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Post by Calavel on Jan 8, 2011 16:53:23 GMT -5
Though slightly shorter than the average Quel’dorei, his self-assured countenance more than compensates for his lack of stature. Like most elves, he is graceful to a fault - though there is a subtle limp inherent in his stride.
Two almond-shaped, sapphire eyes hover like apparitions above a straight and slightly upturned nose. These eyes are enchanted to appear Fel-green. Blonde, nearly transparent lashes outline his eyes.
Straight flaxen hair cascades over his shoulders to his waist, smooth and shimmering in the indirect light. Its reflection imparts a radiance to his face which only serves to lend further definition.
His eyebrows are long and steeply angled, darker blonde and scored with numerous scars. They are animated and perpetually shift with his expression.
His lips are full, and when his teeth are clenched, the muscles of his mandible are clearly defined. He possesses a throaty, articulate voice. A small triangular patch of blonde hair embellishes his lower lip and seems to float over the shallow cleft in his chin.
His left cheek is dimpled, and that same cheek bears a two inch diagonal scar that follows the angle of his cheekbone. No freckles or other pigmentations mar his complexion. Indeed, his skin seems almost translucent.
A nervous ‘tic’ periodically manifests as a nearly imperceptible forward thrust and shake of the head. The malady has been present since childhood, though its true inception or cause is unknown. The frequency is mirrored by the intensity of his emotions.
A musky scent akin to juniper precedes him.
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Post by Calavel on Jan 11, 2011 10:10:56 GMT -5
((I continue to flesh-out Calavel’s character, and am enjoying the process. Here’s how I see him. Perhaps a glimpse into what lies beneath. Picture Anthony Hopkins character in “Silence of the Lambs” and you’ll get the drift of his psyche.))
Calavel’s Psychology:
Outwardly, Calavel appears [and often portrays] the ever-virtuous Quel’dorei: educated, articulate and attractive. He is a visage of beauty and perfection to many.
He chooses his words wisely; he knows what to say and when to say them. Indeed, he was groomed by his people to be their emissary - their spokesperson in times of crisis - his entire life spent mastering the art of subtle persuasion. At this he excels. His verbal rebukes are often every bit as deadly as any melee strike and his pacifying words as disarming as any military victory. He is a powerful, if subversive, ally.
His disclosures are NEVER causal, for though they may seem spontaneous, they have been deliberated and are always a means to an end, HIS end.
His intelligence borders on ‘exceptional’ but comes at a cost. His mind is restless. Relentless thoughts assail him day and night; materializing as vivid dreams that color his waking reality. Even cold-blooded assassins have been known to cringe at the scenes he masterminds - and the sentiment, “That’s f*cked-up!” has been uttered by more than one.
He is undisputedly self-serving, though he may be fiercely loyal to those who garner his trust. His fealty to his people at Quel’Danil Lodge in The Hinterlands has faded since his arrival in Orgrimmar to commence his covert ‘assignment’. That Lodge was never a home to him, but more akin to a prison - and he yearns for neither the company of its people, nor its solitude. He does take pride in his heritage, veiled though it is; and ultimately aspires to aid the Quel'dorei in whatever way he can. He will not allow those he loves to perish. However, if you be unloved…
The death of his father was liberating, and he is enjoying that newfound freedom.
He is a healer, and has always been thus. This, too, is seditious in a sense – for his motivation to heal is not always altruistic; but for the power and control it affords him, and the accolades that invariably follow. Even the manner in which he heals has become more insidiously malevolent, in concert with his deteriorating psyche.
Increasingly, he is obliged to harm before he can heal [in game mechanics: Evangelism/Archangel]. He has always been dependant on the sun itself to wield his powers; not as a deity, but as an entity that he requires direct and periodic access to, in order to bolster and harness its energy. It has been his blessing (for the power it affords) and his curse (for the limitations it imposes).
In all of that, like every other sentient being, he seeks love and acceptance; camaraderie and solidarity. He is flawed, certainly, though perhaps no worse than many, given the atrocities that abound in Azeroth.
One thing is for certain - he teeters on the edge of the proverbial abyss…one step from annihilation… or redemption.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2011 11:24:14 GMT -5
((Lovely description. Interesting psychology.  ) |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2011 13:16:00 GMT -5
((Zomg. Silence of the Lambs scared the bjezes out of me...But, I love Anthony Hopkins. Nice!!))
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Post by ۞ KAT ۞ AKA Red Viper on Mar 4, 2011 10:36:28 GMT -5
Curious, how tall is he actually,? i can't remember the height you have on your MRP.
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Post by Calavel on Mar 4, 2011 11:51:44 GMT -5
He is approximately 5'11" and 150#.  |
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Post by calavel on Mar 10, 2011 15:56:17 GMT -5
((Updated))
Calavel has a boyish quality to his appearance, his bone-structure subtle instead of severe. He would appear younger than his actual age.
His once sapphire eyes were forever altered by a tainted eye-enchantment, even though it was ultimately lifted. They are now cerulean blue with flecks of iridescent green, “like an algae bloom on an ocean of blue”. Though not his birth-color, he rather likes the change. Many consider his eyes to be one of his most unique and striking features.
He has become more outgoing and social since his induction into The Cheshire Cats. He is fiercely loyal to his gang, but continues to be wary of strangers.
His subversive side, though well-veiled, continues to be a dominant force in his choices and actions.
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