“It is easier to be in love in a room with closed doors. To have the whole world in one room. In one person. The universe condensed and intensified and burning, bright and alive and electric. But doors cannot stay closed forever.”- Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea
Asryne Moonspire is not a woman made for loud rooms or lingering gazes. Born into the fading nobility of House Moonspire in the Eversong Woods, she was raised in a home crafted of crumbling marble, moonlit gardens, whispered secrets, and unread books--more artifact, than family. The traditional expectations of grace, poise, and magical excellence were ever-present, but love was not. As a child she was ever curious and incredibly quiet, finding refuge not in people, but in the things that did not judge. The things that could not speak back. Flora and fauna, paper, pigment, and the persistent hum of the leylines.As the youngest of a set of triplets, Asryne was always the smallest voice in the room. Her brother, Thalior was composed, charismatic, intelligent. Everything a Moonspire was to be. Her sister, Galan was razor-sharp with her wit, and even sharper with a blade. From the beginning, Asryne was different: curious, but not ambitious, gentle, and far too soft for a world shaped by prestige and pedigree.Her mother, Vaeloria Moonspire, ruled their home with a cold and exacting presence. A master of enchantment and once a court mage of Silvermoon, Vaeloria believed magic was to be wielded with elegance and efficiency--with calculation, not feeling. Vaeloria saw in Asryne a vulnerability unbecoming of a Moonspire, intrigued though she was of Asryne's innate abilities. No praise ever fell from her lips without a comparison. "Galan has already mastered the use of enchantments and illusion, and yet you waste your time with watercolors and weeds." or "Thalior does not flinch when casting. He understands control. Why must your hands always tremble?"Harsh words constantly spilling from painted lips: "Do you want to be pitied? Or do you want to matter? Speak up!" But it was not just harsh words, but harsh punishments. Spells to mute Asryne's voice when she "spoke nonsense" or became "too emotional". Confined to cold, sound-dampened, and magic-dampened rooms when her emotions or magic interfered with her studies. Days without acknowledgement, the removal of privileges or warmth until Asryne learned to "compose herself befitting a Moonspire." A slap across the face or knuckles as a form of "correction". Withheld healing if Asryne ever showed evidence of magical strain or even strikes against her palms or the backs of her legs with a rod always followed by a lecture about posture, her appearance, how she should conduct herself.Her father, Lorenthel, had once been a gentler presence, a druid with a quiet fondness for plants and poetry, for animals and painting. Asryne was too much like him for her mother's liking. But his voice, once warm and constant, fell quiet under Vaeloria's shadow. He drifted further into silence, further into obscurity, until Asryne finally learned to stop looking to him for comfort.So, she found refuge in other things. Things that didn't judge, or strike, or speak. Paper, ink, pigments, poetry, words, the leylines beneath her feet. The gentle flutter of butterflies she always identified with. Her magic, unlike her family's, responded to her emotions, unruly at times but rich and beautiful in a way her family never valued. But it came at a cost. From a young age, channeling too much energy left her unwell. Suffering from migraines, nausea, blurred vision, and exhaustion from even moderate use.When she left to join the Kirin Tor, it was not some wayward act of rebellion--it was for her survival, to finally escape those harsh words and even harsher hands. She vanished far into Dalaran's archives, an archivist and a runeweaver with a lowered head and soft voice. She made few bonds, kept to the quieter corridors like a ghost, folded herself into her work. But even with such a diminished presence, she found peace in the silence.
When Dalaran fell, the silence, the peace she had found shattered.The city's once vibrant and humming halls of knowledge drowned in chaos. The delicate order she'd built for herself torn away by the Nerubians. Asryne, though she was no battlemage, helped to stave off the Nerubians for as long as she could. Helping other mages escape and preserving as much knowledge as she was able.She barely escaped with her life, and with it, the only place she had ever felt safe.In the aftermath, the mage wandered. Aimless and uncertain. Her satchel weighed down by singed books, and with the unbearable weight of failure. Of helplessness, and a deep-seated fear. And somewhere within that quiet devastation bloomed a question she had ignored for years: "What now?"The answer came not in bold strokes, but in something quieter--familiar. A gentle urge to remember where she came from, not to belong to it, but to reclaim what she had never been allowed to carry with pride. Her Thalassian heritage, to accept it, to love it, in her own way. Not her mother's, not Thalior's or Galan's, or her father's. But something uniquely hers. She joined the Thalassian Accord not as a soldier, or medic, but as a diplomat. A quiet bridge between people.Among the Accord's many voices and causes, she wishes to learn if speaking for others, may, one day, allow her to speak for herself.
An ancient Thalassian bloodline once known for their mastery of enchantment and botanical arcana, the Moonspires are a house of quiet prestige. Their estate in Eversong--wreathed in silver-leaf vines and fading wards--stands like a masoleum, beautiful but brittle.The Moonspire banner is a deep midnight blue, fading to twilight purple at the edges, shimmering with silver threads. At it's center, a crescent moon cradles a swirl of intertwining runes. Above the moon are three silver stars, each representing a Moonspire child. Surrounding the emblem is a wreath of moonflowers, and bluebells in soft blues and silvery greens--symbols of mystery, purity, and quiet resilience and the family's connection to magical flora. At the base, a delicate butterfly rests quietly, a subtle nod to transformation, especially dear to Asryne. The border is embroidered with silver vines.
Vaeloria Moonspire
Status: Alive
Class: Enchanter, Former Court Mage
Relationship: Mother
Appearance: Vaeloria carries a regal, cold elegance. Her platinum almost white-blonde hair kept secure in a bun at the base of her skull. Her pale skin contrasts with the piercing gaze of her violet eyes. Her face is angular with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, often in a stern expression and dotted by moles. She favors richly embroidered crimson and gold robes.Matriarch of House Moonspire. Vaeloria is as ruthless as she is brilliant. Once a respected court mage, she now exerts her influence quietly, shaping political alliances and guarding the family's legacy with an iron fist. Though her harshness has estranged her from her children, she believes discipline and strength are the only paths to survival.Currently: Maneuvering within Quel'thalas' political circles, maintaining her grip on the fading Moonspire name.
Lorenthel Moonspire
Status: Alive
Class: Etal’dinoriel
Relationship: FatherAppearance: Lorenthel carries a soft and scholarly look--exuding quiet warmth with moss-green eyes and dark brown hair streaked with silver. Often loosely tucked behind his ears. His skin is tanned with a gentle golden undertone, weathered slightly from years spent among plants. He dresses in earthy green and soft browns, robes embroidered with leaf and vine patterns. A pendant of a silver butterfly around his neck, a gift from Asryne in her youth.Once a voice of kindness and peace in the household, Lorenthel retreated from the family's harsh expectations to focus on his botany and poetry. His soft spirit often put him at odds with Vaeloria's iron rule, he passed his gentle magic and love of quiet beauty onto Asryne, though he never found the strength to protect her from his wife.Currently: Wandering the Eastern Kingdoms, tending to rare magical flora and offering aid to local herbalists.
Thalior Moonspire
Status: Alive
Class: Magister
Relationship: BrotherAppearance: Thalior embodies the Moonspire ideal in both bearing and appearance. He shares his father's dark brown hair, always tied into a knot or braided with silver thread. His features are symmetrical and serene, his eyes a pale violet with a calculating calm. His skin is smooth and fair, lightly dusted by moles. His robes are often a deep navy and slate, accented with silver, pressed to perfection and marked to his stations. A silver brooch--in the form of a stylized crescent--is always pinned to his collar.The firstborn of the triplets by mere minutes, Thalior was raised with the weight of the Moonspire legacy. Intelligent, composed, and ever diplomatic, he is every inch the heir Vaeloria wished. But that polished stone is not without it's cracks. Beneath his composure lies a carefully hidden exhaustion and a quiet yearning for a freedom he was never allowed to chase. He held little love for his siblings, much less Asryne. Seeing them as obstacles, or potential spares to the Lordship.Currently: A Magister in Silvermoon, involved in matters of policy, arcane regulation, and diplomacy within Quel'thalas. He remains distant from family affairs, consumed as he is by duty, and has neither a spouse nor known heirs.
Galan Moonspire
Status: Alive
Class: Spellblade
Relationship: SisterAppearance: Galan wears her sharpness like armor. Her hair, the same brown as her father's, is worn in a sleek bob, often pinned back with silver clips. Her eyes are the same moss-green. Her tanned skin carries the family's constellation of faint freckles, though hers are often hidden beneath the high collars and the structured blues of the Silver Covenant's attire. A single silver ear cuff rests against her right ear--identical to the ones Asryne wears--though she'd never admit to the sentiment.Galan was the sibling who hardened first. Whip-smart, quick-witted, and relentless in her ambition she carved out her place in the world with raw skill and tactical brilliance. Often the sharp-tongued defender of her siblings in her childhood, she still bears a deep loyalty to them. While Vaeloria praised her focus, Galan bristled under the weight of expectation and eventually severed ties with Silvermoon entirely. She keeps her past buried and rarely speaks of her family.Currently: A field agent and tactical operative for the Silver Covenant. Once stationed in Dalaran, now stationed in Dornogal, she specializes in arcane fieldwork, reconnaissance, and high-risk missions involving potential magical anomalies. Keeps contact with her siblings minimal, though she's always monitored Asryne from a distance.
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