Wildfire Riders

Vadras Joseph Boleyn III

At first what you may see is a young, calculating man. He's only just recently been thrown into the arms of the cold, cruel world. You see Vadras is a noble of Stormwind, but what he does not know is that his body is only a vessel for a much darker, greater power. He carries the very essence of the God of Death, Yogg-saron. While he does not know this, strange things are happening to his body and he isn't sure what to do with them, although he is craving young women ever more these days... His dark aura of power instantly transforms the clothes of all nearby women into that of Japanese Schoolgirl uniforms.

( Seeking mature RP only, there will be tentacles involved )

(ANOTHER AWESOME ONE FOR INSPIRATION GUYS. Taken straight from game.)

Average height and build for her race. Long silky hair normall falls to her waist in a loose, but beautiful braid. Fluid and graceful, her casual demeanor bespeaks a sexappeal unknown to her, though many others see it without knowing. When heard in song, her kind weap for the beauty of her voice. Mercurial in her temperament it is not wise to anger this one. She is never without her daggers, even if you don't see them. Tucked in a boot, a bodice, under her hair. Anger and vengance are not new to her, just channeled differently than one would expect.

Once, a long silver chain hung from her neck. Upon it was a beautifully wrought silver band with carvings that seemed to move on their own. It is not there now. A symbol of her life left behind, seeking what she might in what time she might have with this new foe on the horizon. Loyal to those she calls friend and family to a fault, she is just as viscious to the enemy and those who cross her.

A haunted look falls upon her face of late. She can be seen folding and unfolding a parchment that looks well worn, stained and about to fall apart.With each unfolding of this parchment, the hate in her heart grows, it shows in her eyes. She is almost always alone now. Often found in taverns, drinking to ladies, battle, pain and dead friends.......

Ahhh the poor tortured youth of our time. Nobody understands them and their inner turmoil.

Sometimes you just have to beat that turmoil out of them. >.>

{I remember reading this and thinking it sounded like fun. So:}

Honnete the Emerald Babe
Honnete's beauty strikes you as soon as you see her. Despite her emerald orcish skin and her small fangs her features are fine, a legacy from her human mother. {She's the secret daughter of Thrall and that chick in the Escape from Durnholde dungeon, can't remember her name. The chick had to give her up when she was born bcos she looked like an orc so she took her to an orc village that had just been burned out. And luckily some passing trolls found her and raised her as there own.Honnete doesn't know this herself.) She has a sekrit tattoo on her bum that you won't see unless you get on VERY good terms with her. But her Mom put it there so she could find her again, and Thrall knows he has a daughter with a speshul tattoo.

Honnete has flowing long red hair which flows down over her perfect big breasts and small waist to her rounded hips. She's really buff. Every man who see's her longs to own her, and some of the women too.

Her Mom is best friends with King Varian Wrynn now bcos they both know about orcs. So once Honnete finds out who she is she'll be able to make peace between humans and orcs and be famous 4eva.

(Mature roleplayer, looking for any kind of contact if u know what I mean.)

{Ouch, that was really hard to write. But fun. *giggled all the time*}

OMG Honn. So Thrall will realize it's his own daughter after he's found the tattoo... if you know what I mean. That's just horrible!!

Or is it all in my head?? >.>

Anyway, well done. I lol'd.

~Jjun