#sendilan

[panoplyofpriests]

Hot Damn! - Sendilan, for Daiei (lolololol)

Oh god why/10

He’s so sweet

Seriously

So sweet

Loves kitties

And flowers

Really, really cares about Taldaerin

Is really smart

Has such pretty hair.

Genuinely seems to care about her?

Sat with her until she fell asleep when she was having trouble sleeping

Worries about everybody

He’s seriously so nice

Super shy

Got really freaked out when she mentioned liking him???

Shorter than her

worries about everybody

[panoplyofpriests]

■ - Sendilan, for Daiei

“Oh, good. Sen’s here. That... That’s good.”

[prideofblackember]

Inside The Actor’s Studio Edition.  Tagged by halayn

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

10 QUESTIONS: 1. What is your favorite word?: Taldaerin-  "Conflagration."

Sendilan- "Lexicon."

2. What is your least favorite word?:  Taldaerin- "Destiny."

Sendilan- "Heir."

3. What turns you on?:  Taldaerin- "Intelligence."

Sendilan- "W-what--I--...n-next question, please."

4. What turns you off?: 

Taldaerin-  "Whining, or constant complaining."

Sendilan- "...Maybe when people aren't nice to you..? Does that work?"

5. What sound do you love?:

Taldaerin- "The sound of paper. Pages turning in a book."

Sendilan- "Water sounds, rivers, or fountains."

6. What sound do you hate?: 

Taldaerin-  "Anything Onrae says."

Sendilan- "Screechy scraping sounds. Like when you scrape a fork on a plate, or something similar."

7. What is your favorite curse word?:

Taldaerin- "Fuck."

Sendilan- "Uh....m-maybe shit. I don't curse a lot..."

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?:

Taldaerin- "Perhaps in some bizarre alternate universe I would have been a servant of the light. Yes, yes I know, it's an ironic choice."

Sendilan- "I'd like to build houses! Or maybe just design them...an architect!" 

9. What profession would you not like to do?:

Taldaerin- "I'm particularly averse to the idea of being a common soldier."

Sendilan- "Anything that would have to do with hurting, or killing people..."

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?:

Taldaerin-  "...You are forgiven."

Sendilan- "They're sorry."

BONUS QUESTIONS:

1. Something most people don’t know about you?: 

Taldaerin- "...I do have a bit of a soft spot for cats, I suppose..."

Sendilan- "I really like to draw...Taldaerin says I'm pretty good at it..."

2. If you were one of the seven sins which would you be?:

Taldaerin- "...Pride."

Sendilan- "...Um...I--I'm not really sure. Maybe Envy..."

3. What are some notable merits and flaws?:

Taldaerin- "I consider myself to be particularly skilled in the arcane arts, as well as some darker subjects....and for flaws...perhaps my biggest one is my inability to see them in myself."

Sendilan- "I--I dunno...I'm not very good at a lot of things. I'm not very confident and I'm really shy and I'm bad at talking to people...Everyone says I'm good at magic...and runes."

4. Sexual Preference?: 

Taldaerin- "I'm not particularly picky."

Sendilan- "UM. I--...I don't really think about it....m-maybe if there was someone really special..."

5. What position do they sleep in?: 

Taldaerin- "On my side."

Sendilan- "I move around lots."

 6. Favorite sexual position?:

Taldaerin- "Anything where I am in control."

Sendilan- *Incoherent flustered noises*

7. If they could change one thing about their lives, what would it be?: 

Taldaerin- "I would not have gone to Outland. I would remain in Eversong...and be sure that my sister did the same..."

Sendilan- "Maybe I would have stuck up for myself and what I wanted more...or maybe I would have been nicer to Feylaan..."

 8. Do they see themselves as good, or evil?: 

Taldaerin- "...A little of both, I'd think...good, with evil choices..."

Sendilan- "I like to think I'm good...I try to be!"

9. Is there anyone, or anything they would die for?

Taldaerin- "There are exactly two things in this world I would die for. And they are people."

Sendilan- "Maybe my friends, they're really important to me. And maybe my sister..."

10. Do they find themselves attractive or not?

Taldaerin- "No. Green is a loathsome color."

Sendilan- "It would be really vain to say yes, but I'm not gross?"

11. What is their worst fear?                                                       

Taldaerin- "Getting everyone I care about killed."

Sendilan- "Being abandoned again."

Bonus: How do they define respect?

Taldaerin- "Something earned, never given. You would follow them to the ends of the earth, if they asked."

Sendilan- "When you don't tear down someone's ideas, even if you don't agree with them..."

Bonus question: A guilty pleasure(s)?:

Taldaerin- "I'm never terribly guilty about any of the things I enjoy..."

Sendilan- "I like to explore Taldaerin's house when he's not around..."

[jaquitor]

My warlocks are such opposites. Visually and personality wise. (But they are still good friends???) I love both of them 8D

[grumpymage]

★ - Sendilan

“Sendilan has such a great capacity to care. It’s almost humbling in a way…”

[prideofblackember]

Meet the Character

LEGAL NAME: Sendilan Duskreaver

NICKNAME[S]: Sen

DATE OF BIRTH: October 20th

GENDER | SPECIES: Male | Blood elf

PLACE OF BIRTH: The Duskreaver family home, Quel'thalas

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Living in Blackember Manor

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Common, Orcish,

OCCUPATION: Former Ranger, presently unemployed.

CRIMINAL RECORD: None.

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: No | No | No

LIKE[S]: Reading, books, magic, being outside, cats

DISLIKE[S]: His family, people he doesn't know trying to touch him

FEAR[S]: Taldaerin dying (again), losing all of his friends, disappointing people he cares about

{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOUR: Silver

EYE COLOUR: Green

HEIGHT: 5’9"

TATTOOS: Red rune tattoos on his arms.

{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: Elder Sister: Skymbix Duskreaver; Elder Half Brother- Feylaan Whitestorm (deceased/undead)

PARENT[S]: Mother: Synarae Duskreaver; Father: Aldaraeon Duskreaver

CHILDREN: None

PETS[S]: Embers, the cinder cat.

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Asexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

[grumpymage]

"I’m sorry." - Sendilan (of course)

Once upon a time, it had been a porcelain egg, delicately painted and inset with a gold diorama of Silvermoon City. Now, it lay on the floor in so many pieces. The crash had brought Cievian into the parlor, and he stared at the mess, nostrils flaring while Sendilan stammered apologies behind him.“…. Just… clean it up.”

[grumpymage]

Pursuit

Part One | Part Two

"You will go through the portal first. I will follow after you, invisible, and try to break Sendilan and Velidere free."

"Lovely. While I get mauled about. I believe this is revenge, Var?" He smirks a little, then shakes his head. "Very well. I will do it." He flexes his fingers.

"Do not call me Var, Blackember." Cie turns then, using the dust to cast the portal. He gestures Tal through first, casting the spell of invisibility over himself. Hopefully, it will hold long enough for him to break at least one of the pairs of shackles.

Tal snorts in an amused sort of way, before jumping through the portal. Once on the other side he jumps into the middle of the camp and immediately explodes into flames. He's channeling some kind of summoning spell, all while wreathed in green felfire.

The other felbloods are startled to say the least, taking a few moments to recoil and recover, before attacking Taldaerin. One of the twins, Saldane starts to charge forward but is caught around the neck by Onrae's whip. She jerks him back with a sharp tug, and he's effectively distracted.

However he still has to deal with the other two. Beldarin all but bowls him over, knocking him to the ground and slashing at him with elongated claws. But the summoning was complete.

A massive green abyssal drops from the sky, exploding onto the ground a little ways away.

Cie's appearance goes overlooked in the drama of Tal's entrance, which is what he had planned. He circles carefully around the flaming warlock, heading first toward his apprentice, only to find out that she'd already picked the lock on her shackles, and was simply waiting for the cavalry to arrive before slipping free of them off. Smart girl.

V pushes herself to her feet once free of the shackles, gathering mageflame in her hands. She hurls a surprisingly large boulder of flame at Beldarin, who had been her primary torturer.

Still hidden by the spell, Cie lays his hand on Sendilan's shoulder. "Stand up, hold your hands out in front of you, as far apart as the shackles will allow." He speaks low against Sen's ear.

Sen seems almost panicked by the sheer quantity of fire and explosions and noise and--wow that's a big pyroblast. He jerks a little when he hears Cievian, but he stands and obeys, ears pinned back.

Meanwhile Tal is saved from a particularly savage mauling by V's pyroblast. Beldarin sent flying by the spell. Quickly getting to his feet Tal points the abyssal towards Etheil, who had been using this time to summon one of her own. A red flamed abyssal crashing down just behind her. The two stone demons crash into each other with tremendous noise.

Tal curses quietly, before leaping at Saldane, distracted as he was by the succubus.

Cie circles Sen as he rises, waiting for him to hold his hands out before smashing his sword through the chain on the shackles, hopefully severing the spell contained within them. Luckily it works. Immediately Sendilan's runes begin to burn. The action breaks Cievian's invisibility spell, but no matter. He nods toward Sen, and then turns, charging toward Beldarin before the felblood can charge at V.

V turns, gesturing at Cie. Flames begin wreathing about him in a small vortex. They cause him no damage, but anybody who gets too close to him... Well. The flame shield would probably have been a bit more effective if Beldarin was more susceptible to pain. Even still, it's enough to keep the large felblood from closing completely, which means Cie can dance around him, slowly wearing him down with frost spells and his sword.

Having seen Taldaerin fight, it's clear where Sendilan has learned most of his tricks. Though there's a slight difference in the flames. Sendilan's somehow burn hotter, and are more controlled, opposed to Taldaerin's chaotic, messy, green fire. He calls down a rain of fire upon the female felblood, distracting her from summoning yet another abyssal. That would be disastrous. The two present are already tearing each other into rubble. In time, nothing is left of them but large, searing hot chunks of rock on the ground.

Taldaerin and Saldane are presently hacking and clawing and biting at each other like a pair of wild animals.

The female felblood darts out of the rain of fire. Dashing forward, she grabs Velidere, latching onto her and ripping through her shoulder with her teeth. V screams and tries to shake her off, unsuccessfully, even as Etheil begins draining her.

Sendilan reaches for Etheil, grasping at her arm with his burning rune covered hands. He doesn't jerk her too hard, but he's hoping to get her to turn on him, and leave V alone.

Beldarin swipes at Cie, the lack of weapons really hindering him in this kind of fight. Cie is way too fast, and the flame armor just a little too physically dangerous to commit entirely.

From across the camp, there's a terrible gurgling sound, as Taldaerin finally rips out Saldane's throat with his teeth, putting an end to their brutal clawing match. He's not entirely unscathed however, there are deep gouges down his face, and a decent chunk missing from his shoulder, along with various other scratches.

Sen's intervention is enough to break Etheil's concentration, but not her hold. She raises her head, hissing at Sen, while still keeping a tight grip on V. The girl doesn't seem to be reacting well to the shock of being bitten and having her mana drained. Sendilan tries his best to haul the felblood off, now that she's no longer got her teeth sunk into Velidere. He's reluctant to use any more magic, for fear of accidentally hurting V in the process, but his runes burn hotter. There's a sizzling and an acrid burning smell as the heat begins to burn his own skin, despite the resist runes etched along the border of each one to protect him from such a thing happening.

Tal glances around, trying to decide where to go next. Hastily wiping some of the blood from his face off with the back of a hand, he jumps at Etheil, trying to assist Sendilan.

Etheil hisses again, drawing on V like she's another source of energy, using her to counter Sen's magic. When Tal joins in, though, she turns, throwing the poor girl into his chest, then launches herself, claws first, at Sendilan.

V clutches briefly at Tal, then recoils, screaming. She stumbles over her own feet, falling to the ground.

The girl's screams distract Cie for just a instant, long enough for Beldarin to slice Cie's cheek open with his claws. Cie stumbles back, then rights himself, thrusting his sword at Bel's chest, only for it to be knocked aside by a clawed hand. The felblood doesn't even seem to register the open cuts covering his arms from doing just that.

Sendilan can't do much more than take whatever clawing he gets, and hope he burns the heck out of the felblood while she tries. Tal seems temporarily distracted by V's reaction to him, before darting after Etheil, trying to sink his claws into her back.

"Let him go you witch," he snarls as he makes contact.

Etheil only gets a few swipes at Sen, recoiling from the flames now that her mage-battery isn't saving her. She snarls when Tal's claws pierce her back, ripping herself from them and launching at him.

V sinks down to the ground, curling up into a small ball, shaking and crying. She should probably try to stem the blood flow, but she doesn't. Again, Cie turns to look at his apprentice, and again, his distraction because of V costs him. This time Bel darts in. He sinks his claws through the mail and into Cie's chest, picking him up and throwing him across the camp. Cie barely has the chance to encase himself in a block of ice before he hits the rocks.

Sendilan sits up, shaking. All flame dissipating once Tal and Etheil are engaged. He crawls over to V, his arms limp from the elbow down. "V--..." He looks like he'd try to help her, but his hands are still very hot, and he can't move them properly. The young mage is curled up on her side, shaking. Not just from the sobs, just constant, fine tremors. Probably shock. She doesn't seem to register Sen's presence; at least, she doesn't react at all to him.

Tal fights Etheil with everything he's got. Green flames running along the edges of his claws as he slashes. It's another messy, brutal kind of fight, but he's already worn out from killing Saldane.

The ice block shatters when Cie hits the rocks, dropping him to the ground. Still, better than what would have happened if he'd not gotten the spell off in time. He pushes to his feet and, drawing on the blessing Ciel had placed over him, charges an incredibly powerful arcane blast. He releases it, just as Bel reaches him.

At first, Bel grins a cocky kind of grin, reaching out and bracing himself for the impact, and to absorb the arcane power from the blessing with the runes on his hands. But it's not at all what he expected. He's knocked backwards off his feet, and for every bit of magic he absorbs, it begins to burn inside his veins with bright blue light. The felblood writhes on the ground, unable to stop the magic from flowing into him.

"V--V can you hear me?" Sendilan eventually manages to reach out and press a hand to the wound on her shoulder. He's shaking too, and is incredibly pale. He looks like he's about to faint, but is trying to keep it together for her.

V screams at first, when Sen touches her. She tries to scramble away from him, but her arm doesn't quite work properly, so she can't. She does recognize him after a moment, but she still pulls her shoulder away, whimpering in pain.

Cie watches the felblood's veins burn with blue fire with grim satisfaction, then turns and rushes to V's side, dropping down beside her. She recoils away from him at first, too, then all but crawls into his lap. Cie glances at Sen, then lays his hands over V's shoulder, slowly icing over the area to stem the blood flow.

The warlock wavers for a moment, slumping down, he catches himself before he falls over completely though. He glances up at V and Cie, ears drooping.

Etheil is slowly driven back by the ferocity of Tal's attacks, forced to give ground or try to block and dodge as much as she can. She's wearing down, though, and is unable to get an instant to call up any of her magic.

For every bit Tal wears Etheil down, she wears him down. He's worn, the many smaller cuts are starting to add up. He takes a nasty swipe across the chest, scoring deep lines in his flesh. In retaliation he reaches out and grabs ahold of Etheil by a horn, and starts to yank it down, thinking that maybe he can rip it off.

Cie removes his hands after a few moments, looking down at the wound. The bleeding has slowed almost entirely. He nods, then carefully passes V over to Sen. She clutches at Cievian for a moment, then turns toward the warlock, still shivering. Sen holds onto V for dear life, but he's growing incredibly woozy. His eyelids flutter, and he shudders.

Cie pushes himself to his feet, drawing his sword. He stalks after Etheil, coming up behind her. Grabbing her hair with one hand, her jerks her head back - probably away from Tal. Hissing at her at her, "You do not. Touch. My apprentice," he drives his sword through her back and out her chest.

Tal moves to go after Etheil as she's yanked away, then realizes what's going on. He snarls, but looks satisfied as she's impaled. He falls to one knee, pressing a hand to the deep lacerations on his chest and groaning. He lurches to his feet, and walks over to Sendilan and V.

He sinks down next to them, reaching out to gently brush at Sendilan's hair with a clawed hand.

Cie jerks his sword out of Etheil's back, wiping it free of blood before moving back to the small group. Of all of them, he's the least injured, the mail under his robes having saved him from much of the damage Beldarin's claws could have caused. V crawls back towards him when he sits down, and he pulls her in close with one arm, resting his uninjured cheek against her hair. He fishes within a pouch, coming up with a surprising amount of potions - both health and mana - which he passes to Sen. For V, he pulls out a mana gem, pushing it into her hand. Seems his run-in with Tal had prepared him for what might have been done to the two apprentices.

Sendilan takes the potions, but drops one, then the other, unable to hold them properly. His eyelids flutter again, and now that the actual danger is over and the adrenaline rush gone, passes out. Tal catches him, gingerly laying him down on the ground. "And this is why fel is better than blood..." Tal mutters to himself, shaking his head. After a few steadying breaths, his illusion is back in place. It only makes the blood stand out more, on his pale sickly elf skin.

Cie gestures from the potions, to Sen, raising a brow. There's not going to be much his can say, with his cheek shredded like it is. They need some damn healers.

V stares at the gem in her hand a moment while Cie gestures, uncomprehendingly. Finally she seems to recognize it and crushes it, releasing the energy.

Tal nods at Cievian's gestures, picking up one of the potions and pulling the stopper out. Gently he pulls Sen into a sitting position against his chest. The littler warlock stirs, and Tal takes the opportunity to pour the potion down his throat. He coughs, but manages to get most of it down. "Ugh--...." He lays limp against Tal, eyes closed, but some of the color returns to his face. Then he sits up, aghast, "You're bleeding!" He presses a hand to the claw marks on Tal's chest.

"Hmph. I've had worse."

V presses a hand to her shoulder, sniffling. The use of the mana gem seems to have helped her somewhat, though she still shakes, and is incredibly pale "We need to get back to the city...."

Tal nods over at them "...Can you manage a portal?" He sighs irritably as Sendilan tries to fuss over him again, swatting his hand away. "Stop that, you'll faint again."

Cie nods, laying a hand on V's arm when she tries to reach for a runestone. He shakes his head at her, then carefully stands. He helps her to her feet before pulling out his own runestone, opening the portal into Silvermoon. She clings to his side, tears rolling down her cheeks. She makes no move to wipe them away, just stumbles with Cie through the portal.

Taldaerin all but carries Sendilan through the portal. Sendilan tries to walk on his own, brushing Tal off, but he's completely unable. "I'm going back to my home." Taldaerin says to them as they enter the city. He pauses, struggling with something for a moment. "...If you have no other place to stay in the city, you...may..." he shakes his head, "...Nevermind..." He turns to leave with Sendilan.

Cie can't quite clench his jaw, not with how his cheek is torn. Nor should he really be talking. So he reaches out with one hand, grabbing Tal by the shoulder. He dips his chin towards him, gravely, in both apology and gratitude.