Talanastia

Ambassador|Hot Head|Mercanary{Wra-h- Talanastia}

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Oc Sheet.

IDENTITY––– –

REAL NAME: Talanastia Soulfire Maiden: Brightsong

NICKNAME: Tails

TITLE(S):  Ambassador 

PROFESSION: Mercenary. Book mender, Deciphering old texts, Tailor

MARITAL STATUS: Married (Contract)

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual 

ROMANCE:None

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

MOTTO: “Time is an illusion, live to the fullest and die with no clinging regrets”

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS––– –

HEIGHT: 5' 6”

WEIGHT:  135

HAIR: Strawberry Blonde

SKIN: Fair

EYES: Blue grey

BUILD: Lean and proper posture, elegance and sexy.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: 

If her left shoulder is seen there is a deep colored scar between her shoulder blade and clavicle.

If her gloves were off from covering her wrists one would see the scarred skin from shackles as well as what appears to be a stab wound in the middle of her lower wrist and arm.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Has glasses hanging from her neck or on her face. A satchel to the side and a tome locked at her left hip. Long silken gloves to her elbows, a variety of colors depending on her attire. Kirin Tor cuffs to nullify magic.

BIOGRAPHY––– –

DATE OF BIRTH: 7/9

AGE: 2,789

RACE: Quel’Dorei

BIRTHPLACE: Lordaereon

NATIONALITY: Lorderonean

Noble statistic; In question

RELATIONSHIPS––– –

PARENTS: Thalintal and Alrilia Brightsong(Dead)

SIBLING(S): Alinea(Dead) 

CHILD(REN): Aidin Brightsong(Dead) Yo’Lona(adopted)

OTHER RELATIVES: She has a brother in law she doesn't know where he is or if he's alive.. Alexis Hanz(Her goddaughter)Cousins--Xanthrax, Brathious, and Zareathin. 

SPOUSE(S)/SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): Eldriwin Brightsong(Dead)

Cillian Soulfire (Contract)

FRIEND(S)/ASSOCIATE(S): Karanathie Rosegaze, Error, Zanderlan Hanz, Zaeyi Mageray, Valin Truwalker

PREFERENCES––– –

FOOD: High quality, prefers Duck with grey gravy 

SMOKING: Sometimes

DRINK: Water, Teas

ALCOHOL: what is offered

DRUGS: None

HOBBIES: Reading books late at night, learning anything she can to further herself in all ways. Looking for artifacts, having adventures, making her daughter cloths.

SKILL(S)––– –

UNARMED COMBAT & MARTIAL ARTS: Judo|Akido.

MELEE WEAPONS MASTERY: Can weird a sword when needed

RANGED WEAPONS MASTERY: Fire magic

Sex & Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual

Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Libido: Average

Turn ons: Confidence,

Turn offs: neediness,  Decentfulness

Love Language: Gifts and loving touch, i.e. holding hands

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between/

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

RANGED COMBAT:Fire magic 

POLITICAL WARFARE:  She tends to be able to hold her own voice within political talks, as an Ambassador she looks for the good of the people mainly the children. She believes in contracts even in marriage. 

Rp Hooks; She was once well known among the mercenary branch, though she hasn't worked the line in a while she is looking to maybe getting back into it.

Tailor; She does tend to make cloths for people, always able to assure to take measurements and pick out the proper clothe for the person, making sure not to wash out their complexion.

Old language; Able to decipher older texts and scrolls, has gained the knowledge aside from her age, by being the translator for the merc band she used to run with.

{In-Game WRA- H- Talanastia. Feel free to whisper or approach if I'm ic or you'd like to make plots. All follows from -@thesoftshellmedic This toon is like 15 years old and yet still full of tricks.}

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DOCTOR WHO – Centenary Special (Autumn 2022) ››› Jodie Whittaker as The Doctor

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Hold my hand like this...

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Day-5- August 21

Rustic/Attack

The battlefield stank of ash and chattering death. Narubians swarmed like a tide of armored shadows, their many legs hammering against the earth, their serrated mandibles snapping in anticipation. At the heart of it all stood the Dame, hair whipping wild in the furnace heat she conjured, her hands blazing with runes of molten flame. Every gesture unleashed an inferno; gouts of fire tearing through carapace, boiling icor spraying into the air. Her voice carried on the wind in a half-snarled chant, ancient words igniting the very air around her.

But as the enemy pressed closer, her magic surged wilder. The fire no longer bent to her command, it screamed with her rage, crackling, splintering outward in arcs she hadn’t called. The ground beneath her molded and set ablaze as her emotions got the better of her, causing her magic to start to flicker and wave out of control. All she knew was on fire, hungry and alive, pouring from her palms with reckless abandon.

A shape cut through the blaze; the shield maiden, charging past her fires with unshakable resolve. Armor blackened at the edges shield scorched but unbroken, she slammed through the chaos until she was upon the Dame, the mages eyes fever-bright and unfocused widened too late.

The maiden's gauntleted fist drove into her stomach with brutal precision. The breath was punched out of her in a strangled gasp, the sound lost beneath the roar of fire. She doubled forward, flames sputtering violently as her body collapsed into itself, a sharp crack echoing inside of her chest– one of her ribs, broken. Pain seared through her just as harshly as the uncontrolled fires had, and the magic faltered, flames guttering into smoking embers.

She fell to one knee, clutching her side, the world spinning with agony and shock. The shield maiden towered over her shield raised against the encroaching narubians, eyes blazing not with cruelty, but the demand of control. “Enough” her stance seemed to say without words, behind her the dame's friend's voice finally broke through, trembling with fear and relief alike.

The dame coughed, smoke spilling from her lips, her body trembled as she realized the horror-her flames had nearly consumed ally and enemy alike. And now, bruised and broken she was forced to face what the shield maiden had done: saved her from her own fires, again. Zaeyi quickly picked her up, disregarding the chaos that the dame had caused, he would quickly run her back to the safety of behind the battle lines, checking her over, she couldn’t speak, not yet, but she knew she had to get the cuffs back on, motioning to her bag quickly. Understanding the urgency he hopped up and took the bag, digging in a frantic way and took out the cuffs placing them on in a cold snap pinching some as he did, she didn’t care about that pain, she was in agony from her rib.

Unspoken looks only were exchanged, she needed to get out of this place for a bit, she had done enough, she had caused chaos as well as aided the war,Zaeyi leaned in brushing the hair from her face and kissed her forehead.

” Go home, get healed, get your mind right Tails.”

She understood the assignment, if she was needed further, she would be contacted, she knew, taking her bag from his hands, she would take out her hearth, gazing over it as she winced, pressing her palm to it, the only place it was set:Silvermoon. Before she would bother hearting she would quickly take out the necklace and put it on, as it took hold the magic colored her eyes a fel green, with that she would leave the lines.

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Day-4-August 20th

Direction

While the area around was somewhat on fire, Nubian corpses laying around burning and melting the exoskeletons, the two mages sat on a rock between the chaos and battle, while eating their fill of mana pastries, gazing over the aftermath of both arcane and fires all around, flickering and humming softly like a song. Taking a bite of the cookie her eyes scanned over the field targeting the shield maiden who had gone wild in her ways of both healing and getting herself covered in the blood of her victims laid to the field.

“You know, Valin has always been like this, every since she joined my brother inlaws band of barbarians, she lost her cooth and elegance.”

The afflicted mage just gazed and watched as the shield maiden went on a rampage, swearing she was a warrior not a paladin in class, his brows lifted as his gaze slowly went to Talanastia, then back out as he took up another cookie absentminded enjoying their break for what it was worth.

“You said, it was you, her, and the medic right?”

“Ya, like over… 20 years ago? Give or take…. Heh.”

“What was it called?”

“Beleive it or not, the band of misfits."

“What ever happened to them?”

“We all went our separate ways, the medic tried to keep with them, but in the end it was best she didn’t linger, she had some issues to work out after all.”

A not so fond memory, of their last expedition that ended in the medics collapse striking fears in the hearts of the band, to this day the dame still blamed herself- she never told the medic to not touch the dagger, that it was cursed and laced with something of old, something that was deemed dangerous by any magical users standards… If she had said something, had she wrapped the dagger and put it away like she used to do with anything deemed too dangerous for others to touch… They wouldn’t have lost the sweetness of Kara, her laughter and bubbly ways.

“I miscalculated, after 5 years with them you’d think most of us would know what to touch and what not to…. But after she… After the collapse and she woke, I finally got her to tell me what compelled her to do it, a voice, one even I could hear but had the powers to ignore.”

“The good thing is, she has her life still, so, after this, you still plan on an arranged marriage?”

“Yes, I need to make sure Yo’Lona will have a good future if anything ever happens to me. I do get impulsive at times.”

“Would you consider being under my house name?”

“Zaeyi, no offense, but I don’t think I'd be able to, lay with you, or put up with your asshole family.”

“Fair enough, I do wish you luck for the direction you choose.”

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"No one broke in" "And no one beat the crap out of you either, I'm guessing"

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Shifting Sands

DWC-Day 2. August 18th

Layer/Wither

Hot, it was always so hot and dry in Tanaris, it didn’t help she was still in her battle armor either. Urging the Talbuk a little further the caves she wanted slowly came into view, once they reached the entrance she slid from the saddle hitting the sands below in a crunch against her boots, gazing over the entrance before she moved along the faithful animal, her gloved hand sliding through its course hairs.

” I will be back in a bit.”

Each step she felt like it was a shift through time itself, feeling the essence and energies of the twisting of times itself, now within the cool of the cave, the caverns of time still held its display of old, her hues taking in each greater detail as she wandered about in search of what lay below, the belly of it all, the dragons of time that still stood and protected what has past.

Once she passed that of distant memories, things that the new generation will have to come here to even see; to be a part of the history these dragons took great pride in reserving the events. Seeing the shelf that held the hourglass and all its glory her eyes soon fell upon someone; they gave a sorrowful knowing smile and nod. “I see, you're right on time, Talanastia. I have been expecting you.” He glanced down then to the hourglass, keeping her within peripheral view as she moved to get closer to him, his visage of her likeness; of Kin to her, even if only for this brief meeting.

“Then you know why I am here.”

“Yes, but I will not beat around the bush, I will not send you back, but I can be of some aid to what you seek.”

With that he raised his hand, the palm outward as he made the sands shift and raise creating something from her memories, something that she so desperately wished to see, knowing she still had unfinished talks and business, something that had been eating her alive inside all these centuries that she had dragged her feet through, slowly creating the man and child her heart ached for, to seek and to speak.

When it was all said and done, she now casted her gaze to the man before her, though it was just a visage of sand her chest tightened as he took the form of someone she longed for, and beside him a smaller version of them put together, tears threatened to spill; she choked it back and gazed to the man, as attire though it was of sand she knew it all too well, the proud arch-dukes one and only son before her. Stepping forward with a hand outreached grazing what would have been a strong jawline, missing to be able to trace the scar he had gotten in his many battles while keeping Lordaeron safe along with its people. “Eldriwin… “ she murmured, gazing over from head to toe, a small chuckle escaped as her eyes took in his farstrider styled hair, shaking her head at this.”You know, it seems that style still exists today, it would have boosted your pride my love.”

All the things she wished to say were stuck in her throat as if she had swallowed the sands around her, drawing in a deep breath only able to offer a loving smile to the visage of the man she had married thousands of years ago, she took her place beside him and leaned to it, allowing the sands to shift along her cheeks as she did. “ I think of you every day, of what could have been, but I also have slowly finally come to accept the abrupt loss of what used to be… You would pick at me really, with how I allowed myself to hold on for so long, knowing you, you would have told me to keep going, keep moving my feet.”

The Dame's eyes then fell to Aiden, shifting to him now, kneeling down and reaching out to the visages head as if to move hairs from his face to be behind his ears. ” And you my little love, would have grown into a wondrous young man, probably a lady slayer much like your father.” Taking a seat in the sands, she looked to the dragon who was allowing this, his gaze was on her briefly as it then shifted away, giving her the time she needed.

“You know, you have a sister now, you would love her. Yo’Lona, she can be a handful, but I know you would have been the best big brother ever, someone to stand by her side and fight off any bullies that dared even look at her cross.”

Then all fell silent, she didn’t really know what else to say, even though she had come all this way she was now just sitting in silence with the two she loved and missed so dearly, shifting she would lower her shoulder and slip the satchel from her person, opening it she took out a beautiful bouquet of flowers she had picked for her child, laying it between the feet of the past she stood and gazed at them.

“Thank you, sir." She looked to the dragon now, who held a small bit of sorrow for the woman, giving a very faint nod, his eyes went to the flowers; something that will be withered with time itself once she leaves, he watched her fidget and gaze to his makings knowing her time here was done and watched her walk away, in truth he hoped her heart at least lightened with this, able to see and say goodbye to a past that still ate away a her to this day.

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Sinful or Sweet Sunday

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Send my character(s): -Sinful or sweet questions! -Sinful or sweet confessions! -Sinful or sweet rumors you’ve heard about them! -Sinful or sweet comm messages! -Sinful or sweet headcanons you have for our characters! -What their sexiest or sweetest traits are according to your character!

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DAREDEVIL | 3.08 — Upstairs/Downstairs

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DWC Day 1- August17th

Ethereal, Calculate

The wind off the Dragonblight carried a chill that clung to her skin like regret, but Talanastia  the Quel'Dorei stood unmoving, as if carved from the same stone beneath her feet. Her strawberry blonde hair danced in the dusk light, catching the last strands of the sun and turning them to fire, though no warmth touched her eyes.

Behind her, he lingered, silent, still, far too close.

He wore the guise of an elf, tall and broad-shouldered, with skin darkened like aged bronze from a sun that no longer existed in this realm. But it was his eyes that betrayed the illusion. They were void-colored: fathomless pools of shifting violet and black, like twin abysses where stars went to die. Eyes that saw too much, wanted too much.

He called himself Error in this form, but she had never asked his true name.

"I could warm you," he said, his voice low and coaxing, smoke curling beneath silk. "The cold bites so cruelly when you're alone."

“I’m not cold,” Talanastia replied, her tone as brittle as ice. She still didn’t turn to face him.

He stepped closer. She felt him, always—like a storm pressing just beyond the edge of her awareness, thunder held back by the thinnest veil of restraint.

Error’s love for her was not the love of mortals. It was ancient, ravenous, and wrong. He loved her as a dragon loves a treasure—covetously, violently. To him, she was a living gem: something to be collected, hidden, hoarded away from prying eyes. Not a woman with a heart of her own, but an object of eternal desire, something he had decided would be his.

"You don't have to keep pretending," he said, softly.”I could help you keep warm, and keep it like that-”

"Let you lock me away in one of your caverns?" she said sharply, turning then, her eyes like shattered glass. "Let you twist your obsession into comfort and call it kindness? I’d sooner freeze.”

He blinked slowly, as if wounded, but it was all part of the game. A dragon knows patience. Error had waited centuries for other things. He could wait a little longer for her to break.

But she wouldn’t. Not for him. The Dame had to be calculated with her words and actions, not wishing to further his pursuit. Her eyes soon went back to the ice sea before them as a hum was given, forgiving his rudeness to a small extent at least, she should have known the obsession of a dragon was powerful indeed, her mind wondered wondering what her child was up to now as she was safe within Pandaria lands with her very best friend and his child they were nearly the same age after all.

“I have to go aid the battle that is happening now Error, you should stay here and regain your senses before you join or find yourself upon the dragon isle.”Her tone was cold, icy, as if to make sure he knew the distance that was placed between the two.

His beautiful void eyes shifted in color like dancing and dying stars within looking over her face then out to the sea pondering within his own twisted void of a mind. "I doubt they will accept me as I am regardless, they are proud flights, and I am of a shit only known for carnage and never-ending darkness.”The tone of his voice seemed to be void of any emotions now as they sank deep.

“Error just make sure to stay safe….Find a mate.”Looking him over she gave a small sorrow filled smile knowing he would probably follow her to the ends of azeroth if she allowed him, his burning passion the dear dragon held for her was unhealthy, she hadn't even mentioned it but after she was to do some clean up she was going to look for a political marriage to be arranged if she could.

” I may not see you again…I will be looking for a political marriage.” As if not trying to wound him, her features went soft, her words were true. Looking at him with admiration as she would have to say goodbye for what breath and time she had left around his old lineage, not able to really hold back she turned to face him and only walked past him to leave.

Each step was a blade buried in his ribs, and still, Error stood there in the snow, unmoving, as if the cold would freeze the ache before it could spread deeper.

Talanastia.

Her name echoed through the hollows of Dragonblight like a hymn sung in a ruined temple. No anger burned in him now—only the low, crumbling weight of something ancient breaking.

He had lived centuries. Watched empires fall. Seen the sea turn to sky and back again. But nothing had prepared him for her.

And nothing could make him let her go.

He moved before he even realized it, striding after her through the snow. “Talanastia—wait.”

She stopped, her back still turned to him. Snow dusted her cloak like starlight.

“Please,” he said.

That word had never passed his lips before. Not in truth. Not in all the long span of his existence. But now he let it fall, raw and trembling.

“I know I’m not what you need,” he said. “I know I burn too bright, hold too tightly. But I… I don’t know how to be without you anymore.”

She turned, slowly, eyes meeting his. There was no cruelty in her expression. That hurt more than anger ever could.

“I never asked you to love me,” she said.

“I know. And still I do.”

He dropped to his knees in the snow. Pride was nothing now. Not beside the thought of losing her to a name he didn’t even know. To a life where she would wither in courtly obligations, seen but never known.

“I would change,” he said, voice hoarse. “If I could be gentler, quieter. I’d bury the dragon in me for you, Talanastia. I’d grovel in every language I’ve ever spoken. Just… don’t leave me behind.”

She took a step forward, eyes brimming not with love, but with sorrow. She knelt in front of him, placed a hand against his cheek.

“You think that’s what I want? A god made small for me?” Her voice broke softly. “That would kill us both.”

He leaned into her touch—just for a moment—trying to memorize it, brand it into the skin of this false body.

“You will survive this,” she whispered.

“I don’t want to,” he breathed. “Not without you.”

Talanastia pressed her forehead to his, for the briefest moment of closeness they would ever share. “You must.”

And then she pulled away.

He didn’t follow this time.

Because love, he realized too late, wasn’t about hoarding or holding. Sometimes, it was about surrender.

But dragons weren’t made to surrender.

Not forever. Their love was something she could never reach, something so ethereal, something she would never be able to grasp.

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