Some people may be shocked to find out I wasn’t always so priest-obsessed. Once, I was a troll mage, Fireballing my way through Kara, TK, and SSC. But much like Tanwen started out as a joke (“Me? Heal? HA!”), I wanted to check out the blood elf starting area with the husband. I couldn’t roll a mage, I already had one! What to play, what to play.
And so, Auryon was born.
A blood elf hunter (because my very very very first character was a night elf hunter that lasted all of 10 levels before I defected to the Horde) with cat pet after cat pet after cat pet. After leaving the starting area, I decided that I might as well level her! Soon, she became my PvP character of choice in the golden age of BC’s “Steady Shot macro spam for top DPS” philosophy.
Sadly, she was cast aside in favor of Tanwen when my little ball of Holy Light was still in her infancy.
And that was that.
Er. Except it wasn’t.
WotLK came and went with Auryon hardly getting a second glance. In fact, I think my husband must have felt bad for my poor hunter, because he took up leveling her from 70 to 73 or so. But he had his own stable of characters to level and so it went that Auryon was left all alone and unlov…
Oh, right, not really.
Because Cataclysm was coming! And in Cataclysm, we could have the race/class combination I had always wanted: human hunters. In fact, it’s probably a good thing they didn’t exist when I started playing because my WoW story would probably be very different.
So Auryon began her journey to Wyrmrest Accord to join my other Alliance characters. But Cataclysm wasn’t out yet, even 4.0 hadn’t dropped, meaning I had to choose between night elf, draenei, or dwarf. I figured I might as well fall back to my very first character, so Auryon became…
Saturin existed as a temporary character: a outrunner from Ashenvale with extensive knowledge of northern Kalimdor in general. While her character was enjoyable, it was hard to get into much in the way of regular RP when I knew she would just end up being a human anyway.
Finally, 4.0 dropped. First order of business? Racechange Saturin to…
Abriella Delaunay. A Stranglethorn-raised hunter with a knack for stealth and fletching. (As an aside, regardless of my hunter’s incarnation, guns have never been used; she’s even somewhat adverse to crossbows… they’re all too loud.) She’s young-ish (mid-20’s) and generally in good spirits, especially when imbibing the cheap grog in Booty Bay. And for some reason, animals just seem to like her, despite the fact that she kills things.
SO. Now that I’ve written a novel about my hunter, onto the flag and outfits!
Bizarro Tanwen. You have been both human and blood elf. You have been shadow, holy, and discipline (sidenote: I am a terrible shadowpriest). You have been kidnapped, corrupted, engaged, mind-linked, suicidal, addicted to sleeping potions, nearly insane, obsessed, haunted, vengeful, and so many other random things that it’s a surprise that you’re not in therapy. You have cured a plague, killed in cold blood, survived Northrend, and returned as an entirely new you.
Now that Bizarro Tanwen is back to human (her little jaunt as a blood elf was a mistake, being that I never really got into the RP on WrA Horde-side), it was time to start documenting her outfits. This is by no means an exhaustive list but a sampling of my favorites. A lot of them us some of the same accessories (boots or bracers, for example) in the name of saving space in the bank.
So without further ado, Bizarro Tanwen’s fabulous closet! Her Flag and clothes after the jump.
It may look strange to have another post about Celarus… but this is a completely different Celarus, I assure you.
(Fun Fact: ‘Celarus’ was a randomly generated name I had for my troll hunter when I first started playing. She has since been deleted and her name lives on across multiple servers, classes, and factions.)
Celarus was a minor character in a Human Tanwen (also referred to as Bizarro Tanwen) storyline when the dear priestess was in the process of being corrupted by Fierine.
Celarus Brightamber, sister of Tanwen Brightamber, was a skilled swordswoman who volunteered to join the assault on and containment of the undead in the Plaguelands. She wrote letters home religiously at first but when the letters abruptly ceased to arrive, the Brightamber family feared the worst. Though no official confirmation was ever received, Celarus was presumed dead. The loss of her sister directly shaped Tanwen’s life from that point forward.
When Tanwen’s life grew increasingly complicated, an intimidating figure calling herself “The Messenger” appeared to both friend and foe alike. She commanded (upon threat of death) that Tanwen be protected at all costs, then disappeared.
The story the family doesn’t know, of course, is the grisly death of their beloved eldest daughter at the hands of a cruel necromancer and his minions. She fought tooth and nail and was, in fact, the last of her company standing when she was slain. As a final insult, the necromancer raised her in undeath and set her on the Lich King’s path. When Mograine claimed Acherus, she used her new-found skills to track down her sister and watch from a safe distance until things became a little too intense. Tanwen has still never seen Celarus in the flesh, as it were, despite her vivid dreams involving her sister appearing to relay important messages.
There was an epic permanent character death planned for Celarus but storylines have a way of playing themselves out before you’re ready, don’t they? She hasn’t assaulted, intimidated, or otherwise misbehaved for the better part of the year, so it was time for her to go. (Also, I will need a character slot for my worgen priestess, sooooo.)
But before her deletion, I thought it necessary to document her closet of both battlegarb and casualwear. While nothing particularly breathtaking (she’s just a level 58 DK after all), I spent quite a bit of time putting together some of her gear and wanted to share her various outfits before she disappeared forever.
Her FlagRSP entry and clothes after the jump!
Lady Allandrya Hildebrand Courcel is a Kul Tiran noblewoman rumored to be in her mid-thirties, but I wouldn’t suggest attempting to confirm her age with her. She adheres to a strict set of rules regarding interaction, conduct, speech, and of course attire. She is polite and cordial, her presence befitting a woman of her station. If you ask her profession, she will feign a yawn and preface the explanation with a quip about it being terribly boring to those not involved in the field, but that she specializes in the destruction and subsequent reassembly of magical components into useful items or compounds. She enjoys long rides through Duskwood, fine Dalaran wines, and ritual torture.
An alchemist and demonologist, Lady Courcel has used her free time and fortune-by-marriage to further her studies in both the arcane and the arts only whispered about in dark allies and musty dungeons. A connoisseur of imported wines, her flasks and bottles are rumored to contain somewhat more than the purported sparkling white wine. Those that imbibe her offered spirits have spoken of memory lapses, strange desires, and… well… some haven’t been able to speak at all.
But you’re not here to read about my devious warlock noble, are you?
Of course not.
So instead of continuing to wax Mary Sue about my current favorite RP character, I will instead present: The Closet of a Malevolent Noblewoman.
“Shut up and drink the wine, darling.”