Run Awayyy!

You're freeeeeeeee!

...secretly, Taceo is trying to snatch up all the pet turkeys and release them back into the wild. /facepalm.

Thankful

This year, the girls [and Tabi'] and I are thankful for:

• Lunarius & Nikolaos
  
• Rested experience bars
  
• The Shadow of Paragon [my 3d pixel family!]
  
• Chief, B, Moo, Olo', Derek & Sam
  
• Ventrilo chats
  
• Hearthstones
  
• The Light's blessings
  
• Tigule & Foror's Ice Cream
  
• Events that bring my guildies together
  
• Epic and Flying Mounts
  
• Shirts that cover the female torso/abdomen
  
• The screencap .jpg format
  
• Professions & the craftsmen who've mastered them
  
• Successful raids
  
• Daily quests
  
• Fun quest chains
  
• Maintenance Tuesdays
  
• The upcoming release of Cataclysm
  
• Blizzard Entertainment [even though things have changed for better AND for worse, they've still gifted me with everything above...]
  
• ...and, of course, my family and friends who tolerate my obsessive love for this game, haha. ♥

Veton the Shaman

Name: Veton Sophronias
Pronunciation: vee-tuhn
Title: None
Nickname(s): V
Age: ~250? mortal years
Gender: Female
Height: 6 ft. 6 in.
Weight: 135 lbs.
Skin: White
Hair: Tan/Gray/White
Eyes: Luminous White
Concept Date: November 14, 2009
Birthdate: Unknown
Birthplace: Unknown
Faction: Alliance
Race: Draenei
Class: Shaman
Alignment: Neutral Good

Guild: Love and Warcraft
Allies: Goruth, Ealenia, Celenah, Spat, Lyconis
Family: Zilaara (cousin), Elodi (cousin), Craetes (uncle), Totle (father-deceased), Era (mother-deceased), Medes (uncle-deceased), Mene & Lule (aunts-deceased)
Weapons: Shield, 1h Mace; Dagger; 2h Mace
Pet(s): Gust the White Moth
Occupation: Herbalist, Alchemist
Hobbies: Cooking, gathering herbs, potion mixing, fishing, dancing

Known Favorites: Rain, wind, thunder storms, pumpkin pie
Known Dislikes: Blood elves, blinking mages, DPS people who think they can tank [in DPS gear], "n00b" Death Knights

Character in 3 Words: Nurturing, Spiritual, Dedicated.

History: Veton was born to Totle and Era, two skilled paladins who were medics aboard the Exodar. Like her cousin Elodi, she was cared for by her uncle, Craetes, after her parents, uncle, and aunt perished in the Exodar crash. The three cousins were close until Zilaara left Ammen Vale where they had been tending to the crash survivors. Elodi would follow soon after, leaving Veton alone with her uncle's near-constant worrying. It wasn't very long until Veton departed the crash site, determined to surpass her cousins and whatever they had set out to do for the Alliance.

On her journey to Stormwind, she befriended Goruth, a skilled warrior, and a mage by the name of Ealenia. With their companionship came the invitation to become apart of the guild Love and Warcraft. Since then, she has realized what she has to do... train, master the elements, and serve the Alliance alongside her new-found comrades.

As the seasons passed, from Autumn to Winter, Veton found herself against a new enemy - Northrend and the Scourge who threatened to inhabit its every surface. For the first few weeks, Strike was unable to navigate through the frozen skies, leaving Veton to fend for herself on the rough terrain with only Tempest, her white frostsaber, and her ghost wolves.

Once Spring had arrived on Azeroth's lower continents, the young Shaman had seemingly grown beyond the naive Draenei who had left the Exodar crash site. Renting rooms in Dalaran and spending time by the city's fountains and other little snow-bombarded settlements, Veton made her way into the throng of Alliance and Horde soldiers, following them in and out of the city to ward them off or heal their battle wounds.

As the days march on, she continues to strive to be one of her guild's prominent members.

Appearance: Slender, pale-skinned and bright-eyed, Veton is nothing short of athletic in build. Her black-brown hooves are worn, and gold rings and bands accent her figure. Three golden hoops hang from each of her pointed ears. Her shoulder-length, silver hair is thin and always well-washed. Tall horns sprout from her temple, seeming like 'rabbit ears' in shape.

She usually wears her cherished Tabard of the Hand to show her pride to be a survivor of her people - though it is not uncommon for her to switch between favorite allies. Her gear, meanwhile, almost always consists of chainmail lined with ragged leather pieces for comfort; she rarely cares to pay mind to the frays in her cape or the scuff-marks on her knees, glove palms, and elbows. Some pieces look very worn - and most are singed and patched in some places - as if she didn't bother to find more suiting armor to wear. Her hands, though quite soft in general, have a few calluses on her palms from wielding heavy maces, daggers, and shields.

Quirks:

• Second toon to become lvl 80; the first was Taceo.
  
• The name "Veton" means lightning in Albanian.
  
• Veton, due to a nearly unfulfilled wish of having an all-white, high level Draenei, is related to cousins Zilaara and Elodi Sophronias [on the server Silverhand]. She is also supposedly related to Lena Sophronias [another Draenei who was "put on the back burner" when Taceo was created]. Their last name of 'Sophronias' means "prudent" or "self-controlled" in Greek, loosely translated to "harmony, voice, wisdom and skill."
  
• She was created solely to play with Taceo's guild mates who had transferred servers from Thorium Brotherhood to Fenris.
  
• Veton's father and uncles are triplets, named for Greek philosophers: Craetes (Socrates), Totle (Aristotle) and Medes (Archimedes)
  
• Reached lvl 58/Outland in 4 days, 20 hours, 27 minutes, and 18 seconds [in play time].
  
• Got to lvl 60 in 5 days, 1 hour, 25 minutes, and 52 seconds [in play time]; leveled soon after the first pull in Hellfire Ramparts - her first TBC dungeon.
  
• Her pet Snowy Gryphon, Strike, was quick to bond with her after learning he liked to eat Fel Blossoms.
• As an enhancement-trained Shaman, she came to adopt "Romulus" and "Remus," two ghost wolves who helped her conquer her way to Dalaran.
• From lvl 1 - 80, Veton took 139 days [4 months and 19 days] to level; a total of 232 hours of play time were logged.
  

Soundtrack:
At the Beginning
01 | Enigma - Push the Limits
02 | Basement Jaxx - Do Your Thing
03 | Kelly Sweet - Dream On
04 | Josh Groban - Oceano
05 | Snow Patrol - The Lightning Strike
06 | Norah Jones - Sunrise
07 | Lenka - The Show
08 | Train - When I Look to the Sky
09 | Enigma - Return to Innocence
10 | Adiemus - Adiemus

Into the Fray
01 | Colbie Caillat - Oxygen
02 |
03 |
04 | Stacie Orrico - I Could Be the One
05 | Maroon 5 - Kiwi
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While shopping...

...I ran into Greyer and he gave me one of his family heirlooms (a really, large, chunky ring @_@; ) to hang onto until we meet again when the expansion's released. It's hanging on my cellphone now. Yay!

Project: Veton the Raiding Shaman

In all actuality, lightning strikes
on dainty Draenei hooves.

Name: Veton
Faction: Alliance
Race: Draenei
Class: Shaman

Project Started: Nov. 14, 2009
Project "Finished:" Apr. 1, 2010

Superior BoE Items Found in Old World: 6
Epic BoE Items Found: 0

WoW Armory | WoW Heroes | Character Sheet | Guild Site

lvl 01 - 16: 09 hours played
lvl 16 - 19: 12 hours played
lvl 19 - 22: 17 hours played
lvl 22 - 24: 22 hours played
lvl 24 - 26: 27 hours played
lvl 26 - 27: 30 hours played
lvl 27 - 28: 34 hours played
lvl 28 - 30: 37 hours played
lvl 30 - 40: 64 hours played
lvl 40 - 50: 94 hours played
lvl 50 - 60: 121 hours played
lvl 60 - 70: 156 hours played
lvl 70 - 79: 225 hours played
lvl 79 - 80: 232 hours played

One of the Gang

Greyer, wejustloveyoooooou... Q_Q







[Shhh... I like to recycle vector art and you wouldn't believe how hard it was to get him to stay human for a quick snapshot in an Alliance shirt.]

Taceo's "game-on" face

Smug enough, for ya?

Together Again [excerpt]

Her almond-shaped eyes peered up at him as a smile curved her full, pale purple lips. Lunarius kissed the crown of her head, bringing his hands to her face to brush a strand of snow white hair from her eyes. His thumbs smoothed over the familiar dark facial markings on her cheeks before intertwining with the two large looped braids at the base of her neck. She raised a hand to his jaw, expressing her fascination with the broad patch of white hair that ran across her husband’s chin and face. “Is the beard a bit much?” he questioned, his deep voice soft and mellow. Lunette bit her lip to hold back a girlish giggle and shook her head. She brought her other hand up to his face to trail her fingertips up either side of his jaw line in adoration, causing him to slowly close his eyes. When he opened them again, she rested her hands on his shoulder pads and buried her face into his chest, “I’ve missed you...”

New Tank on the Block

...Introducing, Taceo the Retardin [n00b] Tank.
Finally defense capped at 553.

Thanks Myldaine, Azonifel, Oloren, and Nikolaos. ♥

Greyer's Pumpkin

...wasn't going to post or share this random Halloween project of mine, but Greyer's pumpkin won 3rd prize in a [random] pumpkin decorating contest, so, wo0t!

we are all unlikely heroes

Taceo: The ever-strong and determined. A chip on rests on both shoulders. She has never known loss or hopelessness. She is capable of getting anything she could ever want. Nothing can stop her once she has focused on something. She is independently stable by all means: her parents are still living, she knows where the gold is and how much she needs to get her through each day, she is sure of her purpose as a Horde/Silvermoon soldier.

Reser: The 'lesser Taceo.' While she is independent and sure of what she wants, her road to that state of mind was rough; abandonment, a father-like Mage trainer, and years of soul-searching guided her when she had no one to answer her cries for help. She has no recollection of her parents or her friends, leaving her unsure of nearly everything except for the duties of a true Mage.

Lunette: The war-torn veteran... She had everything to begin with: a proper upbringing, a calling for her during the war, the confidence in her teachings as a druid, a companion for life (whom she married and had two children with). Depression broke her a thousand times over, testing her, but she would rise again, renewed after every bout. However, Northrend beckoned, and when the war continued to rage, it tore her from those she held dear, shattering her once again.

Whimsi: The undying optimist without a specific purpose. When something goes wrong, her focus shifts to the next event or thing that could succeed without a second thought about why that something failed. You could give her a small candle and tell her to explore a seemingly endless cave and she'd do it; even if her candle were to be blown out, she'd relight it by any means and continue until she'd memorize every nook and cranny. She does not remember most things, but the things she can recall are only moments of happiness or uplifting insight.

Tabijin: The fallen, crumbling patriarch. He has loved and lost... not just his family, but everything. From riches to rags. He is forced to continue life rebuilding, but whatever he has rebuilt can never replace or fill in the gaps that has formed within him. He clings desperately to the past, not knowing that things will never be the same.

Greyer: The cynical, misunderstood outcast. His isolation and seclusion were all of his own doing - his beliefs and outlook - and he has thoroughly accepted that along with his current condition of being cursed as a monstrous being. His older twin brothers overshadowed him constantly during his childhood and, on several occasions, he has gone out of his way to avoid them and their parents, determined to find something more to define him as 'different.' When his family fell under the effects of the Worgen curse, he watched as his family was torn apart and driven away; first his twin brothers were captured by authorities, then his father, and when he, himself, became afflicted, he watched as his mother fled in fear and mourned as he witnessed her lifeless body being towed to shore. He resorted to living away from society, only returning to his family's leatherworking shoppe for months at a time to temporarily ease his pain of missing them, observing as friends and town acquaintances became monsters themselves. His basic means of surviving are simple; as long as there is a way to continue living with how he is, life can go on.





I don't know why, but,
I wish I had Greyer or Whimsi;
perhaps they'd understand.