Beladriel

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Player: Judgernaut

Character Full Name: Beladriel Ruadeth

Character In-Game Name: Beladriel

Nickname(s): -

Association(s): Horde, Blood Elves; Union of Cognition

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Priest

Skills and Abilities: Shadow Magic, tailoring.

Age: 180

Sex: Female

Hair: Blond, natural. Long wavy golden blond hair cascading past her shoulders and ending into delicate patches tied up with light red silken straps.

Eyes: Dark Green

Weight: 135lbs

Height: 6'2”

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Appearance

In traveling gear she is dressed into a tight bodysuit of fine leather, the whole garment crafted by none other than herself. When in more civilised company she is usually seen wearing a dress or a well made suit.

Other: Her lips show more emotion than the rest of her face, where her eyes are deprived of emotion.

Personality

Witty, cunning and very very quick to speak her mind. Annoying.

History

~Beladriel Ruadeth did not grow up to be a good daughter of a healthy family. But it was not so in the beginning.

Beladriel lived with her mother and father in the great city before its fall. Her parents were both masters of the divine art and Beladriel was homeschooled, a privileged that many of her friends envied her for. She grew up to be a promising priest of shadow magic and her charms were powerful for a Quel'dorei of her age. But that is all now but a vague memory for Beladriel. . .~

She stands now amidst carnage, her hands soaked in blood and her beautiful red silk dress is torn and splattered with bits of skin and blood. She kneels down next to the body, admiring her handiwork, smiling as she takes hold of the dead female Sin'dorei's hand. Beladriel can feel the warmth escape the now stone cold limb. She wipes her forehead and lets loose, the hand falls to the ground on to a puddle of blood and Beladriel enjoys the view as a few drops of blood are splashed around on to surfaces that are already red with the very essence of life.

She lets her knees relax, lowering herself from a kneeling position to sitting, right next to the dead carcass beside her. Her mind begins to wander and as she begins to feel an emotion of peace, she recaps the events that lead her here.

Here, sitting beside her dead mother.

~Beladriel runs home from the town square, her hands keeping the hem of her dress in place as she sprints towards her destination. She keeps her head low, as there is a nasty bruise atop her left eyebrow and her lower lip is torn, now decorated with a infected looking scar. She does not want anyone to see her and she is torn inside, gambling her options whether to go home or not. Her feet come to a stop, she is panting, exhausted and in pain, she now stands in front of a door of what can only be described as a miserable looking hut. Her home. Her prison...

She inhales deep and as her eyelids close, a tear is squeezed from her eye. Her hand grasps the handle of the door and as quietly as possible she sneaks past the door and ever so careful closing it behind her. The door moves, and its nudges into place. Now closed, a mechanism inside clicks, a sound that is so loud to the sneaking girl that she quickly passes a prayer in her thoughts. She does so in vain, a hollow scream echoes from behind a corner right infront of her, vaguely sounding like a gargled shout of her name. Her knees shiver as she takes a step forward, passing the corner. She stops at the view.

An empty room with a single chair and in that chair sits an abomination of a sin'dorei, eyes as dark as a thunderstorm, skin pale and deprived of life. A starving creature with bones visible through the skin and hair, thin and dirty, pointing in which every direction possible. She can be only identified as a sin'dorei female, that made possible by her dirty ears and malnourished hint of a bosom.

Beladriel closes her eyes yet again and walks closer to this creature in the chair. Random noises of grunts and unrecognizable words come from the wretched being. Beladriel extends her arm towards the being, opening her palm she reveals two clear blue crystals and as soon as the light escapes into the dark room the wretched being snatches the crystals from Beladriel's hand and the blue glow is gone.~

Beladriel adjusts her position and is now holding the head of the dead female in her lap, stroking through the foul smelling hair of the dead carcass's head. She can remember it well, how this being tormented with withdrawal used to scream and hurt her, make her steal mana crystals and even drain power from her own daughter at the cost of terrible pain. She could not count the years of how long this had continued and she was amazed how easily it had ended. She felt proud and was amazed how quickly it all happened. It was no longer than an hour ago, that Beladriel was screaming for her life on the floor, begging for her mother to stop, shouting and crying. An experience so painful that it never ceased to torment her, even though it had continued for years, day and night.

It was an opportunity. No! An divine intervention, she thought. For it was a chance to save her own life. The wretched being stopped draining her, and she lay on the ground crying, begging for help, begging for her to stop. And there it was.

Within arm's length.

A knife. A long, shiny knife with a black wooden handle.

It all ended then. Her frustration, her pain, her anger all suddenly became a source of satisfaction as she channeled all those feelings through the knife in to soft flesh. Again. And again.

And again.

And now, as the day nears its end, and the deed is done, a blood-soaked elf is walking out of the destroyed part of Silvermoon. Walking towards South.

Smiling.