✧ Amunet An'serrar ✧
Are the stories to be believed, Amunet hails from distant corners of Azeroth wielding elegance & grace like many of her kin, at least to the untrained eye. For though her eyes are of gold, & her bronze complexion is beholden to the elves of Quel’thalas, something about the woman sets her apart, be it her air of secrecy, or the web of lies she spins the second one might find themselves in her presence. There can be little doubt she is an elf, but that is where certainties end.Highborn & confident of the fact, little else can be garnered on the surface. Conversations are deflected, questions are turned in circles, & to all but her most trusted, she endlessly walks the line of truth & deception, ever favouring whichever lends itself to convenience.Despite the ambiguity, Amunet has however become an increasingly common sight during gatherings, functions, & parties. Who she is or how she was invited, no one can say for certain. But wheresoever wealth, power, & status can be found, so too can she.
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| Full Name » Amunet An'serrar | ✧ | Race » Blood Elf |
| Age » Pre-Centennial (>100) | ✧ | Gender » Female (She/Her) |
| Birthplace » Silvermoon City | ✧ | Residence » Dalaran |
| Occupation » "Proprietor" | ✧ | Sexuality » Bisexual |
Appearance
Amunet's jet-black locks of flowing velvet rest atop her head carefully styled with not a single strand of hair astray in stark contrast to the unique coloration front & center. She could be considered attractive to most, even amongst her kind, her sun-kissed skin left all but devoid of the imperfections that otherwise mark her mane ━ save a single tattooed mark on her body. Finally, but most noteworthy is her golden eyes that tie her features together nicely.Personality
Rapturous to most, pragmatic to just a few. To those who know of her, Amunet is oft described as a pleasant acquaintance, a fun guest, & far too good at slipping away from a gathering, ever leaving strangers wanting more. Little is known of the person outside of public functions, however, & depending on who one might ask the answer tends to differ; ranging from quiet, contemplative, & calculated, to erratic & outright unpredictable.
rp hooks
She is most usually seen at parties, whether they be in Dalaran, Stormwind, or Silvermoon. Wherever wealth and power can be found, so too can Amunet, cultivating relationships for future ventures.
She is often a captivating presence at Silvermoon's grand events and gatherings, known for her charisma, and characters mingling within Silvermoon's aristocracy could cross paths with her quite easily.
Elves who grew up in Quel'Thalas where the scar now marks the land could know her from a time before the city fell.
In Dalaran, she's known to be incredibly knowledgeable about the city's inner workings and its notable people.
In Stormwind, she's often underestimated by the human nobility, much to her liking.
In Silvermoon, she is best known as a reputable collector and appraiser of artifacts, often embarking on foreign expeditions in faraway lands and continents.
𓂀 character info 𓂀
| Full Name » Amunet An'serrar | ✧ | Race » Blood Elf |
| Age » Pre-Centennial (>100) | ✧ | Gender » Female (She/Her) |
| Birthplace » Silvermoon City | ✧ | Residence » Dalaran |
| Occupation » Thief | ✧ | Sexuality » Bisexual |
Appearance
Amunet's jet-black locks of flowing velvet rest atop her head carefully styled with not a single strand of hair astray in stark contrast to the unique coloration front & center. She could be considered attractive to most, even amongst her kind, her sun-kissed skin left all but devoid of the imperfections that otherwise mark her mane ━ save a single tattooed mark on her body. Finally, but most noteworthy is her golden eyes that tie her features together nicely.Personality
Rapturous to most, pragmatic to just a few. To those who know of her, Amunet is oft described as a pleasant acquaintance, a fun guest, & far too good at slipping away from a gathering, ever leaving strangers wanting more. Little is known of the person outside of public functions, however, & depending on who one might ask the answer tends to differ; ranging from quiet, contemplative, & calculated, to erratic & outright unpredictable.
rp hooks
She is most usually seen at parties, whether they be in Dalaran, Stormwind, or Silvermoon. Wherever wealth and power can be found, so too can Amunet, cultivating relationships for future heists.
She is often a captivating presence at Silvermoon's grand events and gatherings, known for her ability to acquire anything, and characters mingling within Silvermoon's aristocracy could cross paths with her quite easily.
Elves who grew up in Quel'Thalas where the scar now marks the land could know her from a time before the city fell as a member of a now defunct gang.
In Dalaran, she's known as the Queen of the Underbelly by virtue of the connections she holds and the favors she can bestow in return for secrets.
In Stormwind, she's often underestimated by the human nobility, allowing her to rob them blind.
In Silvermoon, she is best known as a reputable fence, often trading in powerful artifacts for the right price.
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Relationships
Tristan
Shadeveil
Some see him as a powerful mage. Others, a learned scholar. What do I think? He's a nuisance, a constant thorn in my side, and an emotionally immature child at times. Worst of all, perhaps, is that I've come to see him as an invaluable friend. And I know that I can depend on his aid, should I ever need it. Light forbid.
friend | trusted
Reine
Lavoisier
Lady Lavoisier's case is a curious one. See, we met at a dinner party neither of us were invited to, and by nightfall, it seemed we'd both been hired for the same target. A scuffle and a pair of unfortunate bodies later, she'd brought me to her hideout to lie low. That was the beginning of a fruitful partnership, as I'd soon learn.
friend, fling | trusted
"Rue"
Ruewen
Rue is unlike anyone I've ever met. She's calculated in her chaos and unpredictable even in silence. But I believe there's more to her than that. Beneath her crude shell and the stink of the drugs that follow her, within Rue there lies the potential of a capable partner, for her skill is undeniable. If only I could trust her.
friend | cautious
Ammon
of the Fireflies
The Founder of The Fireflies, Ammon has taken it upon himself to create a family amongst those who have none. With a roguish heart, dashing looks, and unbreakable confidence, he dreams both of seeing the world and setting up his family for a comfortable life of wealth, his little sister Amunet most of all.
brother | deceased
Synaria
Shar'diel
Groomed to be the heiress of her magister family’s fortunes against her will. After a burglary gone awry, and at her own behest, Ammon would make off up with more than just her mother’s jewelry box. Superior in diplomacy and with connections aplenty, Synaria has since become an invaluable part of the family.
"sister" | deceased
Zelrin
of the Fireflies
A Veteran of the Silvermoon Guard, Zel’s area of expertise includes, but is not limited to: fighting, beating people up, losing his temper, using his head (physically), as well as cultivating his charming smile. What he lacks in wit he makes up for in strength, and to his family he’s revered for his heart of gold.
"brother" | deceased
Kira
of the Fireflies
Should there ever be a need for a pickpocket, locksmith or burglar, there’d be a need for Kira. With eyes that could kill and wielding her heart on her sleeve, the thief can come across as apathetic, if not outright disloyal at times. But in the family, there’s not a soul she wouldn’t give her life for in a moment’s notice.
"Sister" | deceased
Leth'rian
of the Fireflies
The oldest orphan of the bunch, and a childhood friend of Ammon’s, Leth was saved from the streets by the city's priesthood. Through circumstances unknown to all but Ammon, Leth has since joined the family, serving as both its healer, as well as the stern voice of reason, much to the jest and disparagement of all but Synaria.
"brother" | deceased
Rathmar
of the Fireflies
With prodigious intellect there rarely was a challenge Rath couldn’t overcome. From mechanical equipment to drawing up intricate plans for the family’s various jobs, he would nevertheless always find himself in deep trouble despite his smarts. It is only because of Ammon he’s managed to stay out of trouble. So far.
"brother" | deceased