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This is my lovely WoW OC Norris Norae’thul. You can check out his blog at @noraethul .I couldn’t decide if I wanted to do the emo/gothic looking for him. So I went with both! I’m thinking about dying his hair black with the purple strand now ICly.  Don’t forget to check out my progress blog! @awfully-awkward-artist

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Norris’ Engagement Ring

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Norris: Friend Jealousy? I Think Not!

  The words which Falenor said were muted to him. He could only hear his heart and see the kiss which was forcefully shared between the Shal’dorei and him. Something in him finally shattered, but he didn’t know what. He was capable of pulling off the facade all afternoon, but it was slowly worn down to this one moment. Chipped away to nothing but a hurt feeling. He aggressively shook his head and spun on his heels. “Have a good night you two.” He called out before briskly walking away. Once he bound around the corner, tears started to silently poured from his dark emerald eyes. He couldn’t stop them, nor did he try to wipe them for he knew it would be for nothing. He didn’t know how to stop it, but he knew how to hide it. How to cover these emotions with ease- by running. He made his way to the gate and left the city, hiking as far away from the gate as he could before collapsing in the grass on his hands and knees. His glasses fell onto the grass, slowly becoming covered in teardrops as he pounded his fire infused hand against it- burning a dark spot into the vegetation.   “Why. . The fuck. . Does it hurt. . “ He hiccuped, wheezing just a bit as he forced himself to crawl to the base of the tree. Norris began to focus on his right hand, which already held a faint orange-ish red glow to it. As his focus increased, the exterior of the translucent red coating gained light purple sparks that traveled up and down the hand. Balling it up, he began to slam his fist into the tree over, and over, and over again. Each hit became stronger, the wood splintering and becoming scorched on contact. He wasn’t always accurate, having missed and made indentions elsewhere. After one last hit, which he was able to feel through the arcane and fire, he stopped and sank back into the ground. The magic which was wound around his hand began to dissipate and he created a barrier around him. All the sounds which he made were muted. He was able to scream, wail, and cry as loudly as he wanted to without anyone hearing.   The barrier prevented him from being heard, but it also prevented him from hearing things. He didn’t hear the hard beating of wings or the appearing footsteps behind him, let alone the words that were being said to him. He quietly curled into a near-complete ball with his hands on his face to hide. When he felt the unknown hand reach through the bubble to brush against his cheek, he slowly pulled his hands away from his face. The bubble which absorbed all his verbally feelings popped, his focus was lost due to the touch.   Ever so subtly, his long ears twitched as he heard a familiar voice as his tears were tried. "Hey now...Don't cry. I'm sorry, o-okay? I didn't mean for it to go that far..."

  Reluctantly he peered over his shoulder to see Fal’driz, not noticing that the Shal’dorei’s hand was burnt due to his barrier just yet. He jerked his head back forward, shaking it roughly as he whined. “Liar, liar, liar!”

  Behind him, Fal’riz shook his head, wiping his own face against his shoulder. "I thought I promised I would never lie to you," he said with a lopsided grin, brushing the hair from Norris's face. "Sit up Princess...this really, really hurts."

  Despite wanting to protest, Norris shakily pushed himself up and turned to face the Shal’dorei. He was frowning and tears still rolled down his cheeks though no longer at a fast rate. His eyes were drying up.

  Forcing a smile, Fal’driz pressed his injured arm to his midsection. "I'm not lying. I'm sorry I was just. . . angry, alright? I didn't mean to make you so upset."

  The magister’s ears wilted and he grew quiet for a brief moment before speaking, "You. . didn't have to come. . " His voice was hoarse and dry. "I didn't want to ruin your night with Smokes by me being upset. . ."

  Fal’driz sighed, grabbing the mage by the front of his shirt and promptly pulled him into a soft, one-armed hug. His voice was low, murmuring something into Norris's ear as he gently rubbed his back. "How could I not come when the reason for my night having stars is upset?"

  When those words brushed against Norris’ ears his posture relaxed. He melted into the larger elf’s arms, sniffling quietly as he nuzzled his head against the man’s neck. A very faint half-smile formed on his lips and he closed his eyes, quiet but at ease now. @starstained-outcast

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Norris’ new look!

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Maron’s Walk Home

“Well, well. Isn’t this a mighty surprise.” Cooed an ethereal voice backed with whispers. Maron stopped right in his tracks, withdraw both sword and shield. Tired dark forest green eyes began to search his immediate as he tried to find the source of the voice. The forest was too dark to properly see, though he knew that he heard no footsteps following him. “Reveal yourself.” He growled. “Such a precious, precious little thing! I don’t know why Big Sis didn’t grab you instead of that starboy. A Light-ling whose Light is going out? Such a shame for him, but a tasty, rare find for me. It muuust be my lucky day.” Behind him was the sound of wings batting and leaves shaking. He spun around with his shield close and sword out. His eyes turned wide as he saw a tall Kaldorei in armor as black as the night. His face was covered by clean, white porcelain mask with two red runes inscribed vertically which went over the eye holes. Upon further inspection, he realized there weren’t any eyes. Black and dark violet mist poured from the slits. The fact there was an infinite smile carved into it didn’t help- it stretched from one cheek to the other. “What do you plan on doing? You are too weak after tonight.” Cooed the elf as he approached Maron, who obviously back-peddled. “Get back, foul Alliance.” Snarled the Blood Knight as he was backed into a tree. “Or what? You’ll. . . Poke me to death?” Slowly, the Kaldorei walked his index and middle finger from the tip of his sword to the hilt. The shadows which the tree had cast over them he manipulated to hold Maron still. “That’s a nice look on you. Nothingness. I bet you taste as divine as Versosa.” He purred, pushing his masked face nearly against his. He had only left about an inch of room between them. “Hopelessness, check. Loneliness, check. Lost? Check.” He leaned back, giggling. “What. . What do you plan on doing with your life? You seem unhappy. You seem unsatisfied. You seem like you want to die!” Maron tried to talk but no words came out. What the hell did he do?! “You are weak. You have no purpose. You try and you try and you try- but what do you get out of trying. Nothing! Absolutely n-o-t-h-i-n-g! You wonder why you try. You wonder why you keep fighting, why you wake up in the morning because it’s not that you want to do it.” He walked away, pausing and looking over his shoulder. “You do it as a distraction from the fact you are nothing but an insecurity pup that needs the approval of Mommy, Daddy, and half of Silvermoon to be happy. Am I right? I think I’m right. And now that you are weak. Not that you’ve stopped feeling, your magical prowess is leaving with it. Given, you always ‘Always have the Light!’ you said. ‘The Light will never go out in my heart!’ you said. But just like the Elements, just like the Loa, just like the Goddesses and Gods- their granted power can’t last forever. Especially when you start doubting them.” The Kaldorei turned around, placing his hands on his hips. “And you are doubting the all Holy Light. You are wondering why it has put you here. Why it has you suffering so. Why that no matter how devoted you are, you receive just as much acknowledgment as the squire. That’s because your just Light is too fair my boy. But you know what isn’t fair? The Void- ehem. Lady Verdelle. She rewards those who give their undying devotion to her. The more you believe, the stronger you become. The same goes for me, my battle-worn sweetheart. I shall not push you to this, but soon enough that sparkle in your eye will go out. You’ll be nothing but a spellblade at best. If that. But I’ll let you pick, handsome. You don’t have long it seems. You placed your last little bit of faith in the Light tonight just to resume not caring and believing in it after what it did for you. You seem ungrateful, but I don’t blame you. I’d be too if the Light only helped me on occasion.” Slowly, he approached Maron and tapped the elf’s nose lightly. The feeling of void touching his skin caused him to wince.  “Just think about it. You have a little time. And once you say the y-e-s that means that you, me, and Versosa can do a little three-man tango. I just want to make you happy unlike everyone else. They want to use you, abuse you. You are nothing but a pawn to them- but you and me? Oh baby, once you get Her glorious blessing we are going to be the best of friends. Until then, dear. Be careful on your way home. You don’t know what kind of snakes are in these woods, and I don’t mean those people who you call friends.” In a puff of smoke, the elf vanished and Maron’s movement was granted back to him. He looked around as his expressionless face finally formed panic. What was that? Who was that? What and who was he talking about? There were so many questions swimming around the Sin’dorei’s head. He looked down as his blade and shield, trembling a bit as the man’s words began to replay in his mind constantly. Vigorously he shook his head and sheathed his sword and shield, walking back to Silvermoon. He needed a drink- or twenty- to forget this.

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1 and 8

1. What is their go-to dance move? (Something similar to this was answered. Check it out here) Maron: Something simple or classy Norris: Something slutty Azaonia: Something comedic 8. Would they ever kill someone? Maron: “I don’t believe in killing people. Usually. . . But if you are hurting others I wouldn’t give it a second thought on striking you down.” Norris: “N-no. . Never.” In the back of his mind he was screaming yes and was listing all the people he wanted dead. Azaonia: “Do I want to? No. Have I? Don’t tell my brothers or my parents- but of course, I have! Self-defense, baby!”

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7. For all of them.

7. Would they rather go swimming or be by the bonfire? Maron: “Bonfire. I don’t like getting wet.” Norris: “Swimming- specifically away from everyone to skinny dip.” Azaonia: “Swimming! I get to show off my wonderful beach body~” Novilean: “Tch, bonfire.” Cayly: “Bonfire! I love watching the flames.” Vyarir: “At home. I would rather be at home” Maron: “You know what, same father. Same.”

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18 & 28 for Norris!

18. Do they have a sense of humor? Norris snorts, “Of course I do! My entire life is a fucking joke! If I didn’t go along with it and laugh at everything, then I’d have high blood pressure or super depressed.” 28. What is a useless talent that they have? “Uhhh. . . None of my talents are useless! Duh. Everything I do is useful to everyone. Like, I can tie cherry stems with my tongue.” Maron chimes in, “That’s useless.” Norris rolls his eyes, “To you maybe.” “The most useless talent of his, I believe, is his talent for attracting trouble.” Norris glared at Maron,“Hey!” 

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Ask me a number/question and tell me which Norae’thul!

Random OC Questions

What is their go to dance move?

How big is their immediate family?

Do they get along with their family? Explain why or why not.

Who would they consider close friends?

What do they like to wear? What colour would you most likely see them in?

How would you describe their face?

What would they rather go swimming of be by the bonfire?

Would they ever kill someone?

What is their biggest secret?

How do they handle stress?

When in a tough situation, would they use their words or their actions to try and get out of it?

What is one of their happiest memories?

Do they have any pets? If so, what type and what are their names, if not, is there a reason why?

When looking back on their choices, do they feel as if they made the right ones in life?

Who do they turn to for advice?

Where do they feel the happiest?

If a person were to just look at your character without knowing anything about them, what would be the first thing that pops into their head?

Do they have a sense of humour?

What are their strengths?

When faced with a problem, do they tackle it or procrastinate until it needs immediate attention?

What is their greatest fear? Explain.

Do they get impulsive trying to get revenge?

Have they ever done something that they regret to this day? Explain.

Who would try trust with their life?

How do they grieve?

Are they forgetful? Explain the things they do that make them forgetful?

What is a pet peeve of theirs?

What is a useless talent that they have?

Do they cheat at board games?

What would be there favourite thing to do at a carnival?

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What would the twisted evil/villain versions of the Norae'thul crew be?

Maron - Kingpin

Norris - Robbie Rotten

Azaonia - Harley Quinn

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What would completely break your character? (Az)

Physical and mental abuse paired with torture. It would have to be done nonstop for days. She acts all tough and whatnot, but she can’t take torture, beatings, and corruption like the boys can. The boys were raised on destruction, she wasn’t.

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What seemingly insignificant memories is stuck in their head? (Maron)

One of the minor, yet insignificant memories, stuck in his head is probably his adopted cousin having a crush on him. It lingers in the back of his mind. He doesn’t constantly think of it. But, Lowen adored his older cousin, Maron, to death. He was just smitten by him and Maron noticed. He was still a player back then, but he thought it was weird. He just ignored it. Lowen is the reason Maron doesn’t like Norris. Lowen loved Maron romantically. Norris loved Lowen romantically. Maron had to kick Lowen out of the family just to protect him from his brother because Norris started to act psycho. Maron will never admit that this is where the root of his homophobia comes from, along with his deep hatred for Norris.  One of the major memories which is stuck in his head, which he now considers insignificant thought he’s lying to himself, is Katasia’s arranged marriage. For the longest, he saw it as betrayal and it slowly became nothing to him. She was supposed to wait for him to get done with his squireship and she didn’t. She was forced to marry someone and it hurt a lot. Every time he thinks about her still, he thinks of that and it controls his actions, causing him to distance himself from potential love interests because he’s afraid that they’ll just find someone else if he were to leave for work. Another one would be her death. He still relives hearing the news in his dreams sometimes. When she died, she took his emotions and heart with her to the other side.

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Musical Norae'thuls! What would they all do if they found themselves unable to speak outside of singing, musical style!

Norris and Azaonia would be absolutely excited! Novilean, Maron, and Vyarir would be annoyed. Cayly wouldn’t care too much. Maron would probably just never talk again. He’s a wonderful singer, he just doesn’t want to face up to it. Azaonia sounds like a dying horse so she uses Norris to cover her.  Bonus musicals that represent people. Lady Cayly Bae’themar-Norae’thul: Take a Break - Hamilton Lord Vyarir Norae’thul: Non-Stop - Hamilton Lord Maron Norae’thul: Wait for Me - Hadestown  Norris Norae’thul: Meant to be Yours - Heathers Azaonia Norae’thul:  We Got Work To Do - STARKID Firebringer Novilean A’aria: Micheal in the Bathroom - Be More Chill Featuring... ‘Lord’ Perhaus Bae’themar: Blue - Heathers  Lady Vernice Bae’themar: First Burn - Hamilton  “Nauzio”: Sincerely, Me - Dear Evan

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For the parents: What do they think of the Cindergleam girls? Do they know about Amora? Do they like Mirith?

Cayly: “I’ve heard wonderful things about Amora! Norris was fawning over her for a bit until he said something or another about that fell in love with her guard. He sorta stopped talking about her since then. Occasionally he’ll say a thing or two about her. From my understanding, she’s such a precious gem who had an awful father. I’m glad she was able to get free from him! I’ve met Mirith. She’s wonderful. She reminded me of Katasia, the girl who grew up alongside Maron. She wasn’t as headstrong as her though. But her shyness is spot on. Katasia would appear so innocent before us, but we knew she would beat Maron up for fun. I hated seeing Maron break it off with her and pick Delrin. Zara? I don’t like her. I have half the mind to tell my father about her ugliness towards my son! She deserves to have her soul reaped straight from her body. I don’t care how nice Norris said she is. She hurt one of my boys!” Vyarir: “Amora sounded rather nice from what Maron said. I don’t speak to Norris, nor do I believe a single thing that he says. Which is why when he visited and spoke about how wonderful of a woman this ‘Zara Cindergleam’ was, I doubted him from the start. He’s delusional and his word should never be trusted. Just like he called Mirith a witch from Drustvar. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Zara is a monster and Mirith is rather wonderful. I wish I could talk some sense into that son of mine. If he had any common sense, he’d marry her. He’s not going to find a woman as good as him. Not even Delrin fits the description. After all, she’s a filthy commoner. I can’t believe my prized son had a child out of wedlock with her. Such a shame. Mirith and he could’ve taken this world by storm.”

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To Maron: I've seen a mention of a 'Khell' who is this person? Also, if Khell offer's more, why not follow your heart? You could make this new woman your lover and sire children on her and make this Khell your wife/husband. Would still give you everything you'd need or want and you'd be happy.

“Khell is my male suitor. He is my fiancee, I would say. My heart says nothing. It is buried six feet under the ground with a woman I grew up with. The new woman I am with- or was with- I’d never do something like that to her. She deserves better. She deserves someone who can love her, not just use her like a breeding mare. That’s why I let her go.”

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Norris: Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

A vacation in Wintersprings. He would feel most comfortable in a cabin somewhere that was in a super cold place. He’d hope the cabin would have a window seal which he could lounge and read in while snuggled up in a warm blanket. He would feel so peaceful and comfortable there. 

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👗 Dress all 3 Norae'thuls and Novilean

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