Chaotic Neutral: the "Anarchist" or "Free Spirit". A character of this alignment is an individualist who follows his or her own heart, and generally shirks rules and traditions. Good and Evil come a distant second to their need for personal freedom.
Long, sun-kissed blond; Half of which is worn in a single loose braid, the tail hanging to her waist-the rest hangs loose and free.
Typical Fel-green of her kin
Fairly average at the height of 5'9"
Slender with a sinewy muscle tone.
There is nothing out of the ordinary.
A few small scars, but nothing prominent or instantly noticeable. No disabilities, no missing limbs.
Her attire consists of various pieces more noted for those of other races. Perhaps a leather kilt of the Tauren, coupled with a vest of human design or a ceremonial robe associated with Trolls. She wears bold and bright colors, preferring deep violet paired with grass green or vibrant red.
She is of average height and weight for her kind and moves with the grace and agility akin to a feline. Tied about her head is a thin leather thong, to which a plush red and golden feather hangs.
Her right arm is decked with colorful metallic bangles and her belt is lined with various fabric pouches, each containing a burden within. upon her left wrist is coiled a long braid of scarlet hair, the end adorned with a silver bell.
Two weapons does she keep: a dagger concealed beneath her garments, though readily accessible and a coiled whip at her right hip when travelling abroad.
An impeccable, clear and fluid speech when conversing in Thalassian, though a very loose, relaxed accent when speaking in Orcish. The harsher sounds of Orcish words are harder for her to form, the result being the drop of word endings and softer pronunciation of others. She swears she is getting better, though there is little to document this claim.
Friendly and quick to smile or laugh. Often times she will lend a sympathetic ear or lend a shoulder to cry on. Those who become close to her see her deeply loving nature and her softness of heart for all things. Though on occasion she will display a brief moment of melancholy, this is quickly masked and swept under the proverbial rug.
Traveler AKA Gypsy. Her main "occupation", if it is to be called such, is as one of many humble messengers of the stars - what is commonly referred to as a reader of futures.
While a rare occurrence, Draza is very adept at singing. She almost never sings, and will only do so for those she feels comfortable with.
Draza tends to see the Light in everyone. Even those who seems to be cruel and sarcastic on the outside hide a deep need and longing to be understood and loved. This can cause her to ignore red flags she receives.
She has been associated with various groups in the past, mostly picking up odd jobs here and there. She has worked aboard sailing vessels and within seaside taverns and has been known to provide consult to those that seek a steady, neutral voice. However, she remains beholden to herself and her nomadic ways.
Septen, husband
General Skybreaker, friend, deceased
Virgil, friend
Narkra and her Bloodied Blade Clan. Having been at the hands of the orcess and her torturous clan of ill-hearted ruffians, Draza has since become entirely uneasy around female Orcs-constantly keeping an eagle-like eye on their movements around her.
Her nomadic life tends to make having a pet difficult, but she keeps two companions with her; a white kitten by the name of Callum and a hawk owl by the name of Akthelos.
Mission
Humble Messenger of the Stars
Open your mind and your heart and reveal a new world.
Having been born into a family that was well versed in the art of divination and looking to the heavens for answers and deeper meaning of life, she was taught early to read subtle hints from the universe in everyday life. She developed and honed her skill, delving deep into the messages and lessons the stars placed upon each person. Understanding the deeper need for self-awareness, she devoted her skill, energy and time to carrying the messages to all through the land.
Her constant goal is to discover her inner light and lift the veil of darkness of her mind's eye to open new doors of possibilities.
History
Silvermoon City
Draza grew up around a slew of family: siblings, cousing, aunts and uncles and her parents. A nomadic family for much of the year, the Rosewood family traveled extensively, taking their talents of divination to others around the lands. A silent resentment grew increasingly louder within the family, causing the eventual upheaval of the close knit kin.
The invasion of their beloved Silvermoon, however, drew them together and they stood fighting and defending for the sake of their race and preservation. Most of the family, some later to sickness and disease as a result. Few remained in the aftermath.
A moment of sheer coincedence brought her face to face with an older cousin from long ago. The cousin confided she had sought to bring back the family and continue the legacy of divination and their nomadic ways of long ago. Though few family members could be found, Draza, her cousin and her cousin's mate set out to form a new family. In quick time did the three gather others who sought a simpler way of life, seeking the bond of others who had no one else to call family. Rya, Draza's youngest sister who had been kidnapped decades prior, joined as well... Resulting in a very teary-eyed reuinion between the three Rosewood blood.
It was not long before in-fighting began once more and slowly those of the Rosewood blood broke ties again. The in-fighting continued in the form of ill-will being harbored against others for their ways, beliefs or prejudices. Draza tried to keep the peace amongst those that remained, only to watch as the threads that bound them slowly unraveled until few were left. Many grew homesick or exhausted from the constant travel and the harsher life without conveniences.
The last blow for her was the disappearance of her lover, Erothaes Suncrown. The family was small by this point, only a small handful left. With Erothaes gone, Draza abandoned the family to search for her love.
Search efforts proved fruitless as the trail ended at Silvermoon City and there she resided for near a year in despair. The city walls proved to be to much for her and as much as she hoped to find Erothaes once more, she felt the need to move on. Holding a light in her heart for him, she began the preparation to begin her nomadic lifestyle again.
However, mere days before she was set to leave, a drastic change in plans cast her world into the dark. A simple walk to listen and accompany a previous client turned into a dark plot to capture Draza and her abilities to further the nefarious plans of the Bloodied Blade Clan.
Enslaved and without close ties of those who would notice her disappearance, Draza was at the mercy of the old Horde Clan. She managed to escape; however, not without a struggle and a sacrifice on her part.
Draza returned to Silvermoon, her refuge, to re-think her plans and her position, finally making the decision to establish Silvermoon as her home base once more and to continue travel as needed.
A new era of awakening presented itself to her during a night of unrelenting turmoil of the past, opening her eyes to move on ever forward to obtain the great happiness she desires. As one door closed, many more opened...
New friends she made in short time, forming bonds with them and finding space to trust them as they trusted her. One friend in particular earned her trust and confidence and soon they found their way into each other's heart. Their bond was strong and it seemed nothing would break them apart. However, a premonition came to Draza, one that foretold of a pain and anger between the two of them, and in an attempt to stave off that anguish, Draza sent him away.
She was lost, unsure what to do with herself and secluded herself away for much of the time. Septen, during this time, was going through his own life-altering anguish and pain, one that would change him greatly in the months to come. As their worlds were torn from each other, the whispers of the ending of the world began to run through the streets. Hearing that Orgrimmar was in the height of the rumors, she traveled there.
She spent weeks there, watching and waiting. However, the greatest surprise came when she was met face to face with Septen. He was gaunt, a shell of what he had been months before. Their reunion was teary-eyed and painful, yet forgiveness was given to her. That night, he would not take no for an answer and carried Draza away from Azeroth, feeling something greatly amiss in the world.
After three years together, heartbreak and joy, sickness and health, the two tied the knot under the rainy skies of Mulgore.
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The Rosewood family had always been rather skilled with divination and seeking meaning from the heavens above. In early childhood, the offspring were taught to focus and hone in on auras, apparitions and other ethereal hints of the universe that surrounds everyone and thing. Tapping into this ability, children learned their strengths. Draza's happens to be that of relaying the lessons of the stars to others.
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Narkra
Cordillia Angelprice
Mihai
Septen
Journal
Changes of Heart
Created On: 01/25/2011 14:30:32
Dusk fell over the Orcish city, casting it into a symphony of dancing shadows as the always lit braziers played their part and came to life. Though the streets and lanes were still bustling with the noise of activity, Draza sat in her small, cozy apartment quiet and still. Callum, the small white cat that rarely left her side, rested upon a table near the window curled with its tail hugging his body. Just to the left of the sleeping feline sat an inkwell and quill, a small stack of pristine parchment waiting nearby.
Months had passed since Septen had asked for her hand and little was discussed much beyond the promise of a full bond. However, in the days past, they had begun discussing their wedding and she knew it was time to write the letter to the one person she trusted most, as elusive as he was.
Anxiety crept up on her, try as she might to begin the letter. She knew what he would say, what he would think and the look on his face. Or at least, she assumed. He was a free-spirit, much like she was and his ideas and outlook closely matched her own in many areas. He had been her saving grace more than once, providing an ear for one who counseled countless others.
She rose, allowing the plain colored robe flow behind her and trail the floor, and sat at the table. Delicately, she plucked the quill from its base with her left hand and in a curvy and fluid script, began to pen the letter.
"Dear Kai,
I hope this letter finds you happy and healthy... I have wondered often where you are these days, as it seems to be harder and harder for either one of us to find the other. To say that I miss you is an understatement of grand proportions. You have been a blessing these past few years and whether you realize it or not, I am deeply grateful for the friendship you have given me. Words will never truly express how I feel..."
Draza paused, pulling back her hand and reading over the words. Yes, it was a good start and she was pleased, but the next few lines were hard to word.
"I find no easy way to word this, Kai, as I know in the past we have discussed our views on this very subject. But, Kai... Even ones our age can have a change of heart. You did, and now.. So do I.
Do you remember meeting Septen? We have found our way back to each other and this time, we will not let go. Septen proposed and I accepted. "
The wording was choppy and choked, though she could not think of any other way to say it. Had she her way, she would tell him face to face.
"I realize that I always said I would never be married, that I did not want that life. I honestly never considered myself as a marrying type of person, at least not then. You knew I was changing my mind, Kai... About marriage and that bond between two. Our last conversation pointed this out. I know this is surprising to you in some way, and I cannot explain the why behind the change of heart. Perhaps being separated from him made me realize exactly how my heart felt. By the stars above, there are things I want now that I did not want before...How can I deny what my heart yearns for?"
She sat back in the chair, releasing a heavy sigh. Little she normally cared of what others thought, yet his words she respected highly, nearly as much as she respected Septen's. She did care what Kai thought, yet, she could not disrespect his right to his feelings about her marriage.
"I do not know how far you are but I am asking you to honor me by coming to the wedding. The Faire will be coming its way to Mulgore two or three moons from now and it is there that we have planned to be make the seal of our bond. I ask as a friend... as a family member, please try to come. It is more than a want, it is a need.
I miss you and love you, friend. Please be well.
Draza Goldfox"
Beneath her signature she drew a nine-pointed star and rolled the letter into a scroll. She held the scroll in her hand and hesitated a moment before going to the window and calling upon the grey owl perched upon the rafters. As the owl flew off with the letter tied about its leg, she retreated to her bed and prayed the letter would find him.
Sorrow
Created On: 12/27/2010 06:57:49
Draza sat in silence as the sun dawned over the plains of Nagrand. Though sleep was elusive, she had done what she could to force weariness into her body. Much of it consisted of consuming sedative-like teas, however, it only awarded her a couple hours of rest at best. She had lied awake staring off into the unknown while her mind ran rampant of dark thoughts. Shame was a mighty beast and Septen's condition was a constant reminder. Part of her was thankful he was blind and could not see the silent tears she wept in his presence, yet a greater part had wished she had never made the choice to begin with.
The decision had been right at the time. She saw it, the pained reaction towards one another, one unable to look at the other and harbored, unspoken feelings and wants. "I did the right thing.. Did I not? To see a bond crumble is not the fate I wish. How could I have known? I am not infallible." Guilt filled her belly and surged through her veins quickly causing her to close her eyes in near sickness of what had happened.
Septen was slowly being nourished back to health and his love for her never seemed to falter, even if she was the cause of his current state. Idly, her fingers twirled the golden dragon ring he had gifted her. They would be married. A moment's elation lifted her if only for a brief second then died as quickly as it came, completely consumed by a torrent of sadness, anger and guilt. Sadness for Septen being the way he was now. Anger at herself for being who she was. And the guilt... Her action did not only serve to alter Septen but others as well. She was ashamed for it, even if Celarya had called her sister and Kiah was unwaveringly understanding. She still felt ethereal hands cover her face and hide when they were present. Draza did not wish for the others to see her.. she was a monster in her own eyes.
Draza shifted on the grass, stretching her legs far out and draping her skirts over them. A mild discomfort at her right hip forced her to shift a pouch there. A bulge from within made adjustment difficult and, without thinking what pouch it was, she pulled it open to shift its contents. To her surprise a card was jutting from the deck and curiously she pulled it out, in hopes to hide it back with the others. Yet it caught her eye and she held it up to view only to cry openly a few moments later, tears streaming unrestrained down her reddened cheeks.
The card fell to the earth as she buried her body and face into the soft grass, allowing her tears to fall to the soil. Beside her the card of Sorrow laid face up to the sky.
Orgrimmar, pt. 2
Created On: 11/15/2010 12:59:08
Stars twinkled overhead in the midnight sky and Draza smiled innocently. She blinked once, twice, then sighed. The bluff was quiet and serene as the settlement slumbered around her.
"I am sorry, Lady Draza," came a hollow voice beside her. Slowly she turned her head, frowned and stared at the Forsaken gentleman with great confusion.
"...What?" was her response, small like a child's voice.
Virgil reached a bony hand to her forehead and made strange gestures before it that she clearly did not understand. "What has been seen cannot be unseen," he said before withdrawing his hand. "I will do what I can to help. He meant well."
On cue, she looked up and whimpered. The stellar twinkling in the sky did not meet her gaze, instead an expanse of millions upon millions of eyes staring back at her. Her breath caught in her chest feeling as if their gaze bored deep into her mind and soul. Draza's face contorted grotesquely into a horrific expression. What terror seized her heart thrust the held breath into a pathetic "No!" Her body trembled and shook as if a great chill had entered her bones. Instinctively she hugged herself, squeezing tightly to stop the shivering, yet the trembles grew in their intensity, becoming violent enough to shake the ground.
"Not now!" she screamed and stumbled, losing her footing and slipping off the edge of the towering bluff. The ground rose swiftly to meet her free fall and her heart sank like an anchor.
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Draza woke with a bodily jerk, sending Callum the cat into a panicked leap from the bed. The rumbles of the earth had roused her from her slumber and she sat up quickly to stare out of the window. Though the glow of the fires barely lit the city of Orgrimmar, it was enough for her to focus on and ground herself back to the present. Try as she might to recall the visual scenes of the dream, she was left only with the lingering feeling of anguish.
She tried to coax the cat back into the bed, rubbing her fingers against the pad of her thumb and clicking her tongue towards him. He sat preening himself, at first ignoring her gestures, clearly miffed that she would disturb the peace. However, after a few moments, he stopped, lifted his head to peer at her fingers and leapt suddenly back into her bed. As he settled into her lap once more, Draza nestled under the covers again. Though the cat would fall asleep, she would spend the rest of the night wide awake.
Orgrimmar
Created On: 11/07/2010 03:06:18
She'd kept her promise long enough and well, she thought, as she crossed the gates of Orgrimmar.
Word traveled fast in Azeroth and when she picked up on the rumors of change in Orgrimmar, she knew she had to move. Draza felt a twinge of guilt burn her stomach as she looked back towards the land outside the city, barely shrugging it off with the thought that Septen was in good hands.
There seemed to be more people around than any other time she had witnessed and the energy was frantic, chaotic and laced with the scent of fear and worry. A few of the women orcs stood around a gruff looking guard, waving their hands and nearly shouting at him for help. As she passed she heard one say "He's a fool! Bring him back!" The guard was trying his best to calm the women and keep his cool.
Draza gave a bounce, hoisting the backpack up a little further on her back, a long meow erupting just behind her left ear. The small white cat shifted on her shoulder, its tail curling around her forehead as he agily balanced himself to her shifting weight.
"Easy, Callum.. easy," she cooed and stood near a tree to survey her surroundings. She could hear the normal buzz around the auction house and the bank and could see many making their way hurriedly through the street. Everyone seemed on high alert and even she felt anxious and uneasy after only a few moments. Her eyes caught a few running towards The Drag and soon after, she followed, her curiosity piqued.
Nearer and nearer she drew, she could hear shouting and the voice of one preaching.
A male orc stood atop a box, trying to get his brothers and sisters to hear him. The crowd that had gathered were shouting to him angrily, some pleadingly. Draza stopped a moment and listened to the man's word, watching him and the men and women.
Destruction was close. Then end of the world, of an era. The orc was sure, preaching his belief to the masses that would listen. Though some mocked him, he still spoke of the demise of the people and the need to join him and others who were prepared to enter the world in a new form.
Death and destruction. The words echoed in her mind as her surroundings drifted away and the whispers rose over the din of those around her. Her sight was replaced with a chaotic swirl of orange, red and black. She could hear cries and shouts and she felt as if her skin surged with blistering heat. Though she stood still and clung tightly to the straps of her backpack, her mind was immersed in the chaos of the dreams that had haunted her sleep-now alive and real before her.
Yet something else emerged from that scene, one that had not been noticed in the months she had had the dreams; a shift in the energy of chaos from which there was a sense of perseverance and renewal. It was fleeting, a suddenness that that jolted Draza back to the present with a gasp of breath. Her eyes made a quick study of the area, no one noticing for they were far too engrossed in the man on the box.
Quietly, she made a retreat and headed for the inn, wondering if these were her last days.
The Seeker, The Mother and The Dreamer
Created On: 10/26/2010 06:56:28 Edited By Draza Goldfox On: 10/26/2010 07:00:26
It had been near two months since she had pulled the cards, though the constant whisperings of the stars never having left her in that time. They never had. For as long as she could remember, she heard them and listened, watching her family around her and learning. As a child she would tug her mother's skirts and speak to her the whispers she heard. It was obvious what her role in the family was to be and she was given into her Oma's mentoring.
And now...
She was reluctant, knowing what she did and accepting it as truth. What had been seen could not be unseen.
"As a little girl I would watch the gypsies come through the city and never would my mother let me near them. I've always been curious to have a reading..." The Forsaken woman was oddly hopeful, the interest to fulfill a curiosity that she clung to even in death marked in her voice.
"As a little girl..." That piece resonated in her and internally she sighed, knowing she was giving in to the child that lived still deep within the woman. Everyone carried within them a small child version of themselves that clung to hopes, beliefs and fears. Draza had a special place in her heart for children, how could she say no, even if this one was speaking through an adult?
She felt the cards in her hands,and their familiarity, and gazed at the vividly painted backs. He had made them for her, to replace the other deck so worn and faded from decades of use. These were just the right fit for her hands and she felt connected to them and to him in that way, though he was gone. Like a professional gambler, she shuffled the deck skillfully, adding a few personal touches of flair she had picked up years before on the ships she had sailed.
The woman waited, as many others before had, with bated breath as the cards were revealed one by one:
The Seeker
"He is the unstoppable force-like the sun who cannot be deterred from rising each morn, so are you not to be stopped from your own forward progression. Let no one or thing stand in your way as you seek your purpose and face your path."
The Mother
"A mother's role goes beyond the birth of a physical child. A mother is any who gives birth to an idea. See her hand upon her belly? Comfort, care, nurture.. these are what makes a mother just that. Protect and allow your ideas to grow and blossom..cultivate them with the proper care and you -will- see them come to fruition."
The Dreamer
"Pay close attention to what appears when you dream and, then, what appears when you do not. Note the similarities and also their differences. However...be very mindful as to what and how you dream as dreams do have a way of coming true. The negative can manifest along with the positive. Just as my Oma used to say "Be careful what you wish for, you just may get it!"
The woman was pleased, even commenting that the stars favored her. Draza could only smile, her own heart uneasy by the message, her mind twisting with dark worries. "I hope the reading was all you had hoped it to be," she remarked with genuine sincerity. For she truly wanted to please the child that spoke through the woman. As the woman stood, ready to depart, she offered a blessing to Draza for payment of her kindness and willingness.
She accepted, knowing it would at least leave her some small comfort... for a short while.
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I noticed your journal entry called Dante's Prayer. All i can say is that i am glad to find another person that likes Loreena McKennitt. And the fact that you are a Blood Elf is just a bonus.
Created On: 02/17/2010 10:47:39 Edited By Draza Goldfox On: 02/17/2010 10:48:13
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