the stargazing cetacean
As a rule, minstrels are either social butterflies or eager skirt-chasers. Qiles happens to be neither, and is best known for having good intentions and a timid personality. More acquainted with quills than faces, he has a tendency to be meek in the presence of bolder and blunt people. Only while performing does he come alive to reveal a charming, braver side.Diffident, coy and at times daringly chivalrous, the second son of a fallen family is torn between his ties to the Riverlands to the North and the allure of venturing the rest of Azeroth. Presenting himself in the public spotlight by competing in various tournaments with increasing martial interests. More often than not he proudly wears one of the prizes earned in recent competitions, a silver briarthorn pin in reverence of ancient kaldorei traditions, alongside an instrument that is reminiscent of the lute, yet evidently less common -- an oud, cut from archaic wood and well-worn by generations of use.His figure stands as lithe, narrowly-shouldered, and unexpectedly tall; comparison to elves is common, yet the self-declared Stromic human boasts no long eyebrows or unusual ears. All on his body his skin breaks where melatonin no longer functions, its boundaries clean and noticeable only when not being confronted with the scent of powder. The bard's clothes are orderly and well-picked, though they rarely stay stainless.
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Half-Elf; obscured identity
Trans Man (he/him/his)
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Minstrel; Bard & Fighter
Common, Darnassian
Chaotic good
STR +1 DEX +2, CON +1 INT -1 WIS =0 CHA +3
History, Nature, Perception, Performance, Persuasion, Stealth
VOICE REFERENCE
Peeta Mellark from the Hunger Games, portrayed by Josh Hutcherson.
PHONOLOGY
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character est. 2024 - argent dawn eu
qiles vincent carben
by mrdarwenstreet (2025)
by karrah_e (2025)
by nozomi (2024)
by aria phan (2024)
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qiles vincent carben
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Story: The Brothers
PART ONE
Thickening moss, at first gentle to touch, now seeks to push me deeper into the water. I instinctively drag my leg out, fearing the presence of swamp hags, marsh sirens, red-hats and crocodiles. Who can stand living in this place, so decrepit and deadly? The clouds hang low, allowing for no grace of the sun to reach this forlorn bane on the land. I got lucky in finding respite on an overhanging cliff just before last sunset, but as noon comes and passes by I dread in the increasing worry that the swamp will be my grave.In front of me rises a sudden growth of briar-thorns that have grown tremendously in these cursed waters. I take hold of my sword to lash out, only to retreat with having made barely a dent, spent too much stamina, and damaged my own sword. Growing tired, I take a turn that leads me further away from where I was meant to go. Another delay I cannot afford.My chain-mail has become a prison as I struggle to breathe. It reeks of death here. I know that I would not be the first adventurer to lose my life here. I hold on to an old tree beside the mouth of rocks that tower over the marshlands, allowing me some solace from the shallow waters all around me. I tap sweat above my brows with my handkerchief; grey and white linen woven into another, the scarlet Gilnean rose in its midst worn from use. What once used to be my home feels so distant now.Not long after, I hear a figure approaching in the water nearby as moss parts, so I instinctively startle and ready my sword just in case that it is a bandit, or worse. And then, I see him in full. A sleeveless tunic that is loosely opened to reveal old scars carved onto his chest; a set of various trinkets guarding his waist, with wooden bark leg-coverings. The uni-brow above his eyes has grown thicker, but at least the frown in his face appears to have decreased. That is, until he beholds me properly – half of my chain-mail soaked in the marshland’s innards, my sword in need of a smith and my eyes dreading to stay open any longer. A deep, inquisitive voice is raised calmly as he looks up toward me.“Wha’ are you doin’ here, Quill?”Yes, indeed, what is it I am doing here?As I lay my guard down and behold my brother for the first time in an age, I get reminded of the emotions that lock me in place. Respect, admiration, and fear for the unknown. This place must have changed him. One does not simply seek solitude at his age. My voice creaks as I speak, and I stutter as he brushes his brows together.“Ma’a- … I- … I came, to train.”“Train, for what?”His response is quick, his senses sharp. The way he conducts himself, steadily balancing in the water like he is one with the elements. He is confident, but not posing; masculine, patient, calm, yet persistent. My hero is everything I aspire to be, and it humbles me.“… there is a war being fought, Ally. D-did you not hear? A storm has been brewing over the blood elven kingdom. Their Sunwell--...”“You’re already well-equipped to defend yourself. Aggression ain’t yours to engage in, leave that to adventurous fools.”The rejection lights my spark as my eyes flash open with vigour.“W-well, then, perhaps I -wish- to be a fool--… the fool! To bask in the glory of battle, to bathe in the enemy’s blood, to--”I draw upon poetic words that leave my mouth like messy slurs, and Elstin chuckles. I cannot quite tell if it is just the familiar sarcasm, or whether it is warmer than usual. “Oh, will you now? Are you plannin’ to knock out a void creature with your instrument?”“No, I’ve got my sword for that! I’m more than what I was taught, I- …”He interrupts me again, the gaze on him stern. “You’ve never fought in a war before. It is not like the jolly fairytales or the chivalrous tournaments, it is a brutal experience. Those who die there have had no opportunity other than to be canon fodder, but you have what they never did: a chance in life. Your knowledge, Quill, that is what keeps you alive. Apply it. Do not risk it needlessly, and go home.” His tone is strangely removed from the attachments he once held, as if in a different state of mind, and he turns around with a solemn expression on him.My cheekbones flare hot as I feel temper rise in me. How can he say that, delaying the inevitable? Is he really so blind to the truth? I jump down the stone to grapple his shoulder, twisting his arm to alert him.“Look at me- … look at me now!”My voice echoes through the swamp as a set of mahogany-coloured eyes turn to listen to my exclaims, and in response I drive my thumb deeper into his skin.“Do I look like someone who has a home now?! You’ve ruined it all! You can’t just pretend that time stops when you leave- … and you cannot shelter me, not any longer. I will fight, I will stand my ground to defend Azeroth. With, or without your help. But I will not sit idle any longer.”He stares at me with strange consideration.Finally, I have his attention.
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"She-who-shines-high"
“She-who-shines-high”, bathes “him-who-thrives-nigh”
Into Her arms, where he sparks
To radiate in everlasting love
And “She-who-shines-high”, comes ‘round, passes by
“Elune-adore, I am by the shore”
“To soak in the light You bore”A maiden who came, all blessed and ordained
She sang of the Mother Moon
A deity, whose name was Elune
The maiden that came, the might of a Dame
Recalled how, one afternoon
The kaldorei would prevail, thanks to Her boonTen-thou-sand-years, “the world was in tears”
Yet Elune mended all fears
By sheltering those who were most fierce
Ten millennia ago, demons took their blow
A queen, ousted, grand was her ego
Yet the moon goddess continued to glowAye, “She-who-shines-high”, with miraculous might
Can bathe those who believe the most
And grant them, powers at great cost
“Moon-maiden, art thou, asking for my vow?”
The innocent boy looked up with glee
And yet, it was not how it first seemed“For you to bow, a great cost must be allowed”
The maiden beheld, and warned almost
Of the tragedy of this revered post
“To give your all to save Azeroth”
She cried, with an innocent plead
To hint at that forbidden creed“Now, you, o’mere boy, who is o’so coy”
“Must never be allured to tread this path”
“Unless this, is all according to Her wrath”
And the young boy considered, watched a land that was withered
And where hope may not prevail
Unless he considered different trailsAnd “She-who-shines-high”, who comes-passes-by
Takes care in naming her champions
Electing those who are most pious
She is all-forgiving, whilst ever-receiving
And illustrious like this fable
Selecting only those most ableSo, the boy came to the conclusion, in all this confusion
That life beheld, he was rather compelled
To follow Her path for all days
“She-who-shines-high”, he sings, day and night
And bathes in her blessing’s light
For, it burns less than the crimson plight“She-who-shines-high”, bathed a boy from lands-high
And took him to become undone
To be more than a second son
Knowing that, while revering, may never be fearing
For the darkest to be interfering
Unless, he too, were to be volunteering
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"Wayward I"
I'm lookin’ for a man with the longest blackest hair
He ought to be muscular, soul alike the truest mare
Aye, I'm lookin' for a man who can tell me where to find
All the worldly senses lost, how to be so debonairI'm lookin' for a Lady with the sweetest preenin' smile
Who can tell me where to go since I'm stuck right by this aisle
Aye, I'm lookin' for the Lady with the sharpest beak around
No one can contest with 'er, she’s got charm and she's got styleI'm lookin' for a child who knows the fairies' pass so well
Since the good Lady recalled 'tis the path run by the snail
Aye, I'm lookin' for a child who can tell me where to go
To find harmony as spoken by the gent who was so svelteO'my eyes are glued to the sky above
Have I lost my way, am I wayward 'nough?
And the breeze is good, it carries on a dove
Now I know my way to find the honeypot
In Bel'ameth, in Bel'ameth, in Bel'ameth, in Bel'amethI’m lookin’ for a bird with feathers broad and wide
An ancient bein’ that has seen the Empire’s strive
Aye, I’m lookin’ for a bird that lived longer than Azshara
A sleep-walker who knows the Dream and prays for LifeI’m lookin’ for a night elf with the finest expertise
Who can tell me how the Dream reflects on all living bein’s
Aye, I’m lookin’ for a kaldorei with knowledge unbound
Yet someone who knows the limits and where no longer grow treesI’m lookin’ for a companion who knows all about nightmares
One who knows the difference between a crow and Xavius’ scares
Aye, I’m lookin’ for a companion who knows all about the strife
That almost caused a tree to burn and scare away the wildlifeO’my eyes are glued to the sky above
Have I lost my way, am I wayward ‘nough?
And the breeze is good, it carries on a dove
Now I know my way to find the honeypot
In Thas’talah, in Thas’talah, in Thas’talah, in Thas’talahNow I know that bein' wayward is bright 'nough
And so is bein' a soul that lives on Azeroth
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"The Riverlands to the North"
In the Riverlands to the North
Starts the Spring earnest and bold
Plucks the damsel apples for the Lord
‘Fore it gets cold and icy up North‘Tis the land of my forefathers up North
Where grandma’am hath sewn the captain’s cloak
Where my uncle hath
Jollily, merrily fallen for a Lady
She came from Tiris Coast
‘Fore the Scourge came storming the NorthIn the Riverlands to the North
Did the prince meet a demon at the port
Burned the port’s city down, our Lord
‘Fore it got too cold up North‘Tis the land where many left for the North
They came back, they were but a corpse
Stroke civilians down, converted the whole town
Aye, the Scourge had reached it
The Riverlands to the North
‘Fore they went on to be so coldAnd so, years passed, the plague wrecking our homes
Seeping into the fields that once bore verdant biomes
Mayhap a pillager now kisses the ghoul, o’damsel of yore
These ruins, near rivers to the NorthSoon, blue made room for crimson shades
Hefty hammers replaced the footmen’s blades
Yet beneath their hollowed guise, they fostered corrupt lies
The red Crusade of zealous faith slayed foul and kind alikeIn the Plaguelands to the North
Took foul things a wander of their own
‘Tis now a place best kept doff
Until the birds sing anew and aloft
In the Riverlands to the North
When they’re no longer so cold
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"Below the balcony / Sacrosanct" (Unfinished)
Below the balcony, he doth be waitin’ for a prince to arrive
‘Tis where he ought to be, in line to hear a noble Lord’s reprise
“Sacrosanct, ‘fore you forget, ‘tis the saying of yore
Sadness sulken, deep into the yearning of forevermore”
Betwixt me of thy silhouette by the candelabra
Had me wish for curses, rubbing on my scab-o’luck
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"O'Syndicate"
The Syndicate, the Syndicate, bandits of noble birth gone to an early bed
Syndicate, O'Syndicate, a nation that hath fallen – forever now forgotten!
The Syndicate, the Syndicate, flowers that once bloomed – wrecked havoc, now are doomed
Syndicate, O'Syndicate, soldiers that hath suffered dismiss, thou wilt hardly be missed!
The Syndicate, your Syndicate, forlorn rogues of old, stories not worth bein' told
Syndicate, O'Syndicate, came down mountains of yore, soon turned to mould!
The Syndicate, this Syndicate, wilt thou ever be stopped -- Gods above, it shows your lack
Syndicate, O'Syndicate, a legacy of cloaks tangerine, making room for banners carmine.
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Chronicles of Virbroc
Citizens Registry of Virbroc
In accordance with the laws of the Kingdom of Stromgarde.
Full name of citizen: Qiles Vincent Carben
Birth certificate? Available.
Day of birth: 17 July in Year 24 ADP.
Place of birth: Erstrift 4, Virbroc
Sex and gender: Male.
Parents: Cerius Carben (father), Alvide Limder-Carben (mother)
Siblings, if applicable: Elstin Limder, Cecora Carben
Education: Homeschooling, private tutoring financed by Lady Limder.
Occupation: Minstrel
Current residency: Wanderer
Secondary residence, if applicable: Erstrift 4, VirbrocWeight: 77kg
Height: 203cm
Colour of eyes: Dark green.
Colour of hair: Strawberry blond.Militia service? Tentative.
Known crimes? None.
Health concerns? Vitiligo, slue foot
Associations, currently:
- Grenn Underhall, outlaw
Associations, past:
- The Rose Inn, Gilneas
- Gilneas Markets
- Private household of Elstin Limder, Stormwind
Document ratified by Lady Alvide Limder-Carben in absence of Qiles Vincent Carben.
On the maternal family tree:
Lord Konrad Limder (born 48 bDP in Linnstone, died 6 aDP near Lordaeron, 54 years)
His wife, Lady Onessa Bathum (born 50 aDP in Gilneas, died 5 bDP in Hearthglen, 45 years)
Their son, Sir Savertin Limder (born 25 bDP in Stratholme, died 26 aDP in Stromgarde, 51 years)
His wife, Homilla Vyle (born 23 bDP in Stratholme, died 16 aDP in Stratholme, 39 years)
Their son, Sir Gerdom Limder (born 5 bDP in Stratholme, missing since 28 aDP in Southshore, 33 years)
His wife, Lady Cecilia “Cecile” Thillebright (born 2bDP in Brill, died 20 aDP in Stratholme, 22 years)
Their son and daughter, Constantin and Constance Limder (born 18 aDP in Lordaeron, died 20 aDP in Stratholme, 2 years)
Their son, Sir Lucam Limder (born 3 bDP in Stratholme, died 20 aDP in Stratholme, 23 years)
Their daughter, Lady Alvide Limder (born 0 aDP in Stratholme, 44 years)
Her husband, Cerius Carben (born 4 bDP in Virbroc, died 29 aDP near Refuge Pointe, 33 years)
Their son, Elstin Limder (born 19 aDP in Virbroc, 25 years)
Their daughter, Cecora Carben (born 22 aDP in Virbroc, 23 years)
Their son, Qiles Carben (born 24 aDP in Virbroc, 20 years)
On the paternal family tree:
Thyrul Carben (born 49 bDP, died 19 aDP, 68 years) -- resurrected as Forsaken in the Fourth War
His son, Myrko Carben (born 26 bDP, died 22 aDP, 48 years)
His wife, Syra Carben (born 25 bDP, died 22 aDP, 47 years)
Their son, Cerius Carben (born 4 bDP in Virbroc, died 29 aDP near Refuge Pointe, 33 years)
His wife, Lady Alvide Limder (born 0 aDP in Stratholme, 44 years)
Their son, Elstin Limder (born 19 aDP in Virbroc)
Their daughter, Cecora Carben (born 22 aDP in Virbroc)
Their son, Qiles Carben (born 24 aDP in Virbroc)
qiles vincent carben
hello and thank you for showing interest in my character. if you want to rp with me, feel free to come and chat about it. communication is the key in clearing any and all issues, so just be open-minded.i refuse to rp with you if you use ai-generated images, text, music or similar. i also don't entertain racists, bigots and minors.my character might flirt, but it is no invitation for erp. i default to 'fade to black'.
commissioned art, made by karrah_e
| Pronouns Birthday Marital Status Class Languages proficiency bonus | he/him 17 july 24aDP single Minstrel; Bard & Fighter Common, Darnassian history nature perception performance persuasion stealth |
