy magic smothering the darkest parts of her person, to resurrect the lost life. Something emotional, rather than physical..
What felt like long hours could have passed by for anyone who standbys, until Phaeith finally dropped tiredly into the bed with drowsy eyes looking up at Aminth. Rosy cheeks affiliated with her features once more, wounds collectively coming to a close, as her eyes began to be fueled with a certain type of drive only a Mother could have. No words came from her, though, she did slowly reach a hand out to rest it atop Aminth’s own, breaking down into tears.
Many of you know that Aminth is magicless. However, I feel as if I have done no justice in explaining why she is the fearless commoner that she is and that is due in part to feeling like it wasn’t a problem but also to lack of lore knowledge to back it up. However, I have made friends within a guild that have helped me nail down her theory and reasonings more.
Aminth was born prematurely and almost immediately left at an orphanage as her mother, a simple bar maiden, was unable to provide for her the life she felt Aminth needed. Thus, given her prematurity, she was born with a mental disability of sorts that has put a block on her magical ability. She knows much about it from her studies; however, she has yet to be able to conjure any sort of ability for it due to the mental block. After some time of trying, although not too hard as she was discouraged from how easily her trainers and mentors made it look, she quit trying and resigned herself to learning about the magics and anything else she could about the world of Azeroth. The mental disability also manifested itself in her speech impediment (her stuttering). Her being born prematurely is also part of the reason she uses glasses and has since she was little: her eyes didn’t fully develop.
I will hopefully have some stories coming regarding Aminth’s past (including her time at the orphanage and her later adoption), a former love interest, and possibly more. Thanks for all the love yall show her. She appreciates it. <3
A strawberry colored head bobbed about the cobblestone streets of Silvermoon City. For those who knew her, she was easily pointed out in a crowd. And for those who didn’t. Who could possibly miss that head of pink hair? Regardless, the Sin’dorei smiled softly, plush and pink lips closed as she headed toward the library. She seemed distracted. Or perhaps on a mission...
The elf’s ink-stained fingers reached into a small pouch that was held in a pocket of her black backpack. She stopped, moving to the side of the path and peering into the small bag. The easy smile on her face widened for a moment before she looked up and closed the bag again. When she continued moving, it was quite obvious to any bystander that she was excited for whatever was in that pouch.
Her black skirt rustled softly, flowing in the light breeze as she walked forward before her mint green gaze landed on a familiar face. Without hesitation, the girl’s ears perked up and her smile brightened, her pearly teeth beaming as she walked up to the other.
“H-Hey Ilafae. I’m s-surprised you’re in t-t-town!” The girl’s hand instinctively went to push her glasses up and tuck hair behind her ear as she beamed up at the monk friend.
Characteristics:
Name: Aminth Elnonore
Nick Name: Mint or Minty
Race: Sin’Dorei
Profession: Reporter, Writer, and Columnist for Silvermoon Sun Times
Age: Looks barely 20 ;; 20 equivalent
Eyecolor: Mint Green
Height: 5′4.5″
Body Shape: Tiny
Birthplace: Unknown
Residence: Silvermoon City
Status: Single
Face Claim: Elle Fanning
Physical Description:
Aminth is obviously a very small elf, very pale in color with strawberry-blonde hair. Her hair, usually kept back with pens or her glasses, swoops elegantly across her small forehead from right to left. Her hair cascades in soft waves to her shoulders, just barely brushing them. Her hair frames her young, still slightly chubby face, covered with multitudes of light freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her pale, creamy skin is a result of her lack of sunlight, as most times she is locked inside reading or writing, and has never had to do battle. Her lips are always pink and plush, seeming to match her juvenile face. Her glasses are large and square in frame shape, black in color, and have small carvings on the sides.
Her frame is very small height-wise, standing heads under others of her race. Her build is thin, containing small amounts of fat but even less muscle. In fact, most times she looks sickly, her skin a very light tone. When flustered, her cheeks and ears get pink or, when extremely embarrassed, red, her light tone making it very noticeable. Her large, mint colored eyes, framed by thick dark eyelashes works against her, making her face seem small and gaunt.
Aminth very commonly has ink on her fingers, hands, arms, and sometimes even her cheeks.
Clothes:
Aminth prefers simple clothes, sticking to basic colored dresses or skirt and blouse combinations. She strongly dislikes wearing things on her hands, even rings. Most of her dresses and skirts are long, reaching her ankles. Her blouses can be short sleeve or long sleeve, she has no true preference in this aspect. Her main colors are basic ones (whites, blacks, grays, and blues) although if she does wear color, it will be pastel or light colors (light pink, light purple, light blue, etc). She wears virtually no jewelry, especially not rings or bracelets. She likes necklaces, but has never purchased one.
She always has a small or medium sized backpack on her back, carrying multiple books, a small blanket that’s been folded, and her new friend, Neyalia.
Quirks:
Aminth stutters frequently. She also has to push her glasses up commonly, due to their size. When confused or unsure on a subject, her eyes get really wide and she blinks a lot. When focusing on a book or concentrating, she occasionally twirls her hair, a pen, fiddles with the edge of the page, and chews on her lips. Recently, she scritches behind the ears of Neyalia.
Personality:
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