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Sarador (Sarah) Reinhaart
¶ Fiery Grace | House Reinhaart of Gilneas
(he/him)
¶ In Short
Proprietary Setting: Warcraft
Afflicted Gilnean Flameweaver ~ 26 ~ Tall🍆
Dark of mane and pelt, well groomed. Wiry, subtly muscular, tall.
Intense and proud. Secretive. Smooth. Silver-tongued.
Wolfishly smug and cheeky despite his deeply ingrained sophisticated nature.
Clearly affluent, with his flowing robes, golden accents and gem studded jewelry.
¶ Details
·— Species | Faction —· Afflicted Gilnean, House Reinhaart
·— Profession | Class —· Flameweaver, Mage
·— Birthplace | Home —· Gilneas, House Reinhaart
·— Age | Height | Weight —· 26 years old, tall
·— Physiognomy | Shape —· Wiry, subtly muscular, tall
·— Romantic Attraction | Sexuality —· Monoromantic Bisexual
·— Pronouns | Gender Expression —· he/him, man
¶ Description
First impressions often came from appearance and he definitely had that one stacked in his favor. Sarador was a tall and rather handsome young man with a wiry frame and subtly muscular build. Dark of mane and pelt, he was well groomed with a braided pitch mane that dangled on the sides of his elongated muzzle. His sharp sapphire eyes pierced his surroundings coldly more often than not but were capable of clear warmth and kindness when aimed at those nearby.
Despite his cursed form granting him certain physical advantages, he didn't seem to make any use of that despite it being very clear that he was one of those people who happily favored the worgen form to that of a man. On the few occasions he was seen displaying his human features, he was a similarly dark and wiry figure, though significantly more scrawny looking.
The tone of his voice was warmly pleasant, a melodic soprano of sorts, in spite of his worgen traits. Pleasant and polite by nature, there was a certain smugness that prevailed when he allowed himself to loosen up more. It was hard to tell his intentions, what with his impeccable ability to come across as genuine and heartfelt at practically all times. Whether that was something innate or a thing he practiced specifically was not clear.
¶ At a Glance
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| Posture | Cheeky | Secretive | Presentable | Affluent |
| Ever one to stand tall and with his chin up, Sarah came across as intense and proud, helped along by his imposing stature. | While he definitely wielded a fair degree of deeply ingrained sophistication, there was also a wolfishly smug and cheeky air about him. | He had that look about him, like you couldn't quite tell what was on his mind no matter how genuine he seemed to be. | Every hair was in its place and taken care of. Always clean and dabbed with a subtle but pleasant perfume. Smooth skin and soft hands. It was clear this man took good care of himself. | It wasn't hard to tell he came from a wealthy background, with his flowing robes, golden accents and gem studded jewelry. |
¶ Hooks
- As a Gilnean, you almost certainly know of House Reinhaart, a smallish and reclusive but nonetheless affluent Gilnean house that has stood the test of time. Somehow, even post Cataclysm it stands greatly unaffected on the borders of the fallen kingdom. But as much as you might know of them, you are unlikely to know about them. Word around the block was that they were and are shady, deal with forbidden magic and taboo.
¶ History
¶ House Reinhaart
- Father: Robert "Rheyvon" Reinhaart
- Mother: Victoria Reinhaart
- Sister: Elizabeth Reinhaart
- (?) Brother: Lope Reinhaart
- Housekeeper: James Edwardsson
- Groundskeeper: Sophia Hull
- Cook: Ian Rosewood