#kizelle

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Your butt is a part of you so it is precious.

Gryffe, to Kizelle

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There's a goblin town this way," Kizelle says as the two pass through the Twisting Nether on her flying disc, Tazzo clinging tightly to her. "I see that, lightning skies and... wait what?!" Tazzo exclaims. "Yeah, Area 52." The two land and Tazzo staggers over, practically hugging the goblin masonry. Kizelle glances around at the goblin town. "It's kinda Gadgetzan in space." "Ohhh it's never looked better!" "Are you okay?" "Kinda in love with Gadgetzan in space right now." Kizelle just laughs. "Well, I ain't used to any of this! Kinda overwhelmin' to go from listening to Zil being a prick in Orgrimmar - fair enough, just another day - ta zippin' across a LITERAL BOTTOMLESS VOID."

Kizelle and Tazzo

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Curled Up in the Cleft of Shadow

Today, Kizelle asked Tobiax if he liked her. “Uhh- yea.” And recalled him saying he liked someone else. Longer pause. “Uhh - yeah.” She asked if it was still true. “Umh, well...”

He went on a date last night. With someone else. He asked if she was mad. She said mad wasn’t the word for it. “Disappointed,” she answered. “Not good enough, is in there somewhere.”

He didn’t want her to feel that way. She said he found someone and there wasn’t anything she could do about it.

“I honestly had no clue who I liked most,” he said, trying to bump her hand with his wolf nose. “But uhh... something just kinda happened. Can we still hang out? You are really nice to talk to and - uh... be with.”

She left without a word.

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Kizelle’s Character

((Framework stolen from Ghannha, who stole it from Ty’vek))

NAME: Kizelle Keepitcheap AGE: 19 SPECIES: Mixed-Cartel Goblin GENDER: Female

CLASS: Healing Shaman

BIRTHPLACE: Kezan

BIRTH: Spring

RELIGION: Has no set religion because every religion in Azeroth, Outland and Draenor has gods and spirits you can meet and talk to.

MARTIAL STATUS: Single

PROFESSION: Healer, which doesn’t really pay the bills, so to speak, so she also moonlights as an inventory girl for the Drag Engineering Shop and an orcish hunter.

RESIDENCES: Has a small house in Krasarang, Pandaria she pays for by helping the locals with their various element-related issues. 

[PHYSICAL FEATURES]

APPEARANCE

HAIR: Straight, brown hair pulled back in two boartails. EYES: Brown and ridiculously big. SKIN: Bright, warm green. HEIGHT: Short for a goblin. WEIGHT: Very light.

[FAMILY]

SIBLINGS: None PARENTS: Mother ran away with an actor not long after Kizelle was born. Her father couldn’t raise her, so she was sent away to relatives and only knew her father through letters until he died during the sinking of Kezan. OTHER RELATIVES: Kizelle has lived with numerous relatives, including a grandmother who ran a brothel in Silvermoon, a bookkeeper uncle in Winterspring who forgot he had her, and a distant relative in Gadgetzan whom she avoids because she sort of freed all of her troll slaves.

ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS:

Kizelle enjoys making friends and will generally befriend anyone who seems nice, even if they are also large, ugly, delusional or otherwise unwanted. She especially values Jazpark, who she used to be in a relationship with and is now settle into a friendship with. She’s very close to Ghannha, though their wildly divergent views on, well, just about everything, mean that they’d never be together officially. Ty’vek has become like the healthy family she never experienced. Close friends also include Ella, Kelanth, Sturm, Tobiax, Gryffe, list goes on.

ENEMIES/RIVALS:

Kizelle doesn’t trust everyone, and once she sees them as a threat to her friends, she can be very closed off. She lost respect for Krixxek while working for him and now treats him more like a nuisance than a master. There are some girls she doesn’t trust because she thinks they are using men for their advantage and may use her friends as well. She’s also skittish about people who have been aggressive or badmouthed her before and tries her best to avoid them. 

PETS: She has a pink peachick named Daisy that Gryffe gave her long ago, though it mostly stays in Krasarang and is watched after by the local children.

[ATTRIBUTES]

BASICS:

• Strength - Physically, Kizelle is a complete lightweight. Small for even a goblin, she is easily picked up and thrown about. If she falls back on her skills as a shaman, however, she has very strong elementals at her beckon call. She just feels they are dangerous overkill in a lot of cases.

• Dexterity - Like any small creature, she knows how to scurry out of the way. 

• Constitution - No tolerance for alcohol, nor any desire for it. Certain situations can make her feel queasy but that’s more psychological than actual physical effect. 

• Intellect - Many years left to her own devices by relatives, Kizelle has read a lot of books. She can read people, too, to some extent, but they often feel like they are screaming emotions ahead of them. Her experiences being tossed from relative to relative mean she casually understands a lot of different situations and cartels.

• Wisdom - Being a shaman means knowing when to call on the elements and when to leave them alone, so you don’t make yourself a nuisance to very powerful elementals. In terms of her own protection, Kizelle is usually more apt to hide behind someone else than to use her shaman skills. In defense of someone else, she will face down much larger opponents without thinking twice. 

• Charisma - She probably feels she doesn’t have any charisma. In actuality, she can put many people at ease and enjoys making them happy to be around her. Results may vary, however, and those she doesn’t trust can take her to be an ice princess or even rude. Especially guys who hit on her entirely the wrong way.

• Comeliness - Kizelle is often seen as the “shy little thing,” the girl next door with no remarkable looks. But she smiles easily, giggles often and has a soft goodness to her much of the time.

[TRAITS]

—— POSITIVE ——

• Good-Natured - believes in good over evil, tries to be good herself, and has strong moral convictions.

* Healer at Heart - Will heal anyone. Any. One. Even if they are dangerous, even if they have wronged someone. She has to be forced away from healing.

* Gentle - She wants to be kind to people and wants to bring out kindness in them.

—— NEGATIVE ——

* Low Self-Defense - Doesn’t use powers and strength she obviously has, to defend herself or stand up for herself. Attempts to do so are often mishandled and don’t come out positively.

* Abuse Victim Complex - Kizelle has been abandoned in one way or another, many times throughout her life. While she should protest this, she’s more likely to shrink back and retreat, feeling unwanted yet again. She also wants everyone to get along, which can’t happen in a place like Orgrimmar.

* Sudden Wall - To people she doesn’t trust and is wary of, Kizelle is a sudden brick wall. It’s as if there’s no middle ground between wanting to hug them and wanting to hiss at them.

[LIKES]

Colors: Blue, but she’s not particular. Mostly anything bright.

SMELLS:  Old books, flowers, grass in the summer, wood smoke.

FOOD: She’s just grateful to - have - food, so she’s not particular about what it is.

DRINKS: Cola or tea. Does not drink alcohol. Thinks it smells and tastes revolting and doesn’t want to get drunk.

[DISLIKES]

COLORS: Not a huge fan of black.  SMELLS: Manly men do not smell good.  FOOD: Harsher foods of the world, like jerky and rations.

[OTHER DETAILS]

SMOKES? No

DRUGS?: No.

DRIVER LICENSE?:  We have those?

EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: No, but she did live on the run for weeks when Gigavolt was being hunted.

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Kizelle’s late night:

Boy she has a crush on says he likes her, even though he previously said he was gay. *weeee high!*

Boy also likes another boy. *eeeeeee crash*

But boy still likes her. *eerrr wobbly high maybe?*

The rollercoasters of romance blossoming between two shy goblin shamans at 3 am.

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"Why's this inn full of goblins?" "Cause that's who walked in?" "Oh."

A Random Forsaken Rogue and Kizelle

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"Can I pet ya worm?"

Kizelle, to Bandalur, owner of a giant white jormungar

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Reincarnation

Two months ago, life made sense for Kizelle. Or at least as much sense as she needed. She had a guy who loved her and defended her, healing work to make her feel useful, and friends here and there who she could hug on a whim and go on with her simplistic day.

Then it stopped.

She didn’t know when it stopped. When she went away to train under an elder shaman orc, she gave Jaz his freedom. She’d seen how pining other guys were when their mates went away. She didn’t feel right doing that to him, so she let him do as he wanted, assuming without hesitation that he’d still love her when she got back. She had no reason to believe otherwise.

She was wrong.

Returning weeks later, the male who looked back at her could barely meet her eyes. When he did, it wasn’t the same. He wouldn’t kiss her, wouldn’t touch her... wouldn’t even hug her. Kizelle’s most basic form of communication, what she naturally did with friends and even casual acquaintances, she couldn’t do with the male she she loved. And she didn’t know why. He was sometimes happy, around other people... around Kelanth. Kizelle held onto that. Maybe he’d make him happy. Maybe that would be enough, to watch a feast of joy even if she wasn’t invited to it.

But trying to grasp onto what was left only made her more emotional, more volatile when people questioned her and her motivations. She felt like any sense the world made was steadily falling away, and when she tried to hold onto the shred of her one ability, her healing, the one thing she was good at...

... she wasn’t even allowed to do that. Snarled at, told to stop.

At one point she thought she saw Jaz and Kelanth together, doing something intimate, however small. It stunned her more than she expected and she walked away, only to be pulled aside by their friend. She thought, maybe he would sympathize with her loss, perhaps be happy that the two of them might be finding happiness together, apart from them. 

She was wrong again.

Called a liar by the friend and screamed at by Jaz, Kizelle fled. She wanted to run right off a cliff and end it. End the confusion once and for all. But for reasons she couldn’t explain to herself, she ended up curled in a weeping ball in Orgrimmar, tearing at her hair, asking “Why?” to herself in silent screams.

It could have ended there. But it didn’t.

Gryffe found her. He wrapped his arms around her and he cared. He talked to her and he sang a quiet song, and gradually she came back to herself. If he hadn’t, she might not have lived through that night.

Later, the broken version of Kizelle found Ghannha at his usual perch. She knew him a little before, just casual talking here and there. He was sly, a bit scandalous, a bit more savage than Kizelle usually spent time around. She was too shy for that sort of talk, but with a stroke along her ear and a low, steady voice, he gradually began luring Kizelle out of her shell, determined to see if there was a woman underneath the timid little girl.

And there was. 

As Kizelle’s life started to pull itself back together, she walked through her house in Krasarang. She stopped at the table where she kept Jaz’s picture, some flowers, just little mementos to help her hang on. Now as she looked at it, she took up the picture and the flowers and left the house.

On a sandbar off the shore of Krasarang, she set up the shrine. No, not a shrine. A gravestone. She stood there looking at the picture and nodded, then walked away over the surface of the lagoon. Behind her, the tide swept in, little by little, washing the gravestone away.

The Jaz she had known was dead.