#avenarri

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So.. Its not perfect.. or anywhere near the best in the world. But this is my first attempt with brush pens or ever working with them.. and I’m proud as fuck for at least trying something new! Any tips or pointers would be GREAT if any of you artists out there know any shit about this. But this is my Draebaby here, Avenarri.. Just doing simple shit to try and get the hang of how the colors blend and all that =)

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My last one for the night.. I SWEAR.. Probably more tomorrow though while I take this wild ride of learning this BS. @avenarri again XD LOL

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Character Sheet

Name: Avenarri

Birthplace: Mac’Aree, Argus

Age: Ancient ( 20,000+)

Race: Draenei

Class: Hunter

Face Likeness: Salma Hayek

Platforms I RP on: World of Warcraft & Tumblr (mostly this)

Types of RP Preferred: Anything really. But I mostly live for adventure and story driven RP. And organic and flowing RP is a must.. I literally cannot force RP to happen.

Type of RP that I won’t do: Rape, certain kinks (just ask), ERP for the sake of ERP. 

What I’m looking for: Looking for obvious contact (at least on tumblr). Any contact really. Asks... Send me all of them. I need them in order to develop this character correctly. Even if I haven’t reblogged an ask.. send it anyway!

What I’m not looking for: Refer to Types of RP I won’t do.

Additional Notes: I am a heavy believer that IC and OOC do not mix, though I am also aware that is terribly hard to accomplish sometimes in very intense RP. However, the creepy stuff I will gladly stay away from. Like OOC feelings coming out of IC interaction... romantic feelings that is. I don’t -plan- on shipping this character anyhow, but my characters never go in the direction I plan for them. Ever. At any rate that’s about it as far as mixing IC and OOC. And if my character pisses you off, it doesn’t mean I’m pissed at you and whatever. I am open to and a firm believer in establishing OOC boundaries and OOC communication. Its a big part of making the RP experience good and fun for everyone.

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A more realistic quick sketch of Avenarri. With her hair down!

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A little sketch I did of Avenarri.

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Home is where the Heart is.

Those few last rays of sunlight were winking over the horizon, and twinkling stars like dancing lights were held up above upon a velvety purple and black canvas of night, the moon slowly moving in to take the place of her burning lover. Avenarri’s restless blue eyes peered upwards to the enigmatic space over head. It all was so vast and wonderful, and throughout most of it, or at least she believed, she had traveled. 

Light lashes veiled over her eyes as her vision panned slightly over her shoulder, coming at a full turn once she set sight upon serenity’s only blemish. Argus. Broken and fel pocked, a once beautiful and flourishing planet. The taint of fel had destroyed it in ways she never thought imaginable. Fel. It was what had destroyed every planet she had called home, and felt Azeroth was the last resort, and if it fell, there was nothing else to run to.. no where else to go.

Cloven hooves clopped slightly upon the cobbles of Lion’s Rest, the tomb of the great King Varian Wrynn, and a memorial to all those lives lost in the battle of the Broken Shore. They stopped once she reached the fountain, her mind unable to keep from pondering upon things she knew she shouldn’t. Things of thousands of years past, things she couldn’t change if she wanted to. The light tinkling and clinks of chainmail reverberated slightly into the air as she shifted and sat down upon the fountain’s edge, crossing one leg over the other, hoof resting upon opposite knee. It was then she delved into the barriers of her traveler’s pack and pulled out a small, and well worn journal.

“I know that I should go home. I know that I should go help in the fight to reclaim it. But, to see it from here. To look at how broken she is, to see her shattered and decimated nearly to nothing. I am not sure that the stench of fel could ever be cured from the bones of her, as it would have to be. I may sound a coward to most, or a deserter. I am just so very unsure of it is home we are fighting for, or fighting to keep this one.. Azeroth in tact. And end to the Burning Legion once and for all I can agree with, but I am unsure in the betrayer’s methods.. Uncertain of trusting someone who brought such a foul thing so close to this world.

Azeroth is such a beautiful being. She is kind and she nurtures all the souls of her surface. She is not without her faults, but that is what makes her so beautiful, like the people who inhabit her. It is here, upon Azeroth, that I have learned many a great things. I thought we were the only things in this universe, and the first time I saw a Gnome.. I truly did not know what to make of it. But I have come to adore almost everything about this place.I am ready to call her home.. I do not wish to go back to that which destroyed my family, my friends... and nearly myself.

My people would think me wrong to scorn her now.. But I am an exile for a reason, I suppose.”

With those last words written, she closed the journal and put away her charcoal pencil she used to scribe within it. She didn’t know if she would ever be sure of anything that regarded Argus. Not now, or not even when she lived upon it. A heavy sigh loosed from her lips as a mild frown etched its way across her features. She did nothing more then than turn her back on that planet, like most of her people would look at her in disgust for.. She continued to look at the rising moon and her children made of stars.. and she smiled.

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Another sketch I did of Ave in all her fur, feathers and scale mail.

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Photo collage I made for Avenarri. These are the things that make her up, including her two favorite animal companions, Keela the Warp Stalker and Kaden the Stranglethorn Tiger.