45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?
Answering this OOC and twice because the answers areslightly different for Heryneth and Nightingale.
Heryneth: He’s is very good at concealing his emotions.Everything goes behind the mask of false smiles and charming words. Theexception being if he is extremely shocked or simply chooses to let the mask gofor some reason. No one is really close to him at the moment so there areprobably only a few people who know small portions of what is actually going onin his head and heart at the moment.
Nightingale: Is almost as good as Heryneth is at concealing.But in some ways the bird is younger and his emotions are far more wild and volatile,so sometimes his mask slips. More often though someone who has come to know himcan simply learn to read certain responses for what they are. He masks a lotbehind his smiles too and definitely isn’t the kind to have his heart out onhis sleeve for the whole world to read.
He frownedat the question, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a ratherexasperated sounding sigh. “No matter how often I try to answer somevariation on this question it never changes nor gets any easier. I don’t likeOriole. He hurts people and I can’t be around him without feeling uneasy. Helooks at me sometimes like I am the bird and he’s the veryhungry cat.”
His fingerstoy with a mug of tea that’s long gone cold. “Lately, though, he’s lookingat me in another way, a softer one, and in a way that feels even worse. I can’timagine it is anything but a thin veneer over his real intent. And I have seenwhat he does to people he looks at with gentle eyes. I want no part of it.”
Anothersigh escapes and Vaelanys takes a sip of the tea, frowning a little at thechill. “But this wasn’t supposed to be about what I don’t like. What do Ilove? About Oriole? His loyalty to Thorn and the rest, I suppose. The one timeI truly asked his help he obeyed me for Thorn’s sake. I am fairly certain itwas a fluke or a whim. But that is all I can think of.”
Nightingale:
"Oriole?“He smiles, a mischievous curving of the lips accompanied by a hot flare ofgreen eyes. "I love Oriole because… we match. He is flock, and thatwould be enough to love him, but there is more. Perhaps we’re ‘of a feather’like the saying goes.”
Hestretches, shifts and settles himself comfortably again. “Some of theothers they are soft, they do soft things. They don’t understand, and itconfuses me. Oriole always understands. Oh, and he bites. I love thattoo.”
19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?
I wasn’traised with a lot of illusions. The few things I was given to believe weretruths as far as I knew. My parents loved me, they never gave me a reason tothink otherwise and now they’re dead. They never lied to me about what I was,or my skill at it. When I had done well I received praise, when I had donepoorly I got a scolding about the limited number of mistakes a person in ourwork was allowed by the fates.
Syrothasloved me too. Perhaps I doubted it at first, doubted sometimes even that hecould. He was truth and light where I was shadows and lies. I loved him too. In a way that threw cautionto the winds and forgot what I had been told about love making me a fool andcosting my life. Maybe I even thought it would be worth it if it did. But myparents hadn’t warned me that my life wasn’t the only possible cost.
Somehow Ialways thought it would be me that would go. But instead I was the one who wokeup in a bed alone to the words ‘no survivors’ and the memory of Syrothasleading further harm from me. I guess that was when I lost the illusion that I would always be the one to pay theprice for my foolishness.
I’ve alwaysthought I would pay for my 'crimes’ too. One day. I just never realized thatthe day I got into the biggest trouble of my life it would be for something Ihadn’t actually done. I’m guilty of enough things, why should I worry of beingfalsely accused? But I was.
'Nevertrust easy money’ That should have been one of my parents’ rules, but itwasn’t. Taking the coin to stand and smile at a white haired man and then leavewas very easy for the price it paid. I just didn’t realize that weeks later itwould mean being dragged off and pinned to a table and given shackles that areengraved in my flesh.
That’s whatthey are, I’m starting to think. Shackles. These bands of ink that are almostpretty things except that they move like things sleeping under my skin. Andsomething else sleeps under my skin too, hidden inside of me, stealing mymemories.
I don’tknow where I have been the last weeks. I have no memory of them. I woke up inPandaria when I had gone to sleep in Silvermoon. I don’t know why my leathersare patched or where that small new scar came from. I don’t know who wrote thislist of names with my handwriting.
I thought Ihad been asleep hours, but the Pandaren tell me a date weeks from the last Irecall. And the thorny vines on my arms are larger, climbing almost past thelength of the bracers I had hidden them with, creeping down over the backs ofmy hands. What is happening to me?
Perhapsthat’s the biggest illusion of all. I always thought that if I had nothing elsemy choices would be my own.
What color is your heart (Aye, I get one for Heryn, he does one for me |3)
For Heryneth:
Orange, Purple, and Green
Crush: Heryn has a bit of a thing for gentle priests. Pretty gentle priests who patch him up when he’s hurting and talk gently to him when he’s pretty close to afraid especially. Not surprising at all really that he’s got a little bit of a crush on Basil.
Sexual Desire: That thing for pretty, gentle priests is definitely not a platonic thing. Basil is pretty and looks like he’d blush and Heryn likes blushes.
Friendship: They don’t really know each other but the evening they met one person talked to him in a warm and friendly way and believed what he had to say. Heryn hasn’t forgotten that and he’d considered the Basil a friend if he saw him again.
For Nightingale:
Orange, Purple, and Multicolor
Infatuation: Basil is a pretty little priest who makes delightful faces and seems open and unguarded. Nightingale definitely likes that. He likes it a lot.
Sexual Desire: Basil is pretty and seems so innocent and blushes so prettily. He reacts so openly over even something as simple as music that Nightingale thinks he’d be a lot of fun to play with.
Amusement: Nightingale’s amusement in this case definitely holds less connotation of humor and more cat watching a mouse that doesn’t know it’s cornered yet.
· Strength - Though he's no weakling brute strength isn't Heryneth's best suit. He's strong enough, in combat, but when he can he always strikes from an advantageous position. He's not as big as some after all.
· Dexterity - Heryneth is extremely dextrous, light on his feet and lighter of finger.
· Constitution - Fairly healthy, except that he does not handle cold at all well.
· Intellect - Heryneth is quick and clever. Not well educated, though. He's literate, but that's the limit of it in most areas.
· Wisdom - He's careful and cautious for the most part. No great wisdom but no idiot.
· Charisma - He can be quite charming and charismatic if he wants. If he doesn't bother he's terse and rather unpleasant.
· Comeliness - Heryneth's a very good looking man.
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{ LIKES }
COLORS: He's loves blue and purple, but he's rather fond of bright reds or pretty greens as well.
SMELLS: Flowers, tea, herbs, leather, blade oil
FOOD: Alliance fare. Good breads, well prepared beef.
FRUITS: Grapes, peaches, berries
DRINKS: Fruit juice, coffee
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: yes [x] || no []
· Favorites?: Wine, whiskey
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{DISLIKES}
COLORS: White
SMELLS: Rot, musty smells
FOOD: Soup
FRUITS: grapefruit
DRINKS: Herbal teas (though he loves the smell of them)
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: rum
OTHER:
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{ OTHER DETAILS }
SMOKES? yes [ ] || no [x]
My parents were killers, same as me. You might think I had a pretty terrible childhood, but I didn't. It was full of laughter and games and love. And if maybe some of those games were teaching me skills I'd need, I never noticed it or enjoyed them less for that. They were fun, that was what mattered to me.
I've heard stories of people raised to kill, taught never to love, taught not to feel. That was never my parents' way. I was always told one thing. Not never to love, but to be careful where I spent that love. I was told the right love could make you stronger and better, but that the wrong love would make you a fool, and get you killed. I was a hundred kinds of fool for Syrothas Silvermorn, but he was the one that died.
