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, which is worn in a single loose braid, the tail of which hangs to her waist.
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. However, she is too easy to trust.
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.
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, partner
Wolf, brother
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. Two are often seen with her; Wolf (her brother), a quiet man of blonde hair hovering protectively over her when he is near and Septen (her lover), a mysterious man of scarlet locks possessing a calm serenity about his presence.
Recently, she has managed to successfully enter the human capital under a heavy disguise and alternate identity.
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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
Untitled Entry 11
Created On: 07/09/2010 17:58:16
There are times, when I have been away for a long period of time, that I find adjusting to a settled abode takes more effort than to adjust living in motion. I have returned from another such lengthy journey and am not coping with the change so well. I have sat watching others drift past me in the city, noting how disconnected they seem. Don't get me wrong, there are those who are heart centered and aware drifting amongst them, but it seems overwhelming the amount of the former.
I am somewhat disheartened being back. I am unsure fully the reason of the difficult transition, but its physically noticeable. My body and energy feels weakened and drained. I would say to contribute it to the remedy the priestess gave me to calm the sharpness of the words in my mind, but this does not resonate with me to be the answer.
The din in my mind is lessened by the concoction the priestess made for me weeks ago. Since the fall, I cannot seem to rid my head of the voices.. whispers but so many all at once and its a loud roar. While Wolf's quick fix helped, he has been sight unseen by me to pry from him what it was made of. Luckily, the priestess knew what herbs to use and created something less mind-numbing as the poison that he used. Septen did what he could as well, though, what has come of his search I do not know. Little has been said of it.
The pain sears my temples time and time again, especially when there is one near me in which their whispers are so loud I am surprised they cannot hear.
...I can barely write for now. Perhaps another day...
Untitled entry 10
Created On: 06/08/2010 11:40:10
Something has been amiss.
It is known that animals are greatly attuned to their environment, a bond that is more than just a connection with the earth beneath their feet-but with the air and the water and deeper still. So much so that days before a great storm they will flee their sanctuary to find higher ground. Their awareness is more pure, I am convinced, than what we ourselves possess naturally.
I will not say that the city is not already full of odd people of peculiar behaviour, but as of late there has been a rise in such behaviours.. The level of rudeness has increased three fold. A sense of survival seems heightened, though due to nothing changing directly within their lives. Those who seemed to be sane and full of clarity are now showing signs of unease and agitation in action and word. I've said nothing, only watched.. til now.
I found Maibo.. or should I say, he found me, as he is known to do. Yet his demeanor has changed drastically. Where once he would have scooped me upon his shoulder like a I was his child, he now speaks few words, looking.. drunk. His words last we met have unnerved me, and I worry. He did indeed go on his trip. What struck me as odd about our talk is that he was unusually subdued in his animations. He spoke of killing.. and not on the glorious battlefield and in the name of honor-but of assassination he was ordered to perform and which he did so happily, it seems. A new clan he has found, he says... but in my bones I feel it is not one I am eager to make acquaintance with. He is... odd.
My young friend, not many weeks ago, appeared suddenly acting as if he had seen his own ghost. Never one for a hair out of place, he was disheveled.. dirty, even and refused offer of food or sustenance of any sort. I tried to to coax him, yet he fled in the night. For as emaciated as he appeared, he slipped from me like a wild cat. I have seen him twice more.. always so quiet, eyes wide and frightened.
These two merely scratch the surface. More and more I see and sense an agitation in the energies that make up who we are. Individual and in groups... There is urgency.
This I would have kept to myself, and gladly too. Of my blood family, no one is left - no one to confide in about my senses. Of my formed family, I have two. Wolf and Septen. As passionate as either of them are in their own ways and what they do, I have finally trusted Septen to tell him what I have been noticing. However, this would not have come about if I had not suffered a concussion. Since then, the messages being relayed have been coming quicker and in an aggressive way... Not through the vehicle of the cards but directly to the people themselves-though they cannot hear them, I can. I cannot bear to be in the city for long as the words and voices are too much of a din for me to ignore, even for a short while.
Septen, though.. confided in me his senses of the ethereal.. one attuned to the Light and Shadow. I dare not pen what secrets he shed to me but I know I trust him. For the first time in ages, I am struck with fear and uneasy anticipation. I do not know what is happening and wish truly I could laugh it off and chalk it up to the phases of of the moon.
Butterfly on a Wheel
Created On: 06/07/2010 07:48:12 Edited By Draza Goldfox On: 06/07/2010 18:25:31
Butterfly on a Wheel - The Mission UK
Silver and gold and it’s growing cold
Autumn leaves lay as thick as thieves
Shivers down your spine chill you to the bone
’cos the mandolin wind is the melody that turns your heart to stone
The heat of your breath carving shadows in the mist
Every angel has the wish that she’s never been kissed
A broken dream haunting in your sleep
And hiding in your smile
A secret you must keep, love cuts you deep
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
There’s no scarlet in you, lay your veil down for me
As sure as God made wine, you can’t wrap your arms around a memory
Take warmth from me, cold autumn wind cut sharp as a knife
And in the dark for me, you’re the candle flame that flickers to life
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Wise man say all is fair in love and war
And there’s no right or wrong in the design of love
And I could only watch as the wind crushed your wings
Broken and torn, crushed like a flower under the snow
And like the flower in spring
Love will rise again to heal your wings
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Tower of Strength - The Mission UK
You raise me up
When I'm on the floor
You see me through
When I'm lonely and scared
And I'm feeling true to the written word
And you're true to me
And still I need more
It would tear me apart
To feel no one ever cared
For me
You are a tower of strength to me
You stand firm and proud
When the wind blows in your face
And when the sun shines in your eyes
You just turn your head away
To me
You are a tower of strength to me
You rescue me
You are my faith
My hope
My liberty
And when there is darkness all around
You shine bright for me
You are the guiding light
To me
You are a tower of strength to me
You are all passion and heart
When I lay in your embrace
And heaven is in your kiss
Salvation lies just a touch away
To me
You are a tower of strength to me
Untitled Entry #9
Created On: 05/06/2010 13:41:33
There are times in our lives that we all reach the center of the storm. The eye is quiet, calm.. void with a silence that waits with uneasy anticipation for the next round. Yet, knowing that it is only brief, we sometimes relax, allow ourselves to breathe and enjoy that temporary serenity.
I have found it rare for another to ask me how I do what I do. To be truthful, anyone can listen provided they can let go to attachments and how things ought to be. I struck one gentleman's curiosity this afternoon upon learning my ability to listen to the heavens and ended up showing and explaining to him exactly what I did by giving him a reading... Yet, somehow, I feel this reading could apply to the entire world, if one were to open their eyes and minds to it.
It began simply enough, the card first drawn being that of The Journey. Enlightenment, the opening of doors and new opportunities rather unexpectedly. Do we not all have this in our paths? I think we do, provided we do heed the card and realize this happens with what foundations we have created within our past. Though, would it not apply whether your foundation has been solid or shaky? The chance to change or to advance yourself spiritually or emotionally...
He did not quite understand at first, though his curiosity and desire to know did not wane as I drew the next card. I explained that different cards can mean so many different things, considering the combination and what is laid upon their path by the universe. The stars know best, after all, as the card turned was Darkness. Quickly did his companion reassure him, as did I, that the card did not mean it was generally bad. When one opens doors of opportunity, there are often feelings of despair or doubt attached to it.. And it relies a great deal upon the situation and what we feel is our strongest or weakest points... Though, in the same turn, it also stresses the importance that we must keep these feelings at bay and muck through the hell and the strife that we may endure in order to come out the other side.
The gentleman lingered long upon this card, nodding finally when he realized how hand in hand the two cards fit. As I turned the final card, it struck me how much this reading was not just for one person but for all. Transcendence smiled upon us. A rebirth of self.. a new cycle of our lives based on the positive choices and energies we put forth for ourselves and the environment around us. I looked at the gentleman and his companion and wondered where they were each on their path. No sooner than I thought it than the man answered with a smile, "I am here.. Darkness."
As I walked away from the two, I wondered quietly what parts of the reading those past and present were on. Erothaes... is he knocking upon the door of Transcendence? Is Maibo mucking through the Darkness to reach the other side? Or Rya, for that matter... As for Septen... I pray the stars guide him well through the Journey, if that is where he entering.
Untitled Entry #8
Created On: 04/17/2010 12:54:17
I have taken leave of the order. I hold no animosity towards any of the members, however, I feel a tug that leads me elsewhere. I wish them prosperity and success in obtaining the higher knowledge and self-awareness they crave. I just....
Perhaps my heart is too wild, too free to be caged, even if the cage comes with an open door and no lock. Then again, my heart was not committed. It is only fair.. not only to them, but to myself.
That said, I have procured the replacements for the vardo roof. I take my leave soon, bound for Stonetalon to face the past again.
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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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Loremistress Cordillia Angelprice
