As my first post here I'd just like to say "Hi!" to everyone out there. I'm relatively new to WoW RPing though I have RPed often since a young age. The Madgod brought me here, blame him if I'm unacceptable!
I'll go over basics and then into the longer back ground and story into my first character.
Name: Raziya
Age: 117
Race: High Elf
Gender: Female
Appearance: At the moment this is how Raziya appears. She appears as a High Elf, skin porcelain white, she looks as if she's been out of the sun for some time. Her elfin features are exemplified because of her being underweight. Height 5'7" and weight only around about 115 lbs. Her hair is long and tangled. It's color a light reddish, though filthy it's hard to tell its exact color at the moment. Her eyes are violet with a slight glow. All she wears for clothing is a long tattered green linen shirt that stops just above her knees and a torn black cloak.
History: Her history I'm going to do more or less as multiple RP posts. I have an easier time doing that than I do specifically explaining things... something about getting right to the point I have some problems putting eloquently, lol!
BIRTH
The piercing scream of a newborn radiated through the room cutting the tension that held stiffly in the air. Outside the room the scream was also heard. An older man came to his feet quickly and went to the door. His weathered hands coming and pressing themselves on the smooth ancient wood of the carved door. His long elfin ear also came to rest against the door as the rest of his body followed leaning against it as he strained to hear what was on the other side. He listened, almost timidly, trying to hear what was happening. A soft curse came from his dry lips... on a normal day his elfin senses could easily hear.. he could easily know. But today was no easy day for him. His footsteps found him pacing back and forth in front of the door as he waited.. waited for someone to tell him what was going on!
Inside the room was just happiness. The newborn had already ceased her cries and was wrapped tightly in a blanket. The tight wrapped bundle was handed off to the lady in the bed. Sweat beads held on her forehead as she smiled, taking her child. Her hands still slightly trembling from the birth she brushed the blanket away to see her child's face. She smiled.
"My husband. Bring him in. Bring him in to see our child." she spoke softly, never looking away from the child she held in her arms.
The door opened and the elfin man stopped his pacing, almost tripping over his own feet as he turned to face the door. Horror flashed over his face as he at first thought the worst. Though he was eased by the smile their attendant held on her young face. She simple stepped out of the way and bade a hand towards the inside of the room. The man rushed past her, his eyes wide. Seeing his companion on the bed. His violet eyes widened even more for a moment, before he spotted the bundle in her arms. He rushed to her side.
"Meet your daughter, my love." the woman spoke softly, glancing up at him to see the joyful look on his face.
The man took his own hand, and it was also trembling lightly. Brushing the blankets away just as his lover had not too long before. What he saw was pure joy to his heart. A babe, his babe. Finally after many years, too many years they had a child.
"She has your eyes." the elfin woman spoke, smiling to him.
"She has your hair." he replied, smiling as he gazed at the cooing child.
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It had been a few days since the birth of their child. And their house was in a rush. Cleaning, rearranging, it was a household of chaos. But there was good need for it. They had a guest arriving. A very honored guest.
The new proud mother and father were sitting in their meeting room, not concerned at this moment about the arriving guest. Their attention was on their child, and their happiness for this child.
"Well well it is about time." their guest spoke as he arrived.
"Anasterian.. You didn't have to come." the new father spoke, coming to his feet to greet the high elfin king.
"What! Of course I did. When a member of my Convocation has a first child, a long awaited child, it is only right I send my congratulations." Anasterian said with a soft smirk on his lips.
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The child grew, somewhat sheltered by her parents. She had been their one and only child, though they had tried for years before and a few years after. So the sheltering of course was understood somewhat. She excelled in the arts, in learning and especially in her favorite thing to do and that was singing. She grew up like any other noble of her age. Though she always felt a need to explore, a need to get out from her parents doting and heavy hand. In that she sometimes snuck away, sometimes alone, other times with friends or family members.
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COMING OF AGE
It was the year 25. There had been rumors about something happening in Lordaeron. But Raziya was not concerned about that at the moment. It was the day she reached adulthood. And she was ecstatic. They had already had the usual celebration. What she was more excited about was what her and a few friends and cousins were doing once night hit. They were all sneaking out and going into the forest. To do what, they weren't sure, but that is what they were doing.
Finally, she was sure her parents must be asleep. She slid from underneath the soft silk covers. Already clothed she found a pair a boots and slid them on as quiet as she could. It was one thing she did well, sneaking, her father was an accomplished rogue of his time. She took a jar of scented oil from her dresser, walking to her door she poured it onto the hinges of the door. A trick she had learned to make sure the door didn't squeak when she opened it. Putting the jar down she went to the door and opened it slowly. Slipping out, she shut it behind herself.
Her father stirred from his sleep. Sitting up in bed, taking care not to waken his companion. His long blonde hair ran down his shoulders and across his face. He looked at their closed door, knowing there was someone leaving on the other side. He smiled to himself, she was good, but not that good... yet. Laying back down he brought the covers up to his chin.
"Take care daughter. Be quick and careful in your movements. And may your journey bring you back before sunlight.... or your mother will kill me." he whispered to himself as he shut his eyes and dosed back off to sleep.
Her long strawberry blonde hair flew behind her as she dashed into the surrounding woods. To the meeting place they had already set up. Her lungs took in the crisp cool night air as she giggled to herself and she ran. She loved being out, out of buildings, out of her parents heavy hands, out of civilization. Her ears twitched as she picked up the sounds of night. Smiling she kept on, her breath starting to come quicker as she had been running for a little.
That is when she heard it. Or rather when she didn't hear it. Her ears suddenly heard nothing. She stopped. Her breath coming quickened. She listened again, and still couldn't hear anything. She turned in a circle, her eyes gazing around herself. It was then that she suddenly felt very alone. And a lump of fear built up in her throat.
Snap
A twig, behind her! She spun around and what she saw sent horror through her body. A person, a cloaked person. Who was it? What did they want? They were too tall to be one of her friends. She bit her lip, started to walk back away from the figure. That was when she heard the other noise, something coming through the air behind her. But she was not quick enough to stop it or get out of the way.. she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.. and her world went black.
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---------- Post added 2010-10-01 at 07:44 PM ----------
BLACKNESS
up and down.. up and down... the lurch. The constant lurching was unbearable. Heavy eyelids fluttered, fluttered against what might have been the threads of fate holding them closed. Violet eyes peered ever so groggily from underneath. Trying, yearning to find what was in front of them. Yet even with the lids open staggering pupils could not fixate on anything solid.
Black..light...black..light.. light.... candle? The flame of a candle. Wood.. the smell of salt...fish "Get back to sleep you filthy whore!" pain. pain. lids closing once more. no...no
Blackness
lids opened slowly with much effort once more. the stingingly coppery taste of something in her mouth. violet eyes still not able to focus on anything. but the lurching... the lurching had been replaced by the hum and slight bumps of movement. Her long ears twitched softly.. clip clop clip clop. She went to move from her position only to find harsh binds cutting into her wrists. She felt a warm wetness drip down from her wrists. Aches spread throughout her body. aches of injuries, aches of lack of movement, aches all over. Her dry lips parted as she tried to make a sound, only to find her vocals hoarse and unable to find auditable recourse. Her face crinkled with remorse as she tried swallowing dry spit. sighing softly she let her lids close once more..
Blackness
drip...drip...drip. cracked lips felt the soft dramatic ecstasy of liquid. Her eye lids stirred once more as she opened her mouth. Smooth cold water dripped quicker now down into her throat. The feeling of arid death to smooth cold life was unbearable to ignore. She tried to swallow finding it difficult, breath trying to come finding water in her throat. She coughed, gagging on life itself. She felt her body being turned by small hands. Still coughing the water poured from her mouth as she was able to breathe once more. She swallowed, letting out a soft moan, trying to turn her head for water again. Which so found coming to her lips almost immediately. It was enough for her to try and open her eyes once more. She did, and she heard a soft gasp from a woman as she did. The violet delicacy of her eyes struggled to focus once more, but they did. She saw above herself the dark brown eyes of a woman looking down at her with such pity. "You poor thing..." the woman's voice touched her elfin ears and they twitched softly. She felt the woman's hand over her forehead and run over her hair. It hurt, she felt her hair catching and pulling from something that had dried on her head. She closed her eyes again.
Blackness
"YOU KEEP THEM ALIVE! That's the whole bloody reason you KIDNAP someone!" harsh voices were arguing. "I expected more from you! Everything you've done in my service, Brendan, has been excellent! Yet you almost direly fumble this one up! WHAT were you THINKING!" "I am sorry, mi'lord." a softer voice followed. She then heard a ragged sigh and walking off. The softer spoke once more, "Blood filthy elfin whore!" she recognized the voice.. the same one who had called her that before..
Blackness
Her eyes could focus now. She felt the rough feeling of a woolen blanket laying over her. Above her she saw a roof. A wooden roof. Turning her head she winced slightly as she felt a stab at the back of it. Wincing also hurt, every muscle in her being hurt. She looked around and found herself in a small room. Nothing in it but a bedpan and a bed and a door. A skin of something was next to the bed also. She turned, every sinew in her refused but she made it happen. She grabbed the skin, opening it and drinking the water she found inside. Taking it from her lips after a moment she sighed softly. After closing she put it back down. She struggled but managed to sit up. Looking at herself her brows mashed in disgust. She had deep lacerations on her legs and arms where she had been bound. Her hand found its way to the back of her head. She felt mats on the back of her head entangled with her long hair. Taking her hand away she found the dark almost black crust of dried blood. She cursed under her breath softly.
Where was she? Who had taken her? There were so many questions, but no one to answer them. She placed her bare feet on the cold dirt floor. Crinkling her toes as she felt the dirt under them. She sighed and went to stand. She quickly found her body rejecting her demand. Her wounded ankle gave way to her slight weight which seemed to be more like a ton of bricks at the moment. She found her face meeting that cold dirt floor very quickly and she let out a soft yelp.
Her keen ears picked up sounds in the next room. the door flew open . In the same instant a scent hit her nose. Food. Her stomach lurched. "Ma'am!" came the gasp and pitter patter of a woman to her. The woman helped her back up onto the bed. Covered her with the blanket once more, "You need to stay in bed ma'am. Stay." she said to her once more.
Then a man came in the open door. a bowl in his hands. He came up and handed the other woman the bowl. The woman sat on the edge of the bed, taking up the spoon the woman brought to her own still dry lips. Luscious, delicate, delicious. It was only stew, but it tasted divine to her at this moment. The other woman continued to feed her. She looked up at the man. "Good. Eat, we need you alive my little bargaining chip." she recognized his voice, it was the man yelling before. She mainly ignored his words. She found her stomach becoming full a lot sooner than her body wanted. She brought her hand up to the woman. the woman smiled at her and nodded, she stood and left, as did the man, shutting the door behind them. She slid down into the bed, closing her eyes again.
Blackness
Days were monotonous. Same in and out. They now kept the door locked as she could get around. She had only been there a few days, but sitting staring at a wall it seemed like forever. She sighed as she traced over the wounds on her wrists. They were beginning to heal for sure. they didn't bleed from movement anymore, for that she was thankful. Even though they were her captors she felt bad when she bloodied the blankets.
She heard a sharp laugh from the man as it burst into the silence of her mind. The door suddenly bust open as two armored man clambered in. She drew back on the bed against the wall, her violet eyes widening. They grabbed her and drug her out. She let out a yelp and tried to stay on her feet. She was hurriedly drug out of the small cabin as her eyes found as she was brought through. She saw the woman in the cabin. Her hands were over her mouth. She caught tears streaming down her face. Her own eyes met with the woman's brown as she suddenly felt fear tinge through her body. She tried to fight the two armored men, but found it almost impossible.
They took her outside, into a forest. She couldn't place anything in it. Even the air felt different. She felt she was far from her home. Nature seemed to agree with her feeling. They took her for a while, half carrying half dragging her. until they were out of sight of the cabin.. out of sight and hearing distance. In the middle of nowhere.
Her eyes found the man in front of her. The man that had called her his bargaining chip. He had a wicked grin on his lips. They brought her up to him and forced her to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, her violet eyes keen with fear.
"It seems the scourge has taken anything that I might have had wanting." he said, the grin licking across from his lips to his face. "It has broken through the gates and taken down Quel'thalas. Your parents, everyone, are dead." he said her lips parted as she tried to process his words, "Brendan. Finish the job." he stepped aside and she saw the another man. A long sword in his hand, and the same wicked grin on his face. She went to get up, to run, but found the men that brought her here bruising her arms to keep her in place.
She could have screamed.... she could have struggled more. But she didn't. She looked at both men in front of her. Wishing at this moment she could wipe those incredulous grins off their faces. She smiled. The man with the sword stopped, pausing. He looked to the other man, who raised an eye brow and shrugged at him and nodded him forward.
The man with the long sword readied it and stepped forward to her. "Your time ends, you filthy whore" At that moment she swore vengeance on both of them, she closed her eyes and bowed her head.
The man lunged forward, metal splitting flesh with undue easy seeming effort. She felt the cold steel force its way into her chest. Like the force of a lust filled lover gaining entry into his utmost desire. She felt the sword pass through her heart, through her body and out at her back. She felt her life's blood fill her mouth. Her mouth stayed shut. She swallowed, she smiled.
Blackness...
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REBIRTH?
Death.. decay... internment.. what happens in death.. what happens during death.. what happens after death. The thousands if not millions of organisms whether they be from a deity or from nature.. whether it's magical or natural... who is it to say? Who's decision is it who dies, or who doesn't? Who's choice?
Shadows fell across the forest. Shadows.. blackness.. where birds had been sounding, crickets, nature now silent. Only death lay. Dead.. death.. decay.. What is it but natural? For it to be out here so obvious, or oblivious, or natural? Clicking from the back of teeth was the only thing that touched the sound of death.
In front of him lay the body of a woman. Naked, in her utmost natural state. As natural as it came into the world, it has now left. A strike so precise, so intricate, so delectability delicious. He knelt his robes of black swirling around him. Old, bonelike hands came out to touch the body. His middle finger touched the long arch of her ear. Her elfin ear. He traced it with such methodical temperance like he had seen it before. Like he knew what was already there.
Down the body the bones of his hands went, touching skin that had been so full of life not too long ago. Looking at the incestuous curves of her body. The soft suppleness of her breasts. Between them the wound... the oh so mortal wound. Mortality... mortal is life, mortal is death. In her death could there be life?
His arms came over, black robes covering the body, as he stood the body was gone.. and in a moment he was gone. The forest returned to its state. And owl called as he was joined in the melodious sound of the cricket symphony.
Only candles lit the darkness. Darkness that held beauty all in the horror of simplicity. On the table in front of the black robed man was the body. The dead body of the woman he had found. He couldn't help be stare at her. To take in the beauty of her death. The beauty of her long delicate fingers, the beauty of her piercing violet eyes, the beauty of the voluptuous curve of her hip as it fed into her long lithe legs. He could not help but let his bony hands trace over her once more. It was not the feelings of a man that ran through him. Worldly pleasures held nothing to him anymore. It was the vision of death. The vision of life. Seeing things that were there,, things that were not. Everything his black eyes saw interpreted before himself.
His face, as dark as it was, actually seemed to lighten. His face, his lips was that a smile? it was hard to tell on such a gaunt face. His hands ran their way up her breasts and to the wound between them. His hand covered it, the corner of his lip raised.
He hurried around the room, to things only his eyes could see. He lit more candles, everyone of them black around the room, around her body. He took one from a drawer in a desk. One simple candle, one white candle. Still unlit he put it above the body's head on the table. He went around to the foot of the table. Taking one last moment to touch the delicate toe before him.
Mouth, lips moved, his vocal cords vibrated but words were not auditable. Looking at his lips what he spoke could not be turned into any words known. his voice was then heard as the lit black candles around them flickered for a moment. A wind around the room, a gust where no openness could be found.
his voice became louder, though the words were harsh there were of a language unknown. They rolled off his tongue like water running down a smooth rock. Once again a gust passed through the room and the candles flickered. His robes swirled around a skeletal figure that they held underneath. His body rose. His feet not touching the ground anymore.
The wind was now blowing, steady around them, the candles of black still flicking strong. His words were loud, piercing the air like a cannon sounding continuously over your head. He rose his hands forward and down, towards the body below him. His black eyes fixed upon her.
The candles around them now seemed to struggle to stay lit. Flickering, trying, hanging on to their existence, her existence, her existence in death... The wind that swirled through the room was dark, black. Like the shadows themselves had rioted up and stirred at the man's words. They seemed angry, dark, vicious against him, one came to him and left a mark across the high portion of his cheek, leaving a gash.
The candles now went out, here and there. The blackness of the shadows gathering, swirling around the dead girl's body. They began shooting towards her. Shooting into her. Her body stirred, the small of her back coming up from off of the table. Her feet, her toes went strait, pointed down.
The candles kept failing, one by one by one. The black candles retreating from the shadows, from the light of themselves into total darkness. The room around the bodies was darkening. Darkening into blackness.
Slowly, as the shadows disappeared into the woman's body stitching began. Starting from the inside, her heart, her ever delicate heart. repairing, replacing. Mending, destroying. It started from the inside and worked its way out. Out until before the very last black candle failed one could see what looked like skin, over the hole in her chest... then
blackness
The man fell to the floor from his position. He struggled, struggled to grab the table with such hands, such hands that had no skin covering them anymore. In reality his hands were simply that, bones. They still gripped, gripped the edge of the table as he pulled himself up. Black eye adjusting, trying to see it. He searched, cursing himself in his mind had he failed? Had the trials and tribulations failed in their greatest work? In his greatest work? His mind trembled at the thought. But before he could finish his thoughts.
The single white candle above her head, lit itself.
---------- Post added 2010-10-01 at 07:47 PM ----------
LIFE?
It took time for her body to regain life. But then again one would expect that so. The shut down, destruction and total chaos death has on a body takes some time to undo. Not only that, but pieces of her now were not flesh and blood, though they took the appearance. On her chest she now bore a ghastly scar. On her back downwardly though near the same height it was mirrored where the blade had gone through. Though the man who gave her life once more was happy with the results. Not so happy with the 7 years it took for her to fully regain her consciousness. And not exactly happy with the fact she didn't seem to remember... anything. But they were consequences that came from his experiment. The experiment that he concluded was a success.
It took over 5 years before all of her bodily systems to come back, online, so to say. And once they had he put her into a locked room in his home. More of a tower so to say. A place where he studied his dark magics and was by himself. Her room was much like a dungeon room. It took another 2 years before she was actually conscious enough to be called a person again. He figured to some extent her brain had to relearn and reprocess everything. He did find however that things she had known before did seem to come back quicker than other things.
He stayed out of her new life. She could not see his face, nor would he talk to her anytime she saw his body, and that always wrapped in black robes. He gave her books, paper, feathers and ink. Gave her some bits of substance when he remembered the fact that she needed to eat to sustain herself. In all reality the 7 years he had her he started tiring of her. Though being his creation he had to at least make sure she had what she needed to survive before he let her out.
He did get one pleasure out of her though.. every once in a while she would sing. Her voice was so pure, so delicate and so lovely, even his cold black heart would flutter at its sound. Though in the same moment he would curse himself for letting himself fail on such a trivial humanoid pursuit.
He knew it was finally time to release her. To be rid of his burden. He was happy as such, though he couldn't deny a hit of a loss. He put a potion of his into her drink for her dinner and before too long she was unconscious. He gathered her up and took her from her room.
She gasped momentarily, her arms coming to hug her chest as she came to. She felt air... moving currents of air. It took a few moments for soft violet eyes to come into focus and realize she wasn't where she should do. Grass, green fresh, the smell.. amazing. Trees, air, outside.. the scent was bombarding her. Only then did she notice the sounds! An owl... crickets..... what was that a howl? Wolf? She scrambled to her feet. Finding that she couldn't stand she also leaned forward on an outstretched hand in a crouch. Wolf meant danger. Where was the man? Why was he not here? She scanned her surroundings suddenly realizing she was out.. on her own.. alone..
Last edited by Justified Lunacy; 2010-10-02 at 01:23 AM.
I have to admit I was a little rusty at points.. it's been a while. And fitting it around WoW also took a little longer in my brain. But now that I've got my brain wrapped around it it's flowing a bit better.
I can't wait to join you guys. It's been a while since I've forumed.. I usualy live chat.
An intresting story indeed, i enjoy'd the deeds of this man, could be cause i play with death on my char.. or cause i'm slightly evil myself..
Gonna be fun to see how you roleplay still.
And as Ellié said, welcome.
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