Nickname: the Winterborn
Title: Ebon Blade Diplomat
Eyes: Icy blue
Height: 6'10"
Weight: 268 lbs.
Age: Dead
Currently: Forcibly "retired" to the diplomatic corps.
Description: Valdiis ("Vel-deesh") stands tall and straight with her shoulders back and head high. Formerly ebon-skinned, this draenei has taken on a more ghastly gray tone since her death. Her face appears stiff and neutral most of the time and her tarnished white hair is a windblown mess. A thick, keloidal scar crosses her throat near her collarbone.
She smells faintly of old blood and oiled metal in her battle gear, and strongly of Dreaming Glory when she's not on the front lines. A metallic clatter accompanies her steps due to titansteel shoes on the bottoms of her hooves. The plain golden bands around her tail and tendrils appear to be stained and dented, any markings once on them long since faded or roughly buffed out. She carries a small black leather bag and its fawn-colored sibling buckled to the left side of her belt, below a length of heavily-engraved weapon chain wrapped around her waist. The end of a mithril chain is barely visible above the neckline of her armor.
((Commissioned Art by Vhisarys, colors added by Valdiis: http://tinyurl.com/ValdiisDK ))
Home: Duty Station: Exodar
Birthplace: Between planets
Motto: We few shall carry hope within our bloodied hands...
History: - Known to have commanded the AEGIS offensive against the Horde several years ago. Rumored to have worked alongside a dwarf paladin.
- Recently seen in active training exercises and diplomatic councils with the Hand of Argus, despite numerous protests and misgivings among the draenei.
- Rumored in some Stormwind political circles to be extremely disdainful of "human politics" and council meetings.
- Among the Ebon Blade, she is known to have an easy-to-rile temper and exceptionally precise runework. Fainter rumors are that she plays knucklebones like a champion, and the faintest rumors with the very oldest of former Scourge are that she is a captured demon.
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(("Exodar Holographic Emitter says: The cunning, powerful eredar warlocks were once our noble kinsmen. [now] our most stalwart enemies." No, you cannot say "I'm an eredar!" and expect a lore-abiding draenei player to react with a hug and a cup of tea. Stop it.))
MRP profile: Grinning Skull
Tourney Assistant
Title: Knights of Menethil
Eyes: Covered
Height: 7'0"
Weight: 268 lbs.
Age: Dead
Description: This tournament assistant stands tall and straight with her shoulders back and head high. Her face is hidden in the shadows of a dark cowl.
She smells strongly of Dreaming Glory. A metallic clatter accompanies her steps, sounding much like shod hooves.
She smells strongly of Dreaming Glory. A metallic clatter accompanies her steps, sounding much like shod hooves.
MRP profile: Lt. Cmdr Flou
An occasional comic relief character I play in Knights of Menethil for our "audit" storyline.Lt. Cmdr Flou
Nickname: the Precise
Title: Auditor, Acherus Central
Eyes: Weak blue
Height: 7'3"
Weight: 291 lbs.
Age: Dead
Currently: ((Not Valdiis ICly right now.))
Description: ((ICly, this is not Valdiis at the moment. This is Lieutenant Auditor Flou from Acherus Central.))
Somewhere below heroic death knight and above mindless ghoul is this frazzled draenei woman. Ostensibly a knight of Acherus, she carries only a simple hammer with a band of runes carved into it. A pencil is tucked behind one of her horns, and she holds a clipboard in one hand. A pair of thin glasses perch precariously on a nose that is slightly caved in from death. Bits of shredded paper litter her hair. Her long sleeves are pushed up to her elbows, revealing forearms and hands so covered in gashes that she appears to have been juggling several angry cats. For hours.
Home: Duty Station: Acherus Central
Motto: "I want that in triplicate."
History: .
(("Exodar Holographic Emitter says: The cunning, powerful eredar warlocks were once our noble kinsmen. [now] our most stalwart enemies." No, you cannot say "I'm an eredar!" and expect a lore-abiding draenei player to react with a hug and a cup of tea. Stop it.))
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Father Branimir Yulian Kostadin
This was my first Moon Guard character. I just could not get into playing him very well, and he eventually became a bank alt, then faded away. His MRP is saved for posterity.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 208 lbs
Father Branimir Y. Kostadin wears the robes of a priest and has a gentle air about him like many trained priests, but he appears to not be wearing any regalia or symbols of which church or abbey he ministers in. Instead, he roams from place to place with a slightly dazed and benevolent expression on his face. He seems to be rather on the shy side, for all that he's a priest, and prone to staying along walls and in corners.
He often carries a leather satchel bulging with papers and curiosities. A fine layer of dust lines the sides of his robes, as if he got his hands dusty and wiped them on his robes.
((The below are OOC notes to keep me from forgetting things.))
* Born in Grand Hamlet before it became Darkshire.
* Veteran of the Second War, where he served as a young medic with a rear cavalry guard that saw little combat; the company was made of humans, dwarves, and high elves.
* Knows a little bit of Thalassian, and is studying to improve his knowledge of this and other languages.
* During the Third War, Father Branimir Kostadin stayed in Ironforge as a medic helping those returning from battle permanently wounded.
* Developed a love of artifacts and learning from his time in Ironforge.
* He is a wandering priest with no fixed home or location, prone to vanishing with little notice for weeks at a time and appearing in the oddest places.
* Somewhere in his early to mid-forties, spry enough to move about but old enough to feel the creaking joints and not take stupid risks.
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Title: Apprentice Shaman
Eyes: Bright blue
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 218 lbs.
Age: Young
Description: Her blue skin is bright, her glowing eyes sparkling and wide. Her face is - for a draenei - still plump and rounded, like that of a girl only reaching towards womanhood. Her right horn is about an inch shorter than her left, broken off from the look of it.
Her movements are marked with a coltish awkwardness. Around her neck hang several charms on leather cords or silver chains, all tangled up together in a clattering, attractively artless mess. She bears fewer tendril rings than most of the adults among her people - a single gold band at the base of her tail and two thin gold ones on her neck tendrils. The green lacquer armor she wears is adorned with golden links - appearing more suited to ritual or dance than fighting, and her gold-inlaid axes look decorative rather than useful. A faint scent of baked goods and peacebloom trails behind her.
((Commissioned Art by Dhalla: http://tinyurl.com/Xeremuriis ))
Birthplace: Zangarmarsh
Motto: You don't have to feel safe to feel unafraid. - Lions! by Lights
History: Those who frequented Stormwind's Canal Street over the last two years would have seen her sweeping up outside a baker's cart, or even at times selling the renowned baker's craved cupcakes before he sold the cart and moved to a fully mobile business model.
The young draenei has been seen of late at the rebel camp in Northern Stranglethorn, selling pastries and cupcakes from a gaily-painted traveling cart driven by a red-bearded dwarf.
Attendees of the Grinning Skull Market may recognize her as the cheerful companion to the shrouded man who sold esoteric wares for a time and was later rumored to run the fighting pits.
MRP profile: Shop-girl
XeremuriisTitle: Baker's shop-keep
Eyes: Bright blue
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 218 lbs.
Age: Young
Description: Her blue skin is bright, her glowing eyes sparkling and wide. Her face is - for a draenei - still plump and rounded, like that of a girl only reaching towards womanhood. Poking from beneath her wiry black hair, her right horn is about an inch shorter than her left, broken off from the look of it.
Her movements are marked with a coltish awkwardness. Around her neck hang several charms on leather cords or silver chains, all tangled up together in a clattering, attractively artless mess. The gold bands on her tendrils and tail have a few markings engraved on them. A well-kept apron covers her dress, and slight ghosts of flour dust her hips in a way that indicates her hands end up on them often. If the red bands around her wrists slip, a purplish rash is seen beneath the cloth coverings. A strong scent of baked goods and faint peacebloom trails behind her.
((Commissioned Art by Dhalla: http://tinyurl.com/Xeremuriis ))
Birthplace: Zangarmarsh
Motto: You don't have to feel safe to feel unafraid. - Lions! by Lights
History: Those who frequented Stormwind's Canal Street over the last two years would have seen her sweeping up outside a baker's cart, or even at times selling the renowned baker's craved cupcakes before he sold the cart and moved to a fully mobile business model.
The young draenei has been seen of late at the rebel camp in Northern Stranglethorn, selling pastries and cupcakes from a gaily-painted traveling cart driven by a red-bearded dwarf.
Attendees of the Grinning Skull Market may recognize her as the cheerful companion to the shrouded man who sold esoteric wares for a time and was later rumored to run the fighting pits.
MRP profile: Ghost Wolf
A ghostly wolf
Eyes: Pale blue
Race: Astral Creature
Height: 2'7"
Weight: Incorporeal
Age: Young
Description: This spectral, ghostly wolf doesn't look quite fully adult yet. No puppy, but still a little short of leg and round of snout. The wolf's movements are marked with a playful awkwardness. The right ear appears to have the tip clipped off. If the spectral form has any scent, it is of baked goods and peacebloom.
Motto: Wuff.
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Title: of Zangarmarsh
Eyes: Cerulean
Height: 7'11"
Weight: 348 lbs.
Age: Middle-aged
Description: For a tall and broad-shouldered draenei male, his shoulders are about the most impressive thing this fellow has. The rest of his build leans toward slender and unprepossessing, although he has very large hooves. A "dead baby yeti" of wild, dark brown curls erupts from the back of his head and cascades over his shoulders - unless he's actively trying to restrain it with a ponytail, braids, or even a bun. Fugitives from the "yeti control initiative" can be found creeping scruffily down his indigo cheeks. He has a tendency to lean forward intently whether at rest or in motion. A simple bracelet of lightly-glowing beads is around his left wrist. He smells faintly of honey mead and parchment.
((Commissioned Art by Baenhoof: http://tinyurl.com/DiyosArt ))
Home: Various inns in Northrend
Birthplace: A small frozen planet
History: Those who spent much time in Telredor before the shattering of Draenor may have seen this anchorite and his twin brother at prayer services in both Telaar and at the Twin Spires.
He has also been seen with members of the Hand of Argus since somewhere around the middle of the draenei exodus from Argus clear through to present day.
In the last few years, he is more often spotted in Stormwind and is rumored to be exceptionally fond of the customs of other races.
Some may know him as a tailor of middling creative talent but excellent craftsmanship. His works may not be the most flashy or beautiful, but they last years.
Aradiyosi
This character was briefly around while Diyos was still a night elf female, before race changes came about. The MRP flag is saved here for posterity.Height: 7'1"
Weight: 233 lbs.
On the tall side for her kind, Aradiyosi does not carry it well. She seems almost dangerously thin and fragile, her bones pressing against her pale skin. There is nothing curvy about her, from her shoulders to her hips to the line of her lower lip; she is all angles and lines. Her hair is an unkempt, shaggy mop that hangs around her face with all the grace of swamp creepers. The markings on her face lend a hint of beauty, however; the purple ink is nearly pearlescent, highlighted by the silvery glow from her eyes.
A series of silver hoops march up her left ear, some of them dangling small, clear stones. Around her neck hangs a large pendant of intricate silver filigree curling around a faceted black oval stone. Although they can only be seen when her sleeves ride up, the collection of wire-thin silver bangles on her wrists can be heard clearly.
Her voice is a low alto rasp, rusty and lacking the usual melodic tone of her people.
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Ex-Vindicator Siavush
This character did not survive the Cataclysm - and my desire for more character slots.Height: 6'9"
Weight: 202 lbs. (Yes, underweight.)
This draenei is not pale like porcelain or moonlight, but pale like the underbelly of a Naga. Her skin has a colorless, translucent quality which shows a fine web of blue veins beneath it. Eyes similarly lacking the typical pale blue glow of a draenei are sunken above cheekbones sharp enough to cut. Her hair is as fine as spun glass around her head, with horns nearly as delicate as her hair curving back from her skull. Something is wasting her away, leeching the strength and curvaceousness of a normal draenei from her body and leaving her an angular, pale shell that seems barely strong enough to lift the clothes she wears.
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Nickname: Silverfire
Title: Windspeaker
Eyes: Silvery-white
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 273 lbs.
Age: Middle-aged
Currently: Covered in the dust of travel.
Description: There is a sturdiness to Rosoe's build - no fragile mystic, this woman. A two-inch raised, navy-colored, capillary pattern marks the ebon-gray skin of her left cheek. Above it, her left eye appears clouded and does not glow as bright as the other. Her long brown hair is tangled into wild dreadlocks, as if she puts little care into it. The sharp scent of crackling ozone with a hint of dirt and ash hangs about her.
Multiple designs and markings are carved into her arching horns. The tendrils descending behind her ears are colorfully adorned with traditional gold bands engraved with Draenei symbols, as well as a string of pearls and jeweled baubles. Chains and cords bearing an assortment of charms attached hang about her neck, clattering with every move. A brown leather satchel rests comfortably across her chest, and a series of small pouches are buckled firmly to her belt on her left hip.
((Commissioned Art by Lisenne: http://tinyurl.com/Windspeaker ))
Home: Wanders
Birthplace: Between planets
History: Some of the more loner-type draenei hunters may recognize her as a scout from pre-Draenor days.
Earthen Ring members have likely seen this grumpy, hard-working draenei around - particularly in the Eastern Plaguelands in the months after the Battle of Light's Hope Chapel and lately in the Valley of the Four Winds.
Frequenters of the fighting ring circuits might well recognize her as an occasional combatant - firmly in the middle of the pack. ((Note: I'm not talking PvP here, I'm talking basement brawls and sandlot rings - old-fashioned fisticuffs.))
MRP profile: Ghost Wolf
A ghostly wolf
Eyes: Blue-white
Race: Astral Creature
Height: 4'3"
Weight: Incorporeal
Age: Ethereal
Description: This eerie ghost wolf has a sturdy, lean frame - the spirit of some creature built for practical hunting and who does it well. On the left side of the spirit's muzzle, the fur seems damaged; it seems shorter and curlier in a small patch, grown in oddly as if from a scar. The left eye appears clouded and does not glow as much as the right. The spirit's fur is tangled and matted with the occasional glimpse of a bead or bone woven into the tangles. The sharp scent of crackling ozone with a hint of dirt and ash hangs about the spirit.
Home: Wanders
History: Earthen Ring members may seen this grumpy, hard-working ghost wolf around - particularly in the Eastern Plaguelands in the months after the Battle of Light's Hope Chapel and lately in the Valley of the Four Winds. Most Earthen Ring members who have seen it would know this is the spirit projection of a female draenei Windspeaker known as Rosoe. Non-Earthen Ring members may be able to discern that it is a shaman's spirit depending on how much they know about shamans.
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Nickname: Rabbit
Title: Cute, but kinda deadly.
Eyes: Muddy green
Race: Human
Height: Short
Weight: Slim
Age: Young
Description: This petite, wiry woman has short honey-blonde hair and eyes of a shade a kind soul might term "emerald" (if one likes muddy emeralds). Her footfalls are nearly silent, her scent a fresh, clean linen and leather. With a build like a gymnast, there's little to speak of up top and some rather muscled thighs. When she smiles, she has quite pronounced dimples.
She'd be pixie-ish, if she weren't so coarse.
((Commissioned Art by Vertigale: http://tinyurl.com/IlvaSwift ))
Home: Where-ever
Birthplace: Gilneas City
History: Lately, she's been seen as an acrobatic performer with a traveling circus called the Blackwald Carnival.
Ilva has many outfits and adopted personas which she relies on in her work as a rogue. This one is mysterious, friendly, and polite.
MRP profile: Helen Levi
Helen LeviNickname: Wraith
Eyes: Muddy green
Race: Human
Height: Short
Weight: Slim
Age: Young
Description: This petite, wiry woman has short honey-blonde hair and eyes of a shade a kind soul might term "emerald" (if one likes muddy emeralds). Her footfalls are nearly inaudible, her scent a faint hint of powdered stone. The mask covering the lower half of her face does not ripple with breath; closer inspection shows it hangs as if weighted at the bottom to prevent excess motion. Her cloak also behaves as if weighted at the bottom. The silk blouse and bleached leather pants have faint grey smudges on them, similar in shade to Stormwind's masonry.
Despite hiding her face, her tone of voice is bright and friendly. She may move silently, but she does not skulk.
History: ((While the flag says she is not skulking in shadows, if she is stealthed - yes, she is skulking in shadows.))
This persona is that of a well-to-do trader's wife.
MRP profile: Miss Ulricson
Miss G. UlricsonTitle: Blind medic
Eyes: Bandaged
Race: Human
Height: Short
Weight: Slim
Age: Young
Description: This petite, wiry woman has short honey-blonde hair peeking out from the edges of the veil covering the top of her face. If the veil flutters, beneath it can be seen runecloth bandages covering her eyes. She appears to have little trouble finding her way around, though she often uses touch to guide her way. Her footfalls are nearly silent, her scent a fresh, clean linen and leather. When she smiles, she has quite pronounced dimples.
She's almost pixie-ish, despite her coarse accent.
Home: The inn she's at
Birthplace: Possibly Gilneas
History: There are few rumors about this young woman, though if you happen to ask around at the inn she's nearest to, someone will usually know that she seems to be the wife of a traveling merchantman and a healer recovering from a recent wounding on the road.
This persona is that of a wanna-be kaldorei. It's difficult to tell if she's serious or not.
MRP profile: Thaylidel Florabottom
Thaylidel FlorabottomEyes: Muddy green
Race: Human
Height: Short
Weight: Slim
Age: Young
Currently: Skin is smeared with violet pigment.
Description: This petite, wiry woman has short honey-blonde hair and eyes of a shade a kind soul might term "emerald" (if one likes muddy emeralds). Violet pigment is smeared over her exposed skin, and she has long purple feathers sticking up from the tips of her ears. She smells like fresh, clean linen and flowers. When she smiles, she has quite pronounced dimples.
She's got a pixie-ish sort of cuteness around her, but also a distinctly dotty air. It's quite likely at this very moment that she is skipping - or trying to hand you flowers.
Home: Where-ever
This persona is that of a more-than-slightly unhinged Gilnean street urchin.
MRP profile: Ginny
Genevive SwiftNickname: Ginny
Title: Cute, but kinda deadly.
Eyes: Muddy green
Race: Human
Height: Short
Weight: Slim
Age: Young
Description: This petite, wiry woman has short honey-blonde hair and eyes of a shade a kind soul might term "emerald" (if one likes muddy emeralds). The gaze of those eyes never seems to stay fixed, always darting around, always in motion. Her footfalls are nearly silent, her scent a mix of leather and formaldehyde. Underneath her hat, bruising mars her forehead, and her fingers are never far from the handle of the knife on her belt. Yet, when she smiles, she has quite pronounced dimples.
She'd be pixie-ish, if she weren't so filthy.
Home: Where-ever
Birthplace: Gilneas City
This persona is of an exceptionally boring and nondescript young woman who does not look at all obvious.
MRP profile: Inconspicuous Bait
Ilva SwiftNickname: Rabbit
Eyes: Muddy green
Race: Human
Height: Short
Weight: Slim
Age: Young
Currently: Looking entirely inconspicuous and boring.
Description: This petite, wiry woman has short honey-blonde hair and eyes of a shade a kind soul might term "emerald" (if one likes muddy emeralds). Her footfalls are nearly silent, her scent a fresh, clean linen and leather. One could almost miss her in a crowd - she looks so bland and inconspicuous. Very close observers of expression or body language can probably tell she's nervous.
Home: Where-ever
Birthplace: Gilneas City
MRP profile: Worgen
Emerald
Eyes: Muddy green
Race: Worgen
Height: Short
Weight: Slim
Age: Young
Description: This petite, wiry worgen has a short-cropped black mane and eyes of a shade a kind soul might term "emerald" (if one likes muddy emeralds). Her footfalls are nearly silent, her scent a mix of leather and pine needles. When she smiles, the edges of her canines stick out over her lower lip, giving her a snaggle-toothed appearance.
Home: Where-ever
Birthplace: Gilneas City
Home: Where-ever
Birthplace: Gilneas City
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Eyes: Icy blue
Height: Tall
Weight: Solid
Age: Dead
Description: This large draenei male is clearly long past his best-buried-by date. Ashen blue skin is pulled tautly across a face which has seen the blunt end of a few too many blows. His bushy, dark ponytail is relatively well-cared-for in comparison to the condition of the rest of his corpse. The traditional gold rings on his tail and face tendrils are kept to a high-polished shine, although it's difficult to get close enough to read the markings on them. Clanking gently against his armor, a cord strung with tiny clay tablets is tied around his left bicep. His tail is a skeletal remnant of former glory, the scaled ridges near the top of it cracked and brittle.
His voice is a heavy baritone with an odd accent, as if he learned his Common from uneducated teachers. It does not have the resonant echo of some death knights. A hint of sickly-sweet decay accompanies his presence.
The back of his left shoulder seems to be covered by a slag piece of khorium plate. More metal runs in a thin silvery strip down the outside of his left arm down to the tip of his left index finger; a shiny splatter of metal on the back of his hand holds part of the strip down.
((Commissioned Art by Nicoletti, colors added by Valdiis: http://tinyurl.com/HadeonDK ))
Home: usu. seen in Shattrath
Birthplace: Argus
Motto: "No rest for the wicked."
History: Some draenei may recognize him as one of the guards who would stay behind to keep the Genedar (the one the orcs call Oshu'gun now) safe when they landed on a new planet.
A rare few might also recognize him as one of the stoic, Light-wielding tomb guardians from before the fall and corruption of Auchindoun. He usually had a helm on, though, so maybe not.
These days, he's more recognizable as "that ugly dead guy" down at the forge in the Dwarven District of Stormwind working on some sort of armor, or glowering from the doorway of the Shadows of Argus building on Aldor Rise in Shattrath.
Experts in rune magic, please whisper me for extra information you may notice about this character (if you want to interact).
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Kynthei Stern
This character was the result of an experiment in cross-faction RP where the Forsaken in the Shadarim (a Moon Guard guild) were testing plague samples on captured Alliance soldiers. They got their hands on a young human warrior who had just finished her first tour with the Stormwind Guard (NPC version) and was in Southshore to visit her sister. She was the first success of their plague concoction. Unfortunately, she became a casualty of Blizzard not allowing me enough character slots and my desire to try playing a dwarf.Kynthei often has a vague, lost expression on her face - or what's left of it. While her skin shows severe signs of rot, it also has an odd freshness to it, as if the rot happened all at once and just yesterday. The faintest of golden glows smolders in her empty eye sockets and she seems to be able to get around without knocking into things too often. Stringy blonde hair clings stubbornly to her skull while chunks of rotted flesh cling just as stubbornly to her weakening joints. Her weapons and armor appear to have been given only cursory care, dinged and dented and showing the beginnings of rust in places. When she does speak, her raspy, strained voice carries a strong accent of one born and raised in Stormwind.
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Eyes: Strongly green
Race: Sin'dorei
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 126 lbs.
Description: From her golden hair to her golden skin to her penchant for wearing golden embroidery and jewelry, Serathyn has something of an obsession with the hue. She frequently can be seen fiddling with her earrings or the golden bangles around her wrists. Her eyes have a particularly strong greenish glow and her frame verges towards emaciation under the drape of her robes, but she appears otherwise healthy. In fact, she may be the sort who obsesses with her appearance, given the smooth gleam of her hair and the soft hands that indicate little hard work. Faint ink stains on her fingers betray her usual labors. A curious combination of brimstone and spiced honey scents can be found on her if one is close enough.
((Commissioned Art by Kimberly Swan: http://tinyurl.com/SeraAndTek ))
History: She is often found hanging out in the company of military units, but never seen on the field. One rumor floating around is that she's a camp follower. However, she's also regularly seen in the company of an exceptionally prideful mage. The way they bicker, they might be related - or have known each other much too long.
Those in the business of herb trade in the Goldenmist Village area - before the Scourge came through - might have a vague recollection of this woman's face.
((Demon out? OOC. I've been out questing.))
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Eyes: Gray-green
Race: Human
Height: Tall
Weight: Stocky
Age: Young
Description: Whenever he's standing, his posture is wide-footed and brash. Whenever he's sitting, his back is straight and his chin high. Whenever he's talking, his voice is deep yet excited. Whenever he's running away, it is bravely and with rapidity.
Ryule Baxter is a stocky, tall man with youthful skin that carries obvious signs of a life spent outdoors. His rough hands may indicate much manual labor. His hair's black, eyes a peculiar gray-green.
Birthplace: Gilneas
Motto: "Hey, the winds know my name."
History: The Baxter family hails from a small, more-or-less unknown village in the Headlands of Gilneas. The village of about forty was primarily known for exporting potatoes. About two years ago, a drought threatened to wipe out the potato harvest. The village's harvest witch and his apprentice - one Ryule Baxter by name - managed to stave off the drought and save the potatoes. Ryule Baxter and his mentor were hailed as heroes and treated like backwoods rock stars.
Ryule is famous. Even the winds know his name. No one can tell him differently.
Of late, the young harvest witch is seen in the company of a beautiful elf priestess with a perpetual patient smile. He seems constantly amazed by the pace and wonders of the city.
MRP profile: Worgen
Ryule Baxter
Eyes: Amber
Race: Worgen
Height: Tall
Weight: Stocky
Age: Young
Description: Whenever he's standing, his posture is wide-pawed and brash. Whenever he's sitting, his back is straight and his chin high. Whenever he's talking, his voice is excited with a bit of growl. Whenever he's running away, it is bravely and with rapidity.
Ryule Baxter is a lean, tall worgen with coarse, lightly-matted fur that carries obvious signs of a life spent outdoors. His ragged claws may indicate much manual labor. His fur's black, eyes a peculiar greenish amber.
Ryule Baxter is a lean, tall worgen with coarse, lightly-matted fur that carries obvious signs of a life spent outdoors. His ragged claws may indicate much manual labor. His fur's black, eyes a peculiar greenish amber.
Birthplace: Gilneas
Motto: "Hey, the winds know my name."
History: The Baxter family hails from a small, more-or-less unknown village in the Headlands of Gilneas. The village of about forty was primarily known for exporting potatoes. About two years ago, a drought threatened to wipe out the potato harvest. The village's harvest witch and his apprentice - one Ryule Baxter by name - managed to stave off the drought and save the potatoes. Ryule Baxter and his mentor were hailed as heroes and treated like backwoods rock stars.
Ryule is famous. Even the winds know his name. No one can tell him differently.
Of late, the young harvest witch is seen in the company of a beautiful elf priestess with a perpetual patient smile. He seems constantly amazed by the pace and wonders of the city.
Ryule is famous. Even the winds know his name. No one can tell him differently.
Of late, the young harvest witch is seen in the company of a beautiful elf priestess with a perpetual patient smile. He seems constantly amazed by the pace and wonders of the city.
MRP profile: Flight
A large black bird
Eyes: Amber
Race: Avian
Height: 3'7"
Weight: Light
Description: It's a large black bird. It's probably perched some place - or soaring in circles.
Bird-watchers - and druid afficionados - would note markings of a stormcrow. Druids - or experts on them - can easily tell this is a shapeshifted druid in stormcrow form.
Bird-watchers - and druid afficionados - would note markings of a stormcrow. Druids - or experts on them - can easily tell this is a shapeshifted druid in stormcrow form.
Motto: "Auk."
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MRP profile: Bear
An inconspicuous bear
Eyes: Amber
Race: Ursine
Height: 4'11" (at shoulder)
Weight: 963 lbs.
Description: This bear would be quite inconspicuous if not for two things: he is exceptionally large, and he is wearing plain leather bands around his front paws. While the former could be attributed to good breeding, the latter clearly marks this bear as either a trained pet of some kind or a druid in bear form.
((Physical stats taken from average measurements of a polar bear.))
Motto: "Grr."
History: This bear is regularly seen in the company of a young, silent elf priestess. Perhaps the bear is her pet.
Race: Feline
Height: 2'4" (at shoulder)
Weight: 297 lbs.
Descriptions: This cat would be quite inconspicuous if not for two things: he is exceptionally large, and he is wearing plain leather bands around his front paws. While the former could be attributed to good breeding, the latter clearly marks this cat as either a trained pet of some kind or a druid in cat form.
((Physical stats taken from average measurements of a large jaguar.))
Motto: "Mrr."
History: This cat is regularly seen in the company of a young, silent elf priestess. Perhaps the cat is her pet.
Race: Ursine
Height: 4'11" (at shoulder)
Weight: 963 lbs.
Description: This bear would be quite inconspicuous if not for two things: he is exceptionally large, and he is wearing plain leather bands around his front paws. While the former could be attributed to good breeding, the latter clearly marks this bear as either a trained pet of some kind or a druid in bear form.
((Physical stats taken from average measurements of a polar bear.))
Motto: "Grr."
History: This bear is regularly seen in the company of a young, silent elf priestess. Perhaps the bear is her pet.
MRP profile: Cat
An inconspicuous cat
Eyes: AmberRace: Feline
Height: 2'4" (at shoulder)
Weight: 297 lbs.
Descriptions: This cat would be quite inconspicuous if not for two things: he is exceptionally large, and he is wearing plain leather bands around his front paws. While the former could be attributed to good breeding, the latter clearly marks this cat as either a trained pet of some kind or a druid in cat form.
((Physical stats taken from average measurements of a large jaguar.))
Motto: "Mrr."
History: This cat is regularly seen in the company of a young, silent elf priestess. Perhaps the cat is her pet.
Lysonde Shadowspite
Eyes: SilverRace: Kaldorei
Height: Average
Weight: Sturdy
Age: Adult
Description: This sturdy, plain kaldorei woman carries herself with the bearing of a trained fighter, but appears to be favoring her right side as she walks and can sometimes be seen leaning on the stick she carries.
Home: Darnassus
Birthplace: Starfall Village
History: Inquiries about her to others typically result in sad, pitying expressions and a hushed story of a sentinel wounded at Mount Hyjal too far from quick healing. One bad leg later and that elf limps around the city, glowering at young trainees and sleeping outside somewhere near the Howling Oak.
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Nickname: Cassie
Eyes: Blue-gray
Race: Human
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 134 lbs
Age: 26
Currently: Nervously crowd-watching and being a wall-flower.
Description: This woman is boyishly-built and could uncharitably be called boyishly-plain as well. Her eyebrows are too pale for her skin, her auburn hair muddied with brown, and her eyes entirely unremarkable. She looks like a woman used to manual labor and getting dates two beers in, and smells like sea salt and hemp rope. On the inside of her left forearm, when visible, is a tattoo in black ink of a fouled anchor.
Home: Menethil Harbor
Birthplace: Keel Harbor
History: Those who frequent harbors and shipyards may have seen her around lately, hauling lines or staring longingly over the waves.
Gilneans from Keel Harbor may recall a gangly, plain girl who worked at the docks there.
MRP profile: Worgen
Cassidy J. BennettNickname: Cassie
Eyes: Pale gray
Race: Worgen
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 178 lbs
Age: 26
Currently: Running around and sniffing wildflowers.
Description: This worgen with mousey-brown fur and washed-out grey eyes is nothing impressive to look at - for a bipedal, furred, fanged creature with four-inch claws. Her form carries the muscles of someone used to manual labor, and she bears all the curves of a longsword. If you get close enough to smell her, over the scent of wet dog is sea salt and hemp rope.
Home: Menethil Harbor
Birthplace: Keel Harbor
History: This mousey-brown worgen is occasionally seen at the water's edge off in the distance from the docks of the Stormwind Harbor, or out in the surrounding countryside hunting game. Curiously, she might also have been spotted sniffing a lot of flowers as she hunts.
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Title: Vindicator of the Shattered Sun
Eyes: Glowing blue
Height: 7'5"
Weight: 283 lbs.
Age: ~400 years
Description: If one could bottle enthusiasm, this stocky draenei would make them a fortune. She has the physical build of a hardy fighter, and the smile of a confident youth impervious to the vagaries of war and hardship. Her short, dark hair bears the sorts of cowlicks and rumples that indicate frequent combing with nothing more sophisticated than fingers. Inset jewels glitter from the golden rings around her face tendrils and tail and from the tightly-fitting khorium cuff bangle on her right wrist. Both horns appear to have been painted or enameled with decorative (and ultimately illegible) Draenei calligraphy in shimmering gold.
Although her spirit seems undimmed by fighting, her body has not survived unscathed: nicks and scratches spatter her horns and hooves, and her right elbow has the shiny, twisted scarring of a severe felfire burn.
Home: Hearthglen
Birthplace: Near Halaa, Draenor
Motto: "Where there is life, there is hope."
History: Draenei from Karabor may recall this young female as a vindicator trainee some twenty years or so before the fall of the temple. Those with close ties to Shattrath's rebuilding may also have seen her acting as squire to one of the vindicators working on reconstruction.
Any Azerothian who participated heavily in the Shattered Sun effort has probably seen her before, at least in passing. Rumor has it that her first assignment after appointment to full vindicator status was on the Isle of Quel'danas, and she took to the assignment with a singular enthusiasm.
More recently, she has been seen with some of the Argent Crusade-affiliated groups.
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Eyes: Blue-green
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 127 lbs.
Age: 19
Currently: Appears afraid but hiding it well.
Description: Ruby Parnel is quite average. A smattering of freckles dot her ivory skin and - without makeup - the eyelashes framing her blue-green eyes are too pale to have much impact. When her naturally coral lips curve into a smile, though, she is certainly winsome enough.
Calluses on her right middle finger and a thickly padded bracer on her left forearm might be clear indicators of her preferred hobby of archery. Her arms are toned and her frame rather proportionally boring. If one gets much too close to her, it's clear she smells like leather, dog fur, and the faintest hint of candied ginger.
Home: Lakeshire
Birthplace: Alther's Mill
Motto: "That's worth trying again."
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Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 136 lbs.
Age: 24
Currently: Keeps touching a leather canteen on her belt.
Description: Standing just a hint over average height for a human woman, Zubeida has skin the color of sweetened coffee, eyes like smoked quartz gems, and hair of sable tones to make a jungle nightstalker jealous. She moves with a grace and body-awareness common to dancers or tumblers. Where shown by attire, she is muscular enough to throw a solid punch yet has a soft belly. Her clothing is usually serviceable and sturdy - but enhanced with a ribbon of brightly colored trim or a wrist-full of bangles. Two small gold hoops adorn her left earlobe, while another gold hoop and a small faceted ruby pierce the right.
Those brushing close enough to get a whiff of her catch hot spices and salt-sea air, along with a touch of leather and sweat.
Her voice is a low alto, never rising to shrillness or squeaks. Even her laughs are soft.
Home: Booty Bay
History: Frequenters of Booty Bay may have seen her around - particularly in taverns or troupe dance performances. It's not likely she stood out as any great beauty or particular skill, however.
Sailors familiar with the port may discuss "Al-Rahmet" as a fearsome lady to gamble against.
Her skin has the kind of color common to sailors and others who spend excessive time beneath direct sun. Those with a history among Wastewander Bandits might recognize her.
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Weland Gemarich
Nickname: The Great Gemarich
Title: Traveling magician
Eyes: Brown
Race: Human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 158 lbs
Age: 32
Description: Not quite tall, not quite broad, this healthy, sturdy man falls just shy of superlatives every time. Somehow, he manages to look both dapper and careless. His warm blond hair is well-kept and cut just above his shirt collar. The skin at the corners of his average brown eyes seems to have so far escaped the early signs of age, and his face bears a mask of bright, manic energy. The hefty muttonchops he sports blend carefully into his mustache, the entire affair kept as well-groomed as a prized horse. His left forearm bears a thick scar - the bite of some large animal.
Often fast to move and given over to unnecessary flourishes in gesture, he speaks loudly and laughs louder still. He is rarely far from a covered wagon painted in green and gold and brown bearing the legend "The Blackwald Carnival" on both sides.
((Commissioned Art by Kimberly Swan, colors added by Valdiis: http://tinyurl.com/WelandGemarich ))
Home: No fixed address
Birthplace: Stormglen Village
Motto: Now watch carefully, and... POOF!
History: Smaller towns and hamlets have probably seen at least one show by this magician and his traveling caravan. The Great Gemarich may be more familiar to those from small Gilnean towns, but in the last few years since the Wall came down, he's been traveling the Eastern Kingdoms proper.
Rumor has it that he was denied acceptance into the academic circles of the Kirin Tor before the Gilnean Wall went up. He gets quite rude if this is brought up to his face, however.
Occasionally accompanied by his lovely magician's assistant, Rika Shay. Upon closer inspection, Rika exhibits an uncanny, eerie sort of perfection.
A quieter rumor is that if he catches any of his carnies wearing purple, he flies into an irrational rage.
MRP Profile: Worgen
Weland Gemarich
Nickname: The Great Gemarich
Title: Traveling magician
Eyes: Orange
Race: Worgen
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 261 lbs.
Age: 32
Description: Not quite tall, not quite broad, this healthy, sturdy worgen falls just shy of superlatives every time. Covered in pale brown fur, he manages to look more fuzzy than savage, but his teeth are just as sharp as any. His orange eyes are rarely still, as if he cannot bear to look at only one thing for long. Long, sharp, and carefully maintained claws tip his fingers. His left forearm bears a thick scar which interrupts the growth of fur in a pattern implying the bite of a large animal.
Often fast to move and given over to unnecessary flourishes in gesture, he speaks loudly and laughs louder still. He is rarely far from a covered wagon painted in green and gold and brown bearing the legend "The Blackwald Carnival" on both sides.
Often fast to move and given over to unnecessary flourishes in gesture, he speaks loudly and laughs louder still. He is rarely far from a covered wagon painted in green and gold and brown bearing the legend "The Blackwald Carnival" on both sides.
Birthplace: Stormglen Village
Motto: Now watch carefully, and... POOF!
History: Smaller towns and hamlets have probably seen at least one show by the traveling caravan this worgen accompanies. The Blackwald Carnival may be more familiar to those from small Gilnean towns, but in the last few years since the Wall came down, he's been traveling the Eastern Kingdoms proper.
Rumor has it that this worgen is actually the caravan owner, a magician who calls himself the Great Gemarich on stage. He rarely speaks as a worgen, however, and will not confirm this if asked.
A much fainter rumor places this worgen's specific visage in immediate consequence to carnies wearing purple in the presence of Gemarich.
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Daephrin Starsworn
Title: Rakehell and lay-about
House: of Blackshard
Eyes: Beryl green
Race: Sin'dorei
Height: Average
Weight: Athletic
Age: Adult
Currently: Unemployed courier (LFGuild)
Description: With short black hair spiked up around a slim, stern face, this sin'dorei looks to be of conventionally attractive proportions - which means he looks like every other male sin'dorei on two planets all the way down to the cocky smirk on his lips. He probably slices cheese with his cheekbones and compares his eyes to emeralds ("Does this green match, do you think?").
He is likely sporting tight leather pants and a loose, flowing shirt right now; perhaps he has delusions of piracy? He's awfully pale for a "pirate." Glimpses of intricate black tattoos can be spotted peeking out of the cuffs and at the open collar of his shirt, and he wears a small silver medallion with a wave engraved on it. Those who get quite too damn close can catch hints of a cologne of lavender, lime, and bay rum.
Home: Silvermoon City
Birthpalce: Suncrown Village
Motto: I know a guy who knows a guy...
History: It depends on where you ask around and what you ask, but most rumors place him as a lazy lay-about with a smooth tongue and a smoother exit. One innkeeper says he's a troublemaker who slipped out without paying his bill.
A small pack of young ladies on the street giggle behind their hands and say he's "not very picky" while one of the girls hides a sour expression.
A magister will tell you that House Blackshard is no longer on the register and is considered defunct, good day.
Over the in shadows on Murder Row, a fence-of-goods wants to know if, because you're asking, that means you've seen the asshole recently.
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Artificer Ikeilos
Title: Dream-treader
Eyes: Blue
Height: 7'10"
Weight: 312 lbs.
Age: Adult
Description: Of average height and a little thin for a draenei, this man seems to have a perpetual mischievous smirk on his sharply-defined face. The thick fall of blue hair from his head is well-tended and shiny. No dents mar his forehead crest nor visible scars his pale blue skin. His single chin tendril is thick and the four rings on it - set in pairs of two - are intricately engraved platinum. A similar trio of platinum bands sit below the last ridge of his heavy tail.
When he speaks, his voice is deep and often described as soothing or even soporific. Those who get much too close to his personal space may discover a cologne of woodsy incense with a hint of dark musk.
Home: Forest Song
Birthplace: The Genedar
Motto: You might change your mind.
History: Draenei who spent long at the Exodar might find him a familiar face, as he was among the artificers taking pains to restore the ship after the crash.
Prior to that, those with a history at Karabor may recognize this man as an anchorite and artificer. He was quiet, though not unfriendly, and always tended to look as if he knew some funny joke he wasn't sharing.
Artificers of crystal technology likely know him from a research thesis published after the crash to Azeroth on creating a wide-band mental communication system with resonance crystal wavelengths. The research was largely condemned as impractical and potentially harmful.
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