#jorindae

[nyanfgj]

Last pair. 

Full of inside jokes... sorry.

NeX Underwear & Lingerie (The undies of Tyria)

[hereinthewoods]

Your hands aren’t exactly perfect either Vale jus sayin

[thewildwilds]

Think I forgot to mention Jori only has 9 fingers now.

[hereinthewoods]

While I pull my hair out over this NeX/Hunger Games crossover monster one-shot, I'm gonna do the thing everybody's doing for my baes without even waiting for prompts and YOU GUYS CAN'T STOP ME.

Jorindae

Battle Intro: "This should be fun." Victory: "Done already? You lasted about as long as Five-Second Fafnir." / [Shrugs and smirks] "'Guess this one goes to me." Defeat: "Tougher than you look..." Requesting assistance: "Hey. Just doin' all the heavy lifting here. Don't mind me." Assisting your muse: "If you say 'pretty please,' I might even throw in a kiss.” Taunt: [Bends forward at the waist, hands on hips, and smirks] “Am I gonna have to come over there and get'ya?” Reacting to Taunt: [Doubles over laughing] "I like this one!" ✘ Bonus battle theme: Mother (wait until it picks up near the end) or Strength of a Thousand Men

Arkkyn

Battle Intro: [Fumbles with his pistol] "Oh, gooseberries! Are you certain we can't solve this civilly?" Victory: [Adjusts goggles] "Did we win...?" Defeat: "I-I wasn't good enough... I'm sorry..." Requesting assistance: "P-Pardon me, but some assistance would be most helpful...! Please...?" Assisting your muse: “Not to worry, soon you'll be right as rain!” / "Y-Yes, all right, hang on, I'm coming!" Taunt: "You are no match for the Iron Legion!" [Squeaks] "... maybe...?" Reacting to Taunt: [Blushes] "W-Well, there's certainly no need to be crude is there...?" ✘ Bonus battle theme: Manta Squadron

Odile

Battle Intro: "As expected from simpleton, no manners at all. Have at you!" Victory: [Preens and inspects her fingernails] "What did you expect from a Leroux?" / [Tosses her hair over her shoulder] "Go on now, get!" Defeat: "N-N-No! No more... Please!" Requesting assistance: [Stomps her foot] "Peon! Come over here and do it RIGHT NOW!" Assisting your muse: “This is all your fault, you know!” Taunt: [Turns her nose up] "What an absolute mongrel you are." Reacting to Taunt: [Crosses her arms and glares] "How dare you!" ✘ Bonus battle theme: Queen Aparoid or Chop!!

Vale

Battle Intro: [Winds his shoulder] "We doin' this? All right!" Victory: [Bows with a sweeping gesture] "Thank you, thank you!" Defeat: "Haha... You got me, sweetheart..." Requesting assistance: (To Rhei) "What's a guy gotta do to get some help from his best friend over here? Get naked? I'll do it, you know..." / (To Forsythe) "This is your time to be a hero! Help me out here!" / (To women) "Hey, sweetheart, wanna do me a favor?" / (To men) "Could use a hand, bro!" Assisting your muse: (To Rhei) "Damn, you look like shit. You can hug me later." / (To Forsythe) "I know you've been working out, but trust me on this one, okay?" / (To others) “Just tell me where to put my hands, yeah?” Taunt: [Winks] “I know more than one way to play rough, darling." Reacting to Taunt: [Beams] "Ooooo, feisty!" ✘ Bonus battle theme: Storm and Fire

and

Bonus: Wilhelm

Battle Intro: "Hoo." Victory: "Hoo." Defeat: (Nobody has any record of Wilhelm defeated) Requesting assistance: [Tilts head] "Hoo?" Assisting your muse: “Hoo!" Taunt: [Narrows eyes] “Hoo...” Reacting to Taunt: [Scratches under wing] "Hoo." ✘ Bonus battle theme: All I Do Is Win

And to my friends who have been wondering where the hell I've been, AUGH I'm sorry for disappearing, life got shitty, and it's still a bit shitty, but less shitty than before I'LL FINISH ALL MY WRITINGS AS SOON AS I CAN AAAAAAAAA

I might post a snippet of the NeX/Hunger Games one-shot soon. Maybe. I dunno.

[hereinthewoods]

More samples.

Commissions coming soon...!

[nova-arterius]

"Just let me die."

"Pffft, and you call me the “weak halfing” or whatever…” Nova slurred in reply, struggling to fill the shot glass in front of the ranger with her eye squinted, as if it helped. “C’mon Jori, down th’hatch.”

Jorindae groaned, “The fuck didja put in this shit Boss?” She sat up slowly, barely capable of keeping her head up. Nova snorted, slamming the bottle back down onto the table and holding onto the neck of it while she pointed a finger at the norn with a scowl. 

"It don’t matter what’s innit, just drink it. Ye wanted to drink wi’the boss, y’got it. Drink," Nova slurred. Jorindae grasped her shotglass, messily tapping it against Nova’s - whiskey spilled everywhere, down their fingers and at the steadily-forming pool of consistent party fouls between them. 

"Up the bottom n’stuff," Jori mumbled, tipping what was left of the whiskey into her mouth. Her head promptly reached the table shortly after and Nova snickered, falling back into her seat. 

"If you feel like kickin it now.. you’re fucked in the morn," the engineer chuckled, closing her eye and relishing in the burn of the aged whiskey. 

"I believe it," Jori groaned painfully from the tabletop.

[hereinthewoods]

Get Me!

This got way too long—

“Don’t stare too long, leafy. You’ll topple an ice floe with that look.”

Kirika spun around at the sound of the husky voice. Before her stood a norn woman, hair swept in haphazard directions, no doubt from the harsh arctic wind. She had a sword in one hand and a freshly slain stag slung over her shoulders. The norn was much bigger than she was, for certain, and yet Kirika could not help but marvel at how she could carry the weight of such a beast upon her shoulders as if it were nothing but a sheet of cloth. “Oh! H-Hello! I’ve seen you before, haven’t I? You’re the norn that visits the guild from time to time, J… Jorindae, was it?”

The norn shrugged. “Sure, if it suits you.”

A deep “hoo” caught her attention, and on cue, a snowy owl popped up from the tresses of Jorindae’s hair and stared at her intensely with its round yellow eyes. She smiled at the creature. “What a lovely owl friend you have!”

Jorindae rolled her eyes, not nearly as impressed. “Don’t stroke his ego,” she muttered as she started striding away down the hill.

Kirika watched her retreating form, puzzled as to her sudden departure. “I suppose I shall see you around?” she called to her.

The norn craned her neck back—as much as she could, at least, while carrying a stag on her shoulders. “Naw. Go home. You’re not made for these parts,” she hollered back.

Kirika knitted her brow, once again puzzled. Such a strange thing to say, but surely she couldn’t have meant any offense. She jogged a few steps forward to close the distance between the two of them and called after her again, “Well… Yes, I suppose it’s true that the people of our kind may not do well in colder temperatures, but I assure you th— “

“No. I mean it. You won’t do well out here. So get out while you can.”

The sylvari’s eyes narrowed this time, an uncommon fiery anger blooming in the depths of her chest. She jogged over faster so that she could keep up with the norn’s pace. “I’ll have you know, I may be small, but I am very capable of fending for myself! I’ve studied quite a bit of elemental magic!”

Jorindae’s stony expression did not waver. “I’m tellin’ you, leafy. You’re gonna be miserable.”

“Now see he—eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEE—!!” She had slipped, the culprit none other than a patch of ice beneath her feet camouflaged by the white snow, and like a jet, Kirika was sent shrieking down the hill, teetering on one foot and arms flailing. She collided with the snow at the foot of the hill and tumbled forward like an out-of-control wheel. When she stopped, her rump was tightly corked into a solid trench in the ice, and try as she might, she could not wrestle herself free.

“’Tried to warn you.”

Kirika looked up to see her norn guild mate towering beside her, head still spinning. “H-How—“

Jorindae lifted up one boot-clad foot. “Funny thing about ice. Made of water, and that’s generally not the kind of stuff you wanna walk around on without the right footwear.” She pointed her sword down to Kirika’s feet to illustrate. “Anyway. Enjoy the Sound.”

The color drained from her face as she realized the norn’s intentions to leave her stuck in the ice. She weakly reached out a hand after her. “Wait! P-Please, you can’t just leave me here!”

A chuckle. “You really underestimate what I’m capable of doing then.”

“Please! If I made you angry, I’m sorry!”

She turned to face back towards the sylvari with a smirk. “I don’t have much use for apologies. But if it’s something else, I may consider it. You gonna start thinking smarter?”

“Yes!”

“You gonna quit your tongue-wagging?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“You gonna listen to what I say?”

“Yes! Please!”

Jorindae tapped a finger to her lips, as if mulling it over. Finally, she shook her head. “Naw. Don’t feel like it.”

Kirika’s eyes threatened tears. Lips trembling, she opened her mouth, hoping once more to plead for freedom, or forgiveness, or anything, but before she could get a sound out, Jorindae had plucked her out of the trench and slung the sylvari over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was rendered speechless as she hung limply from the norn. What else could she do when her face was inches away from a freshly slain stag, eyes glazed and tongue lolling. The snowy owl had, fortunately, made room for her by repositioning himself onto his companion’s head.

“Th-thank you for helping me, but could you please let me down now?” Kirika muttered weakly.

“If you wanna go for another tumble on the ice, be my guest. But you’ve run out of favors from me.”

Kirika took that as her cue to keep quiet, unable to see her sometimes-guild mate’s expression. The three (or four?) travelled in silence the rest of the way, a single norn carrying stag, sylvari, and owl upon her person.

[hereinthewoods]

Jorindae. Super Power.

Morphing/Transformation, ironically. Jori’s been through a lot of things since I started RPing her, both good and bad, and she’s had quite an arc. Of those, she’s had to grapple with the notion that she has both thought and done some morally gray acts for (in her eyes) a meaningful cause. She has since come to terms with the fact that there is a beast within her; a sort of big bad wolf, if you will. But most importantly of all, she has realized that her wolf is not just a part or a side of her, it is the embodiment of her. I believe transformation really represents that she simply becomes what she already is, only physically rather than just inwardly.