#azaele

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Azaele Sunbinder

(Art by fiship - Azaele on left)

I was tagged in this forever ago so I’m late but I DID IT! I think I’ll do one for a few characters because this was a good exercise.

Two head canons you have for your muse:

Emotional Instability: Azaele has very strong emotions and is prone to severe bouts of depressive or anxious periods. As a woman of her status, however, this aspect of herself must be constantly bottled and concealed. This can and does lead to meltdowns when left completely alone.

Mother Knows Best: Azaele is, in every sense, ruled by the word of her mother. Centuries of careful grooming and manipulation on her mother’s part carved Azaele into the spitting image of herself. There are times when Azaele questions if her thoughts and opinions are truly her own, but she never dares to falter in her obedience. It is very likely that she, as a mother, would be the same.

Three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

Choir: While at home, Azaele enjoys joining the others living in the Dawnsinger monastic community during choir practices and performances where she usually takes the lead. Much of her ability and her pride comes from her voice, so she enjoys any activity which showcases it and brings her positive attention.

Jewelcrafting: Her profession as a jeweler calls for a careful and precise hand, as well as quiet space to do her work. No one is to bother her while she is hard at work, and the processes that go into what she does are time consuming and in many cases therapeutic. She comes off as an extreme busybody as long as she is at home and in proper condition to work, but she often just takes all of the time to be alone to catch her breath.

Catty Lady: Azaele has her two (three) cats and she loves them more than she loves herself. She spends her lazier days teasing them with their little toys and watches them play together. Her two cats, Onyssa and Eona, are regal golden-eyed cats with crimson and ginger fur, respectively, the coloration broken up only by their dark feet/legs and cream-colored chins. An additional third cat finds itself in her care quite often, being her mother’s cat Halyron. He is a fat ball of crimson fluff who enjoys wandering Silvermoon begging for scraps. He’s essentially part of the wildlife there now.

Two things your muse regrets:

Lost Love: There was once a time when Azaele was betrothed to a Lord of another wealthy family on Quel’thalas, with whom she was entirely smitten. Arranged though it was, neither party felt anything less than bliss. Not long after the arrangements were set and ready to be carried out, the young Lord fell ill and was unable to recover despite immense efforts by Azaele and the other healers. It is hard to say if her present lack of a love life is in direct correlation with this event, but nonetheless, she would never forget the man she couldn’t save.

Dear Sister: Azaele’s most burning regret lies in her treatment of her younger sister in the events leading up to her complete expulsion from the family. She really did love her sister, but an effort to maintain her pride and her mother’s good graces, she turned on her as well. Her final words to Evisaria were paid for immediately with a burst of fel flames, of which the scars remain to this day.

Two phobias/fears your muse has:

Past Mistakes: She’s made a number of influenced decisions that she now regrets - but these come with a fear of impending consequence to pay. Some of her past choices, if their products were to resurface in her life, could bring with them disaster and immense destruction. She prefers to push these thoughts away and go along like they are truly behind her, not a worry to be had.

Puppermaster’s Leave: Azaele’s had this one coming for a while now: the inevitable death of her mother which will leave her as head of House Sunbinder and the High Priestess of the Ivory Sanctum. In her mind, her fear lies in potentially never living up to her mother’s expectations in the roles. In truth, her fear lies in her innate understanding that once her mother is gone, she has to make her judgments and decisions for herself, and grow into her own person.

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I am so happy to see my commission from @fiship all done and pretty! These are my two darling girls Azaele and Evisaria. Not necessarily on good terms, but sisters are sisters, eh?

I can’t get over it, I love it so much :)

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Ammolite*

Ammolite - how lucky/unlucky my muses are

Well, as far as luck goes, most of my characters tend to get the short straw quite often.

Evisaria got the worst of it, being born into a family where at first she did not belong, then was shamed, and then eventually shunned and banished. Events in her life later down the road such as the death of her husband and some others were just as unlucky for her (though brought on more by foolishness than poor luck), though things have relatively evened out for her now.

Azaele is lucky to a degree, having everything she ever wanted, from attention and money, to the highest pedestal she could be placed on among the family. This all came with a price however, as her unstable family unit has placed a heavy load on her mental state.

Cathrilyn is among my luckiest, having a swell life, living well and happy, not being victim to much death and sorrow in her lifetime. She is definitely one of my happiest characters, even if she is rather awkward. Perhaps that is her unlucky fault - she just can’t quite talk to people the way she can with her animals.

Kelivara is fairly lucky as well, having been brought up in a way and a place where she was entirely unaffected by the fall of Quel'thalas, bearing no mental scar from the devastation of the elves. She was also fortunate to have been taught so well in the art of the Light to be steadfast and strong and to have found her solace in the cold of Northrend. She may be my most comfortable character. She has her life, her place, and the comfort of a fair life.

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New Horizons

((From stormandozone‘s drabble challenge!))

Azaele awoke to sweat-soaked sheets, clinging to her form closely and threatening to suffocate her in their heat. The strength could not be found to throw the sheets from her, or even to shift slightly beneath them, so she resigned to her fate and stared listlessly at the railing beside her bed.

She wanted, more than anything, to get up and leave. Confined to the infirmary bed, she felt incontestably useless. Every so often, she would make an attempt to sit up even slightly, but the tugging of her stitches bade her to cease immediately. She wasn’t stupid – she was a mender herself, after all. She knew quite well to avoid straining her own wounds, but she needed to get out. She wasn’t used to this. Her place was on the other side, tending to those in her present condition.

Though she got plenty of attention from the other menders in the Guard, she was left alone often. When this occurred, she could do nothing but lay on her right side and gaze at the railing. That damned railing. It was like staring through the bars of a prison cell. All she could do then was think, and oh, did her mind race. Her conscience chastised her constantly for putting herself in harm’s way, badgering her about how simple it would have been to take some running strides in the opposite direction. The numerous injured that returned with the group came in and out of the infirmary as her thoughts reminded her that she should be helping them. She should be up and assisting the wounded, not lounging in this bed. She should be cleaning up the remnants of the battle and then absconding to her estate, where her mother lies in just a sorry state as she. She should be there, at her side. If she had contact with her now, she would do nothing but remind Azaele of how pathetic she is being now. You’re the mender, not the patient. Get up and do your job, Elle.

She attempted to prop herself up on her elbow, then dropped with an exasperated gasp as she felt one of her gashes come dangerously close to reopening. She looked back to the railing in defeat. In this prison, I will remain.

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Inane Inquiries: what is one of Azaele's favorite prayers?

There is one prayer she has taken a liking to, and it is one that has been recorded and passed down through her family for generations. It’s a traditional Thalassian hymn, sang or spoken in a very old dialect that was commonly used ages ago in the lands owned by the Dawnsingers. When sung, the hymn sounds almost ethereal, the tune is haunting and the notes hang in the air for just enough of a prolonged moment.

Often, if she is mumbling to herself somewhere, those are the words falling from her lips.

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Question of the day: Do your characters have any rituals for casting?

When I think of rituals, the first to come to mind is Evisaria. Even though she has strayed from demonic magic for years now, she still adopts similar rituals and circles for her more powerful spells. She has small circles scribbled all over surfaces in her home from small domestic spells and even some alchemical transmutations.

None of my other characters really have rituals, though Azaele is constantly reciting incantations as she casts her spells, whether it be audible or otherwise.

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Songs for Azaele when she's sad!

((I realize both of these songs are essentially feelings about her sister but hey the first thing that hits her when she’s down is thoughts about her messed up family, so it makes sense.))

This song makes me think of Azaele every time I hear it. It just screams her on her worst days.

Every single moment that I wait to move on I miss the girl that could’ve loved me for what I’ve doneDowned a shot of vodka, I drink to numb the thought That all I do is sit here and think of what I’m not

Another one is definitely Shadow Moses. It just reminds me a lot of her and Evi’s relationship, at least from Azaele’s point of view. She thought she got over her a very long time ago, but there are some things that never really go away, even with time.

I thought I’d cut you loose, severed the feelingI slipped through the cracks and you caved in my ceilingI thought I buried youWhat’s dead can never die

sparklepriest

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A song for when Azaele goes into bossy/bitch mode? Same for Evi.

I feel like the title speaks for itself on this one. Azaele is just keen on getting annoying people away from her, and as quickly as possible. She doesn’t want to hear anything they say and if it comes to it, she’ll take them out like trash.

No one wants to hear youNo one wants to see youSo desperate and pathetic

And of course, since she’s a Lady, here’s her classy remark:

I’m begging you to spare meThe pleasure of your company

Evisaria doesn’t quite have a bossy/bitch mode. She skips it and goes straight to murderous - or, something like it. If she’s not showing it, she’s definitely feeling it. I thought the lyrics in this one really fit her quite well when she’s angered.

I want to watch you bleedYou’re the crime but I’m the scene

snarel