Alteryia

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Player: Reigen

Character Full Name: Alteryia Blightblood [Formally Novalight]

Character In-Game Name: Alteryia

Nickname(s): Ryia

Association(s): Novalights

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Death Knight

Age: 713

Sex: Female

Hair: Short and blonde

Eyes: Glowing Blue

Weight: 130 Lbs.

Height: 5'11"

Appearance

Alteryia has recently updated to pull plate armor over the mismatched pieces she had before. She never removes it, even though she can and can often be heard coming before she's seen. Her skin is a dark, unnatural color in contrast from her tan tone from when she was alive. The moss still lingers in her hair, the woman having not washed it for some time.

Other: Alteryia, surprisingly enough, has expensive earrings on and wears several bracelets under her gauntlets. Around her neck is a gold pendent which holds her family crest. Sometimes her cruel expression softens when mentioning her brother, Zariel, or Xanthe. On her back is a large scar from which she was struck twice.


Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Alteryia could care less about anyone else around her. The sight of another living person is for her, a walking meal in order to feed the hunger inside of her. She has never attempted, nor will attempt, to take steps in order to calm the urge to kill. She freely harms anyone who is around her, and if not for the guards, would murder in the middle of a city if it meant even a small amount of relief for herself. For her, the hunger is too strong to go more than a few hours without having to slay something or, normally, someone.

She has a detached way of going about things. Often times, she won't even look at a person when speaking, finding herself above such things. When speaking, she might call someone by their race, clothing color or living status. Never does she address them by their name unless they have earned it in her eyes.

She never stops moving and has lost track of the days. To her, time means nothing. She will live as long as no one destroys her, thus all sense of time as slipped from her. She can often be seen wondering around the woods at night, her faithful steed following along besides her, or she might ride on top of it. Either way, the woman never rests, not even for death.

Alteryia is loyal only to herself and a few others. She would readily die in order to protect Zariel and might consider doing so for her father as well. She only ever fights serious when either of them are around. Her fighting style is an odd one, as she only fights from the top of her steed. Her long pole-arm is put to much use, and once she's off, she'll spend her time trying to knock everyone away from her until she's able to get back on top of her undead steed. She cares little of her nobility and would choose to forsake it all if not for the fact that her family needed and wanted her around.

History

Alteryia was born a rather spoiled child, not knowing the difference between 'needs' and 'wants'. Growing up, she had it all. She wore the best dresses, the most expensive jewelry and had many boys striving for her attention, if only to hold the hand of the beautiful lady Novalight. She had a new boy to court her almost weekly, quickly growing bored with one and moving on to flirt with the next. She liked to think herself a real heart-breaker and was quick to assume that every female was jealous of her.

She was a class-A daddy's girl. Whenever she had a problem, she'd turn on the waterworks and beg her father for the object of interest. To this day, she can remember being denied nothing, but it only served to quell what it was she truly wanted: Her father's love. While she had any object she needed, what she wanted most of all was more of her fathers attention. Jidaeo was always a busy soul, engulfing himself more in his work than in his family. Thus, Alteryia strove to do whatever it was she could to hear praise from her father and to have him pay attention to her. She took up many arts, including singing, paining, dancing and at last started to practice as a mage.

Her wild streak ran through her system though. She took every opportunity she had to go out to a party, wild or fancy. Often times her brother out of worry would lecture her for it. This would only cause her to laugh and shake her head before moving on to the next big thrill of the season. Her closet would change as much as her mind did; such was the privilege of being the younger daughter. She enjoyed her childhood and teenage years as much as one could.

As she grew older, she began to calm a bit and focused more on her studies. She was not the best of the Magi, but she tried her hardest in order to impress her father. As time went on, she was noticed less and less in favor of the next Nova in line. Alteryia tried not to let this bother her, and instead excelled in her singing, though found herself not a great dancer. She wasn't that bad of a painter either, but found more fun in smearing the paint on Zariel's face than on the canvas.

She took up traveling for some time when the eyes of the family were not upon her and ended up falling for one of her companions. However, much like any failed love goes, he left her not long after their first night together. Rather than it being something she could just forget about, she found herself with child from the man. Facing the possible shame that would come from such a thing, Alteryia chose to extend her leave even longer and hide with a few of her lower-end friends. There the child was birthed and as much as Alteryia loved the little boy, she feared what would happen to him if she returned home with him.

She left the boy with her childless friends, leaving to return home. She returned often to check up on him, though was never introduced as his real mother. She made it a point never to bring him up around the family either, thinking it best an issue left in the dark. Her heart often yearned to bring him home with her, she had to settle on the visits she could manage.

When her father left to fight with the Farstriders in Northrend, she was devastated and cried for him not to leave. Her pleas were ignored and soon she had to say goodbye to her father after he moved them to a new home. She grew rather angry after the fact, feeling she had never been able to impress him. She decided to work harder and be a better mage. She turned to locking herself in her new room in order to avoid distractions.

When most of the Farstriders returned home, Alteryia was excited as could be. Perhaps she could now impress her father with her improved studies. She waited all day for him to walk in the door but Jidaeo did not return. A few days passed with her sitting at the door, clutching one of the many gifts he had gotten her, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

When the scourge descended upon Silvermoon later, she took the time to run out in her white robe to start searching for her father. Zariel had followed much to her dismay and complained the whole trip. Out of annoyance, she turned around to snap at him only to feel a pain in her back, that of a blade. It had been one of the undead minions. After it had cut her down, she weakly remained on her elbows. She gave on last frantic scream and blasted the creature with a fireball in order to weaken it as Zariel ran away. She didn't remember much after, as soon her vision faded.

She woke up a day later in a camp with a few other elves. She had been thankful to find that a fleeing mage had seen her, and after stunning the monstrous creature, had grabbed her and teleported away. Pure luck had saved the poor girl. She was resolved to find her father, but not before repaying the debt to the mage. She stuck around as his apprentice for around a year, feeding off the fel once it became available to cure her addiction. She was proud to call herself a Sin'dorei in honor of all that fell for the city.

When word of the Argent Dawn reached her ear, she thought it to be the perfect opportunity to find her father. She joined their ranks and was soon off fighting with the rest of them, offering her services as a mage. She remained ever hopeful that she would see her fathers face in the group, but such a thing never came.

It was there in the Dawn where she met someone who could bring her comfort. He was a blood elven paladin by the name of Maennicus. They stuck up a quick friendship, speaking to each other during marches and sitting together when what passed as food would be given to them. Perhaps the danger of the situation is what caused their feelings to grow at a large rate, but after what felt like a short time the two were married. There was no ceremony, simply a priest who declared them together and paperwork sent back to Silvermoon.

A surprise attack at night left them defenseless. She tried hard as she could, but was helpless as friend after friend was cut down. She had been relaxing in a simple robe her father had gifted to her ages ago when the screams first came. She ran out in a panic for her lover only to once more feel the pain in her back. She fell to the ground once more, almost hoping she would wake up as she did the first time.

This was not the case.

Alteriya awoke as a servant to the Lich King. She cried out to herself as her body lifted a weapon that was not hers, donned armor that was not hers and marched to a beat that was not familiar. The whispers of the cursed King thundered over her screaming head. She could only watch as the weapon that was not hers was lifted to come rushing down onto her first innocents, a farmer and his family.

Alteriya fought mostly on top of a long dead horse, favoring a mid-length spear for her weapon. For every innocent she killed, part of her died on the inside. Every scream of another caused her voice to become duller. Her pain would never die, as she was simply a tool for slaughter. By the sixth day, there was nothing left of Alteryia Novalight, the self-proclaimed jewel. There was only a butcher in her skin, one that lived for the next slaughter. Her mind twisted and warped her into the thing she is to the current day. The only thing that remained was her want to see her father for one last time and her worry over what became of her husband.

These thoughts were her saving grace.

A lapse in the whispers came one day. She was confused at first as a peasant scrambled away from her stilled spear. Others had this same problem as well. Upon the full relization of their freedom, Alteryia found herself dragged away from the bulk of the group by the man that she had married. He too had fallen to the curse, but he seemed to have more of himself left than she had remaining in her own head. He would hide her away, fearing the reaction of the public to their kind. Only when relations were improved to the point of a tentative acceptance did the two come out from their hiding.

Her mind soon became overwhelmed with anger to the Lich King and as soon as she heard of the Ebon Blade, she was quick to retaliate against her imprisonment. She would keep fighting until the death of the Lich King with Maennicus by her side. He stayed around longer than she did though, due to her large mistrust of the living at that point in time.

Once her job was done, she as well as many others got ride of the tainted Saronite armor. She left the home of the Ebon blade in nothing more than the robe she had been in so long ago. For the longest time, she stood still, allowing the mold to start to form on her flesh and robes. The hunger became too great for her and she started to hunt. For every person she slew, she would remove a piece of their armor and add it on top of her robe. This practice went on until she could pass for something as armored.

Alteryia did not wish to return home, so she remained in the forests of the world, standing still in one spot for a long time until a travel would come upon her. For each person she killed under her freedom, her hunger grew. Soon enough, waiting for her prey to come to her was no longer filling, and she began to move. Many slaughters later, she started to travel avidly, even making use of her undead steed to run around, cutting down any in her path.

It was soon after this point that Maennicus found her and started to restrict her hunts. With his aid, she managed to calm down just enough to function normally around others once again. He also started to try to get her to embrace her undeath in an attempt to cox what she used to be out of her shell. Thus far his attempts have not met with much success, though it does not prevent him from trying much to her apparent annoyance. It was his idea to change their names to embrace their new state thus becoming the Blightbloods, a combination of his specialty in blood runes and her specialty in plague.

Time passed once again before the thought of her other family returned. She had no real desire to see them with how she was now but she was encouraged to by her husband, reminding her that she had nothing to lost in doing so.

Upon returning to her family, she found them in a state of chaos and took up the roll of a protector in order to make sure her siblings were safe. She remained around for a long time to be sure they were safe while the struggling family regained their footing. Once such was accomplished, she left for some time, only to return home with news of the supposed death of her husband. She never spoke much of him after that, choosing only to remain hidden behind her empty stare and emotionless voice.

Unknown to her family, she has finally retrieved her son and has been keeping him hidden away elsewhere under her jealous protection. She finds him the one she she can 'claim' as her own these days after her siblings had all ran off and gotten married. She currently stalks around Eversong, waiting for the day when it's appropriate to bring her son up to be a proper member of the Novalight household.

Skills and Abilities

She finds herself excelling at mounted combat, choosing a spear over any other weapon. Her undead steed seems to be an extension of her own will and almost always knows what she wants to do or where to move without her needing to command it verbally. This connection makes the two a deadly foe. When the enemy is too close for Alteryia to hit with her axe, the steed comes into play by crushing her enemies under its plagued feet. Due to her mounted style of combat, she can easily run away from sticky situations should they turn out of her favor.