I like florals, Victorian dresses, World of Warcraft, and Pokemon. I also have a fondness for scarves and wings. And gingers. And freckles. And the colour brown.
Maybe all this useless information will help someone out?
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so i just realized i totally forgot to make a post about this
yesterday i managed to spill an almost empty glass of water onto my computer. wooo. it automatically shut off, and i couldn’t turn it back on. took it to tech, they had no idea what to do. did some research, and it looks like it can be fixed (bc when i plug it into the wall there’s still a faint green light from the charger). having tech take out the battery (it apparently disconnected, which is what i THOUGHT happened), and hopefully it’ll fix! a lot of people had success with that, as long as that faint light was still there.
if it doesn’t, i’ll have to get a new computer. but i won’t be able to until after new year’s. so you may not see me much for a while!!!
if it doesn’t work, then i’ll see ya’ll during the new year <33333
Imagine the glorious moment when we get to Marathon all the Hobbit movies
and then LOTR right after
My Blood Elf DK:
My name was Lorien Alluvenna. I lived on the Sunstrider Isle and had just reached my maturity before the Scourge came. Despite the pleas of my mother, who wished for my beauty as great as it was, to be used in gaining a husband and those of my father, who sought to raise my career as a singer for my voice was like birdsong; I wished for the path of the warrior. I, whose two elder brothers, were paladin and ranger, desired nothing more than following in their noble footsteps. I secretly enrolled, and it was then that I took up arms against the Scourge invasion. I stood ground as one of the last few on the isle, then nothing.
When I awoke to the voice of the Lich King, I was already dead. Time had come and gone, and the lives of those I had known were mere whispers on the wind. Breaking free of his control, my senses came back to me. In the mirror I saw myself for the first time in years, and felt so little. My face, once a crowning glory of high elven beauty, was scarred, stitched and sewn back together, curling my lip and cutting my eye, a thick grin of a knife under my chin, where the deathblow must have come. This death too had robbed me of the wonder that had been song, my voice echoing, cold and dead, hollow perhaps. I wasn’t Lorien any longer, she had died bravely despite the wishes of her family. Instead, I was Bhryn, I decided. Bhryn. It sounded like the grave. It was good enough.