Workings of Emilia Moore Emilia ' s Physical . < nowiki > < / nowiki > Emilia Moore was a woman of loose posture and short stature . A woman with no regal graces , who will fight with tooth and nail . . . and someone who is open for any and all forms of drinking games . With this in mind , imagining her , the image that may come up is a ratty swashbuckler with few teeth and matted hair . Below that may come a dirty appearance and torn rags . Yet , somehow , she was quite the opposite . A different image that seconds the first , is a pirate of sorts . Dressed in leather corsets , plunging necklines and drenched in gold , her silked hair whisking in the wind . . yeah . She was a steady in - between . This woman was a Gilnean born girl , Lady of the Poor and the Tongue of Silver . Born out of Hearthglen and transferred to Stormwind during the Worgen outbreak , she spent a few years there before moving on . . . to the sea . Coming from Gilneas , she had the look of one , although she tried to conceal it when she could . Stygian curls ( Sometimes she hides herself under bright orange or red hair ) erupted from her scalp and traced down to her back , which were a mix of ringlets and straightened hair . This gave a look of . . . unique choice , and threw off her origin point a bit . A lot of Gilneans had straight hair that stayed flat against their back . Her hair had a bit of volume with the rings , and naturally thick by the look of it . If you were close enough , it may radiate the scent of vanilla . Her face was rather angular , home to high cheekbones and slim jawlines . With the two combined , they resembled a youthful face full of mystery ! The slim jawline that she had led into a pointed chin that gave her the slightest hint of regal elegance . Her eyebrows were the same shade of black as her hair , and they were rightly proportioned with an eyebrow pencil . Under her brows were blue eyes that were bright enough to blind someone who looked for too long . Emily ' s nose was slender and a bit crooked . It appeared that she had been in a fight or two in her time , as it has healed from being broken multiple times . Under her slender , crooked nose was a thin mouth , small in width that was usually graced with no form of gloss , or stick . A side note would be her ears . One was normal , a bit small , and the other one was torn . . . scarred . Her neck was slender , although a bit long . It held her head high through the worst times , and led into her shoulder blades that were a bit feminine , a bit built for a swordsman . These shoulders held up the weight of many worlds , and many lives . Not really , but sometimes it managed to feel that way . Most understand the feeling . The shoulders let into her arms which were muscled for such a small woman . Her body was designed to be a fighter , not a woman who sat by and clapped . Although she retained the basic feminine features for a woman , she was mostly toned for the fact of exercise and combat . Hands that were scarred with callouses and years of wear were often tapping something in an effort to keep herself moving at all times . Mostly annoying to others , she found as of late that she could be a drummer with the beats that are displayed . Her fingers were long , and slender . Each finger was capped by a nail . Just short enough not to be an issue . Painted black , like her hair , she managed to look a bit fancy ! Her torso was something of a fit woman . B - cups shadowed a four - pack tiled stomach of muscle that reinforced her healthy state . It was not well defined , but if you looked it wouldn ’ t be hard to see . Her back had a certain arch . This arch showed off her tail end , which stuck out a bit . Mostly due to the strenuous workouts she performs four days a week . Her legs were probably the best part about her , and to be frank they were long . Long legs that she had were muscled and made up much of her height . Muscled thighs rested above the knee , and below were well rounded calves that were muscle caches . Feet that supported her standing were boney to an extent , but calloused heels and toes showed that she didn ’ t always wear shoes . The overall tone of her body was a bit dark for a Gilnean , and that was shown by the tan features that she had . Mostly because she spent a lot of time in the open sea , and that was due to the fact that she was a ‘ pirate ’ of sorts . . . and it gave her a bit of an odd look , as most with her features , ( Gilnean ) , are pale . Her makeup was usually present , as it did nothing but help . Eyeliner around those blue eyes , tanned foundation , concealer , and curled eyelashes allow the woman to appear prettier than she is ! She looks good in this makeup , but she looks alright without it as well . Emilia ' s Gear . As most ship - inhabitants do , Emily Moore wears protective clothing with a hint of seduction . Most of the time she can be seen wearing a little bit of something that is either extremely tight , or something that is showing off her body . However , she may simply choose to completely lather herself in armor . A good fighter , nonetheless . What could generally make up her armor is a set of shoulder pads , usually clasped on with buckles and straps that fit her snugly . Her chest piece was usually the same material as her shoulderpads , of course , which was followed by a tightly cinched belt . The belt she had supported leather leggings , followed by boots that fit her feet perfectly . Sometimes the woman is equipped with some sort of head accessory , whether it be an eyepatch or a headband . . maybe even a bandana . Mostly , however , her face was free to the public . She had no shame in showing it , and she was not wanted by the law for any reason . Why hide such a thing ? Of course , protective masks were not out of the question . Her chest piece usually consisted of a questionable neckline , yet sometimes she found herself bound to the throat in armor . It depends on the mood , the weather , and the reason . Like most of her armor and weapons , after all . Along with , they all had to match . Matching is an important part to every display . Equipped with a cloak that concealed some of her weaponry and fended off the elements . It most definitely matched the rest of her attire and reached around to her hips in order to keep her weapons hidden , which were usually on her back or sides . It was a pleasant way to not alarm citizens with innocent natures . Emily ’ s weapons were a mix of items that she had learned to use over her years of life . About twenty five or so years to be exact . Usually found with an assortment of blades , she preferred edged weapons over anything else . That means that she was found with swords , daggers , knives . . you name it . Usually one for each palm , she let herself stay equipped and ready for combat . As far as actual proportions go , the blades are weighted differently to allow her opportunities . Mostly , one blade would be to parry attacks while the other would be built for attacking . An offence - defence system that lengthens her life span . Whether it be daggers , or swords , or a dagger and sword . Emily ’ s boots are equipped with knives that are set on a mechanism that extends them from the sole of their body , with a button to click on the back of her heel , they shoot out about four inches . Very tactful and versatile , these weaponized boots have saved her life numerous times . Good for kicking Gnomes , too . Her gloves , the fingertips , held steel points . Rather short , not the sharpest , but a lot more useful than leather fingers . A four finger jab to the throat may be a lot more than a pain . . more of a death sentence . Careful , fighting her . She is a very versatile figure as far as combat goes . Traits and Information . Emily Moore was a woman of direct pointing and blunt information . She was not afraid to make it clear that you ’ re annoying unless she truly does not want to hurt you , but most of the time , she wants to hurt you . She did have a certain way with words at times , and that let her snake through some situations . Most of the time , though , she was rightfully annoying and sometimes even unpleasant to be around . Although , if you buy her a few drinks and treat her like you want to sleep with her ( not literally ) , she may just be nice to you ! Naturally rude , as mentioned , she has no remorse for most things in life . Secondly , she had a strange liking to animals . They ’ re loyal and more intelligent than half the people that she knows . Emily would rather have a pet dog than some elven man trying to slip into her clothing . If you ’ re a worgen , chances are she ’ s going to be nice to you . Might even give you a pat on the head . If you manage to get on her good side , however , expect to find a sarcastic but loyal woman who would do almost anything to remain your friend , and even more so , to keep you alive and well . She ’ d probably take an arrow or fifteen lashes for you . Loyalty is unrivaled when you compare her to anything else . It is one of the most important traits anything could ever have . Although the woman may not dress like it at times , she is actually very much a prude . If you were to try womanizing her , or take her on a date , she ’ d probably stab you . . . okay , maybe not stab you , but rejection is going to be common unless she likes you for whatever reason . If she does like you . . . feel special . Understand why you should feel special . Her spirit is a bit fiery , though . Often down to throw a few punches with someone , often down to play drinking games , she is a woman of natural selection . A versatile survivalist that remains a lone wolf until she needs a shield . Emily Moore is manipulative as well , and sometimes you won ’ t even know it until after you ’ ve died for her . Speaking of fire , she was a wonderful cook . Often times , she learned from this man that she used to know in Gilneas , how to make an assortment of meats , preparing them and cooking them with the talent of a chef . Outside of Stag flanks , though , she isn ’ t much help when it comes to making a meal . General intelligence . . . she doesn ’ t have a lot . If an argument gets heated she will resort to fighting before she thinks of a clever comeback . Mostly because she ’ s wrong in most arguments , but either way . . that doesn ’ t stop her from throwing a punch . . . you ’ ll also find her with a flask of whiskey at most turns . It ’ s her favorite , and she couldn ’ t go a day without it . Alcohol is the only thing that has prevented her from turning into a muscled tank of a woman . Emilia ' s History . “ Death be but a guise t ’ th ’ head , Emily ! ” “ Y ’ don ’ know tha ’ ! As far as I ’ m concerned , y ’ ain ’ t got no good reason for sayin ’ tha ’ ! So jus ’ don ’ , yeah ? ” “ Emily . You be a blind little girl . Ye ’ ever been on a ship before ? ” “ Girl ? Phah ! I ’ m pre ’ y sure ‘ m a woman , thank y ’ . I ’ ve also been on plen ’ y o ’ ships , so you mind y ’ tongue , you . ” The Captain of Sorrow Singe merely shook his head , the floppy canvas of his Admiral ’ s hat shaking in a frivolous manner . Emily peered at the man as he wheeled his coated back to her , and began to stalk away . “ Y ’ know . All these men seem pre ’ y prodigal t ’ me , mate ! ” He did not answer . Silence took hold , a distinct grasp on the deck of the ship , asides from the great mass of pirates that went about their business . Emily began to saunter towards the netting that scaled up to the look - out position upon their ship , and began to climb . The thin girl dug her leather - clad fists into the tethered ropes , kicking herself upwards with each slot that her foot found until she was pulling herself over the edge , to be met with the face of a dwarf , covered in brazen leather . His first reaction would be to lift the bushy eyebrows that rested below the striking blue colour of his gaze . Then the white in his eyes expanded as the tan eyelids peeled backwards to take in Emily ’ s figure . She was not particularly striking , of course . A rugged woman . She reigned from Gilneas ! The only reason that she ’ s tan is from her assimilation of Brightcast sun and the affinity of water travel . She had muscle , but it was bare minimum , simply moving to cover her bones - that was all , really . If it weren ’ t for her pavement of thin muscle , the woman would practically look like a skeleton . Emily slowly moved to kneel in front of the dwarven figure , and when she parted her lips to speak out in a vanilla scented tone , the woman was grabbed . Certainly not uncommon - dwarves were angry people . The man had reached his stubby fingers backwards to grasp at her ebon pony - tail . She paused , blinking at the bearded man who was roughly two feet under her , in height . “ Ye ’ don ’ t boo doown ta ’ mee , girlie . Ah ’ m jus ’ as capable of lookin ’ up as ye ’ are lookin ’ doown . ” Emily simply nodded her head - or , tried to , detained by the rough grip on her pony tail . The woman liked it rough , but . . now was not the time . Slowly , she moved to stand once more upon the weakened grasp of the man , and she offered him a kindling smile before attempting to speak once more . “ Y ’ see anythin ’ ? Or are y ’ jus ’ star gazin ’ ? ” “ Me business nae be yours , y ’ cocky git . ” His tone ; that of someone who was truly angry at heart , was more cold than the frosted aura of a Pale knight . Emily had decided that it was not quite a great idea to continue conversation with the man , and so . . she was silent . This forced repose was not something to take pleasure in , of course . Her gray eyes had moved upwards to peer into the night sky , biting down on the lower half of her lip in contemplation . The meaning of life ? Not important . . . what was she going to eat tomorrow ? There was one bad thing about being stuck on the ship - there are many negatives , actually - was the food . There is nothing worse than soggy - by - salt - water bread , surrounding dry meat that was more cold than the night air . However , the air didn ’ t chill her to the bone . It was to a note that she was clad ; neck to toe in thick leather armour . They ’ d be docking tomorrow off the shore of the Swamp of Sorrows . There , a temple was hidden amongst the vines and trees , buried under mud . However , what took home under , was something completely different . An evil force . . . so she wore armour ! Usually , there would be a mask tightened around the lower half of her face , but she wanted to breathe different , for once . So the tied mask had been loosely sitting above her bosom , against the hollow of her chest . The night was silent . Asides from the crashing of waves against the hull of her great ship , a single vessel stolen , from the great Armada of Ver ’ vara . A gang that hid in the secluded areas of Northrend . Oh , where her travels had taken her . Once a pale girl stealing bread from the Lords of Gilneas and blaming it on her brother , Adam ; she had now positioned herself into a new tone of life which provided for a more exciting use of her time . This was only true to a certain extent , however . Of course , her options were limited upon some things , as the usage of coin was sparse , and it was a fact that she was no one of a noble name . “ Y ’ got lookout tomorrow , Emily . ” Emily slowly raised her darkly shaded eyebrow , in an inquisitive gesture as she moved to reply to the man ’ s words , as a conversation began to sprout once more . “ Is tha ’ true , love ? Oh , wot a ’ joy tha ’ is . . i ’ m goin ’ t ’ need m ’ eyepatch ! ” “ What ye ’ need th ’ eyepatch for ? Y ’ gotta see , no ’ be more blind than ye already are , aye ? ” “ Rookie , eh ? Eyepatch for night vision . Y ’ keep it over y ’ eye in th ’ day so y ’ got easy vision a ’ night . ” The dwarf muttered a handful of curses , shaking his head in disappointment as he moved around the thick log of sanded wood that held the lookout position up . Emily offered a lazy roll of her shoulders in return to the man ’ s actions , and reserved the act of giggling at the sway of his lightly coloured ashen beard to which moved upon the shuffle of his stubby legs . Peering back forwards towards the stars , she could not resist the temptation of letting a smile crack through her stone features . Peering towards the largest , and brightest star . . . she lost herself in it ’ s brilliance . Lured in by a false seduction of hope . All she could see was the star they traveled by . . . and suddenly , the world blurred , and wind was rushing against her figure . Had she fallen ? Did she stumble over the waist - high fencing of wood ? Was she going to die , here ? . . . and then , wet . No breath , and darkness . She was sinking , and the heavy set of gear on her did not help . She had fallen into the ocean , and that was easy to tell by the taste of salt water that filled her mouth . Grunting in effort , she moved her hands up to work the straps of her shoulderguards , pulling the leather pauldrons away from her figure and watching them sink away , into the darkness . Then she began to unlace the front of her jerkin , stretching the middle open and pulling it away from her figure as well , and undid the weapon ’ s belt she had , which caused the leggings she wore to peel away from her figure . Stuck . . stuck . Pulling ! Her boots were still tied , and the pants could not escape . Reaching down , spiraling head first downwards now as she attempted to tear the items away . Bubbles erupted from her throat , forcing her lips apart and letting her lungs burn as if coated in flame . Her eyes were wide with pain - only making it worse as the salt plugged into her cornea . At last , the boots slipped from her heel , and the entire set of armour fell away , except the mask that she wore around her neck . Dragging herself upwards , she swam . Kicking feet after each other and throwing her splayed hands towards the sky as she moved herself upright . Darkness , turning to an abyss . No breath , can ’ t see . . . something was causing ripples on the surface , but she wouldn ’ t know . Soon , her mind was at peace , and those grey eyes slowly began to close . Only then did she see a shape , as if closing her eyes had made things more clear . It was seemingly a dwarf , perhaps one she knew . Swimming against the weight of an air - lifter . Her eyes had at last closed , however . . and only then did he wrap the thick item around her bare waist , making sure to let his eyes wander over her body for a moment as she floated back up towards the surface , to which he closely followed . She was already unconscious , despite his best efforts towards her . Out of Character Information . As far as conversation goes Out of Character , I am a rather calm person . Like my character , if you ’ re to befriend me , chances are i ’ ll be one of your best friends . Now , I would hate for you to think of that as I ’ m ‘ trying to get close ’ to you , or ‘ copying ’ you , because I am doing neither of those things . Truthfully , I just want to be your friend . . nothing more . I ’ ve had some questions about my age and gender , and I must say . . that kind of makes me uncomfortable . Why is it important to any of you whether i ’ m five years old or fifty years old ? Neither of those ages are accurate , by the way . If you ask for these things , and we are not close friends , you may find yourself walking into my ignored list . Sorry , but it ’ s rather intrusive . While my character has the possibility of being rude , that is much like myself . If you provoke me , or I . . happen to think , or feel threatened , I may become angry . Trust me , though . . you wouldn ’ t like me when i ’ m angry . Hah . Get it ? Beca - - yeah . Overall , though , I ’ m a pretty kind person . If you want to add me on battletag , go ahead ! Fair warning , though , my broadcasts can be a bit annoying . If you ’ ve made it this far and bothered to actually read everything , you already deserve an applauding that would ring out for the ages . I know reading profiles can be boring , but I am happy that you took the time to read this . Unless you skipped to the very bottom . If that is the case , well . . you deserve no claps ! Maybe like . On the ears ? I don ’ t know , but you are not a good sport ! If you ’ re going to be involved with my character , get to know her ! As far as post length goes , it entirely depends on the time of day , and my mood . If I ’ m happy and not tired , and it ’ s nice out , chances are I ’ ll be writing three to five blocks every other post . If it ’ s the opposite . . expect one liners and poor dialogue . I just wouldn ’ t have it in me to be productive . Okay . That ’ s everything I have to say for now . If you don ’ t agree with something , or you happen to find errors in my work , please , I beg of you to message me about it . I am always open for improvement because I know I need a lot of it , and I hope that you message me even if you see nothing , because I sure love friends ! . . in a friend way . Friendly love .