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@vynathasfelstorm
demon hunters: we’re going to save azeroth by using the legion’s powers against itself no one has thought of this ever before :))))
warlocks:
@aureliaskyhawk @vynathasfelstorm and Zaviel!!! Lmao
Such truth...
I present to you, Vyn’athas Felstorm, a lovely character for a lovely person! @thevampiressnite I had a blast drawing him! Thank you!
HE IS PERFECT! *runs around like a crazy person* THANK YOU!
Warcraft Plant Asks
Arthas' Tears: Does your character have any deep regrets?
Banshee's Bells: Has your character ever done anything risky or ridiculous for a bet or dare?
Black Lotus: Is your character given to passionate romances and escapades? How so?
Bruiseweed: Does your character often get into fights?
Cinderbloom: What's something that makes your character angry?
Dragon's Teeth: Does your character feel like someone's treating them as a replacement for someone else? Or does your character perhaps treat someone else as a replacement for someone your character has lost?
Earthroot: What is your character's preferred environment outside of a town or city? Open plains, a forest, or something else? Is it hot, cold, or warm there?
Eon Rose: Does your character consider love to be eternal or fleeting?
Golden Lotus: Would your character be willing to sacrifice something dear to them (A loved one, a cherished heirloom, or even their own life) for what they consider to be the 'greater good' (or evil, if they float that way)
Grave Moss: Has someone close to your character died? Who were they?
Lichbloom: What is your character's thoughts on necromancy? If they're undead; do they enjoy it, tolerate it, or stay unalive because they have a goal to accomplish first? Perhaps something else?
Liferoot: Has your character had an easy life? A hard one? Something inbetween?
Mageroyal: What are your character's thoughts on magic? If they practice it, do they have a favorite kind? If so, what?
Mountain Silversage: Is your character knowledgable? Is it the knowledge earned from experience or from books?
Peacebloom: What were your character's beginnings like? Humble, opulent, or somewhere inbetween? Were they raised by their biological parents or someone else?
Purple Lotus: Does your character learn from the past and the mistakes they have made and seen or do they continue to make the same errors?
Scarlet Begonia: Did your character have any crushes or romances in their youth? What were they like?
Stormvine: When the going gets tough in a situation, is your character likely to abandon ship or stick through with it to the end?
Tear of Tilloa: Has someone your character cared for ever caused them suffering? How so?
Twilight Jasmine: What's a secret about your character few people know?
Arthas' Tears: Does your character have any deep regrets?
His biggest regret is probably holding on to his master and waiting for him for as long as he did.
That love and adoration and admiration did eventually turn into a driving force of fury and bitterness that helped him establish his own independence, which ultimately allowed him to better himself. He’s calmed now and accepted the reality of it all, and that his loyalty was foolish in a way. But at the same time, he did love Vyn’athas very much as that man was his entire world since he was a child and those feelings will probably never go away (even if he will never act on them or allow them to cloud his judgement). If it weren’t for him, Laeken wouldn’t be who Laeken is even now.
Laeken has no real intention of ever overthrowing his master or like, killing him. But he would like to one day let Vyn’athas see all that he has become and what he has conquered and what he has claimed, what he has done. Laeken would be satisfied in that.
Thank you, bb!💖
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Character Info Sheet Thingy!
NAME: Vyn'athas Felstorm
FACE CLAIM: David Gandy
AGE: 125 (About 40 in Human years.)
HEIGHT: 6′4″
SPECIES: Sin’dorei
GENDER: Male
BODY TYPE: A thinning version of a once athletic frame.
SKIN: Rather pale.
EYE COLOR: Deep emerald with a bright Fel green overglow.
HAIR COLOR: Lustrous raven black.
BIRTHDAY: October 27th
SUN SIGN: Scorpio
RESIDENCE: Netherstorm, at Felstorm Keep. Penthouse in Murder Row.
MARITAL STATUS: Single but taken.
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic
ALIGNMENT: True Neutral
IN-GAME CLASS: Demonologist (Warlock)
PROFESSION: Alchemist and Herbalist
LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Common, Orcish, Undercommon, and Eredun (Demonic).
DRINK: Skies of Nether (A little alcoholic number with Fel infused vodka and netherblossom.)
FOOD: Savory dishes like roast and potatoes.
DAY OR NIGHT: Very late night into morning.
SNACKS: Candy and Fel Crystals.
PET: All the demons...
COLOR: Deep purples with a hint of gold.
FLOWER: Fel Lotus or Netherbloom
((Had to do this since a half dozen similar things came across my dash last night. :D Enjoy! ))
Just a little Vyn’athas smirk appreciation courtesy of his FC David Gandy.
Fel green eyes stared silently from the window of his keep, taking in the landscape of Netherstorm, and pondering how his life had come to this point. It seemed like forever had passed since he truly lived in the city, instead of simply visiting. Back then his only cares were related to training and becoming a fine Magister. That was all that mattered to his family, and that singular drive was what encompassed his young life. Only after the invasion did he realize how poorly he was suited to such magics. Only then did his true path open to him, and only then did he begin his long troubled relationship with Fel. “But was it worth it...” he sighed softly. “Was what worth it Master?” Came the chiming reply as one of his succubi entered the room, green swirling alcoholic drink in hand. Those fel green eyes blinked once and refocused. “Nothing to concern yourself over Domneri. Nothing at all.” Taking the drink he sipped it slowly as his gaze turned back to the swirling skies outside his window.
OOC-ish! Decided on my face character for Vyn. Imagine burning green eyes and long hair and David Gandy is damn near perfect.
“I can’t trust you.”
“I cannot even trust myself my little one.” Came the heavy reply. The older elf sighed and slumped back into his chair as his face was hidden by a silk covered hand. “That is the life I lead. That is why I was gone for so long and that is why the few I care for would be better off should I vanish again. Perhaps for good.”
Four Word . Prompts
“Please, come with me.”
“You’re always number one.”
“I can’t do this.”
“I won’t let you.”
“Maybe I’m just crazy.”
“I’m not even sorry.”
“Honestly, just stop it.”
“I believe in you.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“Who were you with?”
“Please talk to me.”
“I can’t trust you.”
“I need you, though.”
“Don’t be fucking rude.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“So, it was you.”
“I need to go.”
“Just stay with me.”
“You can trust me.”
“Alright, I love you.”
“I’m sorry, but no.”
“Will you help me?”
“You’re a terrible cook.”
“Can you shut up!?”
“You love me, right?”
“I really need you.”
“I don’t love you.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“I really need you.”
“You don’t want me.”
“Let me help you.”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“I can’t do this.”
“You think you’re funny?”
“Hey, I said stop!”
“Will you marry me?”
“Wanna go out sometime?”
“I don’t want this.”
“You always this quiet?”
“Are you fucking insane!?”
“I don’t want you.”
“I’m not wearing that.”
“Sorry, were you sleeping?”
“This was never right.”
“You look really tired.”
“I’m out of here.”
“You need to go.”
Forward
The ground beneath him was cold.
Fingers twitched as Laeken slowly came to, eyes rolling open slowly. Long lashes thick with blood and old mascara sent dark, dry flakes onto his bruised cheeks as they fluttered in the youth’s attempt to further pull himself into reality. His vision was blurry; all he could see was darkness. But as he continued to come to, he managed to roll onto his back - a decision he regretted as he cried out when his open injuries met with the harsh conditions of the ground beneath him.
Tears blurred his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. Craning his neck he could…see stars. A night sky; somewhat hazy from the incredible plume of thick, black smoke that continued to rise up from what appeared to be a small, innocent dwelling in the middle of a thick forest. The nightmares it held would forever be nothing more than ash now, cast down by the hellfire created by his own hand.
Laeken propped himself onto one elbow, staring across the clearing at the fire that still continued to rage and burn. Crackling and sparks were all that could be heard now; when had the screams stopped? How long had he been out here? Haunting eyes slowly lowered to the ground, following the burned path left in the demon’s wake. Everything that black ooze had touched seemed to have eaten away at the dirt and foliage. Pushing himself up more to sit, he winced, but looked around. At some point, it seemed the demon had vanished once fulfilling its command. All that Laeken had demanded of it was to help free him from that prison, to carry him away from the Hell he had made; it was no surprise that it had been summoned back to the void from where it came once the need had been met.
A deep, shaky exhale fell past parted lips. His mouth was busted and bruised, cuts decorated with dried blood. His hair was an atrocious mess; the jewels on the gold cuffs permanently wrapped around his wrists fractured and broken. He was missing a fair amount of jewelry, if not all of it, and he was in no state of shock to find his body almost completely naked.
Lacerations from whipping littered his already scarred back, including down his thighs and calves. Rope burns still glistened around his arms and ankles and his neck showed bruises in the form of where wicked fingers had choked him. His hips ached; every muscle in his being was sore, from everything he had been through - including the sheer amount of power he had used.
He felt tired; he felt drained.
There was no one he could summon. Nowhere he could go. Who would he even call for, where would he try to drag himself?
Vyn’athas? Farwyn? Lain?
The first made him laugh, collapsing back to the ground as he covered his face partially with one blood-stained hand. When had he ever heard his little apprentice’s calls before? His prayers? Felt his heart being bled out and begging for mercy, for his master to rescue him from being forced to kneel before another and his lips to part to accept the gracious offerings of his assailant?
Vyn’athas would never come. He would never. He never came before.
Why would he come now?
Farwyn… No. The man had saved his battered body once before. Laeken couldn’t bear the thought of having to face him again, after trying to convince them both that he was strong and that he could protect himself.
Lain…
A tear finally fell across the bridge of his nose, to drip to the ground as he remained laying on his side. How foolish… Could he even face that man, one whom thought so highly of him, in such a devastated and destroyed state? On the other hand… Perhaps he would be proud of him? Even if Laeken had only made it so far, at least he had…
…managed to rescue himself. He took control. He preserved his own life.
But how?
The ground beneath him rumbled and the trees suddenly swayed as an explosion from deep underground rattled the earth. Laeken’s ears shot upright to either side of his face and he drew in a breath, bracing himself as he tried to push himself up onto his bloodied knees. The fire was still strong and still destroying the catacombs below, with no signs of burning out soon; it wasn’t safe, even right here where he laid.
No, he would call for no one. He could figure out a way to heal himself, if he could manage to recover from the expense of his destruction. He could figure out a way to get back home, if he could manage to last long enough to get his bearings. Where he was was still lost to him, the trees an unfamiliar sight but the darkness and depths of the woods didn’t frighten him.
Bare feet slid along sticks and dirt, dead leaves and grass. He clung to the trunks of trees as he stepped slowly, his body screaming at him to become still and simply lay back down. But he had to move, he had to keep going. He couldn’t stop - he couldn’t fall, he couldn’t allow himself to wallow in his pain any more.
He had to move forward.
Even if he had no strength left, no reservoir of power to tap into, he was stronger than he was before - for no one else but himself and him alone.
((mentions of @vynathasfelstorm @kendoranel @lainduskhollow))
Breaks my heart OOC.... IC Vyn continues being clueless...
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