Anasarnia

Information

• Player: Psycho.

• Character Full Name: Anasarnia.

• Character In-Game Name: Anasarnia.

• Nickname(s): Ann', Anna.

• Association(s): The Exodar, Shakur.

• Race: Draenei.

• Class: Paladin.

• Age: 11,000 years old.

• Sex: Female.

• Hair: Anasarnia's hair is a rather wide style with curls reaching down her neck and unto her back. She usually wears a purple band on her forehead drawn back in order to keep her hair from obscuring her sight.

• Eyes: Anasarnia's eyes are a glowing blue, like all Draenei.

• Weight: 297 lbs [135 kg].

• Height: Anasarnia was gifted with a bit more height for a usual Draenei female. She stands at 8'1" [2.48 m].

• Alignment: Lawful good.

Appearance

Anasarnia wears a gray set of plate armor. Along it runs golden and blue decorations. Her shoulderpads are a simple pair of curved golden squares with three spikes emerging from them.

Anasarnia's hip bears a large scar.

Personality

Anasarnia is a rather strange mix one might say. At times her attitude is young and fresh, she enjoys smiling a lot and a good talk, but at other times she is vindicate and vengeful against many other races. She despises Orcs to an almost extremist way, and will often show her dislike to Orcs in public. She has a way of thought that can be described as offensive. She believes the only way to truly end evil, is to strike quick and to strike first. Anasarnia at other times can also be described as a bit fanatic; She tends to her gear with the utmost of obsession, at times cleaning it for hours until she can clean it no more. The reason behind her behavior is due to her sentimental connection to her armor, and most importantly to her sword.

History

Anasarnia born upon the Oshu'gun in the time of flight. Her father, a rightous Vindicator of zealous belief, and her mother, a priestess of the Light has brought her into a heavily religious lifestyle. As she grew, her parents told her tales of the beautiful planes of Argus, of the wonderful life they had there before the demons corruption. "My child," She remembers still, the image of her father, a strong Draenei sitting her atop his lap as a small child. "There will be a time, where you must take up your stance against the darkness that sweeps across the land. I have utmost of faith in you."

Anasarnia's parents never held back any information from her. They would tell her of the evils that the demons corruption brought, of the peaceful lives they have ruined for their own dark greed. All her life Anasarnia has adopted this zealous mentality, she had learnt to embrace the light and as she reached to the age of two thousand years old, just upon reaching the age of Draenei adulthood she had decided to take upon the mission of becoming a Vindicator. She would never forget the day she had took up her oaths. She had matured, her body developed and young as she knelt down in front of her Vindicator as his squire. The Vindicator spoke with pride and power in his voice. "Anasarnia, do you vow yourself into the protection of the innocent, to the destruction of evil, and to take upon the tasks of a Vindicator?" Anasarnia remembered herself answering with such pride swelling up in her chest. "Yes, I am prepared. I take these vows."

The memories flow by, years passed since she had first began her training upon the road to becoming a Vindicator. The training was hard, but rewarding. With each passing year she would simply progress herself more and more. After the course of twenty years of training, she had at last stood upon her final challenge. To forge her own weapon, her own tool of which she will uphold justice and the Light with. Anasarnia has selected a mixture of steel and gold, which gave her blade a shimmering clean appearance. After months of collecting the materials needed, and learning how to produce the weapon... It was finished. A beautiful golden blade with a purple hilt, it's hiltguard seemed like a pair of wings outstreching from it. After it's reforging, and Anasarnia's ceremony her father took her aside. He was older, his strong physique withered a bit, but a warm smile on his face. He handed his daughter a gem... A single blue gem, to which to apply to the blade. "Remember my daughter... Even at darkest times... There will be light." The gem glimmered in a faint blue light.

Eight thousand years have passed, when at a peaceful morning, Anasarnia was awoken by a loud message, they have reached shelter. They have reached the planet of Draenor. Anasarnia with a sense of duty and pride was one of the first expeditions outwards into the planet, where she had encountered a local clan of Orcs. Much to Anasarnia's pleasant surprise, the Orcs were peaceful and inviting to the Draenei. She had quickly befriended a certain Orc woman by the name of Mok'ga. The two have traded cultural aspects and quickly became close friends. Mok'ga was lucky enough to pass away before the demons corruption, but upon her deathbed she asked Anasarnia to take up the duty of watching her child, and her child's children. Anasarnia nodded with little to no issue. That all day when the Orcs corruption have occurred... The once peaceful tribes turned against the Draenei in a murderous rage and blood lust.

Anasarnia fought wherever she could, but to no avail. Soon the Draenei were driven to their last sanctuary of Shattarath... She could remember the occurring clearly. "Hold them back!" She remembered yelling, she remembered when the walls broke and she met the Orcs in battle head on. And she remembered a certain foe... She remember Lok'tush. One of Mok'ga's descendants. The battle raged on, and in the heat of battle Anasarnia felt a stern grip around her shoulder. Her old father smiled to her warily. "My child... My time has come..." Ansarnia didn't need more then that to run. She gave her father a single embracing hug before running off, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed. She heard pained cries behind her, as she fled into the isolation of Zangramarsh. Her duration on Zangramarhs was a hard existence, but it steeled Anasarnia. As eventually they have retreated back to earth upon the Exodar, Anasarnia was one of the survivors from the crash. Dazed, confused, and tiered she began her new life in Azeroth, meeting the various races and people.

Anasarnia currently resides in Telredor, doing the best she can to aid her people no matter the cost.