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| Name: | Anselyn Pearson |
| Gender: | male |
| Race: | Worgen |
| Class: | Druid |
| Role: | Tank/Healer/Damage |
| Professions: | herbalism, alchemy |
| Homeland: | Gilneas |
| Player: | teensy |
RP Hooks
Anywhere Yseulde went, there was Anselyn, and vice versa.
If you were involved in harvest witch festivals, Anselyn was there. He'd never miss one. The mysteries were very important to him.
Anyone connected to the Horticultural Society knows Anselyn Pearson, the boy who proudly exhibited his demonstration of cloning and hybridizing apple varietals. He developed Kelcrunch Pippins (a small pink flame and russet apple with crispy, acidic depth suitable for baking and cider) at his first show entry at eight.
Anselyn was at all the premieres at the Rose Theater.
Anselyn is an avid stargazer and will pester people for night sky lore.
Anselyn is a dedicated herbalist and alchemist. He uses herbcraft for medicine, and always has a supply of tinctures, tisanes, and potions on hand for treatment of anxiety and agitation.
Anselyn is deeply grateful to the Kaldorei for their help and healing, and approaches Night Elf priests and druids with great deference. He is similarly grateful to priests and paladins of the Holy Light - but approaches Gilnean Harvest witches with some agitation from what he percieves as his failures.
Appearance
Anselyn is in his twenties and still possesses an ethereal beauty when he reverts to fully human form. He has delicate features and his resemblance to his sister is uncanny. His blonde hair has grown long and he wears it tied back in a messy tail. He wears whatever ahe happens to find to cover himself, but he always a pendant with three strands of hair braided into a ring - one black, one pale blonde, one silver with black strands. He wears it on a chain long enough to stay around his neck regardless of his form. He has to consciously remember to take his full human form; when he's upset, he'll shift into worgen form…which only makes it worse.
Personality
WHIMSICAL • SENSITIVE • ENTHUSIASTIC • MOODY
Anselyn seems strange, but gives off a gentle demeanor. He feels soft and sympathetic even when he seems like he's not quite there. In situations of conflict, he'll ask people to stop their aggression, wanting peace and to avoid trouble, but push the situation into endangering another and he'll act to end the situation with an entangling spell, a charm to send someone to sleep, or in extreme conditions, tooth and claw. Anselyn's gentle demeanor doesn't make him ignorant to the place violence plays in nature, or how death is a part of life.
Anselyn tries to be sunshine and he very often succeeds, but sometimes he's shadow. He's been hurt by all that's happened to him, and grief can steal over him at any moment for everything that he's lost. Sometimes he will refer to himself in the third person, when he is talking about the person he feels he lost and never quite got back.
History
Anselyn was a good baby. He didn't cry, but he always seemed to be aware of something others couldn't see. He would crawl off the blanket spread out into the garden, roll over into the grass, and sleep. He had the touch of a harvest witch before he could even write his name, and with his big sister at his side, he could do anything.
But he was odd, in ways that made him seem uncanny. He never felt like he ever came completely to earth, even while being in tune with every leaf and branch in sight. If he sat still in a bit of green, the animals and birds would attend him as if they paid respects, and he could find anyone if they breathed in a forest.
So it can't be surprising that when the worgen curse fell on Gilneas that he withdrew into himself. Only his sister Ysabeau could draw him out, until they came to the coterie of priests and harvest witches seeking a cure for the curse. He grabbed their cause with both hands. He did everything he could to help, and when they needed a plant that his missing father had cultivated in the glass house on their property, nothing could stop him from trying to retrieve it.
He and Ysabeau brought the specimens back, fending off a worgen attack. He fled when she screamed at him to run and delivered the specimens, seeds, and the ledger with cultivation notes safely to the coterie researching the cure. And then that night he ran into the woods, as far as he could get from his friends, his grief at losing Ysabeau, and his newly snuffed out hope of surviving. She hadn't succeeded in protecting him from a bite, and though he used all the healing magic he knew, the curse was inside him. His best hope was to get away and let them find a cure, and hope someone found him again when it was possible to free him from the red, pounding urge to kill, to eat, and make another. He ran until all he could remember was that he had to hide.
A squad found him years later. But perhaps due to his guilt, the cure didn't take as completely as it should have. When he changed back to his human form, someone who knew him called his name. He remembered the name, but he didn't remember enough of how to be Anselyn. He shifted back into his bestial form immediately. But the coterie refused to give up on the boy who brought them what they needed to craft a cure so easily, and took him to the Kaldorei, who plunged him into a deep dreaming sleep. In dreams, guides taught him to be himself again. And when he was ready to wake, he learned that his sister had been found and cured. But she was already gone from Gilneas, never aware that he had been found.
He hasn't gone after her. Maybe he's not enough Anselyn to be her brother again.