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[torbeen]

I'm still alive, I swear. I'll get back to Torben shenanigans when I can. But in the meantime:

This made me laugh lol

[torbeen]

[torbeen]

The Brotherhood reaction to Tiffin having a rock bounced off her head after Varian bounced one to many checks:

((I'm sorry one day I'll post actual content again, but I'm alive, this is the best I got for the day))

[torbeen]

👑-Daddy kink, yes or no?

"My Daddy wasn't kinked like a hose. Nah. He was bludgeoned over the head by some anonymous soldier with their baton. Thanks for your interest, though!"

[torbeen]

♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

((Very late to the party on this one but here we go lol))

"Curious, aren't we?" Torben began, toying with the idea of possibly leaving the question to remain one of the great mysteries of Azeroth among the likes of what was on the other side of the world, why the Alliance throne didn't come with a seatbelt to keep the ruling monarch from wandering off so often and if the only reason Booty Bay was dubbed as such because there is a port somewhere named 'Ass Cove'.

Ahhhhhhh but we all know Torben simply could not resist the bait being dangled. "Praise. You need to tell your lover that they are the stars and moon themselves after they give you the gift of their touch, their body, and their heart afterwards. You need to tell them just how desirable they. How treasured. How precious."

The smirk on Torben's lips only grew as the next words prepared to slip free. "Don't just say the things. Show it. Hold them, kiss them. Chart their curves with your fingertips, and have your lips follow in their wake to seal the heat of your touch all over them. Let them know they are adored even more for the moment you shared. Don't just roll over and do...whatever people do when they roll over. Read the Booty Bay Times? If your lover does that it's time for a new lover."

[torbeen]

❛ has no one ever given you a compliment before? ❜ (From Kiryne!)

"Of course they have!" Torben exclaimed with the pride of a Kobold getting their first candle. "I've been told I'm completely ridiculous any number of times! What better compliment could there possibly be?"

@mead-and-a-bullet

[torbeen]

「 general information 」

FULL NAME: Verena Iren Sun’rael

NICKNAME(S): V, Doc

TITLE(S): Agent, Doctor, The Jade Dagger, The Good Doctor

AGE: 177

DATE OF BIRTH: April 16th

RACE: Elf (Thalassian)

GENDER: Female, cisgender.

PRONOUNS: She/Her

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single, never married.

PROFESSION(S): Surgeon, doctor, mistweaver, Blacktalon agent, member of the Order of the Broken Temple.

LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Common, Pandaren, Sign, Draconic.

「 physicality & appearance 」

HAIR: Blonde with muted pink streaks; lightly wavy, shoulder length.

EYES: Misty teal

HEIGHT: 5’7”

BUILD: Mesomorphic; muscular and athletic.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

A jagged scar that cuts over and around the outer edge of her right eye; the eye itself is unharmed.

A small cut to the left of cupid’s bow on her upper lip.

A tattoo of a cherry blossom branch wound around both biceps up to her shoulders.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

Simple silver earrings, often asymmetrical

One large earring made to look like a cherry blossom branch with intact blooms; it stretches up the length of her right ear

A nose piercing, right side, silver.

「 personality & traits 」

A searing pride scorches the very ground she walks, confidence radiating from her like the heat that comes immediately after. She's fiery, vibrant and powerful. Though not quite a social butterfly, Verena is certainly rather outgoing and won't shy away from striking up or engaging in a conversation. Self-assured in her abilities, it can sometimes be hard for her to back down from a challenge - and the stubborn streak certainly doesn't help matters. Though often rather down to earth and with a colorful sense of humor, one would think that a switch was flipped with how quickly she can become serious should a given situation call for it.

There's a certain charm that she's adopted; she wields it like a weapon, one nearly as deadly as her fists. Her hospitality and kindness will last as long as one behaves the same in turn. The moment that changes, it's pure venom from then on.

Want to know more? Interact or RP!

「 personal information 」

HOBBIES: Poetry, painting, meditation, hiking, reading, painting, 

SKILL(S): Practical and magical medicine, skilled martial artist, 

RESIDENCE: 

BIRTHPLACE: Quel’Thalas

AFFILIATIONS: The Blacktalons, The Blackheart Accord, [REDACTED] (former), [REDACTED] (former)

「 relations 」

SPOUSE: 

None.

CHILDREN: 

None.

PARENTS: 

Jenir Sun’rael, father. Unknown.

Sena Sun’rael, mother. Unknown.

SIBLINGS:

Eriesh Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

Lyrina Sun’rael, sister. Deceased.

Amora Sun’rael, sister. Alive.

Saeus Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

Kaethis Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

OTHER RELATIVES:

None

PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS:

None

「 habits & vices」

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

「 hooks」

Surgical Precision: A skilled Doctor and surgeon with a degree, Verena has treated many patients over the years in hospitals and even out on the field of battle. Anyone currently or previously involved with the military, civilians, monks, or Black Talons could have been treated by her at one point or another.

Black Talons: A current Blacktalon assassin and agent, V has traveled all over Azeroth and beyond to gather, seek and locate various bits of information ranging from a simple overheard conversation to a relic or two. Those of a similar occupation, drakes or Dracthyr of the Black Dragonflight could easily recognize her for this.

Isn't it odd, though, that she's just a Blacktalon agent? One does not simply become an agent; Wrathion hires talent. Maybe there's more to this.

Red Crane, Jade Serpent: At every given opportunity, Verena will speak of her time in Pandaria - working, training, fighting, the whole package. Monks, or those who lived, worked, trained or fought on the Isle could certainly recognize her from there; she spent a number of years training under a pair of Pandaren monk masters.

Woven in the Mists: Perhaps it's just a rumor, or maybe there's more to it. Though a skilled combatant and combat medic in her own right, whispers constantly swirl around a more unique style that she employs; one that can be used to harm instead of heal. Maybe due to the ramifications of using this method of mistweaving, or something else entirely, there will occasionally be lightning-like teal patterns up and down her arms. This results from an excess of chi use.

Sting like a Killer Bee: Despite her calm disposition and training as a mistweaver, Verena is known for a rather aggressive and punishing fighting style. It would be best described as orthodox Muay Thai combined with Wing Chun and Taekwondo.

Neutral Party: Verena does not identify with the Alliance or the Horde, and simply chooses to remain neutral. Though once a firm and unwavering member of the Alliance, her time and training as a monk seems to have changed her perspective on the faction war.

「 other/ooc 」

FACE REFERENCE(S): Elizabeth Lail

VOICE REFERENCE(S): Morena Baccarin as Black Canary (JLU)

ALIGNMENT: Neutral

SERVER(S): Moon Guard (A), Wyrmrest Accord (H)

OTHER:

This character is completely neutral, and thus has a Horde and an Alliance counterpart.

I will not interact/roleplay with minors or anyone under the age of 18.

I will not write with godmodders (ex. never misses a hit and never gets hit, their character is so overpowered that they’re basically a god and can’t ever lose, etc).

#boost!

[torbeen]

"Not the first time?" Torben repeated, the disbelief coating each word like frost to branches in the heart of winter. Those brown eyes of his narrowed, not in suspicion, nor malicious scrutiny, but out of sheer curiosity.

Could that explain the unnatural lack of warmth that her complexion drank in, even beneath the sun on that meadow of grass the first time they met? Far be it from him to judge anyone on their sunbathing habits, or potential lack thereof. He'd spent far too long in the deep dark beneath the earth in what seemed like a lifetime ago, for all that was touched by the sun may as well have been the domain of lions and he was but a wolf.

Only now did Torben's attention fall to the bloodied cutlass in his hand, red coating the silvered steel from where the blade had shorn through the limb of one of their assailants. One of them. For there were many that lay on the ground, their lifeblood staining the forest floor beneath in the aftermath of what was a failed...robbery?

These brigands were of no gang that Torben knew of, that was for certain. No badges. No insignias. No sigils. No identifying colors, beyond the red that covered them, united now in death.

Torben held no illusions without his companion here this fray would have gone the other way in a hurry. By the Light, how it felt to watch her swing that ebony blade of hers. It was something Torben couldn't dream of wielding. Not like that. The strength of the thunderstorm mixed with the grace of the wind, effortless one moment before it could topple the mightiest of trees.

What dread magnificence it was to watch the warrior at work as she was. Alas, he had failed to guard her back properly. He'd overextended, and a lance had pierced her through the middle. It was in such a moment Torben was reminded how the deepest of sorrow could be transmuted into rage in the span of a heartbeat. The lancer had lost their arm, and shortly after, were sentenced to the mud by the following slash.

"Are you certain you are alright?" Torben inquired, wiping the red from his cutlass on the overcoat of one of the fallen with hands that yearned to shake as the heat of the moment dissipated, and all that dread in him unwound.

"but I saw you die, this is impossible!" (Or any from the prompt you feels fits tbh, I'll roll with it!)

"Impossible isn't a word that applies to me." Says she with a grin, amused at his wide eyed reaction. "This isn't first time I've died, sure as hell ain't going to be the last."

[torbeen]

How Torben absolutely would be looking at me when he sees the drought of content I've made for him in the last couple of days weeks months.

[torbeen]

Okay ACTUALLY serious, is anyone out there active on Moon Guard and knows of any guilds?

My Moon Guard (A) Friends!

I call upon you in Torben's most dire hour of need. Has Torben been arrested for vandalizing Varian's statue (again)? No.

Has he gotten in too deep with the loan sharks? 💰🦈Pffffffft. As if they could out swim him and his mastery of the breast stroke.

Has he lost his wallet? Not today, at least.

No, Torben needs something far more critical. he needs...a Guild on Moon guard. With the coming new Year I'm hoping to use him a TON in game for RP, but I feel he vibes better with a guild as city RP with him is...ehhh...dicey 🎲

So please, if you have suggestions hit me up!

And a Happy new Year to you all 🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆

[torbeen]

Now that Torben has his watch maybe it is TIME I get to actually writing the things lol I will. I promise. You are all so patient.

[torbeen]

One laaaaaaast boost!

My Moon Guard (A) Friends!

I call upon you in Torben's most dire hour of need. Has Torben been arrested for vandalizing Varian's statue (again)? No.

Has he gotten in too deep with the loan sharks? 💰🦈Pffffffft. As if they could out swim him and his mastery of the breast stroke.

Has he lost his wallet? Not today, at least.

No, Torben needs something far more critical. he needs...a Guild on Moon guard. With the coming new Year I'm hoping to use him a TON in game for RP, but I feel he vibes better with a guild as city RP with him is...ehhh...dicey 🎲

So please, if you have suggestions hit me up!

And a Happy new Year to you all 🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆

[torbeen]

My Moon Guard (A) Friends!

I call upon you in Torben's most dire hour of need. Has Torben been arrested for vandalizing Varian's statue (again)? No.

Has he gotten in too deep with the loan sharks? 💰🦈Pffffffft. As if they could out swim him and his mastery of the breast stroke.

Has he lost his wallet? Not today, at least.

No, Torben needs something far more critical. he needs...a Guild on Moon guard. With the coming new Year I'm hoping to use him a TON in game for RP, but I feel he vibes better with a guild as city RP with him is...ehhh...dicey 🎲

So please, if you have suggestions hit me up!

And a Happy new Year to you all 🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆

[torbeen]

My Moon Guard (A) Friends!

I call upon you in Torben's most dire hour of need. Has Torben been arrested for vandalizing Varian's statue (again)? No.

Has he gotten in too deep with the loan sharks? 💰🦈Pffffffft. As if they could out swim him and his mastery of the breast stroke.

Has he lost his wallet? Not today, at least.

No, Torben needs something far more critical. he needs...a Guild on Moon guard. With the coming new Year I'm hoping to use him a TON in game for RP, but I feel he vibes better with a guild as city RP with him is...ehhh...dicey 🎲

So please, if you have suggestions hit me up!

And a Happy new Year to you all 🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆

[torbeen]

[ PUSH ]: having just rescued the receiver from a blizzard, the sender insists on pushing the receiver closer to a fire to warm them up first.@halforc-mercenary

Blizzards weren't common in Elwynn Forest . But when they struck, they were fearsome.

Blinding conditions from the way the wind whipped the snow through the air like a sea of ice. Drifts deep enough to bury a Draenei to the hip, a human to the belly, and a Dwarf to their eyebrows.

But the most dangerous thing of all was the cold. The chill was not as fearsome as it was in other places on Azeroth, which perhaps made it eh most vicious of all. The cold seemed harmless at first, when all it could do is flush the cheeks. Then a nuisance when it numbed the toes and fingers, making them as inflexible as gnarled old wood. Then came the shivering that permeated the entire body.

That was the state that Torben found the stranger in, happened upon by chance where the road ought to have been, now buried beneath the snow and ice that showed no signs of relenting. The swiftly filling tracks of a beast of burden and their owner was what Torben followed, wearing all white from the wool of his pants to the white wolf cloak about his shoulders. More akin to a mirage in a cloud of steam than a man in such conditions.

But that was the intent, was it not? To be unseen, even now, upon the road? For rain, sleet, or snow, the coffers of the Brotherhood must be filled by those unlucky enough to find themselves happened upon on the road.

Was it pity that stayed Torben's hand, choosing to come upon the shivering stranger with the promise of aid as opposed to giving them nothing but a helping hand in carrying their valuables?

As if Torben could discern such things. All he knew was that when the stranger was came upon, shaking and huddled tight against the weather, he offered to lead them to sanctuary for the night.

Sanctuary came in the form of an old, single room structure on the banks of the river that cleaved Elwynn from Wstfall, still running in protest of the chill of the season. Inside was, blissfully, a fire. A fire that Torben ushered the stranger towards with a hand on their back, towards the wooden seat that could rightfully have been his own. "What good fortune I came upon you out there! If not, you'd be a..."

Only then did Torben discern their features in the orange light of the flames. Green skin, tusks, a study jaw that fists could be broken upon. They were an Orc. Of some variety, for their was delicacy that rivaled that more of a human in places.

"Icicle." Carrying on without missing more than a single beat, Torben crouched by the fire and extended his own hands towards it, the fur mittens that once covered his hands shed as his fingers drank in the warmth."What were you doing out there, anyway?"

[torbeen]

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

❛  are you always so competitive?  ❜ ❛  are you okay? are you hurt?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you can do this on your own?  ❜ ❛  are you thinking what i'm thinking?  ❜ ❛  can you go take care of this, please?  ❜ ❛  can you show me how to fight?  ❜ ❛  can you tell me more about your adventures?  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?  ❜ ❛  does it really have to be like this?  ❜ ❛  don't you think you've already done enough damage for one day?  ❜ ❛  has no one ever given you a compliment before?  ❜ ❛  have i ever told you how beautiful you look in the glow of the moonlight?  ❜ ❛  have you noticed anything different about me lately?  ❜ ❛  haven't you ever wondered why i never talk about my childhood?  ❜ ❛  how can you just go to sleep like nothing happened?  ❜ ❛  how many more people have to suffer before you realize your madness?  ❜ ❛  is there anything else i can do for you?  ❜ ❛  is this really how you want this to end?  ❜ ❛  isn't it ironic?  ❜ ❛  what are your plans for today?  ❜ ❛  what else do you want me to say?  ❜ ❛  what else have you hidden from me?  ❜ ❛  what happened here? where is all that smoke coming from?  ❜ ❛  what has happened in your life that made you like this?  ❜ ❛  when were you going to tell me?  ❜ ❛  where are we supposed to go from here?  ❜ ❛  who will be able to stop them now?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just act like a normal person?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just leave me alone?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just stay focused?  ❜ ❛  why does everything always have to be so complicated?  ❜ ❛  why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies?  ❜ ❛  why won't you just tell me what i did wrong?  ❜ ❛  will it ever stop hurting so much?  ❜ ❛  will you go out on a date with me?  ❜ ❛  will you just shut up and kiss me already?  ❜ ❛  will you please text me when you get home safely?  ❜ ❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜

[torbeen]

BLIZZARD PROMPTS.

it's november which means it's winter, so here u go! i wanted these to be kinda dramatic and intense, but i'll be making some cozier fluffier ones as time passes! DO NOT ADD OR EDIT THIS LIST! but always feel free to add [ REVERSE ] to one of the actions to reverse the roles!

[ RACE ]: sender sprints out into a blizzard to rescue a freezing and disorientated receiver.

[ BUNDLE ]: sender removes their coat to wrap it around a visibly shivering receiver.

[ WARM ]: sender vigorously rubs the receiver's arms in a bid to warm them up after being exposed to a winter storm outside.

[ SHELTER ]: sender hastily guides the receiver to a nearby shelter for them to wait out the storm together safely.

[ PREPARE ]: sender ties a length of rope around their waist and the receiver's waist in order to safely stay together as they prepare to go out into the storm.

[ BREATHE ]: sender takes the receiver's cold hands and begins to gently blow warm air over them in an effort to keep the receiver warm.

[ HOLD ]: sender takes the receiver's hands and holds them together in order to keep them warm during a cold spell.

[ EMBRACE ]: sender wraps their arms around the receiver and holds them close in an effort to conserve body heat during a snow storm.

[ AID ]: sender begins to either guide, drag, or physically carry a weakened receiver through a blizzard to safety.

[ CALL ]: having been separated from the receiver during a blizzard, the sender begins to call out their name in order to guide them back to each other and reunite safely.

[ PUSH ]: having just rescued the receiver from a blizzard, the sender insists on pushing the receiver closer to a fire to warm them up first.

[ POUR ]: sender pours the receiver a hot drink after finding shelter from a freezing snow-storm.

[ EXTRA ]: sender wraps an extra blanket around the shivering receiver after having been exposed to a blizzard outside.

[ SPARK ]: the sender builds a make-shift fire in a hurry in order to warm up a freezing receiver during a snow storm.

[ SHARE ]: the sender opens out their blanket to share it with the receiver during a snow storm, pulling them closer against them to share their body heat.

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

" come on! we need to get you out of this cold! "

" follow my voice! keep calling my name, i can't see you in the storm! "

" oh, god, you're freezing... come on, put your arms around my neck. that's it, good job... let's get you inside. "

" i g-got lost... separated from my group... p-please, it's so cold, i'm so c-cold... "

" here, take my coat... you'll freeze to death in no time if you don't. "

" drink some tea, okay? warm yourself up from the inside. it's not my worst effort, but granted, it's not my best either. "

" hey, hey, stay with me! i know you're thinking you're tired, but you're not; you're freezing, and sleeping will not help keep you warm, okay? keep moving. come on, we're almost there... "

" you know how to light a fire without matches? all we have is a broken lighter and some sticks and stones. "

" don't be stubborn, okay? we need to share the bed, conserve our body heat. come on. if i wanted to seduce you, i've got better moves than hypothermia. "

" you didn't bring a jacket or anything?! i told you to wrap up warm, you dumbass! "

" don't be getting all mad at me, okay? i saw you in the middle of a blizzard, i ran out to rescue your idiotic butt. no time to figure out zips and buckles when i've got to be the local hero, right? "

" what the hell are you doing out here?! are you crazy?! it's negative fifty billion degrees and getting colder by the minute! come on, come with me! "

" i can't see a damn thing in this storm; keep holding on to me, okay? last thing we want is to get separated! "