Temperance Thornton

IC Blog for Temperance Thornton, a Kul'Tirasian Witch on WRA

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A Means To Hurt

Everything had been a rush. One minute she heard Kain barking across the hall from Zek’s room, the next Laurent was dead. The stillness, the sudden absence of a person screamed at her magic. Laurent was dead, and his soul would be free to run to the Shadowland or whereeverWorgens went after death.

She had held his angry violent soul, letting it beat violently against her giving her the challenge of her life to keep him inside his body. It was only ask Zek had resurected Laurent that Temperance felt the emotions crash around her. Flying thoughts that had zoomed past her crashed around in a brilliant wreckage that she was stuck watching. When the medics arrived she slipped out of the room, she needed time, she needed to be away so she could figure out what was happening.

Falling to the ground outside his room she covered her face in her hands. She could smell the vomit, the sweat, the sour smell of the alcohol. It’s putrid scent kept her grounded in the moment, in the painful realization that burned her heart.

‘You know, I shouldn’t be suprised he’s alive still. I think some say that dogs are hard to kill.’ Son’ispa’s voice slithered up from the back of Temperance’s mind. The once comforting voice had turned into something Temperance fought against. ‘Why are you crying? He’s alive.’

But she couldn’t stop cryig, even if he was alive, the pain in her chest reminded her about what she almost lost. Her voice was a whisper, as she didn’t want Laurent to overhear her. She didn’t know how good his hearing was. “I still lost him for that moment Son. I feel that pain.”

‘You haven’t even seen him for the last month, why do you care?’

She knew why. Temperance felt Kain sit beside her and she wrapped her arms around the large dog. The contact was what she needed and she looked at Kain with a greatful look. “You did such a good job, thank you for getting me.” She kissed the pup on top of it’s large head but her body still lowered and made her let out a long breath.

‘He’s going to be fine, probably up to his normal boring antics in a matter of days. Just, get your crying out and we can move on.’

But a small rush of annoyance she had to say it. “I watched someone I love die and I didn’t tell him.”

The silence was palpable in Temperance’s head.

‘Did you say that you love that man?’

The question was so simple, but it was villed with a poison that Temperance feared. Son had made Temperance promise to not fall in love with Laurent. But emotions were not things you could plan. 

“I am. I love him and I know he doesn’t love me. So shut up.” Temperance’s voice was harsher. “I don’t want you whispering in my ear about him being a mess, that he’s unworthy, just... stop it. He might be fine, but I know he doesn’t care about me like that. And that’s fine.”

She rest her head against the hall wall. “That’s... just fine.” She said the words and felt her heart turn in her chest. “He’s in love with a woman who didn’t love him. I at least get to be his friend still. It’s alright. I wanted him as a crush so he didn’t use me. Being in love with him is... more of the same, just I know I need to accept I’m going to be alone but be his friend.”

Son’Ispa coiled up in a frothy mess in the back of Termperance’s mind. ‘You lied to me.’

“You lied to me too. In Panadaria. This is me rebelling.”

‘I was trying to help you.’

“And I’m trying to grow up.”

Son’ispa was quiet for a moment, but the entity spoke. ‘What if he hurts you.’

“There are a million ways to be hurt. I’m going to get hurt. I’ve been hurt. You’ve hurt me. He won’t mean to hurt me. He’s not going to know he’s hurting me. Which is fine. He has enough on his plate.”

‘No truer words were spoken Ducky... You’re lucky Alexander likes him. Priest won him over with that level of devotion... If you get angry with him, can I then hurt him?’

“No. I won’t let you or Alexander hurt him. If you do that. I’ll hate you both, forever.” Temperance opened her eyes and looked at Kain. “You dad’s a good man, he’s just needing a lot of help.”

‘I’m never going to get you away from him... I might as well get used to the fact my daughter prefers to spend her time with priests than other void users and witches. I would wonder where I went wrong, But... I think this is just you, isn’t it? I somehow got a beautiful empathic daughter... who has the worst taste in men.’

Tempernace rolled her eyes. “You have bad taste in men. Laurent doesn’t mean to hurt me. Unlike the guys you try to hook me up with.”

‘I would have a snarky remark, but I can’t think of any right now. So. Enjoy your victory.’

(( Mentions @laurent-price. I’ve been waiting for his conversation to happen. Growing pains will be happening with them too, The angst isn’t over for Son and Temperance and their disagreements))

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Vampire Clan

Congratulations! You are a Toreador. Vampires often say that if the Ventrue are the mind of the Camarilla, the Toreador are its soul. And if you ever meet a Toreador, this paradigm makes sense - they are the epitome of beauty, lust and passion. Seductive, emotional and glamorous, the Toreador are mainly responsible for the stereotype of the vampire that seduces prey with their beauty and sensuality. And if you were chosen for this clan, you probably held that belief too.

Toreador are possibly the most ‘’human’’ out of all the vampire clans. Paradoxically, this is also their curse, as Toreadors will spend more time than any other vampires lamenting their lost humanity. As such, Toreadors channel their inner melancholy into admiring, and even creating works of art. As a Toreador, you play an essential role in maintaining the image of grace and civility of the Camarilla, the ruling body of vampire society.

Traditionally speaking, Toreador is the clan of artists, actors, musicians, writers and poets. In the modern times, the progressive wing of the clan has taken to embracing members of the newer arts, such as graphic designers, graffiti artists, CGI technicians, Wall Street brokers, and game developers. While members of the old guard see this as a dilution of their values, younger vampires view it as a necessary step to stay relevant in the modern times.

Nevertheless, Toreadors bickering over what can be considered true art is as eternal as their curse. And now you’re going to take part in that debate for God knows how many hundreds of years. Who knows, maybe you’re going to be the one that finally solves it.

Clan Traits:

Physical beauty

Closer to humans than any other vampires

Empathy

Accomplished artists, musicians, actors, writers, poets

Influential leaders of vampiric society

((OOC LOL, man temperance would get so annoyed with Toreadores. She cares about people, and she wants to be striking physically as a shield, but she doesn’t deal with ‘artists’ very well. She’s a lot more down to earth. But for VTM’s clans this is as close as she could get.))

Tagged by: @netherstrike​

Tagging: @laurent-price​, @emily-barker​

TEST

[scifi-fantasy-horror]

Fairy Tail Project - Beauty and the Beast by  Victor + Vincent N7

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Viola fell silent for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she looked over the bells.  She did not touch a single one but merely stooped low over the wall to look them over in as much detail as she could. Almost absently she spoke, “Bells have always been used against the undead.  Why do you think churches have them?” she added.  “We are of a similar bloodline; Gilneans and Kul’tiran although I imagine it is rather… waterdown now.  Still, perhaps there are paths that criss cross with one another, yes?”  Dark eyes lifted from their study and she offered the much taller woman a brief smile that momentarily lit her pale face. “Do you still use them?”

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Tempreance liked that idea. With her family being all but destroyed the idea distant connections was interesting for her. “I think the connection is stronger than we give it credit. I get along with a lot of Gilneans. We like the same food, tell similar stories. They accepted the wolf and Kul’Tiras accepted the sea.”

She looked at the bells with a fondness before she nodded. “I just got them a month ago from… distant family.” She looked back to Viola and felt more comfortable saying it. “My ancestor told me to dig him up and take the bells from..” She paused and pushed forward knowing how horrible it woudl sound. “from his grave. These have been burried underground for… who knows how long.”

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Viola shot Temperance a glance as the woman spoke but most of her attention seemed to be focused on the bells as she remained stooped over them.  The other woman’s confession though demands the caretaker’s full attention.  Dark eyes lifted and settled upon Temperance.  Silence. “Well,” Viola started after a long pause, taking a deep breath before she continued.  “Sometimes there are exceptions to… certain rules,” the words came slowly, drops of water off of melting icicles.  “So, perhaps, we can overlook a little bit of, ah, grave robbing.”  Her lips pursed and she raised one hand to cup her chin with one hand while she thought.  “Grave robbing may not even be the correct word if you were, mn, instructed to do so by the Dearly Departed the grave belonged to…” The smaller woman trailed off and was clearly lost in thought. Eventually she shook herself and returned to the conversation at hand.  “These are a treasure.  They are not exactly like the ones I saw in my grandmother’s book, but they are close.  I wonder if they could be replicated?” 

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She looked at the bells with a fondness, they and her spell book where the only family heirlooms she had. She knew removing them from her ancestors grave was unusual, but she was in the same place as Viola. If she had permission was it really graverobbing?

“I think they can, my ancestor said they were able to be remade. My spell book has something about them, but I needed to see them to understand what needed to happen.” She smiled to Viola and nodded to the bells. “Are you looking for a set?”

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Those dark eyes lit suddenly as Viola straightened to fix her attention upon Temperance.  She nodded, strands of her hair bobbing violently with the motion. 

“Oh, yes.  I would love a set.  I – If you do not mind I would like to take rubbings of the ruins.  The book I mentioned was lost during the fall,” she lifted her hands to fiddle with an odd ring on one pointer finger, “But I… I think it would be an interesting chore to try and recreate them.”

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Looking at the bells Temperance thought about it but in the end nodded. Knowledge couldn’t be hidden away, that had been something she vowed right then and there. “It really would. A fun challenge too.” She noticed the ring and nodded to it. “What’s that?”

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Viola fell silent for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she looked over the bells.  She did not touch a single one but merely stooped low over the wall to look them over in as much detail as she could. Almost absently she spoke, “Bells have always been used against the undead.  Why do you think churches have them?” she added.  “We are of a similar bloodline; Gilneans and Kul’tiran although I imagine it is rather… waterdown now.  Still, perhaps there are paths that criss cross with one another, yes?”  Dark eyes lifted from their study and she offered the much taller woman a brief smile that momentarily lit her pale face. “Do you still use them?”

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Tempreance liked that idea. With her family being all but destroyed the idea distant connections was interesting for her. “I think the connection is stronger than we give it credit. I get along with a lot of Gilneans. We like the same food, tell similar stories. They accepted the wolf and Kul’Tiras accepted the sea.”

She looked at the bells with a fondness before she nodded. “I just got them a month ago from… distant family.” She looked back to Viola and felt more comfortable saying it. “My ancestor told me to dig him up and take the bells from..” She paused and pushed forward knowing how horrible it woudl sound. “from his grave. These have been burried underground for… who knows how long.”

( @ghostly-haunts)

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Viola shot Temperance a glance as the woman spoke but most of her attention seemed to be focused on the bells as she remained stooped over them.  The other woman’s confession though demands the caretaker’s full attention.  Dark eyes lifted and settled upon Temperance.  Silence. “Well,” Viola started after a long pause, taking a deep breath before she continued.  “Sometimes there are exceptions to… certain rules,” the words came slowly, drops of water off of melting icicles.  “So, perhaps, we can overlook a little bit of, ah, grave robbing.”  Her lips pursed and she raised one hand to cup her chin with one hand while she thought.  “Grave robbing may not even be the correct word if you were, mn, instructed to do so by the Dearly Departed the grave belonged to…” The smaller woman trailed off and was clearly lost in thought. Eventually she shook herself and returned to the conversation at hand.  “These are a treasure.  They are not exactly like the ones I saw in my grandmother’s book, but they are close.  I wonder if they could be replicated?” 

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She looked at the bells with a fondness, they and her spell book where the only family heirlooms she had. She knew removing them from her ancestors grave was unusual, but she was in the same place as Viola. If she had permission was it really graverobbing?

“I think they can, my ancestor said they were able to be remade. My spell book has something about them, but I needed to see them to understand what needed to happen.” She smiled to Viola and nodded to the bells. “Are you looking for a set?”

( @ghostly-haunts)

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][ Contuined from here ][

Viola fell silent for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she looked over the bells.  She did not touch a single one but merely stooped low over the wall to look them over in as much detail as she could. Almost absently she spoke, “Bells have always been used against the undead.  Why do you think churches have them?” she added.  “We are of a similar bloodline; Gilneans and Kul’tiran although I imagine it is rather… waterdown now.  Still, perhaps there are paths that criss cross with one another, yes?”  Dark eyes lifted from their study and she offered the much taller woman a brief smile that momentarily lit her pale face. “Do you still use them?”

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Tempreance liked that idea. With her family being all but destroyed the idea distant connections was interesting for her. “I think the connection is stronger than we give it credit. I get along with a lot of Gilneans. We like the same food, tell similar stories. They accepted the wolf and Kul’Tiras accepted the sea.”

She looked at the bells with a fondness before she nodded. “I just got them a month ago from... distant family.” She looked back to Viola and felt more comfortable saying it. “My ancestor told me to dig him up and take the bells from..” She paused and pushed forward knowing how horrible it woudl sound. “from his grave. These have been burried underground for... who knows how long.”

( @ghostly-haunts)

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It was rare for Viola to leave the cemetery.  The city streets were too crowded and loud, too many strangers pressing against her in their rush to *somewhere.*  Everyone was always in a hurry and it made her heart pound against her ribs like a bird determined to be set free.  The only time she roamed was when she had a destination in mind, typically the city gates or a ship leaving early in the morning when the citizens of Stormwind were not rushing too and fro. 

She had a goal today, as well. Even if it was vague.

Viola had only met the woman once but she had spoken to a third about her.  The other woman’s face was clear in her mind and she felt a surge of relief when she did not have to wander far from her cemetery after all. 

“Miss – Ah –” Viola froze, a dark blush coloring pale cheeks as she dug through her memory for the name.  “Miss Temperance?”  Her voice was soft and colored with a faint Gilnean accent, clinging to her words like a worn flag.  “Do you remember me?  We, uh, we met briefly?”  Viola was a small woman and she appeared smaller, curled in slightly on herself with dark eyes that shifted restlessly.

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Temperance was doing as Father Shield had asked and was spending a good hour or two at the church every day. Coming from the church Temperance could feel Son’Ispa awaken but she didn’t speak as the voice called out.

That day Temperance was dressed in a dark purple that let her eyes shine enough to compliment the color. She was tall nearing six feet even if she was leaner than some Kul’Tirans. Her posture slouched as she noticed Viola and she smiled with a hopeful look. 

“Yes, from the cemetery.” Temperance’s voice was softer as she watched the shier woman. “Is everything alright? Do you need to go somewhere to talk?” Her eyes looked out to see any of the Priests of paladins who might notice them and take offense at two necromancers meeting in public.

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The ghost of a smile crossed her features, curling the edges of pale lips when the taller woman recalled her.  Relief settled in her chest and eased the pounding of her heart a bit.

“Yes, yes.”  Dark eyes slashed left, right, and then she moved away from the looming Cathedral.  It was not a bad place, really, but Viola had stopped her worship of the light after her sister’s death and the pristine stone of it’s spires made a hidden part of her ache.

“Father Price spoke of you to me, uh, shortly… before we met.  You and I, I mean,” she added hastily while they walked.  “He mentioned – Oh, I-I-I hope this is not, ah, too forward…”  Viola paused, pursed her lips, then just leaned into it.  “He mentioned a set of bells you have and I was wondering if I could see them?”

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Blinking a bit Temperance didn’t realize Laurent had spoken about her to others. A slight blush crossed over her cheeks but it faded as a small unpleasant turn of her stomach reminded her he wasn’t talking to her.

“Oh, yes. Do you want to go to the Graveyard? It’ll be quieter there.” She touched the belt that was slung over her shoulder. There were seven pouches, one almost as big as Temperance’s head and the smallest being no bigger than her thumb. “It’ll be easier to pull them out when there aren’t, others around. Are you just curious or did something he say sound interesting?”

(( @ghostly-haunts))

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Viola started down the path to her graveyard, already feeling the comfort of it’s quiet stones.  Her lips pursed at Temperance’s question. “He asked me a few questions about the Dearly Departed and how one might… put them to rest?” teeth worried at her lower lip for a moment.  “I mentioned bells putting the departed back to sleep and he mentioned you.  I have only ever seen bells in a belt like yours in, ah, a book.  An old book, yes?” She added, ducking her head coyly, “My grandmother showed it to me when I was young.”

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“Really?” Temperance was suddenly excited by the thought. “I didn’t know if anyone else used the same kind of magic as my family. I wonder if they knew each other... I could ask my ancestors bu-” She stopped herself wincing as the entity in her mind reminded her she was ranting.

Reaching to her belt she would go to the nearby wall and slowly would pull out each of the bells. One was just smaller than her head the smallest was no bigger than her thumb. “There are seven bells, each one is supposed to quiet a different problem. Anger, grief, listlessness, and.” She pointed to the smallest. “That one will negate the necromancy in the area.”

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What do they like to wear?

Oh boy. *Laughs*

So for those of you who don’t know me... I love clothing. I love fashion. Downside is NONE OF MY TOONS LIKE WEARING PRETTY SHIT. When I made Temperance I knew I wanted her to love looking beautiful. So I’m giving her my love of pretty things.

Generally Temperance likes dresses in what I call ‘peacock colors’. If you can find the color on a peacock, she’d wear it and wear it well. She likes to wear blacks when she doesn’t want to try hard at dressing up, but she loves expensive fabrics and is learning to love the way well made clothes fit on her.

And now. I am not sorry. Enjoy her current closet!

((LOTS of pictures below))

(For when she’s out in the city)

(Another city dress)

(Going through a graveyard)

(Lounging around the house)

(Being extra necromancer)

((Thank you for the ask @latildarommel!))

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33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance? 57. What D&D alignment are they?

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance?

The main object that Temperance owns that she finds the most important are her bells, and her spellbook. The bells were given to her by her many great grandfather (He’s more distantly related but I’m not writing down that many greats), and the book came from his wife. They are relics of who her family once was. Temperance keeps the book locked away and the bells are always on her now as she’s learning to use her necromantic powers better.

What D&D alignment are they?

I personally hate D&D alignments. They put people in too big of boxes and I never can find an alignment to fit one of my characters. Minus Alle, she’s lawful neutral. Temperance likes to follow the rules of the governments she belongs too, accept when they would see her stripped of her family. I know she’s a good person but a lot of the stuff she does could be considered questionable. I might just call her straight Good, but even then it doesn’t fit her well. Ya, see? Eh, I’m just not a big fan of it so I’m probably not thinking about it the right way.

Thank you for the ask @fel-over!!

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64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?

The chocolate cake was sitting there on the counter of Temperance’s kitchen. Normally the kitchen was her domain, but someone had snuck in and left a nice dark chocolate slice on one of the plates. Looking around the room once she looked between the cake and to the nothing around her.

Finally, her curiosity got the better of her. “Alexander! Are you home?” She called out into the nothing.

“Yes.” The voice was nowhere but everywhere at once. “I arrived home this morning and am taking a nap.”

Temperance scrunched her face up and nodded. “Is this cake yours?”

“No.” The voice said. “It is yours. Cook said you deserved cake after your last few weeks. So enjoy. Now let me rest.”

‘It doesn’t do well to disturb sleeping void creatures.’ Son’Ispa warned though her voice was weaker now. ‘For we like our sleep more than we like the subjugation of Azeroth.’

Nodding Temperance picked up the plate of cake and wouldn’t ask another question about it. 

((Thank you for the ask @olivia-lovecraft))

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It was rare for Viola to leave the cemetery.  The city streets were too crowded and loud, too many strangers pressing against her in their rush to *somewhere.*  Everyone was always in a hurry and it made her heart pound against her ribs like a bird determined to be set free.  The only time she roamed was when she had a destination in mind, typically the city gates or a ship leaving early in the morning when the citizens of Stormwind were not rushing too and fro. 

She had a goal today, as well. Even if it was vague.

Viola had only met the woman once but she had spoken to a third about her.  The other woman’s face was clear in her mind and she felt a surge of relief when she did not have to wander far from her cemetery after all. 

“Miss – Ah –” Viola froze, a dark blush coloring pale cheeks as she dug through her memory for the name.  “Miss Temperance?”  Her voice was soft and colored with a faint Gilnean accent, clinging to her words like a worn flag.  “Do you remember me?  We, uh, we met briefly?”  Viola was a small woman and she appeared smaller, curled in slightly on herself with dark eyes that shifted restlessly.

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Temperance was doing as Father Shield had asked and was spending a good hour or two at the church every day. Coming from the church Temperance could feel Son’Ispa awaken but she didn’t speak as the voice called out.

That day Temperance was dressed in a dark purple that let her eyes shine enough to compliment the color. She was tall nearing six feet even if she was leaner than some Kul’Tirans. Her posture slouched as she noticed Viola and she smiled with a hopeful look. 

“Yes, from the cemetery.” Temperance’s voice was softer as she watched the shier woman. “Is everything alright? Do you need to go somewhere to talk?” Her eyes looked out to see any of the Priests of paladins who might notice them and take offense at two necromancers meeting in public.

( @ghostly-haunts​)

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The ghost of a smile crossed her features, curling the edges of pale lips when the taller woman recalled her.  Relief settled in her chest and eased the pounding of her heart a bit.

“Yes, yes.”  Dark eyes slashed left, right, and then she moved away from the looming Cathedral.  It was not a bad place, really, but Viola had stopped her worship of the light after her sister’s death and the pristine stone of it’s spires made a hidden part of her ache.

“Father Price spoke of you to me, uh, shortly… before we met.  You and I, I mean,” she added hastily while they walked.  “He mentioned – Oh, I-I-I hope this is not, ah, too forward…”  Viola paused, pursed her lips, then just leaned into it.  “He mentioned a set of bells you have and I was wondering if I could see them?”

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Blinking a bit Temperance didn’t realize Laurent had spoken about her to others. A slight blush crossed over her cheeks but it faded as a small unpleasant turn of her stomach reminded her he wasn’t talking to her.

“Oh, yes. Do you want to go to the Graveyard? It’ll be quieter there.” She touched the belt that was slung over her shoulder. There were seven pouches, one almost as big as Temperance’s head and the smallest being no bigger than her thumb. “It’ll be easier to pull them out when there aren’t, others around. Are you just curious or did something he say sound interesting?”

(( @ghostly-haunts))

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It was rare for Viola to leave the cemetery.  The city streets were too crowded and loud, too many strangers pressing against her in their rush to *somewhere.*  Everyone was always in a hurry and it made her heart pound against her ribs like a bird determined to be set free.  The only time she roamed was when she had a destination in mind, typically the city gates or a ship leaving early in the morning when the citizens of Stormwind were not rushing too and fro. 

She had a goal today, as well. Even if it was vague.

Viola had only met the woman once but she had spoken to a third about her.  The other woman’s face was clear in her mind and she felt a surge of relief when she did not have to wander far from her cemetery after all. 

“Miss – Ah –” Viola froze, a dark blush coloring pale cheeks as she dug through her memory for the name.  “Miss Temperance?”  Her voice was soft and colored with a faint Gilnean accent, clinging to her words like a worn flag.  “Do you remember me?  We, uh, we met briefly?”  Viola was a small woman and she appeared smaller, curled in slightly on herself with dark eyes that shifted restlessly.

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Temperance was doing as Father Shield had asked and was spending a good hour or two at the church every day. Coming from the church Temperance could feel Son’Ispa awaken but she didn’t speak as the voice called out.

That day Temperance was dressed in a dark purple that let her eyes shine enough to compliment the color. She was tall nearing six feet even if she was leaner than some Kul’Tirans. Her posture slouched as she noticed Viola and she smiled with a hopeful look. 

“Yes, from the cemetery.” Temperance’s voice was softer as she watched the shier woman. “Is everything alright? Do you need to go somewhere to talk?” Her eyes looked out to see any of the Priests of paladins who might notice them and take offense at two necromancers meeting in public.

( @ghostly-haunts​)

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Confession:

Being inside the Church Temperance felt peace, this is what she missed at any other moment in the day. She desperately wanted the stillness of her own mind, not having Son’Ispa coiling around whispering and reminding her of how things could go horribly wrong.

Closing the door of the confessional booth she nervously clasped and unclasped her hands in thought. How long had it been? The Light was still something she wanted to avoid, but the person she would speak to was the whole source of what had happened. 

“B-Bless me, Father, I have sinned.” She winced knowing the next part was going to be telling. “It’s been three years since my last confession.”

The other side, behind the screen she couldn’t look through a softer lower voice spoke back. His accent reminded her of people from Westfall. “That’s a good little chunk of time, tell me about your sins.”

Where did she start?

“There’s.. a lot to this Father.” She closed her eyes to savor the silence before speaking. “I lied to someone I care about. One of my only friends. After I lied he grew distant and didn’t want to be around me. I... I think it’s my fault and I don’t know what to do. He’s been, everything this last month.”

Getting to the end of her statement, she didn’t feel better. Wasn’t confession supposed to help? Her heart was twisting in her chest and she wished she hadn’t come to the Church for guidance.

The voice on the other side of the screen remained calm and spoke slowly for her. “Now, Miss, I think your gonna have t’give me more information than that. What did you lie about?”

And there she knew everything had to come out.

“You’re not allowed to tell anyone, or do anything about what I say? Right?” She asked, having to be sure.

“That is right.” The priest said but now she could hear a light curiosity grow. “Why you askin’?”

“I have a void entity in my head. We share a body because of a botched ritual my family tried to do... The entity has cared for me like a mother after everyone else I knew died. I decided I wanted to go to Pandaria to learn some of the cooking styles that are there. But... she sensed the other void entities that were fighting and called them. Summoned them to get me. She, she sees me as her daughter and I was introduced to entity after entity with names that would drive people insane.”

Temperance then shivered. “They noticed I was immune to the madness. And they wanted to see how much they could test me.” She could feel it even at that moment. “They told me to go into the Vision of N’Zoth. With... nothing, just myself.”

“You sound quite sane.” The voice said.

“I am. As sane as you can be when you realize the one person who’s been there for you really has no idea on how you can be happy. She, she didn’t get it. That I didn’t belong in the void with her and her Master. I found one of the champions of Azeroth and I got us out of there. But... I still feel it. I feel the cold. I feel the pain.” Temperance hugged herself shivering again. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

The silence from the other room was almost too heavy. Was the man signaling others to pull her out fo the booth? Were they going to rip Son from her, like any other priest might? 

“That’s an awful amount of shit to happen to you.” His voice didn’t carry the judgment she was waiting for. “You had to lie to your friend then?”

“He asked me if I was alright... and, I said I was fine.” She shook her head. “Then he got quiet, so, so quiet. He’s not the kind to go quite like that. He’s not serious and I love that about him. But he bottled up, he got this look, like someone insulted his dog. As soon as I was back in Stormwind he left, just... marched off without talking to me.”

Temperance’s voice cracked and she was shocked how much it hurt. It hurt to know someone she trusted had wanted nothing to do with her. Much of her thoughts spun around that moment and she had already cried once in fear she had hurt her friend.

“It’s my fault. I’m able to stand against the void but I let her trick me. I let her push me to go into the Visions. If I had more control he wouldn’t have come, I would have been the strong friend he didn’t have to worry about. Instead, I’m like every other girl he’s met.” Her throat was getting tighter and she covered her face as she started to cry.

“I’ve lost everyone in my life except for the entity in my head. If he goes... If he thinks I’m not worth dealing with. Who could put up with me?”

She broke into a sob, a wet unattractive sob that made her wish her face could split open so she could let all the pain and sadness out without the prolonged release of tears.

The sound of wood sliding on woodcut through her sobs and she looked to see the Priest. He was younger than she thought he was. He sounded so much older behind the screen Dark hair, bright eyes, with an expression of empathy that she didn’t get often.

“Missy, why did you lie to him?”

“If I told him what happened he would have taken Son from me, maybe even killed my other guardian because he’s also a void entity. I’ve never lived without Son before. I only get moments of rest when I’m in a church. But... I don’t know how I’ll survive without her. She’s protected me since I was an infant.”

The Priest nodded but he had no judgment on his face, it was such a relief to see someone who wasn’t angry outright about this. “Sounds like she might have once protected you, but she’s also a bad influence on you as well. Not saying because she’s of the void. Everything has its own path to the Light. Sometimes the best way to bring the Light the most grace is to stand in the shadows. But she made you do something against your will. She tricked you into doing something that is hurting you. You’re shivering. Your mind made it out safe, but the rest of you didn’t.”

He continued to speak, his voice soft but not bullshitting her. “It wasn’t right what she did. If she wanted to protect you she wouldn’t have sent you into a vision of an old god. You’re allowed to be in pain, to be angry with her. It wasn’t right.”

But Temperance hugged herself. “She’s not able to take over my body anymore, but I don’t know how to fix what happened with my friend. I’m scared he hates me now, that he could tell I was lying and is writing me off.”

She noticed the sympathy in the priest’s eyes. “There’s not much you can do for that right now. The lie was told unless you go to him to confess you’re not alright, there’s no real way of changing what happened. He might be angry that you didn’t tell him the truth. He might get rid of your.. guardian.”

“It’s my fault. I should have known Son was going to do something. Once she was quiet in Pandaria I should have known she was planning something. I should have left.” She said the words pulling out the pain she had been suffering for the last few days.

“No.” The Priest’s voice was firmer. “It an’t your fault. You’re keeping the peace between a creature of the void and your friend. If you want to not do that anymore, you need to understand your Guardian is going to be removed from you one day. You need to be ready for it.”

“I can’t get away from her.” She shook her head touching her head. “She’s always here.”

“She’s not there when you’re in the church.” He said and then offered a smile. “You want absolution? You’re going to come to the church whenever you have a day off. You come here. You ask for me. Father Shields. While you’re here you can be by yourself or near me and explore what it’s like to be alone. If you learn you can do it, when your friend gets angry and asks for your guardian to be removed, you’ll be able to do it without fear.”

Temperance didn’t think that being around the church might make some of her issues harder, instead, she saw what the Priest was offering. Quiet and time before one-day Son’Ispa would be gone from her for good. Alexander had already stated that he was looking for a replacement home for Son, as soon as he was able to find one he would lunch his plan and make sure his mate was somewhere that she could do less harm.

“I’ll do it.” She met the man’s hazel gaze, finding a moment of peace. “I’ll get comfortable with being alone, as soon as I know she can leave, I’ll tell him what happened. That way fewer people get hurt.”

Father Shields nodded with a half-smile. “That’s a right good idea.” He let out a breath and held a hand out to her.

“I have rough hands.” Temperance muttered.

“I don’t right care, I’m from Westfall. Woman with soft hands means she’s never lived.” He nodded to his outstretched hand and this time she took it. “By the Grace of the Light, I absolve you of your guilt and of your sin. You’re free. Go with peace and I’ll be seein’ you when you come here for your penance. Ya hear?”

Temperance felt a small rush of the light and it was so utterly foreign to her. The Light always chased Son away but it did no harm the rest of her. One day soon she would be free of the entity, and she just might be able to stand beside her friends with the Light. If she still had a friend at the end of all of this.

“Yes Father.” She said bowing her head. “Thank you, for not judging me.”

“You are actually torn up about this, it’s what you need at the moment.” He bowed his head and closed the screen between them. “Go with the Light and your Shadows.”

(( Mentions: @ezekielshields​))

[tempthornton]

Describe the way that Temperance sleeps. How is she like when she's gotten too little sleep?

When Temperance has a comfortable bed to sleep on she tends to sleep on her side in a slightly curled position. It’s a self-comforting position she leaned when she was at the hospital, taking up as little space as she can and balancing on her side. To me it speaks to her internal insecurity that she’s always going to have, but in time she’ll learn to work with it and be a stronger person.

Getting too little sleep is cuter for Temperance. She has a hard time focusing and tends to be funny and loopy until she can get something to wake her up. She’ll stumble more, blink in confusion as people talk around her. She’s not angry when she doesn’t get sleep, but is does get very very confused about what’s going on. It doesn’t help that Son is normally wide awake and makes Temperance focus on her while not being fully awake to deal with the whispers of the void.

((Thanks for the ask @manaheart! Sleepy Temperance just melts my heart))

[tempthornton]

When is her birthday and what is her zodiac sign? Did you choose these for any particular reason?

Temperance and I share the same birthday, September 12th. I partly did this because I have a million characters and none of them have yet shared my birthday. She’s not a spot on Virgo, I think once she gets into her own place and is able to figure stuff out on her own she’ll be more organized.

This also means her guardian Alexander has the same birthday as well since his body was born on the same day Temperance was born. 

((Thank you for the ask @manaheart))

[aqua-dan]

100 OC Asks

Okay, so there are plenty of these out there but I just wanted to make one of my own! (That, and I’m high-key desperate for asks about my OCs lol) Just tag your OCs so people can ask you these!

1. What do they smell like?

2. What is their voice like?

3. What is their biggest motivator?

4. What is their most embarrassing memory?

5. How do they deal with/react to pain?

6. What do they like to wear?

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively?

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?

9. Describe the way that they sleep.

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food?

11. What do they feel most insecure about? 

12. How do they like to dress?

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt?

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal?

15. What is their greatest achievement?

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep?

17. What are they like when they’re drunk?

18. What kind of music do they enjoy?

19. Are they right or left handed?

20. Fears?

21. Favorite kind of weather?

22. Favorite color?

23. Do they collect anything?

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more?

25. What is their eye color?

26. What is their race/ethnicity?

27. Hair color?

28. Are they happy where they are currently?

29. Are they a morning person?

30. Sunrise or sunset?

31. Are they more messy or more organized?

32. Pet peeves?

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance?

34. Least favorite food?

35. Least favorite color?

36. Least favorite smell?

37. When was the last time they cried?

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried?

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured?

40. Do they have any scars?

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues?

42. Do they have any bad habits?

43. Why might someone dislike them?

44. Why might someone love them?

45. Do they believe in ghosts?

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives?

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone?

48. Are they dating/married to anyone?

49. Do they like surprises?

50. When is their birthday?

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday?

52. Do they have any family?

53. Are they close to their family?

54. What is their MBTI type?

55. What is their zodiac sign?

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in?

57. What D&D alignment are they?

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about?

59. What are their views on death?

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at?

61. When bored, how do they pass time?

62. Do they enjoy being outside?

63. Do they have an accent?

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say?

66. How do they feel about sex?

67. What is their sexuality?

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood?

69. Is there anything that they find really gross?

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them?

71. Do they enjoy helping people?

72. Are they allergic to anything?

73. Do they have a pet?

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper?

75. How patient are they?

76. Are they good at cooking?

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often?

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy?

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears?

80. Are they trustworthy?

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it?

82. Do they exercise regularly?

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look?

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people?

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive?

86. Do they like sweet foods?

87. What is their age?

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between?

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts?

90. Do they consider themselves attractive?

91. What is their sense of humor like?

92. What mood are they most often in?

93. What kinds of things anger them?

94. Outlook on life?

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed?

96. What is their greatest weakness?

97. What is the greatest strength?

98. Something that they regret?

99. Biggest accomplishment?

100. Create your own!