08-23-2013, 12:23 AM
Character Name: Garona Halforcen
Character Source: Warcraft Series
Character History:
Garona is the product of a forced tryst between an Orcish father and a Draenei mother, as ordered by the warlock, Gul’dan, who essentially sold his people into slavery to Kil’Jaeden (or Beautiful One), and through him, Sargeras.
She was never accepted by the Orcs, whom she had the most contact during her brief childhood, nor the Draenei, with the exception of her maternal uncle, Vindicator Maraad. She drifts in an “in-between”, her very, very few close allies being mostly human.
Garona was magically aged by Gul’dan, and her real age is unknown. She has been trained by the ruthless warriors of Draenor for most of her life, and has become an expert spymaster and shapeshifter.
Her life revolves around the Job, her assignments having initially being handed out to her by her master, and then finally, she began accepting assignments for a bounty offered by those with enough money to toss around in exchange for her services.
Currently, Garona is preparing for her next assignment: to investigate the newly discovered portals to worlds other than Draenor and Azeroth. The rumors say that they can take one to worlds that are complex and highly advanced, far beyond anything she could ever imagine.
Stats
Atk: 3
Def: 1
Spd: 3
Tec: 3
Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength (1000 OM), Damage-Over-Time Proficiency (600 OM) (Total: 1600 OM)
Starting Powers: Stealth (1200 OM), Illusory Shapeshifting (600 OM) (1800 OM)
Total: 1600+1800= 3400
Starting Moves:
-Sinister Strike: Her primary special attack. It is usually reserved for more intense tactical battles, or when subtlety is necessary to conceal a fatal blow.
-Deadly Poison: Her special mix of poison coats her blades and deals a small bit of extra damage over time to targets unfortunate enough to be sliced or come in contact with the blade.
Writing Sample:
The Quiet. It surrounded her, drew her deep into its embrace, and cleared her thoughts, her inhibitions; it was where that voice that gave her a moral foothold was quickly lost to the darkness within her mind. This was the place she escaped to just before her dagger found purchase deep within the flesh of her target. It was where she found herself now, her physical body melded to the firmly muscled, velvet-skinned form of her mark. She had given him a taste of her exotic essence, and in return, he would procure her enough gold to keep her comfortable for months.
Although the money was nice, what she valued the most-what kept her killing time and time again- was that pleasure she got as the last beats of life pounded weaker and weaker from the hearts of her victims. It was the fact that their lives were now hers, and she destroyed them, utterly and completely, with unwavering impunity. Each life, each soul, fed something deep within her, and that something was a greedy master, always demanding more…more…. So, she gave it more.
He was completely oblivious, fingertips trailing deftly down the muscles that lined each side of her spine, slicking with her sweat, until they came to a rest where her thigh met the rounded fullness of her buttock. His hand squeezed at that plushness, his breath coming out as a labored sigh as he restrained the urge to consume her. He wanted her; the need was so overwhelming that he didn’t see the glint of the blade as she slipped it from behind the headboard mere moments before he forced her down onto the mattress, pinning her with his body, mouth clamped over hers and hands exploring the soft green flesh that felt like heaven. His groin burned, pulsing with need that hardened his body with the desire for release.
She cried out as his fingertips kneaded a path up her torso and over her ribcage. Feeling him as he palmed over her old scars flat out rocked her. Although the pleasure she wrought from their tryst was different than his, she had to admit it felt good. She almost regretted having to kill him, but duty came first over the urges of the flesh.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him the closest they could get while still clothed, and it wasn’t enough. She wanted his blood to blanket her in its liquid warmth as she crested, drawing the power from his body as he plummeted towards death. He thrust against her, and she gasped loudly, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes, clear and grey like ripe storm clouds, burned with his need. Her mind blanked, and that one instant that it took for her to escape to that quiet gave her the time to detach herself from the physical sensation, and plunged the dagger deep into his side. The blade glinted off the bone as it slipped between the ribs and sank all the way to the hilt. She watched his face as it danced between pleasure and pain, feeling him harden against her, and then ripped the blade from his body, blood spilling from the wound and enrobing her in a hot, shimmering ribbon. The knife clanked to the floor, and her hands swept up her torso, smearing the blood over more of her flesh. The Mark began to jerk, forcing more blood to spurt from the wound, and she felt the familiar tingle as it seized her muscles, rolling up her legs, her abdomen, her chest…and then he collapsed atop of her, and all she could do was smile as the sensation overcame her, rode her, and finally began its ebb.
Gul’dan’s metaphysical tug pulled her from her ecstasy, something that instantly filled her with resentment. He knew not to disturb her while she worked, and certainly not while she basked in the blood and took her pleasure from it. It was far too personal, almost like how most humans treated sex and intimacy. It just simply wasn’t done.
“Nice work, my pet.” Gul’dan whispered into her mind. Although it was typically a one-way street, he usually picked up on her emotions, but usually didn’t give a shit. “Lap it all up, precious one, and then come home. I have another assignment for you.”
Notes: This is obviously not exactly the same Garona as portrayed in canon. I’ve changed some things, made her use more of her “charms” as a sort of weapon into itself. Gul’dan is still alive, and still has some sway over her. I’ll flesh out more details as I write.
Character Source: Warcraft Series
Character History:
Garona is the product of a forced tryst between an Orcish father and a Draenei mother, as ordered by the warlock, Gul’dan, who essentially sold his people into slavery to Kil’Jaeden (or Beautiful One), and through him, Sargeras.
She was never accepted by the Orcs, whom she had the most contact during her brief childhood, nor the Draenei, with the exception of her maternal uncle, Vindicator Maraad. She drifts in an “in-between”, her very, very few close allies being mostly human.
Garona was magically aged by Gul’dan, and her real age is unknown. She has been trained by the ruthless warriors of Draenor for most of her life, and has become an expert spymaster and shapeshifter.
Her life revolves around the Job, her assignments having initially being handed out to her by her master, and then finally, she began accepting assignments for a bounty offered by those with enough money to toss around in exchange for her services.
Currently, Garona is preparing for her next assignment: to investigate the newly discovered portals to worlds other than Draenor and Azeroth. The rumors say that they can take one to worlds that are complex and highly advanced, far beyond anything she could ever imagine.
Stats
Atk: 3
Def: 1
Spd: 3
Tec: 3
Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength (1000 OM), Damage-Over-Time Proficiency (600 OM) (Total: 1600 OM)
Starting Powers: Stealth (1200 OM), Illusory Shapeshifting (600 OM) (1800 OM)
Total: 1600+1800= 3400
Starting Moves:
-Sinister Strike: Her primary special attack. It is usually reserved for more intense tactical battles, or when subtlety is necessary to conceal a fatal blow.
-Deadly Poison: Her special mix of poison coats her blades and deals a small bit of extra damage over time to targets unfortunate enough to be sliced or come in contact with the blade.
Writing Sample:
The Quiet. It surrounded her, drew her deep into its embrace, and cleared her thoughts, her inhibitions; it was where that voice that gave her a moral foothold was quickly lost to the darkness within her mind. This was the place she escaped to just before her dagger found purchase deep within the flesh of her target. It was where she found herself now, her physical body melded to the firmly muscled, velvet-skinned form of her mark. She had given him a taste of her exotic essence, and in return, he would procure her enough gold to keep her comfortable for months.
Although the money was nice, what she valued the most-what kept her killing time and time again- was that pleasure she got as the last beats of life pounded weaker and weaker from the hearts of her victims. It was the fact that their lives were now hers, and she destroyed them, utterly and completely, with unwavering impunity. Each life, each soul, fed something deep within her, and that something was a greedy master, always demanding more…more…. So, she gave it more.
He was completely oblivious, fingertips trailing deftly down the muscles that lined each side of her spine, slicking with her sweat, until they came to a rest where her thigh met the rounded fullness of her buttock. His hand squeezed at that plushness, his breath coming out as a labored sigh as he restrained the urge to consume her. He wanted her; the need was so overwhelming that he didn’t see the glint of the blade as she slipped it from behind the headboard mere moments before he forced her down onto the mattress, pinning her with his body, mouth clamped over hers and hands exploring the soft green flesh that felt like heaven. His groin burned, pulsing with need that hardened his body with the desire for release.
She cried out as his fingertips kneaded a path up her torso and over her ribcage. Feeling him as he palmed over her old scars flat out rocked her. Although the pleasure she wrought from their tryst was different than his, she had to admit it felt good. She almost regretted having to kill him, but duty came first over the urges of the flesh.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him the closest they could get while still clothed, and it wasn’t enough. She wanted his blood to blanket her in its liquid warmth as she crested, drawing the power from his body as he plummeted towards death. He thrust against her, and she gasped loudly, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes, clear and grey like ripe storm clouds, burned with his need. Her mind blanked, and that one instant that it took for her to escape to that quiet gave her the time to detach herself from the physical sensation, and plunged the dagger deep into his side. The blade glinted off the bone as it slipped between the ribs and sank all the way to the hilt. She watched his face as it danced between pleasure and pain, feeling him harden against her, and then ripped the blade from his body, blood spilling from the wound and enrobing her in a hot, shimmering ribbon. The knife clanked to the floor, and her hands swept up her torso, smearing the blood over more of her flesh. The Mark began to jerk, forcing more blood to spurt from the wound, and she felt the familiar tingle as it seized her muscles, rolling up her legs, her abdomen, her chest…and then he collapsed atop of her, and all she could do was smile as the sensation overcame her, rode her, and finally began its ebb.
Gul’dan’s metaphysical tug pulled her from her ecstasy, something that instantly filled her with resentment. He knew not to disturb her while she worked, and certainly not while she basked in the blood and took her pleasure from it. It was far too personal, almost like how most humans treated sex and intimacy. It just simply wasn’t done.
“Nice work, my pet.” Gul’dan whispered into her mind. Although it was typically a one-way street, he usually picked up on her emotions, but usually didn’t give a shit. “Lap it all up, precious one, and then come home. I have another assignment for you.”
Notes: This is obviously not exactly the same Garona as portrayed in canon. I’ve changed some things, made her use more of her “charms” as a sort of weapon into itself. Gul’dan is still alive, and still has some sway over her. I’ll flesh out more details as I write.
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