Bianca

Information

Player: Nexi

Character Full Name: Bianca Eveans

Character In-Game Name: Bianca

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Argent Crusade

Race: Human

Class: Rifleman Warrior

Skills and Abilities: She has a preference for flintlock rifles/pistols and one-handed blades than any other weapon, the weight of which is offset by wearing nothing heavier than light leather armor.

Age: 21

Sex: Female

Hair: Black.

Eyes: Dark brown.

Weight: 160lbs (72.7kg)

Height: 5'6" (167.6cm)

Usual Garments/Armor: Bianca usually wears cloth or lightweight leather, but can be seen carrying a flintlock rifle, a pistol with a similar mechanism at her hip, a powder horn on the other side, a pouch of steel rounds and a steel blade, when called to arms.

Personality: While she often times comes across as being cold and uncaring, Bianca is a genuinely kindhearted young lady to those she deems worthy of seeing that side of her. She is incredibly slow to trust anyone, but holds the few people she -has- allowed into her inner circle very closely.

Incredibly stubborn, it's not unlikely for her to disregard the advice of others ( which is usually unwanted anyway ) in the pursuit of her own goals. Not -selfish- goals, but rather the course of action she feels in her heart is the proper path to take.

She's quite religious as well, and can always be seen saying a prayer before battle and while aiming her rifle.

History: Bianca was born in Tirisfal Glades just as the Second War had begun. Her father was a warrior who would become one of the first Paladins in the Knights of the Silver Hand, and serve during the Second and Third Wars while her mother was a simple farm girl who came from modest means. They were a strict and hardworking couple who owned a small farm not that far from the capital. From an early age she was taught to be strong, independent, and a firm believer of the Light. During times of peace, her days were spent either working on the farm alongside her parents or training with her father in the use of a variety of weapons and studying the values of the Light with her mother.

She was largely unaffected by war and carried on her simple and quiet life until about the age of 14, when the Third War began and word of plague began to spread. Bianca and her mother took what little they had and set sail to Stormwind to escape the undead onslaught. Being driven away from her home left a scar in her mind, one of rage and vengeance and helplessness, feelings she used to push her further into her training as a swordsman and rifleman.

Before the war's end, the Eveans' received a death notification, her father had met his end in combat. The news pushed her mother into an unyielding despair, and Bianca grew more reserved and inwardly angry than ever. But the pair of them kept to the Light, making regular visits to the city's Cathedral, and they did their best to rebuild the lives they had lost. But before their dreams could come to fruition, Bianca's mother passed unexpectedly, and she was left alone.

There were times where she considered turning her pistol on herself and, being alone, the only thing that stopped her were feelings of vengeance. The thought that she'd one day get her chance to fight back. And finally, when she came of age to enlist, such a chance presented itself in the form of the Argent Crusade. Her intentions were never to get buddy buddy with the Horde races, but she had no intention of remaining in the army once her vengeance had been met, else she'd have joined the Alliance Army, and so long as they were willing to help her kill those responsible for the death of her father, and indirectly the death of her mother, that's all she cared for. Even though men and women of the Horde races fought and died at her side, she remained as secluded and racist as ever, only interacting with anyone at all when she was required to, else she simply honed her shooting and swordsmanship.

It wasn't long before word of the Lich King's fall reached her regiment, and she could only fall to her knees and cry. Years of bottled up sorrow, frustration and confusion flowed down her cheeks onto the snow of Northrend.

It was finally over.