qwincy
09-03-2008, 04:58 PM
Full Name: Qwincy Bloodmoon
Nicknames: Q., Qwinc, Qwin ((although she'll flick you IC if you call her any of these))
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: Approx. 68 years
Race: Blood Elf
Class: Warlock
Gender: Female
Hair: Raven black, falling just below her shoulders
Skin: Pale and silky, devoid of scars
Eyes: Pale violet to firey orange, dependent on mood
Height: 5' 0"
Weight: 99 lbs
Place of residence: Permanant home: a secluded cave in Azshara; Surrogate home-away-from-home: The Sanctum in Silvermoon City
Place of Birth: Azuremyst Isle
Known Relatives: All are believed dead, although still hoping one day she will learn her sister is alive (*see History); Mother: Kaelsandra; Father: Raegaros
Religion/Philosophy: Currently, Qwincy has had her fill of malignant religious practices, often referred to by her as "The Fool's Progress." Though fascinated by non-traditional (that is, non-elven) religions, she often looks down upon those who have strong religious beliefs as being unenlightened, unevolved, and simple. Throughout her life, Qwincy has bore witness to bizarre and often hideous religious practices. These include (but are not limited to) sadistic sacrifices conducted by the Twilight Hammer in the name of the Old Gods, and ritualized, symbolic cannibalism of flesh and blood by the humans who held her captive for several decades (*see History). She currently abides by no laws other than those of a secular nature set forth by the local governments, and even those she often breaks at her whimsy.
Occupation: Judge and Arbitrator, Jewelcrafter, Wanderlust
Group/Guild affiliation: A Taste for Death; co-founder and member of The Twilight Hammer but now deemed a heretic
Guild Rank: n/a
Enemies: most humans and draenai, Abyssal Lord Piratess and all current Hammerites, Ragnaros the Fire Lord
Weapons of Choice: Reason. Pain. Often simultaneously.
Favorite Drinks: Cenarion Spirits
Likes: love, loyalty, old-world lore, stillness, friendship, cats
Dislikes: powerlessness, deceit, "The Fool's Progress" (*see Religion)
Hobbies: crafting fine jewelry, journaling, tracing her family tree ((though quite futile)), peoplewatching
Physical Features: frail but strong, raven black hair, full red lips, smooth pale skin, body is devoid of scars or marks of any kind.
Special Abilities: arbitrating and reconcilling fueds between parties, quite schooled in the performance of unfortunate ritual sacrifice
Positive Personality Traits: affectionate, selfless, loyal, fair, flirtatious, opinionated
Negative Personality Traits: judgemental, subjective, and cruel towards her enemies, often too forgiving towards said enemies
Misc. Quirks: Has an uncanny ability to bond with cats. She is rarely seen without her kitten, Hijinx. Most hunters who have tamed felines notice their pet reverts into a calm, submissive state when Qwincy is around.
Played by What Famous Person: Zooey Deschanel
Theme Song: Weird Fishes by Radiohead
History: At a young age, Qwincy and her family were taken captive by the draenai of Azuremyst and transported via cargoship and caravan to the notorious internment camps of Stormwind. While imprisoned, she was forced to bear witness to her parents’ and three brothers' brutal murders. She and her sister, however, were kept as sex slaves and earned their keep by folding laundry and making beds in the bunk houses. One morning, Qwincy woke to find her sister missing with no trace or answer as to where she may have gone. Not knowing if her sister was murdered or had escaped with her life, Qwincy felt powerless and was doomed to face the coming decades of slavery alone. After knowing such sadness and atrocities, Qwincy became hostile toward all life, including, at times, her own. She began to pray for eternal darkness so she could not witness the maledictions happening around her.
Unbeknownst to Qwincy, her nightly petitions were being heard by a malevolent, transcendent force. Nearly forty-four years into her imprisonment, Qwincy awoke foggy and dazed among the reeds and cypress of Dragonmurk. Having no idea where she was or how she got there, Qwincy took refuge in a small nearby cave. Numb and reckless, she pleaded for a painful end to her own life. “Cut me, skin me, feed me to the felhounds. Your corruption is the only thing left to suffer in this life, and I welcome it.” From the void came a low, sardonic cackle. “Naïve girl, if it was your life I wanted, I would have taken it decades ago. You have developed an iron will and an unyielding abhorrence for the light. You will serve me well. In exchange for freedom, you must exterminate any being who seeks to bring light into the world.” Qwincy agreed, and the dark pact between herself and the void was born.
On her first night of freedom, she attacked a lone draenai. As Qwincy drained the priestess’s soul, a deafening pleasure washed over her. She dragged the body to a towering, thousand-year-old Rotwood tree. Using a six foot branch and a large, razor-edged hunk of obsidian, Qwincy fashioned a rudimentary spear. With adrenaline and madness rushing her veins, she drove the spear transversely through the Draenai’s corpse and thrust the tip into the ground. She watched with bold satisfaction as thick, dark blood drained from the body and saturated the soil surrounding the tree. Qwincy kicked and spat on the hideous corpse. “Foolish priestess, you shall forever remain piked beneath this Witness Tree."
For several years Qwincy continued her nightly death hunts. Each body collected was speared and draped in effigy beneath a large tree. It became a sadistic ritual—a way to avenge the atrocities she witnessed as a child. She began to believe the act itself brought her into favor with the elements and, if she stopped, she would be condemned to eternity bathed in truth-bearing light. However, as the years passed Qwincy realized she was no longer killing for retribution. Instead, she had allowed herself to become enslaved again by continuing to do the bidding of a force she had no power to control. Her anger raged at this epiphany, and she became fel-bent on gaining power over her own life and abolishing the dark pact she had made.
It was at this fortuitous time Qwincy met a seasoned mage named Piratess who spoke to her of power and glory by means of worship and sacrifice to the elements: the Old Gods themselves. In her emotionally unstable state, Qwincy agreed to aid Piratess in the formation of a secretive cult with one goal in mind: chaos, destruction, and death to all. While the Twilight Hammer quickly became her surrogate family, she soon became disillusioned again when she lost her life-love and mentor, Master Kalsan Fel Rage. The Gods, apparently, cared little for mortals such as herself or Kalsan. All her anger, fear, and sadness erupted and, on a whim, she accepted the aid of a fellow Twilight Lord and fled the Hammer, becoming a reclusive refugee in the mountains of Azshara.
Qwincy has now come to realize the path to self-preservation and power will only be found through true independence and self-enlightenment. She spends her days and nights alone with only her demons and vast memories to keep her company. She still seeks love, affection, and friendship, but is cautious and wary of seemingly kind hands extended toward her. You may see her wandering the streets of Silvermoon, conversing with locals, learning about history, and always... searching....
Nicknames: Q., Qwinc, Qwin ((although she'll flick you IC if you call her any of these))
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: Approx. 68 years
Race: Blood Elf
Class: Warlock
Gender: Female
Hair: Raven black, falling just below her shoulders
Skin: Pale and silky, devoid of scars
Eyes: Pale violet to firey orange, dependent on mood
Height: 5' 0"
Weight: 99 lbs
Place of residence: Permanant home: a secluded cave in Azshara; Surrogate home-away-from-home: The Sanctum in Silvermoon City
Place of Birth: Azuremyst Isle
Known Relatives: All are believed dead, although still hoping one day she will learn her sister is alive (*see History); Mother: Kaelsandra; Father: Raegaros
Religion/Philosophy: Currently, Qwincy has had her fill of malignant religious practices, often referred to by her as "The Fool's Progress." Though fascinated by non-traditional (that is, non-elven) religions, she often looks down upon those who have strong religious beliefs as being unenlightened, unevolved, and simple. Throughout her life, Qwincy has bore witness to bizarre and often hideous religious practices. These include (but are not limited to) sadistic sacrifices conducted by the Twilight Hammer in the name of the Old Gods, and ritualized, symbolic cannibalism of flesh and blood by the humans who held her captive for several decades (*see History). She currently abides by no laws other than those of a secular nature set forth by the local governments, and even those she often breaks at her whimsy.
Occupation: Judge and Arbitrator, Jewelcrafter, Wanderlust
Group/Guild affiliation: A Taste for Death; co-founder and member of The Twilight Hammer but now deemed a heretic
Guild Rank: n/a
Enemies: most humans and draenai, Abyssal Lord Piratess and all current Hammerites, Ragnaros the Fire Lord
Weapons of Choice: Reason. Pain. Often simultaneously.
Favorite Drinks: Cenarion Spirits
Likes: love, loyalty, old-world lore, stillness, friendship, cats
Dislikes: powerlessness, deceit, "The Fool's Progress" (*see Religion)
Hobbies: crafting fine jewelry, journaling, tracing her family tree ((though quite futile)), peoplewatching
Physical Features: frail but strong, raven black hair, full red lips, smooth pale skin, body is devoid of scars or marks of any kind.
Special Abilities: arbitrating and reconcilling fueds between parties, quite schooled in the performance of unfortunate ritual sacrifice
Positive Personality Traits: affectionate, selfless, loyal, fair, flirtatious, opinionated
Negative Personality Traits: judgemental, subjective, and cruel towards her enemies, often too forgiving towards said enemies
Misc. Quirks: Has an uncanny ability to bond with cats. She is rarely seen without her kitten, Hijinx. Most hunters who have tamed felines notice their pet reverts into a calm, submissive state when Qwincy is around.
Played by What Famous Person: Zooey Deschanel
Theme Song: Weird Fishes by Radiohead
History: At a young age, Qwincy and her family were taken captive by the draenai of Azuremyst and transported via cargoship and caravan to the notorious internment camps of Stormwind. While imprisoned, she was forced to bear witness to her parents’ and three brothers' brutal murders. She and her sister, however, were kept as sex slaves and earned their keep by folding laundry and making beds in the bunk houses. One morning, Qwincy woke to find her sister missing with no trace or answer as to where she may have gone. Not knowing if her sister was murdered or had escaped with her life, Qwincy felt powerless and was doomed to face the coming decades of slavery alone. After knowing such sadness and atrocities, Qwincy became hostile toward all life, including, at times, her own. She began to pray for eternal darkness so she could not witness the maledictions happening around her.
Unbeknownst to Qwincy, her nightly petitions were being heard by a malevolent, transcendent force. Nearly forty-four years into her imprisonment, Qwincy awoke foggy and dazed among the reeds and cypress of Dragonmurk. Having no idea where she was or how she got there, Qwincy took refuge in a small nearby cave. Numb and reckless, she pleaded for a painful end to her own life. “Cut me, skin me, feed me to the felhounds. Your corruption is the only thing left to suffer in this life, and I welcome it.” From the void came a low, sardonic cackle. “Naïve girl, if it was your life I wanted, I would have taken it decades ago. You have developed an iron will and an unyielding abhorrence for the light. You will serve me well. In exchange for freedom, you must exterminate any being who seeks to bring light into the world.” Qwincy agreed, and the dark pact between herself and the void was born.
On her first night of freedom, she attacked a lone draenai. As Qwincy drained the priestess’s soul, a deafening pleasure washed over her. She dragged the body to a towering, thousand-year-old Rotwood tree. Using a six foot branch and a large, razor-edged hunk of obsidian, Qwincy fashioned a rudimentary spear. With adrenaline and madness rushing her veins, she drove the spear transversely through the Draenai’s corpse and thrust the tip into the ground. She watched with bold satisfaction as thick, dark blood drained from the body and saturated the soil surrounding the tree. Qwincy kicked and spat on the hideous corpse. “Foolish priestess, you shall forever remain piked beneath this Witness Tree."
For several years Qwincy continued her nightly death hunts. Each body collected was speared and draped in effigy beneath a large tree. It became a sadistic ritual—a way to avenge the atrocities she witnessed as a child. She began to believe the act itself brought her into favor with the elements and, if she stopped, she would be condemned to eternity bathed in truth-bearing light. However, as the years passed Qwincy realized she was no longer killing for retribution. Instead, she had allowed herself to become enslaved again by continuing to do the bidding of a force she had no power to control. Her anger raged at this epiphany, and she became fel-bent on gaining power over her own life and abolishing the dark pact she had made.
It was at this fortuitous time Qwincy met a seasoned mage named Piratess who spoke to her of power and glory by means of worship and sacrifice to the elements: the Old Gods themselves. In her emotionally unstable state, Qwincy agreed to aid Piratess in the formation of a secretive cult with one goal in mind: chaos, destruction, and death to all. While the Twilight Hammer quickly became her surrogate family, she soon became disillusioned again when she lost her life-love and mentor, Master Kalsan Fel Rage. The Gods, apparently, cared little for mortals such as herself or Kalsan. All her anger, fear, and sadness erupted and, on a whim, she accepted the aid of a fellow Twilight Lord and fled the Hammer, becoming a reclusive refugee in the mountains of Azshara.
Qwincy has now come to realize the path to self-preservation and power will only be found through true independence and self-enlightenment. She spends her days and nights alone with only her demons and vast memories to keep her company. She still seeks love, affection, and friendship, but is cautious and wary of seemingly kind hands extended toward her. You may see her wandering the streets of Silvermoon, conversing with locals, learning about history, and always... searching....