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(before the void)
"W.I.P"
Everything's a w.i.p from the 2nd to the 7th tab.
She's been mute since she was very young so she's almost never properly talked. Thanks to void magic she's able to talk into other people's head and while her voice there is sweet and soft, a perpetual echo as if multiple people were talking makes it quite unpleasant.
His handwritting is straight, almost looking like a classic computer's font. It's neat and easy to read albeit a bit empty of personality. He always writes in perfect lines but when he is in a hurry his writting obviously becomes imperfect, unsteady.
Appearance stuff about your character.
Arrow's clothes are black. Ranging from t-shirts to turtlenecks, he occasionally wears hoodies when at home and likes leather jackets. He used to only ever wear things that covered the totality of his body but now he doesn't mind showing his neck or his arms– he's not at the point where he goes out in shorts, that being said.
Arrow has, of course, a lot of jewelry. He doesn't change them a lot out of laziness rather than emotional attachment and they're quite simple; they don't have any unique detail that would make them stand out.
Arrow has a lot of piercings, and even more of tattoos. The latter covers not only his arms but half of his legs and in general, half of his body. Then there's the few dozens of piercings and eventually, his mark– but we don't talk about his mark, that wraps around his hips and thigh so easily. No one ever saw it so maybe it's not where it is– who knows?
- He has very thin features.
- His pupils can't be discerned from his irises.
- His tattoos and piercings are not optional but it can be simplified if needs be.
He wishes to become an architect– he doesn't particularly yearns to be known but his goal would be to be respected enough to be able to take most if not all decisions in his plans. He'd never want to do something that he'd not be proud of.
He doesn't really hope for anything to happen in life– or at least he tries to not. He's someone that thinks that hopes can only bring disappointment and are more destructive than they are inspiring.
While as he is quiet most things about him are secrets of sorts, the biggest one without doubt that he always managed to hid is his mark; no one ever saw it nor knows what it looks like. Some know where it is but that's about it and no one knows that he already found his soulmate, too.
He tries really hard not to dream of anything but he can't help imagining a world where he'd have the courage to accept the link and go to Zéphyr.
Personality stuff about your character.
- Animals, especially felines and reptiles.
- The night and the sea, if he could he'd live near the ocean.
- Black coffee and dark chocolate, even if he doesn't eat a lot of the latter.
- Showing too much of his skin or having others touch him.
- Meeting new people, it is quite the inconvenience for him.
- His uncertainty, the decisions he's too much of a coward to take.
- Hospitals, of his own volition he'd never never go there.
- Loud people and places, it quickly gives him a headache.
- Public attention, he dislikes having to be on the center of the conversation.
Arrow is quiet and normally staying far from the conversations. Lots of noise is tiring for him so he rarely stays in a room with it unless he is obligated to. In conversations his words are rare and he whispers them more than anything. He hates physical contact so he doesn't let people touch him or even stand too close. He's cold and defensive when there's a conflict and while he won't punch first he does insult easily if he feels threaten. He is very anxious all the time but it's not obvious since he hides it terribly well. In general he learned to hide his feelings very soon and he is good at it, few people can tell the difference between him annoyed or glad. He keeps his guard up with almost everyone and is far from being open to conversations with others.
Arrow doesn't care what others do as long as they don't hurt others. He's very judgmental and very passive-aggressive towards those that do and absolutely won't ever want them near him or his loved ones. He doesn't forgive easily so he'll hold a grudge for a long time –or forever. He thinks that no one is really better than anyone else, there's just people he doesn't respect, a few that he does and the majority that he doesn't care about.
- He reads books every night for hours before going to sleep.
- He isn't one to stay on his phone often, he just listens to music sometimes.
- He has a notebook where he details concepts of structure that he had the idea of or better alternatives for existing buildings he saw.
- When he is stressed he tends to touch where his mark is on his lower stomach.
- When he speaks on the phone he walks rapidly in circle during the whole call.
- When he is distracted or bored in lessons he often doodles random things. Sometimes it's birds or buildings– and sometimes it's Zéphyr.
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- Speed
- Diplomacy
- Resistance
- Communication
- He's learned calligraphy when he was young.
- He draws a lot and has become quite good at it.
- He knows six languages (english, french, portuguese, russian, japanese and arabic) and has a surprisingly good accent in each.
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- He has a real sense of both aesthetic and practicity and it especially shows in his buildings' concepts.
- He is a very quick learner and is hardworking enough to master almost any subject quicker than most.
the last day,
“Please, please help me!” She was screaming. She's never screamed like that before. Never cried as much. She couldn't even breathe properly anymore so she was putting all her strength in a call for help that would never be answered. Her lips were apart and even with the horrible ringing being the only thing she could hear at the moment, she knew that her cries were nothing more than weak gasps. She was dying and there wasn't a single person that was going to try and help her. She knew that one day she'd be betrayed, knew that when she'd die she'd be all alone– and she knew that if there was something after death, some kind of judgment, she'd end up in the worst of places. She's been hated, feared and more importantly known since the instant her mother came to fetch her when she was five. She looked up to her for her entire life, living in an empty place where nothing was truly her own. She's lived so long in the shadows of Quel'thalas that only in this moment did she realize that she's never been in these bright streets. Suddenly, as the moon watches over her, she realizes that she can't really remember if she ever really went out in the middle of the day, if she ever discussed with anyone. Intimidation can only take you so far and weakness isn't something this family accepts so when the first whispers got lost in the wind she was already dead. Any path would have made her end up here, so close yet so far to feeling the sun on her skin for what would feel like the first time. Suddenly she discerns the smell of blood and immediatly she drowns in it– a part of her wonders briefly how she didn't smell it earlier. She tries to move fingers, muscles that are no longer connected to her and the pain this simple act explodes in her chest, stopping her heart from beating. Once, twice– it starts again a bit too quickly. She hears sounds, whispers, and she knows they decided to kill her quickly, in the end. She could thank them, it will be less painful. Or maybe they're not finished and it will be even worse. She can't move no matter how much she tries and the spells she desperatly repeat in her mind don't work. The light has abandoned her. For good. She wants to laugh but her shoulders only shake a little, which makes her convulse just enough to scare her but not enough to make her faint. The whispers are back, closer. She wishes she could see but she is destined to die without knowing when exactly. Without seeing the knife before feeling it. Everything hurts more, if it's even possible. Words she can't comprehend seem to be said just a few meters away. Then it's like they are just next to her. She doesn't feel them but in her position she doesn't feel much anymore. Her breathing changes and she tries to guess who is there. There are so many different voices. A language she's never heard. It can't be the elves that left her for dead. It's different. Unknown. And what were impossible sounds become to make sense, slowly. One word at a time, the sentences that were repeated again and again are understandable. Death. Betrayal. Mine? Something about power. Even in her state, her mind agrees in an instant. The moment she accepts the voices are louder and louder until she can't handle it anymore and she screams –screams?–, it only lasts a second and it sounds like an illusion. As if someone was screaming in her place. Then, she sees the first rays of the sun. And then, the wind goes through her fingertips and everything is the same, yet different. She realizes the whispers had disappeared only when she hears them again but this time, instead of changing between hundreds of different voices, they all have a voice she instinctively knows to be hers. But it's different than her usual internal voice. This one is like the scream, as if she was hearing it from someone else's perspective. There's an odd echo as if multiple were speaking at the same time and speaks of the unknown language. But the weirdest of it all is that she understands it perfectly. And it's telling her to kill.
- Arrow and Sylvia's parents are soulmates and their mark is a tangle of brambles; their father had it on his left cheek while their mother had it on the back of her right hand, slightly towards the front left of it.
- The glow of their parent's mark was green olive– Arrow and Zéphyr's is more of a rainbow.
- Sylvia's mark is some curves that forms a sort of cut circle. She has it in the middle just under her chest. She's still searching for her soulmate.
- Arrow was very late to say his first words, to the point where at the hospital everyone thought he was mute. When he finally spoke it was a “hi” that was barely understandable.
- The reason why Arrow got so many tattoos isn't because he loves them; it was because he wanted desperatly to hide his mark by making others think that his mark was one or part of one of his tattoos so that they'd stop asking him –and trying to find it. As he was hiding his skin for the entire high school he's counting on the fact that no one really knows which tattoo was already there at that time and which wasn't. Except his twin sister, of course, but she learned to not try to know what was his mark.
- Architecture, studies it all the time.
- Reading, basically anything he finds.
- Drawing, even if most of it are building sketches or distracted doodles.
- Living without hurting others.
- Staying as far from others as possible.
- Never being the reason Zéphyr die or suffers.
- His favorite thing of all is his mark.
- His favorite tattoo is the one on his left hand– it's also his first tattoo.
- His favorite color is normally black but he's become quite fond of yellow recently.
- His piercings, all simple silver jewelry.
- A classical black and white oversized suit, messy and damaged.
- His structures notebook, a pure black one with his name written in small in a corner with a silver ink.
He'd ignore them and avoid any contact if possible. He considers any person he doesn't know as bad on principle or at the very least negative for him.
He only has a few friends and all of them were friends of Zéphyr first. It takes a lot of him to use that term but once he does he'll treat them quite closely and might even accept some light physical contacts.
He is a mess when it comes to his way of dealing with attraction and, while completely lovesick, he'd navigate between trying to run away and kiss them.
He hates his parents, even if hate is actually a stronger word than what he actually feels. It might be closer to a complete indifference. He wouldn't regret them if they died and thinks they shouldn't have had children.
He has cousins that he never met– he doesn't plan on changing that. If they found him he'd ignore them completely.
He's not one to actually have a rival as he doesn't care enough about what others do and he certainly never compare it to what he himself does so he wouldn't see anyone as his rival.
While he knows where to place who in which category and already figured out in his terms if someone is bad or not he still greatly dislikes any contact with them and will avoid it as much as he can.
The only ones he'd give this title to are Sylvia and Zéphyr. There's simply no one he'd be more relaxed with than them. Accepting any form of physical contact and not minding even being in the worst places as long as they're here.
A lot calmer, he'd try to stay close to his partner almost all the time, even if it's just a light touch.
He only has one sibling who is his twin sister– he's always been close to Sylvia which is quite surprising given they didn't exactly grow together. He knows her best so he closely takes care of her.
Same as for the cousins, he doesn't even know most of their names and has no interested in meeting them. They've not tried to see them in more than twenty years, anyways, so there's no reason that it'll change.
He doesn't have any enemy either but if someone tried to hurt his loved ones he'd do everything to get them to stop.
He's more than I could ever describe. So perfect it hurts, radiant sun in a blackened world. His existence alone is what's keeping me above the water, every single detail I notice, every single anecdote I hear there's not a thing in him that would make me love him less. I try to be ready to die and I am but then he smiles at me once and I cling to life like there's nothing I've more wanted. I can't do anything about it– it's bittersweet.
She's always been my only family, the person I love the most in the world –it's what I'd like to say and think. No matter what, she's the only constant in my life. Her and my damn illness. Even if I'll run away soon she's always going to be the one person I regret meeting daily. Maybe she already knows I'll go and just doesn't comment on it; she always understands so much without me needing to say anything.
- Mel's an angel, alright.
- Do I remember how or why I made her? Absolutely not, somehow.
- Probably just because of these two cool white and golden sets and I needed a character to fit them.
- Or because I wanted an actual void elf with void elf options and not high elves or kyrians.
- Or because a void elf baker sounds so cool.
- Probably for all these reasons honestly but it doesn't matter for what, I just love her so much.
- Just look at her!! Perfect.
- She's sweet and fits the “looks inoffensive but can kill you” trope which i love.
- Also she has cool af friends.
- And she makes the best baguettes of Azeroth and beyond, even if they're a bit purple and even if they have some eyes on it.
- I don't have much to say about her, she's just familiar in a comfortable way, she's nice to think about and nice to write.
- Amusing to explore, too.
- Conclusion is,
- she's baby.
- Basically, this.
- And the void elves being cool.
