So I just realized Maurice’s birthday is actually coming up really soon, it doesn’t matter but it made me wonder how do other peoples characters spend their birthdays?
A lot of my OCs are elves, so they don’t really celebrate their birthday all that much, similar to how we don’t celebrate the monthly anniversary of our birthday. My head canon is that Thalassians probably celebrate every decade, and kaldorei older than 1,000 celebrate every century. That is, if they celebrate at all. However, I think birthdays are fun, so I haven’t adopted that head canon.
I feel like birthdays used to be a big thing for Beloran. That they were probably a religious ceremony celebrating the creation of new life under the guidance of the Light. I feel like they used to be a big celebratory service at his monastery.
I don’t think he celebrated them in the time between the destruction and re-ignition of the Sunwell. Too much time being an angry, serious Blood Knight.
Then, after the Sunwell reignited, especially in recent years, I feel like they’d be a frustrating, if not sombre, time for him. He was an identical twin. While both he and his brother were devout priests prior to the fall of Quel’thalas, his brother turned to fel and the Void while Beloran joined the Blood Knights. It created a rift between them that has only grown larger until his brother was exiled from Quel’thalas. Now, they are basically openly hostile with each other (like 90% of this is Bel’s fault, btw). So, birthdays are a sad time for him, reminding him of the brother he has lost. Maybe he tries to do the same ceremonies he used to, but just can’t bring himself to really enjoy them.
Honestly, Vanndrel’s experienced so much trauma over the past two decades of his life I don’t think he’d legitimately remember his birthday. Since the “accident” with Umbric’s group, he’d probably question exactly how old he truly is now.
This toon does not celebrate. He finds it a bit ridiculous to do so given how long he’s lived, and he also has a lot of baggage around events that would be traditionally celebrated with family. He’ll celebrate the birthdays of those he cares about just fine, but his own is something he’d rather ignore.
I imagine that Stassi used to hold extravagant parties for every birthday, despite being an elf. It was just another excuse for a party and to go all out. But, I don’t think she has the resources, or the spoons/bones to even try. Maybe she’ll ask Temel about throwing a birthday party.
“Happy birthday, Mauricius! “
(If I was subscribed then Elizabeth would be scrambling to arrange a birthday present for her childhood friend right now. As is, please just pretend she baked him a cake haha)
Drinking and writing angry letters.
Nakira doesn’t actually know her birthday so she’s never celebrated it. If she were to find out though it wouldn’t change much for her. It would be just another day like any other
Vulperas do not have birthdays because they were created in a lab.
I’m with the elves and Juspion doesn’t celebrate his birthday.
I like Beloran’s headcanon, I would think Draenei may have similar customs. After a certain point you start celebrating in larger and larger increments as you age further and further into your 100s and 1000s and even 10,000 years. Though I am curious how being refugees for so long could play a part in this. I’m a little too tired right now to think that through but I imagine customs changed significantly after fleeing Argus.
Otherwise Juspion was an adult on Argus and then all that time flying around I have no idea how old he is and my TRP says don’t make me do math for his age. I suspect he’s like me and has no idea how old he even let alone what day his birthday even is, especially when you try to figure out Argus calendar time vs Azeroth and formerly Draenor and whatever other planet’s they had visited and that’s even if they based their calendars on the rotation of Argus or Azeroth around the sun and now this is getting too complicated and I’m that grumpy bus driver Simpson meme pointing at the sign that says don’t make me do math
Jian picks a random city and bar crawls, because pandaren are nothing if not partially predictable.
hoping to catch a glimpse of his lover’s ghost in Darrowshire
I can barely remember my birthday/how old I am IRL let alone IC.
Feyawen does not celebrate her birthday. But she does celebrate the birthday of her twin daughters every year.

Among those I’ve considered this with before:
Zhaoyang doesn’t typically do anything special for her birthday. At best she may buy herself something sweet, or have a meal consisting of her favorite food. Since the last Legion invasion her mother has been able to help with the latter.
Astrea usually drinks moonberry wine in solitude. This is also her preferred means of celebrating most holidays if she chooses to at all.
Aurlanaar, my Draenei Paladin, spends an hour in prayer to her parents (biological and adoptive) then spends the rest of the day in relative leisure; typically, this entails naps and light drinking.
Brelsa, my longest lasting Horde DK and Sinothyr’s mentor, sometimes bakes a cake. Sometimes she gives it away, sometimes she eats it; sometimes she does both. Whatever the case it’s fulfilling and that’s what matters to her.
Upon writing it has occurred to me that my characters are a bit dull, and in some cases quite sad, when it comes to holidays.
Addendum:
In part out of boredom I want to elaborate a bit on Astrea. It is somewhat rare that she’d bother to celebrate most holidays at all, especially her birthday. In the case of the latter, it serves to remind her of what she considers to be a better time; the days when she had sure and prosperous future and status, when she wasn’t living in a crumbling ruin.
Greater than that however is that her birthday is a hard reminder of her mortality. As much as she seems to dislike the world that she currently lives in she doesn’t want to die. There is still more left to do but she no longer has all the time in the world to do it; and more things than political strife to worry about cutting it short. She’s old, she continues to get older and the years weigh exponentially heavier as they pass.
Overall, she sits alone to be with wine and her thoughts because reflection is and drink are her only comforts beyond her work; the only ones she allows, that is.
Thomas doesn’t remember his birthday, his tombstone only has year of birth and year of death instead of exact dates. So instead he celebrates the time of year he decided to stop being a recluse and make friends again. (aka when I made the character)
Every year Sarestha secludes herself away somewhere solitary and lights a single candle for her birthday. She takes some time to remember the old days, when she was alive, to reach out for yet fail to fully grasp the feelings she once felt. The elation when her parents gave her a present. The happiness she felt surrounded by family and friends singing “happy birthday” as she blows out and candles on her cake. The joy and fun she used to have at birthday parties.
Then, casting the dream aside and leaving it with the fantasy to which it belongs, she blows out the candle, wipes her tearless eyes, feeling as though tears should be there that never come, and goes back to focus on her life’s mission - rebuilding her Kingdom.
It’s a small indulgence she allows herself, in an unlife of self-denial.
Chentao probably spends it trying to convince himself he’s done so well at “ignoring” or “forgetting” it was that day, while also grumbling more often than usual at the gray furs he’s seeing in the mirror.
Libations and confections next to the ocean and probably some sort of ill-advised contest among friends while the world is a brightly tinged blur before passing out. And then immediate regret when looking at the inn bill the next morning.
My headcanon for some of the older generations of the tribal cultures don’t remember the day of their birth but there are some hearsay chronicles of their birth. “When the leaves turned brown”, “An early frosty morning”, “When the herds begin the long slumber”, “When the sun reached the highest peak” - Jan-Mak doesn’t remember his birthday. The day is never the same, but he feels when he has grown a year older. Bare with me in this goofy image, but that scene where Legolas suddenly stops and contemplates (in the two towers percy jackson movie). He’s filled with lots of conflicting emotions before he looks to the sun. (then followed by the ‘blood was spilled this night’ but ignore that) That’s the imagery I get when I think of Jan-Mak’s birthday. How far he’s come, how he is so much older than many of his tribe - and how he isn’t dead yet.