This blog is to the Guild Wars 2 characters Aurora Glass Kent, Amelia Glass-Leoni and Nora Evans (aka Audra Glass) from Tarnished Coast; played by Rowboat (Rowboat.4590) Some content may be NSFW!
She had let the young guard depart for the evening, having found a small, residential corner within the nook of the Merchantâs Coin. Little did all parties know, the Countess had drawn a sip of her wine to couple with a serrated stare raking over the persons littering her relative proximity. And so, the lurking obscurist, whose hood never fell from his visage watched, from afar. While she seemed fixated upon an entirely different target, her periphery inspired most devout focus.
They are coming from the estate; she reminded herself, the near deafening pounding of her heart distracting from the beats of anticipation. Her window was small, to lure the very one who could end her life away- just in time to acquaint himself with the sheer horror that her namesake could afflict. Reluctance stymied the final sip of her wine as the regal, lissome frame uncoiled from seated purchase. Platform, leathern boots climbed over slender knees, near bolding with the liquid, obsidian leggings hidden beneath a remarkably embroidered overcoat knit of a near satine wool texture. The transition from summer to autumn was one she welcomed, perhaps overzealously. With raven tresses tied back into a low, chignon at the nape of her neck, she felt the stray hairs needle upon her porcelain throat, tucking from her collar. Every misalignment rippled in the liquid gate the coaxed her from the tavern.
As predicted, boots followed the audible clicks of her heels. Winding through the Salma center, she diverted, the street not yet filled with her kinship.
Fuck. Please hurry.
The shadow of a hand raised with a projected hilt of a knife toward her temple, followed by the immediate sting of forced disorientation. Dragged just within the cloak of darkness between two buildings, the grouted stone embedded into her spine as gilded buttons popped from her coat. She tried to open the cerulean pools, only to feel liquid plague lob from his lips right onto her lashes. The steel upon her throat was hauntingly familiar, mind chasing the rabbithole which had left her crippled for so long as the barest freedom she acquired hung so precariously in the balance.
(Below contains some allusion to violence of the horrific and sexual nature.)
An unseasonable warmth had swept the Western Commons, inspiring dense moisture to hang in the air that in turn made it seem all the more hot, and with it came the mosquitoes that such evenings often donned which combined with the heat and the humidity all made Lloyd West that much grumpier and when Lloyd was grumpy he tended to drink and when Lloyd drank, the vivid burn of whiskey on his throat only encouraged Lloyd to drink more and all of these facts could be directly contributed to the fact that Lloyd West had no clue he had been followed.
By all rights, Lloyd was a thug and like most thugs, he tended to repel people to begin with so by sheer virtue of reputation alone, following him was easy. Easier than most anyway. Of all the people over the years sheâd assaulted in the name of whatever cause she had at the time, Nora Evans found herself marveling at the stupidity one man could have as he wandered down the cobblestone streets towards a home he would never see again, legless with intoxication as he paused to put one grubby hand up and lean there with the intent to urinate in the nearby shrub, and instead, doing so on his own boot. He didnât even notice the flutter of wings or the crack of bone when she shifted.
âHowâs it goinâ, bud?â she called from beyond the shade of an overgrown apple tree, itâs fruit rotten and discarded. The voice made Lloyd jump and fumble his own nethers, and in turn piss down his own trousers.
âOY, ye bitch,â he said, stuffing himself back in the wet-on linens and spinning to brandish a dirty finger at where he thought she was, âWotcher self, huh? Yâmade me miss.â
âI bet,â she said, shifting off the trunk of the tree and into the light. One eye was covered by an eye patch which dark burns and mottled skin around emphasized, the other was trained on the drunk man with an air of cocksure amusement. âCouldnât have anything to do with you being blind drunk, could it?â
Lloyd staggered slightly as the woman revealed herself, momentarily eclipsed by a healthy dose of fear that was induced by the face that lived on the walls of every establishment he frequented, warning itâs patrons of the murderess. His mouth dropped open and he attempted to find the words she was happy to supply to him.
âIâm Nora Evans,â she said, and he nodded. âAnd I know you, Lloyd, do you remember much of your days hiding out in bandit hollows, looking for coin to smuggle shit? Because, I remember you, Lloyd. You know, Gods bless the Commons for being so empty of Seraph all the damned time.â
âW-why are you-- what did I do?â Lloyd barked, having found his voice.
âDid you have a nice time in Salma the other day?â She asked; he went pale. He had shifted along the wall, trying to crab walk his way down the road to give her a wide berth which she matched, hands kept in her pockets and eyes fixed on him as she waited for the inevitable attempt to escape.
âListen, I donât want no trouble, Iâm just the messenger, I-I was just doing what they asked me to do, honestly,â he said, stumbling a bit over his own feet on the cobbles, âIâll tell you who to talk to, okay? I will give you everything you need to know.â
Nora straightened a bit, âWhat a cowardly thing to do. I thought your lot had guts, though Iâm not surprised honestly given the circumstances. But, I am a merciful woman so Iâll give you a head start to tell them Iâm coming, and then Iâm going to beat you senseless.â
He jolted at once, feet unable to catch up with his desire to get as far away from her as he could as he made to go and she watched and wished she had popcorn. Slapstick comedy was always her favorite. But, Lloyd was drunk and when Lloyd was drunk he suffered from tunnel vision and because he suffered from tunnel vision, he wasnât able to ford the fallen apples and because of this when one found itself under his boot he went down and his head hit the cobbles with a sick smack.
For once, she found herself surprised. One, because a bloody apple had done the dirty work for her and two, because a bloody apple had done the dirty work for her. She paced herself to his side and squatted there as he blinked stupidly and fought the urge to pass out, mouth flapping and arms writhing to catch her with a rage-driven wind. She waited, calmly watching the light fade from his eyes and he went still. She wiped a finger through his own blood and smeared it in an âXâ across his shirt, she sighed.
âOh, Lloyd,â whispering to herself in the dark, before she stood and vanished once more â...donât you know shooting the messenger sends a message?â
A blustery day had brought with it a difficult night, with Motherâs Day wrapped up neatly and without incident they arrived home just in time for Ameliaâs water to unexpectedly break on poor Virgilâs shoes as they put their daughters to bed. At in instant, they were in a panic, for the baby was not due for another three weeks.
With Doctor Williams on call and arriving in the hour, the birth proved to be as easy on the young couple as her elder sister before her. By dawn, they found themselves welcoming the third gir, born with an obnoxious thicket of springing dark ginger hair upon her head that seemed unwilling to be tamed just as she, whom they dubbed Taliyah Chase, made her presence known with a powerful set of lungs and an already fearsome gaze.
8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?
Yes, Nora loves animals. She was raised along side owls, as all Glass children are and as an adult she has gathered a menagerie of white animals such as a wolf and a polar bear, aside from her snowy owl.
5. Do they have any siblings? Whatâs their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?
Nora has three half siblings. Alastor, who has passed away. Aurora, who now enjoys stay-at-home motherhood and her younger, Amelia, who does the same. Alastor and Aurora both terrorized her as a child and blamed her for their motherâs death and Ameliaâs weakened state.
Recent relationships have changed. With Alastor dead, Aurora and Nora (or Audra as sheâs called by her siblings) have a cordial, somewhat business-like relationship. Amelia and she, however, are close. Often spending time together with their children.
âItâs a woeful shame you have that pesky boyfriend. Itâs just as much of a shame that youâre still clothed. When you do develop standards and principles?â The guttural serrations came as fingers tensed whilst they hid beneath an Ebonhawke bridge. His lips chased her own, if only to veer to find the shell of her ear, free hand palming the opposing side. The smoked rasp blasted tension conjured from years of attraction.
âKiss me again and I wonât be so mindful, little bird.â
A smirk lingered at the corner of a full lipped mouth. Long untouched by passions heated urgings as each eloquent word was imparted upon the ink-and-steel kissed lobe, a shiver ran up her spine in anticipation of his sultry promise.
She squared thin shoulders at him and reached long fingers towards the lapel of his jacket to pull him back.
âDo it again,â she said with a feathered breath along the half-bloodâs pout.
1. Whatâs their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?
2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?
3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? Whatâs a bad memory?
4. What is their relationship with their parents? Whatâs a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?
5. Do they have any siblings? Whatâs their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?
6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?
7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?
8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?
9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?
10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?
11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?
12. What is their favourite food?
13. What is their least favourite food?
14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?
15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?
16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?
17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?
18. Whatâs their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else
19. Whatâs their least favourite genres?
20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when theyâre favourite song comes?
21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?
22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someoneâs back?
23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?
24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?
25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?
26. How do they act when theyâre happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?
27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?
28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when theyâre scared?
29. What do they do when they find out someone elseâs fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?
30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?
31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?
32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? Whatâs their hair like?
33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?
34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?
35. Whatâs their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?
36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?
37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?
38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?
39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?
40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?
41. Whatâs their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?
42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?
43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?
44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?
45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?
46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?
47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?
48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didnât want to go but were dragged along by a friend?
49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?
50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?
The doctor stood there, acting as a gateway that ripped the very life from one man and began to infuse it into the other. The tendrils of sanguine swirled with purpose, passing over Dietrichâs body from long limb to long limb, until they were being fed to his cousin, injured body consuming and drinking up the eerie transference. Just as one body saw its color and life being sapped, Fernandâs was ever the opposite, wounds within and upon his exterior threatening to seal shut before their eyes as hints of a flush once more spread across the manâs flesh.
The spellwork was taking a toll on the doctor, one that he was more than happy to endure on behalf of his family. Â Crooked fingers began to tremble, and sweat beaded upon his brow, dripping openly down gaunt features before spilling into his beard and down his throat. Evidence of his own pain was clear across his visage, raven brows knit tight with teeth gritting audibly.
The last of the guard's life-force was drained fully as concern knit Tylen's brow at Dietrich's diminishing strength.  When the wounds  were far less mortal, at least in appearance and the internal hemorrhaging ceased, she spoke.
"Dietrich. Â Let the girl stitch him. Â Her mentor was a surgeon. Â You've... his mind is with us once more."
Nora's teeth grit audibly as she moved past Dietrich to the supplies gathered to look through it with sure hands until she found what she needed. Gauze, thick twine, a pliers, etcetera. In essence, everything that was needed to perform sutures and a few vials of disinfectant and antibiotic. She moved back and in an eerily calm voice, she said, "Did you kill him?"
But.
No response came from Dietrich as the last tendrils of the transfusion dissipated into the air around him, leaving him slumping and barely able to catch himself against the cot holding the questionably living guard. Flaring eyes dulled, as did the source of magic spewing through his shirt. Clinging to the frame of the gurney with what energy remained, he spared one last look towards Fernand after doing everything he could manage. Seeing the woman gather the necessary tools and supplies, he knew his work was done.
Tylen raised to her feet, glancing to Nora as her knees nearly caved. "I have the guard's memories," she answered through a terse clamp of her teeth as her balanced sustained enough to began a slow, cautious stride toward her brother. Â Nothing could summon from her lips any further as the two depleted sources could finally begin their departure. Â The woman's glassed over gaze possessed all her remaining strength as she sought to clutch Dietrich's elbow when they finally intersected.
And then they left. Everything from that point was automatic until...
"This fucking blows hot asshole," he, Fernand, rasped, staring at the ceiling.
âLet me finish,â she said, with less anger now. âI need to get out of here and move my kid out of where she is as quick as I can. Just lay down, and... go to your happy place.â
"How old... Â And bring her here."Â
She met his daze a moment, something in her expression shifting briefly and just as quickly it was gone. âFour,â she said, softly, shaking her head. âAnd... thatâs all right. I canât... I canât bring her here... weâre near her grave.âÂ
Light banter... nothing important... maybe he didnât notice the look.
Turning away, her brows squished together, a small frown dawning in her lips as she tried to calculate mental math while cleaning up her mess.
âShe looks like me, doesn't she."Â Fuck.
(Excerpts from collaborative rp with @tylenaguillard @fernandaguillard and @dietrichaguillard )
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