Illiarisse
chasseuri
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- 5 years, 3 months ago
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- chasseuri
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Her tone is rarely anything if not calm and blank, emotions rarely seeping through her words. Her voice is light, on the high side rather than low, and she articulates without talking too slowly. In the rare moments she is emotive, she sounds a lot younger than she is.
Her handwritting is neat and has a clear calligraphy influence that she has never gotten rid of. She as well has a tendency to round the runes of languages other than her native one because of how is the darnassian alphabet. She also tends to write smaller than normal for these.
Appearance stuff about your character.
Illiarisse-
Illiarisse-
Illiarisse-
- Her markings are a must.
- The glowing eyes, eyebrows and ears as well – please keep them accurate.
- And, well, I have nothing else, which is definitely a first because I'm annoying about details normally.
She's never had many goals– not big ones, at least. She considers wanting to try a new activity or learn a new language as goals and when she reaches them she simply finds new ones.
It had always been what she hoped for but it's even more the case after the recent events, she just hopes for peace and prosperity for her people.
Nothing in her life is really a secret as Ag'kamuah knows all of it but she heavily avoids talking about her family and she's only ever shown her back to him.
She's always loved children and wanted to have some of her own. She knows if it ever happens it won't be any time soon and she's glad but she still dreams of it.
Personality stuff about your character.
- Fruits, that's almost all she eats.
- Children, for who she tries to give the best of herself.
- Counting stories, something she's surprisingly very good at.
- Cooking, even if she's terrible at it.
- Rainy days, that she finds really relaxing and nice to see.
- Jewelry, since she grew only dreaming of one day owning one.
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- Her back scar, that she always covers.
- Heavy clothes, she prefers to be free of moving as she pleases.
- Meat, she'd absolutely never eat it.
- Crowded places, that she finds very uncomfortable.
- Loud noises and sudden movements, it really puts her on edge.
Iwi'va is awkward; she stutters heavily and can even be seen trembling at times. She often has her arms close to her body, hesitating to join others. She struggles to keep eye contact the majority of the time but when she's geniunely interested in the person or topic she'll not break eye contact at all which can be a bit disturbing. She's not very talkative but smiles a lot.
Iwi'va is very forgiving of others and loved –almost– everyone that she met until now. She thinks there's not a living being who doesn't deserve happiness and try to give a bit of joy to anyone she crosses path with.
- She laughs a lot when nervous.
- She often holds friends' arms when walking with them.
- When it's an option she prefers to have a wall behind her to prevent someone surprising her.
- She always has a straight face when she listens attentively.
- She unconsciously plays with her hands and touches her jewelry a lot.
- She tends to bump in people she walks with because she's turned towards them.
- Agility
- Patience
- Healing magic
- Endurance
- Healing herself
- Physical strength
- She is really good at telling stories.
- She knows a lot of languages, mostly written.
- A good singer and dancer tho very robotic-like when nervous.
- She is usually really loved by animals.
- Her healing ability is outside the charts.
- She is an incredible academical learner and there's few things she'd struggle to learn if she had someone teaching her.
the day of the end of the world,
Was there ever a time where she was as tired as she was now? Was there ever a time where she felt as hopeless? She let herself fall slowly to her knees— even this was difficult to do. Even letting go, understanding that she couldn't fight anymore, was difficult. Impossible. A part of her mind was racing, screaming that she had to get up and take revenge for all that she lost. She was angry, she was seething, it was barely bearable. Her fingers were white from trying to crush her spear. And then she felt a whisper from within her own body, vibrating in her heart, shaking her bones. Freezing her blood. Did she have anything left to fight, anything left to protect? Her fingers weren't white from holding on too hard, they were a tint that she hated. Actually, that tint was everywhere. Her armor was barely recognizable, broken and covered in what she knew —of course she knew it— was blood. Blood of her people, blood of her family and friends. She looked around and for the first time in hours she saw something. Not just a blind rage, a desperate search for monsters— she saw her city as it now was. Buildings were destroyed, towers fell, bodies were all over the streets. The horror of this vision without even seeing one single demon was beyond what she could survive. The Burning Legion wasn't here anymore because they won. They knew they did, no one even had a chance against them. How could they even lose? A night elf could kill a thousand and there would be ten thousands following. When they would have thought their Queen would be by their side, Azshara had been the reason the Legion was here in the first place. There was nothing to do, nothing to say, she was the only living soul as far as the eye could see. It had been so sudden, she still couldn't believe any of this was real. The sharp pain that took over her mind would pass if she survived but the one in her heart would never. As her vision was fading she begged Elune to never wake up again. But she did wake up, and the feel of the wind on her skin felt like a thousand daggers. Sometimes she would dream of it again and the only proof it all did happen would be the ruins in the other side of the world and her tears, glowing as if the moon herself cried and put it on her cheeks. It was an old time, an old tragedy that while known to the world seemed to be slowly forgotten. As less and less people had lived it it felt like some nightmare someone one day thought of, a few chapters in the registers. Even when her old wounds would make her suffer she knew there wasn't any scars, not visibly at least, and it made her feel strange when the laughters of children would come to her ears coming from the tribe. She never thought she would be this glad again. Maybe not happy, never happy, but it felt like her heart was lighter everytime she'd wake up again. Maybe she could thank Elune for not listening to her prayers thousand of years ago. Maybe she survived for this exact reason, for being the light in an eternal night for younger generations— like Elune was to her.
- She has 11 scales present on her shoulders and cheeks, soft to the touch and quite small.
- While everyone and Iwi'va herself thinks she's simply a zandalari she's actually only a half– the other half being forest troll, which is why her eyes and skin are different.
- Due to her being mixed her blood is green with a blueish tint. It's also thicker than blood normally is.
- Dazar'alor isn't that big of a place so she passed by her biological father several times– none of them even aware of the other's existence. She cares for an orphan that he took under his wing so he heard a lot about her but they never exchanged a word.
- She is an exceptional healer and could easily become a high priestess of Lukou if she only wished so. She is probably one of the best healers of Zandalar yet it's only by instinct since she never had anyone to properly teach her. Despite that she truly struggles to heal herself.
- When she was a kid she met Lukou and on the course of her life she did again on a few occasions.
- As odd as it may seem, an AU where Ag'kamuah saves Vik'th is tragic. They would have gotten each other killed by always taking the other lower, Ag'kamuah and Iwi'va would have never met because he wouldn't have allowed himself to look at her twice and she would have died at her father's hands. None of them would have lived to be 20 except A'kina.
- Counting stories and caring for the orphans of Dazar'alor.
- Practicing cooking, from arranging fruit plates to trying new recipes.
- Practicing new languages, especially writting their alphabets or runes.
- Being kind.
- Helping others as much as possible.
- Being here for her people and loved ones.
- Her headpiece is her favorite object of all, she never takes it off.
- Her favorite aliment is the jungle sunfruit tho she enjoys all sorts.
- Her favorite color is orange and it's the cloth color she owns the most after white.
- Her jewelry, all gifts from Ag'kamuah.
- Her clothes, of a lot of different colors and styles for different celebrations.
- Her books, that she's using to learn various languages and cultures– all bought from her favorite stand of Dazar'alor's market.
Occasional smiles and polite words directed to them, keeping a certain distance both physically and mentally.
She doesn't have many friends but she's really close to the ones who have this title, even initiating some contacts like holding their hand or hugging. Even if still stuttering from time to time and hesitating to start a conversation she'd always be overjoyed to talk to them and it would be obvious.
While really timid she is surprisingly stubborn with people she fall in love with and will do her best to be close to them. Might be the one to confess first but will probably mess up her words and fail to do so or simply not convey her exact feelings. Very embarassed but trying pretty bold things.
Her mother was absent and her father was violent and she was extremely scared of both, barely moving outside trembling in their presence. She used to love her mother a lot but that love was never reciprocated. She doesn't know this but they weren't her biological parents, only people that took her in after her biological mother asked her friend who herself begged her sister on her death bed.
She doesn't think she has any cousins.
She doesn't really understand rivals and doesn't consider anyone as such.
Even if very shy she'd be a bit more comfortable, accepting conversations with ease yet still stuttering from time to time. She wouldn't accept physical contact outside of polite greetings or needed help though.
Close friends are the same as simple friends since there are few people who she opens her heart to. Very affectionate and always eager to missing them.
Once together with the one she loves it may take years to go to the next step since she doesn't feel she really needs anything more than being with them. Once the first kiss done she'd figure she loves it and will probably want to do it often. Very loving and comfortable with her lover, she'd enjoy physical contact a lot.
She only had one brother who hated her deeply and who she was terrified of too. She tried to avoid him whenever she could and if she couldn't she just remained silent and obedient.
She never met any other relatives and if she did she'd be worried they might be similar to her close family.
Even more than rivals, she wouldn't feel enough animosity towards anyone to consider someone her enemy. If we're talking opposite-faction kind of enemies she'd heal them and treat them as she would any zandalari.
Of course, he's the love of my life. The first and the last, I'm sure. Incredibly kind and deeply involved in Zandalar's fate, the gentlest troll I've ever met. There have been a time where I forgot all about him and it's something that I wish to never see happen again. Nothing could make me leave him behind and once Zandalar starts healing we'll travel– just he and I, as we said we'd do so many times.
He's my father. I wouldn't say we're very alike but some details make it obvious we're related. I know he's not lying and the love he has for me is geniune, we're slowly learning to live with a link we could never build before. I found he's someone I feel very comfortable around so maybe we'll be able to replace the decades during which we didn't know the other existed.
My mother, it would seem. I hear a lot about her but I was too young so I don't remember anything. Dad talks about her fondly and while he tries to hide it, he always seem devastated. I won't tell him but I don't feel much. She's just the image of a loving mother and I can't really imagine it. I think I would have loved to know her but it's too late so I can just wonder how different my life would have been if she was still there.
- Iwi'va was born only because I wanted to give the asshole that was Ag'kamuah the sweetest wife ever.
- And boy did I succeed bc she's my cutest, most gentle oc.
- Made me attach myself a *lot* to the both of them and now Iwi'va is just
- one of my favorite characters to the point where i can't even try to get art for others because all I'm thinking is how gorgeous she'd be in new pieces,,
- I JUST LOVE HER SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
- and eternal thanks to my adorable friend for helping me make her come to life, RuffleBatz. They took all my ideas and made them a thousand times better, I'm just so in love with everything about her. Just everything.
- (Something fun which originally was a coincidence is that Ag'kamuah and Iwi'va have color palettes that are directly inverted. I just twisted lightly Iwi'va's because I wanted lighter colors but it's still very close.)
- I said it in Ag'ka's sheet but;
- the inspiration for their love story is the movie “50 first dates”.
- You should watch it it's fcking good. Cried a lot but yk.
- She is also partly inspired by Diana in “Who Made Me A Princess”.
