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 Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:00 pm
Name: Sai'tasi (female) & Mal'kyor (male)
Mother: Ayanne Feltusk
Father: Arcyn Dawnstormer
Concieved: 9/27/08
Born: 3/21/079
Sex: Male and Female
Eye Color: Female: glowing yellow
Eye Color: Male: glowing green
Hair Color: Female: reddish brown
Hair Color: Male: blue
Distinguishing Marks: Female: body is covered in soft blue fur, three-fingered hands, two-toed feet, long pointed ears. Seems to be a bit smaller than her brother with fairer features.
Distinguishing Marks: Male: smooth flesh-toned skin with a faint blue tint, small tusks are already beginning to bud from his top jaw, three-fingered hands, two-toed feet, long pointed ears.
Personality: Both are rather rambunctious for infants, insatiably curious, and have a healthy set of lungs each.
This journal is personal, private property of the parent(s) listed above. Do not post in here without expressed permission. A larger picture can be found here  Art for this GMFC appointment is ©GMFC Artist Team The Gaia Maternity and Fertility Clinic (GMFC) is ©Kamiki
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:28 pm
- Official Post
- Table Of Contents -
- Rules
- The Story
- About Sai'tasi
- About Mal'kyor
- About Ayanne
- About Qwello
- Extended Family
- Belongings
- Photo Album
- Friends & Foes
- Pets
- Gifts
- Notes/Credits
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:32 pm
1. Please only post if given permission
2. Please make all posts in-character
3. Please do not quote/nest other posts while RPing
4. If you have any questions, please direct them to Ayanne Feltusk over PM
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:33 pm
It would so happen that a meandering party of Horde was brave enough to venture past its threshold one ill-fated evening. Among them was a fiery-tempered troll mage, Ayanne Feltusk, and the haughty Blood Knight, Arcyn Dawnstormer. Both of them gave the others, each other included, a wide berth most times for their own reasons, but held enough grudging respect for the team's skills to accompany them on such ventures.
After successfully breaching the manor's front line of spooks and undead, the team leaders called for a recess to allow everyone to check their supplies and replenish their resources.
Ayanne, on a whim, had chosen to be intrigued by a previously-unexplored corridor as the others rested. Arcyn, being the only one to notice her leaving and not particularly relishing the idea of an hours-long delay if she were to get lost, had followed after her.
Neither of them could have been prepared for the odd fate Karazhan had in store for them, however...
Skulking in one of the doorways, their presense was noticed by a concubine succubus who, along with the assortment of spectral mistresses and hostesses, called Karazhan's guest chambers her home. The pair of wayward adventurers were taken offguard and placed under a powerful spell of seduction.
With Ayanne and Arcyn firmly within her grasp, and it having been so long since she had last fed well, the concubine proceeded to do what she did best. Clothes were shed, limbs were tangled, and under the demon's lustful eye, the troll and blood elf were locked in a ferocious and unnatural passion with one another.
It was fortunate, however, that their absense from the group had not gone unnoticed...
Ayanne's eldest son, Kanatta, and the burly tauren warrior, Uwawa, had been annoyed to find their party incomplete and had set out to locate their wayward teammates. A series of odd noises had led them to the corridor in question where they stumbled across the less-than-savory scene.
So enraptured was she in feeding, the concubine did not notice the others until her head had left her shoulders, shattering the strong magical hold over Arcyn and Ayanne and leaving them exhausted and unconscious.
When asked what they would tell the pair when they awoke, Kanatta elected that the safest thing for all involved would be to say nothing at all and demanded Uwawa help him get them dressed and situated elsewhere.
Ayanne and Arcyn awoke shortly after and Kanatta carefully explained to them both that they had been ambushed by guards and resurrected. The lie held, as neither of them suspected otherwise, and the two of them were dismissed from the party to recover.
Arcyn returned to his business elsewhere, following the ever-present call for a skilled healer, and Ayanne went back to the floating city of Dalaran where she was studying the master-arts of the arcane with her teacher-turned-lover, Qwello. By all rights, the odd string of events should have ended there...
...unfortunately fate has an odd sense of humor, and as Ayanne was about to learn, in the presense of twisted magics, even the most unlikely things could become possible...
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:35 pm
Name: Sai'tasi
Gender: Female
Race: half-blood (jungle troll/blood elf)
Age: infant
Hair: Reddish-brown
Eyes: Glowing Yellow
Distinguishing Features: body is covered in soft blue fur, three-fingered hands, two-toed feet, long pointed ears. Seems to be a bit smaller than her brother with fairer features.
Marital Status: ...What do you think ?
Family: Ayanne Feltusk (mother); Qwello (Adoptive father); Kanatta (half-brother); Zelzhan (half-brother) Mal'Kyor (twin brother); Gekkoura Dawnsigner (auntie !)
Occupation: Older twin of the duo of doom
Personality: There is little to be said at the moment, but Sai'Tasi seems to already be a handful, watching the world with curious, wide eyes. We fear for the parents' sanity once she learns to crawl...
Likes: Getting into things, pulling daddy's braid, her twin brother
Dislikes: Being separated from her brother, sudden, loud noises
Background: yet to come
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:36 pm
  
Gender: Male
Race: half-blood (jungle troll/blood elf)
Age: toddler
Hair: blue
Eyes: glowing green
Distinguishing Features: smooth flesh-toned skin with a faint blue tint, small tusks are already beginning to bud from his top jaw, three-fingered hands, two-toed feet, long pointed ears.
Marital Status: N/A
Family: Ayanne (mother), Qwello (adoptive father), Sai'tasi (twin sister), Kanatta (half-brother), Zelzhan (half-brother), Gekkoura Dawnsigner (aunt)
Medical Disorders: Mal'kyor was born with the same addiction to arcane magic all blood elves have in common, inherited from his biological father. Being near sources of arcane magic is, for the moment, enough to satiate it. If not allowed to "feed" for long periods, he begins to experience withdrawl symptoms (irritatable mood, high temperature, shakes, lethargy)
Occupation: second-in-command to the gruesome twosome, younger than his sister by a whole twelve minutes.
Personality: Alert, curious, always mobile. Mal'kyor is shaping up to be a typical troll whelp with little to show for his elven heritage. When not getting into everything that has not been safely put out of his reach, he is most often seen harassing the resident wildlife or other hunters' pets.
Likes: the sound of his own voice, the outdoors, exploring, animals
Dislikes: being chilly, being separated from Sai'tasi for extended periods, baths, naps
Background: yet to come
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:40 pm
 
Gender: Female
Race: Darkspear Troll
Age: 38 (appears late twenties, her constant marinating in the arcane making her age very gracefully)
Hair: irridescent blue-green gathered in thick braids that lay over her shoulders in the front, the rest swept back from her face and down her back.
Eyes: Deep red
Distinguishing Features: faint periwinkle skin, three-digited hands, two-toed feet, and short, but pronounced tusks protruding from her top jaw
Marital Status: Widowed
Family: Kanatta (son), Zelzhan (son), Shaveri (daughter-in-law), Taikar (grandson)
Occupation: Practicing mage of the fire/arcane arts, and accomplished tailor
Personality: Headstrong and independant, Aya does not like to rely on others for anything. Even if it means she'll be worse for wear in the end, she prefers to overcome obstacles by herself. Her main hindrance is her incredibly volatile temper which often distracts her from her goals to expend her time and energy on needless tirades and rages. When angered, she is incredibly destructive and dangerous, employing her power over fire to rain chaos on whoever or whatever is the target of her ire. Unfortunately for her, she also becomes extremely predictable. Once one has caught on to the method to her madness, they are easily able to weather the storm in safety. Some are even able to manipulate her anger to serve their own means.
Aya has few friends, and even fewer people that she truly trusts, preferring to hold everyone at arm's length. Not many are afforded a look at her gentle side, which only surfaces in brief snatches in the company of those she is comfortable with.
Likes: Feeling accomplished, mastering things thought to be beyond her capabilities, autumn, her baby phoenix Herbit, reading, warm colors (red/gold/orange/etc), spiced cider, hot baths
Dislikes: Boundaries, stupidity, feeling tied to things, being excluded, gnomes, the cold, leaving things half-done, asking for help, discussion about her late husband
Background: When the Darkspear Tribe still resided in Stranglethorn Vale, Ayanne proved, even as a child, to be a defiant female. She challenged the male-driven authority of the tribe at every opportunity, refusing learning the typical roles of a woman in favor of romping with the male whelps. No amount of reprimand or threatening could get her to conform and it was whispered among the adults that she would grow up to, if not challenge Sen'jin for the right of chieftain, strike out on her own with whoever would follow her to begin her own tribe. Female leadership among trolls was, after all, reprehensible, but not unheard of.
As fate had it, however, her aspirations were cut short. Still in the awkward stage between whelp and adult, her eye was drawn to the art of casting. Able to wedge her foot in the door with one of the tribe's mystics, she began to learn the art of the arcane. Said mystic, however, had other pupils, one of which noticed and took rapt interest in Ayanne.
Motai was a shifty and secretive sort, five years older than she and clearly drawn to power. As Aya radiated a commanding presence, he found himself taken with her and sought her companionship under the guise of mutually strengthening their teachings.
Companionship opened the door to far more personal seekings, ultimately ending with Ayanne finding herself pregnant. When her condition was learned of, the meager foothold of respect she'd managed to gain among the males of the tribe was abruptly lost. Her teachings ceased, she was given to Motai as a wife and forced back into the expected role of a female.
Bitter, but finding it pointless to fight, Ayanne resigned herself to the curve-ball life had thrown her and prepared for the arrival of her first child. Her marriage was an unhappy one and she found herself often alone as Motai went off to do whatever it was he did with his days and nights. It was not until their second child, Zelzhan, was born that Ayanne would learn the truth of her mate's secretive nature.
He had continued his teachings in casting and had begun to channel them into the darker arts with a scattered handful of others from various other tribes, calling themselves the Feltusk Coven. Their belief was that by embracing the fel magic the Burning Legion brought to Azeroth, they could enslave it. Ayanne found this idea to be both foolish and dangerous -- something she did not want anywhere near herself or her children.
Forcibly ousting him from their home and her life, Aya settled in to raise Kanatta and Zelzhan by herself. Motai was not heard from again, and was believed to be dead.
When the winds of fate shifted and united Thrall and his orcs with the Darkspears, Ayanne harbored mixed feelings. She shared the tribe's gratitude for their rescue from the murlocs that had besieged and taken Sen'jin from them, but was wary of Thrall's desire for the Darkspears to abandon their dark heritage and adopt a softer lifestyle which fit better with the Horde he was building. In the end, conforming seemed to have far more benefits attached to it than remaining true to the old ways.
With equality of the genders adopted by the Darkspear tribe, the opportunity was presented to her to be able to, once again, pick up her teachings in the way of the mage. It was an opportunity she would not pursue for many years to come, however, when Kanatta and Zelzhan both were of-age to strike out on their own.
Liberated of the role of a mother, and angered by the fact her plans for herself had been placed on hold for such a long time, Ayanne threw herself full-force into the arcane arts, determined she would learn in a span of months what it took most new recruits years to master.
She advanced quickly, devoting her free time to studying tomes and attempting incantations and spells that her instructors had deemed beyond her capabilities. It was not long until she was deemed ready to pass through the Dark Portal and join the Horde's elite forces established in various corners of Outland.
When Kanatta extended the offer to her to assist the Revival, she grudgingly accepted, keeping mostly to herself with no real desire to acquaint herself with her son's group of misfits.
She kept her ties minimal, though found herself frequently in the presence of an Amani mongrel who'd worked his way into the guild, known simply as Bulli. The two of them locked horns frequently and she found herself, more often than not, furious with him. The frustration, however, led to pent tension which often vented itself in the sheets.
From the bizarre affair, the two forged a friendship and a sort of respect for one another. As time wore on, however, it became apparant that it was not to last. Bulli's interests resided solely in havoc and chaos, and being toted around as an accessory to inflicting both, she found, while fun for awhile, was horribly distracting and fruitless.
In the end, she did what she felt was best for both of them and cut him loose. She stopped answering his letters, stopped frequenting the places he often had found her in, and returned to the libraries to study what she felt she would need to know before requesting to ship out to Northrend.
While reading one day, she was approached by her younger son who had a tired and bedraggled-looking older troll in tow. Zelzhan introduced the young man as his new best friend whom he had travelled with for the last span of days. Qwello introduced himself as quite fed up with the hunter's ineptness.
Aya found herself equally intrigued and annoyed by Qwello's mannerisms, never having seen one of her people carry themselves the way he did. It was hard to tell if he was really that mixed up or mocking her somehow. She would have dismissed him and gone on with her life, had she not chanced to see him cast a spell she did not know, and had never seen before.
Always hungry for knowledge she did not possess, she demanded he explain himself and teach her. When it became apparant that the one spell was merely the tip of the iceberg and the younger troll possessed more knowledge and ability as a mage than she had ever thought possible, Ayanne gained a new level of respect for him.
She wanted to learn all he knew. He declined, she insisted. He refused, she demanded. At last, grudgingly, Qwello became her mentor of sorts and began to teach her what he could. Though, at first, their relationship was strictly professional, hours spent poring over the same scrolls and tomes melted the ice wall between them some, allowing them to lapse into more friendly terms.
...and perhaps something more.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:42 pm
 
Gender: Male
Race: Jungle Troll
Age: 30 years old. Much like Aya, his constant dabbling with arcane magic makes him appear younger than he actually is - he would look to be somewhere in his mid-20's.
Hair: Blue-green, long, and put back in a single braid, which most often than not goes over his shoulder and hangs on the front. It is always kept very neat.
Eyes: Orange
Distinguishing Features: blue skin, long pointed ears, three-digited hands, two-toed feet, and large tusks protruding from his top jaw
Marital Status: Currently with Aya, though nothing is really too official yet
Family: Drey'uk (Father - whereabouts unknown)
Occupation: Mage of the Kirin Tor - Arcane Teacher and Alchemist
Personality: The first thing that strikes people when they interact with this troll is.... how much he simply does not act like a troll. Qwello, being raised mostly by elves and humans, walks upright naturally (thus ending up towering above almost anyone he meets. A fact that he often uses to his advantage.) He speaks with not even the slightest trace of an accent and is definitively elven in mannerisms and reactions. He has patience that far exceeds the average troll, and holds some grace about him.
Unfortunately, this also extends to arrogance. While not constantly in people's faces about it, it is quite apparent when he feels something or someone is below his skill level or attention and tends not to bother much with them. He is very intelligent, and he enjoys learning for the sake of learning.
He often takes out his frustrations in the form of long nights of research - and even in teaching those he deems worthy. He is very plainly aware that he is pretty much a walking, breathing oddity, but does not care one wit, and makes no effort to try and fit and blend in with other trolls, just as he makes no attempt to change their own mannerisms.
Likes: Research, Discovering new things, Reading, Writing, Colder colors (blue/green/purple), Manipulating ice, Mixing potions
Dislikes: Intolerance, Extreme arrogance, Those who willingly remain ignorant, Being called a pansy, Things left undone
Background: Qwello is quite an oddity in himself - born and raised as a member of the Kirin Tor. His father, Drey'uk, was initially a prisoner-turned-servant to the elves and humans of Dalaran, taught such things as speaking the Common language and reading out of necessity to his tasks. As time went by, it became apparant Drey'uk was taking a bit too rapt an interest in the library's tomes and scrolls, having taught himself the rudimentary basics of casting.
He was initially reprimanded and put to work in Dalaran's underbelly, far from any access to the Kirin Tor's secrets as it was discussed what was to be done with him. The idea of a troll trying to be people amused one of the instructors to no end, and he struck a wager with the other teachers that he could train Drey'uk well enough to be placed up against the school's finest students.
The deal made, as the others were confident that proper manners had been beaten into him by now, the troll was turned over to the instructor to be trained. Though Drey'uk learned quickly, his thirst for power and knowledge helping to advance his studies by leaps and bounds, he was reminded frequently that his place among them was rickety at best. And that he could have just as easily been put to death as he could don a mage's robes. As such, Drey'uk counted himself incredibly lucky and became obsessive in trying not to step out of line.
One night, a Horde messenger arrived to Dalaran with a message from Thrall. The attempt at diplomacy, however, was not recieved well and the messenger - a female troll - was given haven for the night but told to leave in the morning. Drey'uk had not laid eyes on another troll since his capture and sought her out, learning another of his own kind was within the city walls. After a few drinks, and several hours of small talk, they did what seemed to come naturally to tipsy young adults left to their own devices.
They parted ways with no further contact. That is, until, almost a year later, when a newborn troll infant appeared outside of Dalaran's main gate along with a note from the wayward messenger stating that she had no intention to take care of him.
Qwello was raised very strictly - Drey'uk knew very well that he was given a very rare chance, and he thus reminded his son constantly to not screw up and ruin it for the both of them. Drey'uk, however, had other responsibilities and expectations aside from those of being a parent and rarely had time to devote to Qwello's upbringing. As it was, young Qwello often turned to a high elven woman calling herself Gekkoura Dawnsigner for guidance and, when he needed it, comfort. Surrounded by elven and human influence and behavior, he gained very little troll mannerisms.
Years went by and, now a teenager, Qwello was finding himself disgruntled with his father's continual lack of faith in him - especially since he had not done the slightest thing out of line in his young life. He took out his frustrations in the form of research, reading almost every book in the massive library of Dalaran back to back.
He learned much of history, of Azeroth's inhabiting people, and the wars they had caused between one another. The ignorance of his own race in particular astounded him, especially their blind devotion to The Soulflayer that had nearly wiped them out. He began to muse on the idea that it may not have failed if they had possessed the forethought to open a rift between the living world and the nether to speak to the gods directly rather than rely on a single one's empty promises.
Musing became obsession and he put his plan into motion one night. The power of the incantation he'd discovered, however, was far beyond his capabilities and opened, instead, a portal to somewhere much darker. The demons that poured out of it were quickly dealt with and banished. And Qwello, having finally met everyone's long-awaited expectations of him, was exiled from Dalaran for having endangered the entire city, told to come back when he had grown and learned from his mistake.
He spent years keeping to himself, living mostly where he could and avoiding danger. As no Alliance settlement wanted anything to do with him, and his own race seemed much more keen to eat him than to take him in, it left him with only one viable option. He joined the Horde. They boasted tolerance, making good on it by accepting the blood elves - former high elves, one of the very races Qwello grew up in the presence of - within their ranks, helping him to feel a bit more at ease.
Still, though, he was unhappy. He had had years to think on what he'd done, realized how reckless he had been, and decided that this was all well and good, but what he really wanted was to go home. So he sent a letter and waited. There was no answer. He sent many more letters to Dalaran, all of them likewise unanswered. At last, angry, he made his way up to the city gates in person, only to find a ruined crater where the city had once been.
Not knowing what to do with himself, he moped in the orcish capital for awhile - until he was approached and told either to join the armies of the horde or find a profession and make himself useful. He did what he was told, filling his schedule with assignments and being stationed to various outposts around Azeroth. In his travels, he heard the whispered rumors of Northrend and that, in it, the magical floating city of Dalaran could be found.
He demanded to be shipped to Northrend, only to be told he was not yet skilled enough and only after he had proven his mettle on the battlefields of Outland would his request be honored. A chance meeting with Ayanne's son Zelzhan (and a rather lengthy "babysitting" of sorts) had the two meet. He quickly realized her talent, even if slightly offset by her firey temper, and thus took on the task of teaching her what she could not learn herself.
Now having finally returned to Dalaran and taken back his place as a mage of the Kirin Tor (and enjoying his father's absence), he's officially taken Aya as his pupil, as well as a few others - mostly other trolls - in hope to actually bolster their rank among the mage order, now that the city had became neutral to the conflict in between the horde and alliance. His relationship with Ayanne also evolved beyond teacher and pupil...
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:44 pm
 Ayanne's Relations  - Ayanne's eldest son, an accomplished hunter, and leatherworker. While Kanatta was niave in his youth, age and having to mediate countless conflicts has made him somewhat disgruntled. Though he is only in his mid-twenties, and a whelp compared to others, he has earned the nickname "old man Kana" from a few of his friends. As one of Thrall's diplomats, he has forced himself to learn tolerance and acquire some semblance of patience, though he's not shy about letting people know when he's growing annoyed. In the presence of his animals or family, however, he lets his guard down a bit and allows himself to be more of the silly git he was when he was younger.  - Ayanne's younger son. In-utero, he was exposed to a large quantity of fel magic, which tainted him somewhat. As a result, his eyes are black voids which he hides behind a pair of friendlier-looking engineer goggles to avoid stares, and he is somewhat addled upstairs. While an adult in age, Zelzhan has all of the walking-around sense of a turnip. He lacks any survival instinct whatsoever and is oblivious to danger. As he rarely expresses fear, he is often able to approach beasts which are perfectly capable of tearing him in half and walk away again unscathed. Zelzhan is also a bit of a firebug, training under Orgrimmar's finest goblin engineers to learn how to make the biggest, best explosions he's able.  - Ayanne's former mate. His tendancy to bow before great power, no matter how dark, made him an ideal lackey. In life, he drifted from place to place, attempting to worm into the good graces of various groups and those with position, ultimately being turned away at the first sign of conflict by his own cowardice. He eventually lost his life while acting the part of a hired healer for a blood knight defending an Eversong town from a scourge invasion. His bumbling mistaken for an act of heroism, he was given a hero's burial, only to have his eternal rest interrupted by the Lich King's razing of tombs in search of worthy knights...  - this strong-willed healer is Kanatta's mate, having been his best friend since they met in The Barrens years ago. While overall funloving and nurturing, Shav has a low tolerance for foolishness and does not waste time on those who cannot see her as an equal.  - the son of Kanatta and Shaveri, already showing great promise on the path of the magus. Like his parents, brought up in the presence of the Horde, Taikar has no interest in pursuing the Darkspears' darker past, preferring the orcs' focus on honor and strong brotherhood over that of voodoo and superstition. Taikar is friendly and adventurous, though thanks to the deviancy of some of the company his parents keep, seems to lack any interest whatsoever in either gender. He is often found basking in the presence of Shattrath City's resident Naaru. Qwello's Relations  - Qwello's former mentor, this high elf woman, unfortunately, lost her life in the fall of the first Dalaran - only to be risen later as a Death Knight, an unliving creature bound to the will of the Lich King and released from it due to accident. Due to there being no way to separate her from an high elf or a "corrupted" blood elf, she found herself stranded with the Horde, which made her a bit of a twitchy mess. Surrounded by those she trusts, however, Gekkoura has remained mostly the same than she was in life, a gentle soul who uses violence as a last resort, though her skill at weaving ice and fire were traded for much more sinister blood magic and unholy diseases and blights. She's ultimately rather tame for a death knight, and therefore was rather easily allowed back in Dalaran, even if she knows full well that she can never go back to what she used to be. For the time being, she tags along with her former pupil in between being sent for missions given by the Knights of the Ebon Blade, the order which she now belongs to.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:45 pm
These enchanted crystals were purchased from a vendor, each with its own purpose. The blue exudes a calming aura, the scarlet acts as a vessel to soak in and neutralize rage, the green assists in maintaining concentration, and the deep red is said to induce an open mind. Qwello is not sure if they actually work or not, but they have been placed on the desk with high hopes...A silly little nothing bought from a shop stall and left on the bookshelf to guard the tomes...
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:50 pm
 Friends In Azeroth  - Single-handedly possesses more energy than the Energizer bunny, and has the hair color to match. Zuraij is quite the lively blur of blue and pink, apparently unable to remain completely still as she is often seen fidgeting even when standing in one spot. Loud, brash, and quite obviously.... a tad on the immature side, yet holding enough charisma to draw many friends to her side. Not to mention, many a lover to her bed, though she has mostly been seen in the presence of Jentaka and Jehanna - her two J's, as she calls them fondly. Despite her immaturity, her skill as a sharpshooter is not to be underestimated - as Kanatta's first pupil that actually stuck to him, it is unknown just how he hasn't choked her yet. Jentaka - A young troll rogue who is an incorrigible flirt and sweet-talker. While on the job, he is a well-trained and deadly assassin, though in the pubs, he will freely indulge you with tales of his personal life you'd wish you'd never known. He tends to come as an accessory to Zuraij and Jehanna these days, though with him, things are always subject to change. Aside from his rakish habits, Taka's intentions are mostly in the right place when it comes to friends, and he is a skilled tinker, putting his deft fingers to use to create various gizmos, guns, and other outlandish apparatus.  - Taka and Zuraij's friend... with benefits. Born to Sin'dorei nobility, Jehanna has been trying to run from, hide from and just plain ignore this fact since she was old enough to try and pickpocket one of the rogue trainers in Silvermoon City. To the twins, she seems to take an 'aunt' role, being more than happy to get them all wound up and give them back afterward.  - A long-standing presense in Kanatta and Shaveri's life. He was among some of the first of the Sin'dorei to fully embrace the Horde's acceptance of the blood elves by sloughing off the skin of his people's customs to explore a more orcish way of thinking and living. Though haughty and oft-stubborn, this blood elf hunter is fiercely loyal to those he calls friends, whether they choose to call him such back or not.  - A grizzled tauren warrior whom, to look at, one would think had been trodden flat under life's boot. He is scarred and looks much older than he truly is, the result of a past torment he cannot seem to recall. However, within his twisted exterior lies a heart of gold. Talon is patient and understanding in the face of chaos, preferring to focus on the light at the end, instead of the dark tunnel itself. It was this outlook and his understanding that won the affections of Iyonis, his sin'dorei lover. In her healing presense, his blackened exterior has begun to fade, leaving in its wake the faintest mottlings of white and silver. Iyonis - One of the few members of the sin'dorei that mostly turned their backs to the old lifestyles of her people, Iyonis' past is rather dark, but her future shining bright, as an emissary of the naaru A'dal. She is able to hold quite a commanding presence that one would not expect from her tiny frame, and even less when one was previously exposed to her shy, skittish and withdrawn nature. While mostly found at the side of her lover, she is often seen tending an hand wherever it is needed. Friends In Gaia  - after a reckless teleportation deposited Ayanne and the twins in a strange new world, the squidlings and their mother were their first contacts. While Mal'kyor doesn't remember much of them because he was too busy coughing, Tasi quite liked Nauti and Kirkii. They taught each other such valuable lessons as ear-wiggling and yanking up Wasa's lawn.  - a chance meeting in the woods when Ayanne was attempting to locate a ley line to bring herself, and the twins, back to Azeroth. Mal'kyor took great enjoyment in gumming up this young lady's fingers and tail... Enemies None yet and let's keep it that way...
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 11:56 pm
All elements of World of Warcraft are © Blizzard Entertainment
Ayanne, Qwello, and other supporting members of the Darkspear Revival are the intellectual property of their players and have been used with permission.
GMFC and its associated elements are the property of Kamiki and staff
Appointment's Artwork done by: Lizzymoo (pregnancy, toddlers), Wasabineko (infants)Troll Quick Facts Trolls average seven feet in height and two hundred pounds in weight, all of it invested in muscle and bone. As a troll's life is generally a harsh one spent running and battling, few can afford to allow their bodies to accumulate any fat. They possess astonishing physical resilience: they can heal grievous physical injuries and regenerate lost limbs. This accelerated rate of healing makes trolls formidable adversaries on the field of battle. When provoked enough by anger, pain, or fright, trolls are capable of flying into a berserker rage, which causes their bodies to swell -- sometimes up to twice their original size -- and their attacks to become faster and more powerful. A berserking troll cannot be reasoned with or calmed, making them incredibly dangerous. They will continue until killed, forcefully subdued, or until their body's resources run out. Some skilled fighters have gained enough domain over themselves to be able to berserk at will and employ it on the battlefield. While females tend to walk with upright posture and have diminuative tusks, males walk with hunched backs and a lumbering ape-like gait and possess much larger and more dangerous tusks, often used as weapons in combat. They are extremely lithe and acrobatic, able to perform a backflip from a standstill Their bodies are covered in short, soft fur which make them appear to be varying shades of purple, gray, and blue. Some who live in the deep woods appear in shades of green due to the moss and algae growth on their pelts. Their primary language is the syllabic dialect of Zandali, though those taught to speak Orcish or Common tend to talk with a drawling island accent. They are extremely superstitious creatures, many indulging in cannibalism with the belief that it is the only way to truly destroy the souls of their fallen enemies. Many practice voodoo as their primary religion, though some have abandoned the "old ways" to follow the path of shamanism or that of the priest. Most trolls live in a tribal structure, in which males dominate everything and females exist solely for pleasure and offspring, sometimes being traded as currency to other tribes. Females fighting their way into higher roles, however, is not unheard of, though they are looked upon with derison and given condescending titles such as Zu'fli (translates literally into "baby witch") The Darkspear tribe is the exception these days, having abandoned much of their old culture to conform with Thrall's more humane and civilized Horde. Females are viewed as equals to males and cannibalism is now taboo. Those who still practice voodoo do so in private, away from the eyes of the disapproving orcs. A troll's lifespan is brief as most are killed prematurely in battle. They are considered full adults at the age of 16, and the oldest documented troll is over seventy years old and considered ancient. Minimum Roleplay Requirements Pregnancy1 "Dear Diary" type entry from each parent reflecting on the pregnancy, and how its affected your lifestyle. Infant2 Journal Entries from parent's perspective.
1 OPEN RP session to take place in the main thread. Must be transcribed into Journal.
Must have been an infant for at least one month. Toddler2 Journal Entries from parent's perspective.
1 OPEN RP session to take place in the main thread. Must be transcribed into Journal.
Must have been a toddler for at least one month. Child1 Journal Entry from parent's perspective in "Dear Diary" format
1 Journal Entry in "Dear Diary" format from child's perspective.
1 Journal Entry in any format.
1 OPEN RP session to take place in the main thread. Must be transcribed into Journal.
1 CLOSED RP session (2 or 3 people only) to take place over AIM, Guild Thread, or in the journal itself. AIM and Guild RPs must be transcribed or linked in Journal.
Must have been a child for at least three months Teen2 Journal Entries in "Dear Diary" format from parent's perspective
2 Journal Entries in "Dear Diary" format from child's perspective
2 Journal Entries or RP sessions in any format
2 OPEN RP sessions to take place in the main thread. Must be transcribed into Journal.
3 CLOSED RP sessions (2 or 3 people only) to take place over AIM, Guild Thread, or in the journal itself. AIM and Guild RPs must be transcribed or linked in Journal.
Must have been a teen for a MINIMUM of three months; in most cases longer than that will be required depending on RP frequency and quality Youth2 Journal Entries in "Dear Diary" format from parent's perspective
3 Journal Entries in "Dear Diary" format from child's perspective
5 Journal Entries or RP sessions in any format
3 OPEN RP sessions to take place in the main thread. Must be transcribed into Journal.
5 CLOSED RP sessions (2 or 3 people only) to take place over AIM, Guild Thread, or in the journal itself. AIM and Guild RPs must be transcribed or linked in Journal.
Must have been a young adult for 4-8 months, depending on activity in thread and journals
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