Breya

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Alliance Breya Saevard
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Title <Warlock-in-training>
Gender Female
Race Dwarf
Class Warlock
Age 42
Height 4'9"
Weight 180
Eyes Brown
Hair Blonde
Affilliation(s) Ironforge
Relative(s) Unknown
Companion(s) None
Status Alive


Information

Player: Holynexus

Character Full Name: Breya Saevard

Character In-Game Name: Breya

Nickname(s): ---

Association(s): Alliance, Ironforge

Race: Dwarf

Class: Warlock

Age: 42

Sex: Female

Hair: Braided blonde

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 180

Height: 4'9

Appearance

She often wears blueish or reddish colors, and appears young and healthy. Mostly, her sight, which often curiously wanders off. Scars over the face and burns a bit everywhere. Puffy cheeks nonetheless and a never-fading soft smile. Her eyes are a different story and are already weary.

Personality

Breya is not your typical warlock......that is, not yet, for she's an avid learner, but also a very new one. Breya is a very caring and heartfelt dwarf, and in better days used to wander Dwarven lands to assist with faith-based power. She is cheerful and light-hearted, and also a heavy drinker (hey, she's a dwarf!). Beneath the cheerful facade, Breya is, and has always been, a dwarf who doubted herself. She's shy, a but unsocial at first even, and certainly mindful of how she seems to people.

The Cataclysm that shook Azeroth resolved Breya to seek more powerful magic than what she had been wielding, though she had considered it for a long time beforehand. The times she used to help people are pretty much over, as she now broods on her lone research. Her goals are blurry even in her mind - more power to better help her people, and if Fel does tax on her mind, she prefers sacrificing herself for the sake of her people. In truth, Breya has always been a little bit too short-sighted, and might not fully realize the dark path she's thinking of treading...


History

The dwarf known as Breya was born in a commoner family in the far reaches of Kharanos. Her parents were both traders and oftentimes wandered off, leaving her to her caretaker, Brigita. Her first years were pretty average with her parents' affection... but it all would change pretty soon. Her parents died when she was but 7 and Brigita got to raise the child.

Brigita was a sweet and well-liked dwarf...but also, in secret, a Shadow Priest with claims on Breya's family heirlooms, but who could not in a glimpse of a semblance of morale. Instead she decided to turn the dwarf, forcefully if needed, into her apprentice. It lasted for another eight years. The little Breya ended up broken, out-casted, with few ways to really escape. At least, as far as she could think, for no one would ever suspect the sweet Brigita of her ways! Brigita wasn't -so- terrible, however, and still took care of little dwarf Breya. Besides, it introduced her to Divine magic. She was also basically taught by other friends of Brigita into Arcane magic, but this knowledge did not last. A shame, given she would later turn to Arcane and need to learn everything from scratch again.

Brigita died by her own hand by failing a complex spell. Breya was more lucky, and left until she reached Kharanos. The long walk in the snow was still tiring and she fell in front of what seemed to be a shrine. She was was given free shelter, careless about the fate of the world around her, and with how she was already attuned to Divine magic, she was given training in Holy magics, symbolically breaking with her earlier childhood.

She stayed in Kharanos afterward. Before the Third War broke, she often paired in her healing training and self-mending with a Dwarf hunter, Drena, who taught her bits of self-medicine and herbalism. Most of all that dwarf showed her there was more to life than Kharanos. The young Breya, more than willing to break with her life, caught herself in Drena's dream of wandering off and traveling. Besides, Brigita had wasted all of the fortune she inherited upon the death of Breya's parents - there was almost nothing left for the dwarf.

But it is only much later than Breya dared to step forth. One day, her robes, her staff and a couple of coins with her, she left for Stormwind. A priestess for hire, or so she claimed, who used her Shadow magic far more, but only in secret, for she feared revealing her feeble, but still dark powers. It lasted for a long time, but Breya wondered if this was what she wanted. She felt she wanted to be more powerful - but what could she ever achieve? Sure, being a priestess was fine, but healing was ultimately not her thing. And her Shadow power was not as powerful as she had wished. She was an adult now, though, she would have a hard time learning another trade, let alone one that would not pin her down to some place.

She considered Arcane, or perhaps its quicker and more powerful cousin Fel. However, she never could pull herself to do it...for years she hesitated. That was until the Cataclysm came along. With Stormwind partly destroyed and various parts of the dwarven Bronzebeard holdings ruined or forever changed, Breya's resolve found itself bolstered, and her inner self-doubt, that was already flaying her faith, got the upper hand. Divine magic, as she could use it, was far too weak for what she sought to do. Shortly thereafter, she began researching Arcane and Fel, and dared forsake Divine magics ...forever. There was no turning back, but was she even aware of it? She set herself on a long, dark and perilous path...but would she eventually not become corrupted by the magic she was to wield and become the monster she once loathed - would she even manage to reach such a level of mastery? Success and failure - two opposite sides of the same coin, a coin perhaps too costly to gamble...