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Player: Forwit

Character Full Name: Aena Arindale

Character In-Game Name: Aena

Nickname(s): Aen, Priestess

Association(s): Stormwind

Race: Human

Class: Priest

Age: 36

Sex: Female

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 132 lbs

Height: 5'4"

Appearance

Priestly Robes

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Good

Aena has an impeccable passion to help the greater good in her given situation regardless of gender or personal qualities. She has adopted a strong dislike of other races aside from humans and dwarves, passionately expressing the evils of other races. A small mixture of this and her new found religious tendency causes her to be a powerfully zealous and charismatic speaker. She holds little spite to other humans no matter their actions; however she reacts in a crazed and violent manner when she is confronted with outlandish cultures or the arts of shadow and fel magic. She is an unpredictable person for a priestess and when periods of stress occur she becomes a strong leader.

She holds a "do things as efficiently as possible" mentality and believes if there is not an efficient leader currently running things, it is her duty to step in. She becomes an excellent multi tasker and is usually a beacon of morality when it comes to rallying her people. Her charismatic abilities pull her through as a diplomatic speaker. When Aena is in a calm state, she makes a massive effort to try and seem as heavenly, compassionate and figure-like as possible, no matter how little she may be. This involves dressing in priestly robes, donning a voice that is overly gentle and speaking with words such as "my child" and "dear". Her sense of morality is confusing. When given a situation, she does not look upon it usually as evil, but rather if it will help people in its accomplished (aside from fel and shadow). She will help as long as it prevents the greater evil from achieving its goals (for example, an obvious and well known assassin asking for help in tracking down a mass murderer).

She uses a combination of both the holy light and her own experimental medicines to heal the wounded. By using this mixture of light and medicine she believes this cuts down the fragility and possible mistakes that only using light magic can cause but also cuts down the long healing time that traditional medicine takes.

History

Ophelia was born in Lakeshire as the older sibling of two, her only other sibling being her brother who was born 3 years after her. Her parents are Adrian Arindale and Ruth Fairhall. As a child, she had to experience the common attack of Orcish invaders in her beautiful town. She was the house child as she grew through her young life. A combination of Lakeshire as a technically peaceful township, her mother's religious view on life and her father's figure of bravery made her into an optimistic young girl. Her brother accompanied his father on logging runs near daily at the age of eight. Within the first few days of the boy leaving with his father, after a visit from a dark robed man, her mother came under a deadly, 'unknown disease' which killed her mere hours after his suspicious visit. On her dying breath, she told Ophelia to move to Stormwind with her brother and father to rebuild their kingdom, and so they too would not come under with her own illness. Cautious to go to Stormwind after they were technically abandoned to their own devices, they moved their only a day after her mother's death. Fearful to let her body rest in Lakeshire where they could not often visit her, they carried it with them wrapped in rugs by cart to Stormwind, where she was buried within Goldshire graveyard on their journey.

Starting their new life in New Stormwind on their old sold furniture and the horse they were carried by, at fifteen years of age, she lived on the very corners of Cathedral square and the Dwarven District. It was not one of the most fabulous places, but a generous man allowed them to live their cost free for a few weeks, where her father got a job working as a laborer in the Dwarven District. She would avoid the entrance of Cathedral Square often, but could never avoid bumping into the occasional holy man or woman, who would try to comfort her. She would deny them this every time. After a horrendous accident involving a weak set of structure holds and some heavy timber, Ophelia, at sixteen years of age and her younger brother Andrew were orphaned. Her father's savings were handled by a small, private group of contractors who were also involved in the district and it was handed down for her and her brother, but was frozen for 12 months, as their father's death was made more 'low-profile' than it should have been so the public was not dissuaded by the integrity of city safety, as two orphaned children receiving a large amount of money after a "little accident involving timber" seemed too suspicious to the public.

For those twelve months, the children became street rats, hanging around the edges of the rebuilding edges of the Dwarven district and up the sides and outer edges of each of the new sectors, most commonly Old Town and the Dwarven District. They were evicted from their home after a few more months of generous living space from the owner of their home, but began secretly squatting there, as the owner of the place, who was a travelling salesman, only occasionally visited Stormwind to sell supplies or was on for business. They stole food a few days a week, and the other days they were fed by people of the cathedral square. When they were offered sanctuary since all of the awful things happening within the kingdom and the time, her brother took this opportunity straight away and joined the church at fourteen. Too pained by her own mothers love and faith in the church, Ophelia could not stay there, as it scorched her with memories of her mother and the day she died. This is also such reason why she refused to be a part of the orphanage, since it was placed directly in the heart of Cathedral Square. Her brother visited and talked to her almost daily; however she clung onto the memory of her mother and refused. Due to the fact the boy owned no money; he could not shelter or provide for her without Ophelia going into the Cathedral square. Two months after she turned sixteen, she was given her father's long deserved savings with a bit of extra "sorry" money from the group. Disgruntled, Ophelia split this with her brother and started paying a small amount of pay to live in the same home that she squatted in for the year. This was not enough however, and she begged on the street, acting deceptively as a 'young girl in need' in hopes of someone giving enough to grace her with eating money while her father's savings were consumed by rent. She was in her last weeks of free living when she was offered a job by a lanky man who approached her on the edge of old town, interested by her charisma and ability to pull peoples heart strings. She became an amateur spy that day, loving the idea.

Soon the days of her life hazed into a mixture, spying on humans as they were weakened by rebuilding their world, collecting information and relaying it back to her leader. The small group of six spies became a closely knit group of friends to her, celebrating birthdays and stories of the day, yet they all had the deceptive quality to them that never quite made them trusted. The leader was not a nice man, and soon began restricting payments to Ophelia out of fear she may have had plans to overthrow him. Evidently, it'd have been easier to kill her, however in the eyes of her colleagues she had been faithful, Ophelia being killed would weaken the entire trust the ring had in their leader. So how could a girl with no money overthrow him? She began stocking and restricting information from her leader when she once more became in dire need of money, convincing her colleagues to do so as well, lying to them about why they should. She'd manipulate them with intricate lies of the leader's deception and low payments; spending weeks subtly causing distrust between them and their leader. When she secretly and slowly ground his business to a halt, she overthrew him by reporting him for selling possible information that could break the integrity of the human empire to The Horde. This was not true, but she was successful. Out of disgust, distrust and belief Ophelia would drive their spy operation into the ground, five of them left her. Over the next year, her last original spy died in an operation into Lakeshire, where a Blackrock Orc had slain him. Mourning over his death, she picked the peices back up, using the Gnome's stockpile of gold to begin her empire.

At age 20 she now ran an information broking agency over the southern eastern kingdoms which branched into even Ratchet. She ran a group of eight new, fresh and only partially talented spies, gathering and selling information of major human settlements and their relation to other races around Azeroth, but mostly the Eastern Kingdoms. Over the proceeding twelve months, she began to receive numerous death threats, legal threats, blackmail, mutiny attempts and challenges from other rival information gangs that were beginning to grow and this is where she knew she was starting to get a bit far over her head, as even if she were to step outside, she'd need several guards around her so she wouldn't get beaten or assassinated. On the night of her Twenty First birthday, It was only hours after she had re dyed her hair, changed her clothes and gotten obliterated on whiskey that she ventured outside alone. She sat at the new fountain close-by the recently opened Guilded Rose and met two blonde, valiant men. One young, around her age, and another more seasoned. After her embarrassing drunken stupor and a pile of vomit on the oldest man's legs, she was offered to go with them on their journey, as they always needed another hand. She saw this as the perfect way of escape, and after covering herself on robes, she returned to her clan of spies, handing over her leadership to the most senior spy. In her last order, every member of the group was sent out to destroy any evidence of her existence. This included her official Stormwind Register and visitors record. She'd lead her spies as soon as they joined to attempt a climb in the political landscape of Stormwind, in case of any mishaps. It was successful to a moderate degree, being her spies were not of substantial politic power. On her return, the two men asked for her name and that night she coined the name... "Aena".

They arrived in the mottled battlegrounds of Hillsbrad Foothills after a month in Lakeshire. Of course, Aena was not dedicated to stay to the two men, coming and leaving as she saw fit, even considering abandonment of the two men as all they seemed to want to do was help those in need, do mercenary jobs and preach to Aena on how she should join the light. It was only there in Hillsbrad where she was truly affected by the two. She had become infatuated with the younger of the two, which was a paladin. As they were travelling to Southshore after a long trip of checking for Forsaken and staring at the back of her crushes head, they were attacked. Several forsaken ambushed them at a T-intersection, throwing the older paladin and her off of their horse. She laid on the ground dazed and her companion unconscious. A more primal of the three Forsaken leapt upon her in her time of weakness, jagged teeth clamping down on her arm that she held up to try to protect herself with. With a pull of the Forsakens powerful jaw, blood surfaced in thick streams from her forearm. He was torn from her before he could do more damage, her paladin savior smashing the Forsakens skull with his hammer after dealing with the two others which fled.

Shaken and injured, they returned to the nearby Southshore where she was healed with light magic and rested over several days. Even more infatuated by the paladin's bravery, she confessed her love for him, which she was gently denied. He spoke with her about his codes, demonstrating that he believed falling into a relationship hazes judgement, and he thinks that he will focus more on helping that one person when he could help so many others. He spoke to her once more about his morals, codes, the church, light and the Forsaken. This is where she finally decided to depart from the two and head back to Stormwind in tears.

She arrived back to the arms of her brother, who was a paladin in training. She stepped within the Cathedral for the first time in her adult life, the golden lights from the stained glass windows made the sight all the more beautiful. A mixture of her mother's effect on her, her brother, the two paladins and the attack she suffered caused her to fall upon her knees and ask to be embraced by the light, just as her mother wanted her to. And in a way, this would avenge her mother's death. Ophelia died that die, and from her raised Aena, the acolyte.

She had spent her time in the welcome arms of both her brother and the Church's people, regretting not having joined sooner due to their hospitality. She'd stayed an acolyte for many years; a lack of strong will and her plagued past was, of course, hard to overcome. It was only after ten frustrated years that she had finally grasped the strength, will and title of a priestess.