Quick Bio: Catriah Phoenixhearth

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(Art by @Sonelises) 

General information——

FULL NAME: Catirah Joan Phoenixhearth

NICKNAME(S): Cat, Several revolving around feline terms (Kitten, Kitty Kat, Kit), Fireball, Firecracker, ‘Little Ember’ in Thalassian by her father as an endearment

TITLE(S):Emberward of the Sunguard, Shieldmaiden, Lady of the Phoenixhearth and Lady of the Burning Sun 

AGE: 24

BIRTHDAY: Winter Veil Season (December 25)

RACE: Half-Elf (50% Lordereon Human, 50% Sindor’ei, regards to her Sindorei half the most)

GENDER: Female

MARITAL/RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Open relationship with Vaelen Cindercloak (@cindercloak ), shy/developing feelings for Lady Sanarissa Firewing ( @makotokino ), Single

Physical appearance——

HAIR: Long crimson to rose red tone that ends to her shoulder blades, often pulled in a ponytail or braid due to work or fighting, side bangs used to hide ears when they were cut off, front bangs are well trimmed
EYES: Gold with a holy hue, when weak or exhausted, a ‘shattered’ look can be seen to them by thin lines of Fel. 
HEIGHT: 5′10″ (Gained height from her father’s side)
BUILD: Build leans more towards human, athletic and made to be a speedy tank more than a tank made for taking heavy hits. 
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Several small scars, most noticeable scars are: 1.) The shattered like chest scar from having her soul extracted from her body by a warlock. 2) Sacrificial scars (elbow creases and brand) from shadow cultists
TATTOOS: None, but soon 
PIERCINGS: Sometimes will wear Lightforge earrings made at the forge
COMMON ACCESSORIES:

Personal Information——

Profession: Shield madien for the Sunguard, one of the names of Tylriel Silversword’s forge @tyleril-silversword , curious engineer tinker (weapon based mechanics), loving half elf
Hobbies: Studying the Light, studying new forging methods, training combat technics, instruments (Violin and guitar), 
Skill(s): Light based magic (to the point of Light manipulation, but chooses not to follow the Blood Knight path), Lightforging, Close combat, translations on hand, engineering (intermediate experimenting level)
Language(s): Common (fluent), Thalassian (fluent), Orcish (average), Draenic (basic)
Residence: Silvermoon City (occasionally above the forge), The Isle of Burning Suns ( perminate residence) 
Birthplace: Orchardson Estate, Tirisfal (Small orchard running community known for its apples and cider making. Now currently in ruines as of BfA Siege of Lordareon)
Patron Deity: Light [ 50% Human base, 30% Thalassin based, 20% Vykrule based]
Fears: Having her entire life’s work of having a family taken from her, Unable to succeed the Phoenixhearth House as a worthy noble, Failing the Sunguard and Quel’thalas, Facing her former instructor and role model paladin

Relationships——

Spouse: – None
Children: – None
Parents: Lord Salbathous Phoenixhearth 3rd (Alive), Cathrine Joan Orchardson (Deceased?…)
Siblings: – None
Other Relatives: Sheolraam Clifforton (Cousin in Law, Married) @nessacity, Arine Clifforton (Cousin, Married), Mabel Clifforton/Orchardson (Aunt, Forsaken), Isbella Goldthorn (Grandmother, found traitor and beheaded), etc….

Traits——

• extroverted / introverted / in between.
• disorganized / organized / in between.
• close minded / open-minded / in between.
• calm / anxious / in between.
• disagreeable / agreeable / in between.
• cautious / reckless / in between.
patient / impatient / in between.
outspoken / reserved / in between.
leader / follower / in between.
empathetic / indifferent / in between.
optimistic / pessimistic / in between.
• traditional / modern / in between.
hard-working / lazy / in between.
• cultured / uncultured / in between.
loyal / disloyal / in between.
assertive / timid / in between.

additional information—— —

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

extra——

Not gonna tag anyone, was super late to doing this :’)))

Art by @sixxybaby

STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

ᴄᴏʙʙʟᴇsᴛᴏɴᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʟᴀᴍᴘs sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏɢ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ / ᴜɴᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ / ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ / ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴠɪᴄᴇs / ᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sᴛɪᴄᴋs / sᴇʟғ-ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ sᴀғᴇs.

FRANKENSTEIN, OR THE MODERN PROMETHEUS

ʀᴀɪɴ ʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡᴘᴀɴᴇ / ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴡ / ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴀɴɢᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ, sɴᴏᴡʏ ᴛᴏᴘs/ ғʀᴇɴᴢɪᴇᴅ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ / ᴀ ᴄᴇᴍᴇᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴅᴜsᴋ / sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀʜᴏᴜsᴇs / ᴀʟʟ-ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ / ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ / ᴀ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs /ɪɴᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ / ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ/ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ / ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ sᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ / ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ / ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏsʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ / ʙᴇᴇs ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ ᴅʀɪғᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀss / ʜᴇᴅᴏɴɪsᴍ / ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋɴᴇss ᴏғ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ / ᴀ ᴅᴜsᴛʏ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄ / ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅs / ɢᴜᴛ-ᴡʀᴇɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ / ᴀ ᴅɪᴍʟʏ-ʟɪᴛ sᴛᴀɢᴇ / ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

THE PRIVATE MEMOIRS AND CONFESSIONS OF A JUSTIFIED SINNER

ᴄʟɪғғs ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴍʙɪɢᴜᴏᴜsʟʏ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴜʀᴋɪɴɢ / ᴇᴅɪɴʙᴜʀɢʜ’s ᴡɪɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜs ᴢᴇᴀʟᴏᴛʀʏ / ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ / ᴀ ʙɪʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ / ᴀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪғᴛɪɴɢ / sᴄᴏᴛᴛɪsʜ ʟᴀɪʀᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴍᴀsǫᴜᴇʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴜʀᴇ.

DRACULA

ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇs / sᴜɪᴛᴏʀs ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ / ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇs ɴᴇsᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs / ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs / ᴀʀɪsᴛᴏᴄʀᴀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs / ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀɪsɪɴɢ / ʜᴏʀsᴇs’ ʜᴏᴏᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ / ᴡᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴇᴠɪʟ.

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

ғᴏɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏʀs / ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ / ᴀ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ / ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜs, sɴᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɢs / ᴀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ / ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇs / ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ / ɢʜᴏsᴛs / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ / ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴛ / ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ / ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏ.

what if tyleril’s husband hadn’t died?

Tyleril would be far more terrified of the dark and deep woods and the shadows they cast, worrying if his husband was there and for Samiel’s safety far more. Unwilling to let fear run his life but not willing to leave the safety Silvermoon offered him and his family, Tyleril would become a inquisitor for Silvermoon, rooting out threats as he feared the shadows.

A MONTH: October
A DAY: Saturday
A PLANET STAR: The Sun
AN ANIMAL: Dog
A GOD/GODDESS:

Brighid
A PIECE OF FURNITURE: A armor stand that holds a set of perfectly maintained leather and chainmail nightelven armor, complete with a bow.
A GEMSTONE: Rose Quartz
A FLOWER: Sunflower
A KIND OF WEATHER: The pitch black sky before the Dawn.
A COLOR: Crimson
AN EMOTION: Love
A FRUIT: Blueberry 
A SOUND: The rustling of leaves
AN ELEMENT: Fire
A PLACE: An open field of tall grasses and flowers

A MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE:  Cu Sith

A TASTE:  Sweet Wine

A SCENT: Incense

AN OBJECT: A lock of brown hair

A BODY PART: The eyes

A PAIR OF SHOES: Worn leather boots.

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Tagging @razxion @teamdoodledork @lunethdawnseeker @firionbloodsworn

Three Assumptions: 1. Tyleril wears lacy lingerie. 2. Tyleril eats more sweets than he openly admits. 3. Secretly Tyleril has a mad crush on the Regent Lord.

1.) He does not! Nor has he considered it. Lace does not appeal to Tyleril. He likes boxers.

2.) He’s actually very picky about what sweets he does eat so he tends not to eat them sparingly. (I.e. He hates cheesecake but likes ice cream.)

3.) He has a celebrity crush. He has a framed generic city service award the Regent Lord signed. He sees it as a sign the Regent Lord appreciates his hard work. (Even though Lor’themar wouldn’t know him from any other elf in the crowd.)

 😧 – Accidentally walk into a changing stall that my muse was in 

He had been so busy turning back to tell one of his children he was going to try on robes that he didn’t think to knock. Shifting the arm full of clothing in his other hand he opened the door…

Into an occupied changing stall. 

“Oh! Oh! I’m s-” His stutter made fast speech impossible most times and this time was no different as he felt his face flare up with heat.  “Apologies!” He held up his armful of clothes in front of his face as he backed out of the stall, closing the door shit loudly to the snickering of his child.