Character Profile: GuadelupeCharacter Profile: Guadelupe by shiverwings
FULL NAME: Commander Guadelupe Sharpshooter
MEANING: I named her Guadelupe (spelled incorrectly just because) because, well, it means "wolf", and she's a worgen so.... lol
NICKNAME: Lupe (pronounced Loo-peh)
ACTUAL AGE: Began at 22, currently 37
RESIDENCE: Lunarfall on the planet, Draenor
AGE APPEARANCE: looks her own age
SPECIES: Gilnean Worgen
SEXUAL PREFERANCE: straight
MARITAL STATUS: married at 32
KIDS: none, doesn't want any
OCCUPATION: Commander of Lunarfall Garrison
HAIR COLOR: Black
HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: short-cropped and choppy in human form, long and wiry in worgen form
EYES COLOR: yellow
HEIGHT: 5'4" (day) 6'7" (night) quite the painful transformation lol
ABNORMALITIES(TAIL): floppy tufted ears and blue highlights in black fur
DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): right ear slightly torn
SELF CARE(MAKE UP): doesn't care about her appearance at all and is therefore extremely unkempt and scraggly-looking
FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: brusque
We Do What We Must"It's not over, Sylvanas. Not yet," growled Lord Darius Crowley of Gilneas. His shoulders were set, his arms moved in a gesture of finality as he spoke. To his immediate right, louring in the face of everything, stood Ivar Bloodfang, leader of the feral worgen pack who had agreed to join the efforts of the Gilneas Liberation Front and the Alliance. To his front, and glaring impassively back at him and Ivar, were the hard eyes of orcs, the glowing eyes of elves (living and undead), and the unreadable faces of the dread val'kyr. The Horde's worst. Darius' fingers curled and gripped the bladed, claw-like fist-weapons that he was armed with.We Do What We Must by AranyaVerSarn
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, former high elf ranger-general, now queen of the undead nation of the Forsaken, leaned slightly forward atop her skeletal warhorse, her eerily burning garnet eyes boring into Darius as she spoke in what sounded like an accusing or a reprimanding tone, "You frivolously throw away the lives of your people while your own king sit
Worgen of hateThe moon's glow illuminated the tops of the trees of the vast forest, the branches and leaves atop disturbed by a slight breeze that would chill anyone to the bone, except for the lurker. It's yellow eyes would be the only thing visible to anything that was in the area, a warning to run the other way and never turn back.Worgen of hate by Shayochism
The Worgen's nose twitched as it sniffed at the air, the ever so familiar scent of human hitting it's senses and causing her to snarl, lips curling over the wolfen teeth. Disgusting humans. They deserved to all die. Die. Rid of their smell. Kill them all. Kill. Kill.
The more the scent was noted, the more she begun to enrage. The natural hatred for humans was strong and she would sacrifice a limb to kill one. Rid of them from the world. Kill them all. They were a stain on the floors they walked upon. They all needed to die. Bones snap, flesh tear, blood spill. Kill, kill, kill. With each word she panted, growing excited about the slaughter on humans. 'Kill, kill, kill.
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