Name: Mercy Seirel.. There's a last name somewhere.
Age: Old and Hot.  Right?
Height: 5'8 ish
Weight: 165
Body Type: Dangerous curves ahead.
Physical Condition: Curiously intact for age, but age is irrelevant past a certain point.
Eye Color: Vibrant green and grey.  At the same time.  Do the math.
Hair Color and Style: Constantly changing.
Race:  A  ( Read more... )

 I have seen myself as many things, not one of which came down to this detestable option.

These leeches do not suffer any sort of setback from my power, what little I've left of it.  My own judgments poorly brought about by this onset of barraging; better suited for some coquettish play. Wrapped in overly stuffed drapes and while paying peasants ( Read more... )

The time has come.  They are after me.  They fear the Horde and Alliance will vanquish them, and I have bee rogue "long enough."

They are calling me back, calling me 'home'.  Their voices overwhelm me, for though I've grown in power, I am nothing compared to their swarming masses.

I can not fight all of this.  I need to ally myself with someone, ( Read more... )

 I hear him calling, even now.  Inside my head, he beckons.  Tells me he's figured me out.   It's blurry, it's insanity; the way he's inside of my head.  Join him.  He expects nothing less than obedience.  Nothing more than protocol ( Read more... )