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Look out, Wyrmrest Accord
The Red Whore of Silvermoon, Faetrix Severidan is coming back!
(I am updating, and redoing character description profiles as we speak.)
Send me prompts @ragingfae
[ Tagging anyone who wants to rp on Wyrmrest with Faetrix ( @grimdrim. The bitch is BACK. ]
💭for @ragingfae
How is it that every time I see a short, red haired elf, I instantly think I’m about to get garroted or some shit?
[ @ragingfae ]
★★★★★★
Holy jesus. Alright… have some facts about Faetrix (Including bits from the Wyrmrest!AU which I don’t get to actively rp)
- Faetrix’s favorite color is actually gold. Most believe it’s scarlet.
- While Faetrix has inherited the lands and titles by official and public record, House Severidan is still very much under the control of Dowager-Baroness Danae Severidan, who was supposed to have died over a century ago. If there is one thing she fears most in this world, it is her grandmother Danae and the woman’s power.
- Wyrmrest!Fae recently hired a Pandaren monk to assist her son, Aurum’avarious, in learning to walk and navigate without sight. Her daughter, Vestiel, is being brought up like a proper young heiress, and has thus become a spoiled little terror. Lord Aneximander Avanshield-Severidan has not been helping temper his daughter’s demanding ways.
- Faetrix’s cigarettes are a special concoction that she developed herself. The dark paper she uses is made such by an alchemical wash using a solution of arcane dust and mana oil. The herbs inside are a special blend of blood-thistle and mana-thistle. The smoke smells close to cloves, but has a kind of acidic undertone to it as a result of the arcane treatment. The blood- and mana-thistle, are home grown varieties only found on the Severidan estate, which Faetrix raised and cultivated first on her own. Further crops have been handled by servants, but Faetrix checks the plants routinely.
- Fae’s favorite sex position is doggy-style, preferably with her face/chest pressed against a wall or pinned to the bed.
- The scar on Fae’s neck actually has it’s own odd aura. The blade used in the assassination attempt was enchanted, and severed her connection to the Light. As such, her recovery was a hard thing to deal with. She went from Paladin -> to Rogue -> to Warrior all completely IC.
"You're hot when you're angry." Bennich snickered playfully.
Fae’s eyes narrowed as the looming Forsaken made light of her rage. Slender, long-nailed fingers curled into perfectly manicured fists, and the petite, freshly-dyed strawberry blonde snarled toothily, her rasping pixie voice following.
“Listen here, you grave-rotten piece of trash: I am not even close to angry yet.” She hissed, though it was a blustering lie. The girl postured not unlike the worgs she raised in that fancy kennel of hers. “When I’m angry, you’ll feel it in your bones as I break them apart to suck out whatever marrow is left.”
As she bristled and snarled, she had gotten too close to the other, the scent of her wafting to Benni’s senses: Whiskey, leather, smoke, and a hint of citrus.
[ bennich-darkfall ]
that thing
Tagged by frostysparrow
1. What is your name?
"Fae."
2. What is your real name?
Grumbling, "Lady Faetrix Danae Severidan."
3. Do you know why you were called that?
"I am named partly for my grandmother, the Baroness Danae Severidan-Sin'valore."
4. Are you single or taken?
"Fuck you."
5. Have any abilities or powers?
"I can break you."
6. Stop being a Mary Sue.
"Fuck you."
7. What’s your eye color?
"Green."
8. How about your hair color?
"Red."
9. Have you any family members?
"Corpses don't count."
10. Oh? What about pets?
"I have Beast, my worg. Back home, there is the rest of his pack."
11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.
"Politics."
12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?
"Reading, botany, drinking, fighting, politicking, and fucking. Sometimes all at the same time."
13. Ever hurt anyone before?
"I don't care."
14. Ever… killed anyone before?
"Fuck you."
15. What kind of animal are you?
"The only kind I can be: me."
16. Name your worst habits.
"Fuck you."
17. Do you look up to anyone at all?
"No."
18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?
"Fuck you."
19. Do you go to school?
"Not since I was young. Still read a lot, though."
20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?
"It's the unfortunate lot in my life as the heiress to an ambitious house."
21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?
"No."
22. What are you most afraid of?
"Fuck you."
23. What do you usually wear?
"Armor or my riding leathers."
24. Do you love someone?
"Fuck you."
25. When was the last time you wet yourself?
A flat, angry look is all you get.
26. Well, it’s not over yet!
Fae scoffs and snarls.
27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)
"The low end of the highest class."
28. How many friends do you have?
"You don't make it in Thalassian politics by making friends."
29. What are your thoughts on pie?
"Meh."
30. Favorite drink?
"Bourbon."
31. What’s your favorite place?
"My family's estate gardens."
32. Are you interested in someone?
"Fuck off."
33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?
"Fuck you."
34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?
"Sea water is familiar to me. My family's home is on the northwestern coast."
35. What’s your type?
"Someone who will not betray me."
36. Any fetishes?
"Fuck you."
37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive?
"Fuck you."
38. Camping or indoors?
"Indoors."
39. Are you wanting the interview to end?
"Yes."
40. Now it’s over! Tag five people:
No. (Seriously if you wanna do it, do it.)
⁂ from Faetrix.
“Yooooou…” The human wagged a finger at the feisty red-head. He attempted to rest his elbow against the surface of the table and missed horribly. The watcher slumped forward, looking as though he was going to faceplant into the tabletop, but somehow managed to catch himself before his forehead made contact. He snorted in amusement before laughing, a dopey grin appearing on his lips. Forearm slamming down on the table, Renwyck leaning heavily against it to avoid falling out of his chair completely.
“If I tell you yer beautiful, would you kick my ass? Cuz I dunno if that’s sexy or scar—” he started, yet was abruptly interrupted by a hiccup. He snorted once more, snickering before continuing, “… Scary.”
♚ (( For Fae, why not ))
She couldn’t remember how many she’d had that night, but by the end of it she was conversing with a rather large troll. Matojo, she recalled that much. She made some flippant comment about doing a line of mana off his tusks, and then he bought the next rounds. She snorted at him when he shifted into the druidic feline form she recognized, and when he playfully flopped on her lap, she thought he was trying to be obnoxious.
And then the cat snored. Fae blinked, suddenly stuck as being a body pillow for this technicolor beast with tusks. She shook her head and wound her small frame to curl around the warm, furred body, and promptly sank into alcohol’s black oblivion.
It wasn't unpleasant.
♚ [ Faetrix Severidan. :x ]
One could say that the fiery red-head intimidated Renwyck. One also could say that grass is green and elekks are large, but all three of those statements would be painfully obvious. Despite his reservations, the watcher kept the elf’s company, willing to share a drink with her. Hann regarded the two with great interest, his gaze seeming to fall upon Fae continuously. ‘What the hell is he waiting for?’ Renwyck thought to himself.
Halfway through her first glass of Dalaran Red, the elf stood from her chair. A general haze washed over her features as she staggered a few steps toward Renwyck. Blinking in confusion, the watcher stood abruptly as Fae collapsed into his arms. “Light above, what the fu—”
“You’re welcome,” Hann interrupted Renwyck’s less than eloquent exclamation. The watcher blinked as he passed glances between the Barkeep and the elf he was propping up against his body.
“Don’t worry, she’s just asleep. Mixed a little something in her wine. With the nervous way you were eyeing her, I figured it was only a matter of time before she started to cause trouble.”
Sighing heavily, Renwyck shook his head. “Dammit, Hann. Now what am I supposed to do?”
“Carry her outta town. She’ll only be asleep an hour or so. Gives you plenty of time to make it to Stranglethorn and drop her off at Grom’gol or something.”
“No fuckin’ way, Hann. I swear, if she wakes up to kill me? I’m comin’ back to haunt yer ass…” Lifting the small elf into his arms, the watcher disregarded the Barkeep’s plan and carried Fae up the steps to the safety of a vacant room in the Scarlet Raven.
