Cloria

Information

Player: Myst

Character Full Name: Cloria “Myst” Owlsight

Character In-Game Name: Cloria

Nickname(s): Mom, Long-ears, C, and Myst.

Association(s): Alliance.

Race: Night Elf

Class: Warrior. (IC: Sentinel Trained)

Age: 304

Sex: Female

Hair: Long, Snow-white with hints of metallic looking silver.

Eyes: Burning Amber

Weight: 203 Lbs

Height: 7'1”

Appearance

Dresses of her own personal collection or hand-made leathers. (Armor): Full suite of lightly plated leather armor on at all times or traditional Kaldorei styled gear, black Warden styled cloak, hood, mask, and a set of light leather armor as well. Depends on the circumstances as to which sets of armor she decides to use but usually she has darkened armor or garments to accent her “Cloak and Dagger” way of life now.

Other: Acrobatic and flexible as well as very grounded and balanced to contrast her two type of battle-styles.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good to Chaotic Neutral (Depending on circumstances)

She thinks strategically constantly. She looks into people trying to figure them out before she makes a move, ranging from romance to battle in this sense. She likes to stay hidden and strike only when needed. If her target of interest is weakened she will take the chance, upon praying to Elune, for the gift of opportunity she has been given. She follows orders humbly and without doubt, only if able to will she revise the situation and plan. She is also sweet and loving when she needs to be and tries her hardest to be there for the ones she loves. She is a very dangerous foe, highly defensive of her friends and family, she strikes fast and precise. She has become more of "Cloak and Dagger" now with her personality and persona, though it is the only change.

History

Clare, her full name being Cloria Myst Owlsight. Her last name was Owlsight before she decided to take on Dak's last name in remembrance. She was born a young healthy little girl. Her mother and father were travelers and rested upon the north-western shores of Darkshore, away from other Kaldorei influences. They were the odd ones in a sense, wanting nothing but to be alone. They met when they were very much so younger, her mother a young aspiring girl and her father trying to train himself as hard as possible. They bumped into each other when her father was meditating. Her mother tripped over him and was furious with him picking such a spot to sit. As they argued they became more and more attracted to each other and out of rage found love.

Because of what her mother was, a Sentinel. Her mother tried her hardest to escape a lifetime of duty to train her daughter. She would always watch her father training his skills as a Druid and watching her mother train as a skilled and agile Warden-styled fighter as an infant. Later on she would grow closer to her mother and always tried to mimic her mother's movements, occasionally falling down with a giggle or a smile, she would get right back up and begin yet again. With her aging came a growing feeling of wanting to be just like her mother. Luckily Clare's parents were old fashioned, allowing Clare to be taught how to fight and act as a Sentinel-styled fighter by her mother. Though with the time she had she would only be taught the appropriate use of melee and ranged weapons. All of the mimicking paid off for her for the reason that by this she had already taught herself mostly all of the beginning routines and martial arts. As Clare grew she was taught by her father to praise Elune and that fighting never solved a thing, her father wanted her to be a priestess. He never saw her even try to be. All was well now with her parents watching her grow.

As the years went on Clare was a well established melee-fighter at this time. Strange people with gold and white armor, horses as well as small groupings of Priests, and others as well marched through asking for help from anybody for the cause they were supporting and traveling for. The Argent Dawn as they called themselves. The priests were a well mannered sort, Clare smiled at the closest group to herself. The group of men found a fancy with Clare's looks and pure enlightening smile. Clare decided to leave the men be and went to go stand with her mother. These people came in only small numbers of each of their different troops but they were a medium-sized mass all together.

They began to ask all and any to help with the Plaguelands. The fight against the "Lich-King" as Clare heard. Clare's parents said their goodbyes as they were persuaded to aid the men. Clare's mother trusted that Clare would stay safe and pray every night. Her mother left an old trunk with Clare, a very large and heavy one, to be opened only when Clare's mother would mail her the key. Now a few years later, with letters coming in normally, Clare was used to the idea of her parents being out defending everyone from the diseased curse of plague and undead. She prayed for them and they did for her, especially her mother.

She had slowly been training herself, with a feeling of dread approaching her. She began to grow the idea of leaving to help her parents. Now at her near adultery age she made the step mentally to leave for the Plaguelands. Near this time the same messenger came, he offered a small box only with a key, and a letter stating "Goodbye. We love you Cloria."

She bagged what she needed, unlocked the trunk and took the armor, sword, and shield left for her by her mother. She left her hunting gear and other garments behind for them taking up space. She made the long journey to Plaguelands with the messenger, with the boat being the main transportation. She found the chapel that was taken by the different men she was handed to by the messenger. She walked up to one of the Paladins and politely asked of her parents, she was given news, they were killed to save the last few men and women at the chapel now a week's length ago. Clare was hit hard to find this news. She dropped on her knees crying, the Paladin being a gentleman, picking her up and taking her inside the Chapel.

Clare stayed at least four days inside of the chapel crying and trying to find Elune's way of planning but to no avail. She heard cheering from outside and noticed the Paladin coming back with a few men armored less then himself but they seemed elite compared to most of the other guards. Curiosity bit her and she went outside to see what had been going on. The men seemed to have been sent on a suicide mission but came back near to no damage inflicted upon them. Clare still sad, her ears drooped down a little; she began to go back up the steps. She heard someone cry out to her "Long-ears!" Clare's right eye twitched and she looked to see who she was about to pummel. She noticed the main man of the group waving his hand and trying to move through the few people cheering for the rest of his group. He ran up to Clare and at this time she noticed that he was the man who helped her into the chapel, a fine man, he smiled to her and chuckled a little bit.

The man looked different as he took his helm off. He had gray to silver eyes, long pure white hair, a large scar over his right eye, and an aura of hope surrounded him. She ended up staying to help with the same cause her mother and father fought for. She stayed and trained along side with everybody, being a mix of many different races and the one unique soul amongst them, which she aimed to beat out his rank. She rose in rank and impressed her higher ranking superiors. She now made a match with this Paladin as she felt she was a fair match to him. To a high amount of surprise they ended up in a tie. This being the main source of entertainment to everybody, especially the older troops, all was happy to see a basic training fight between the two.

After awhile of fighting the two teams ended up having to quit because of how lengthy the fight was. The main reason for them having to stop was of one of the main leaders coming in and stopping the whole ordeal. The higher ranking officer, Kildar Lightsworn, saw their strategies and maneuvering, he was impressed. He asked the both of them to go take out some annoying scourge, with reports of attacking travelers on the roads. With the both of them taking the chance to one-up another in their leaders favor. They both rode on either side of him. When they got near their half-way point, a small group of scourge tried to go for Clare, but with only her steed being killed in the fight. The Paladin, whose name was Dak Eaglestrike, protected Clare with his life and fended off most of the scourge. The rest of Dak's platoon took the rest of the fight as he helped Clare up, with Clare now riding with Dak.

As they reached their half-way point Kildar, with his demanding boom of a shout, ordered the land to be purged and for camp to be set up. Later that night Dak went into Cloria's tent and wished to guard her in her sleep. On that night they got along pretty well. Dak loved her passionately after the few years she had been with the Argents. Clare could not sleep that night and began to question Dak, after awhile, he spilled his heart out to Clare. Clare was taken back by his feelings, she found it cute, and respected his feelings.

Clare slowly got Dak to relax around her, with him seeming to not have had these feelings before. Clare decided to get up on her bed, though still sitting in it, she smiled at him and patted the area next to her. Dak responded slowly and finally caught the idea, with him sitting next to her with his armor clanking together. Clare giggled at him and smiled once more, now laying her head on his lap, she looked up to Dak as she blushed and giggled. Dak couldn't believe that she would actually accept his feelings, smiling down to her, brushing her hair softly. They both rested easy that night with Clare simply curling up in his lap.

As morning drew close they brought down entire encampment and set out. It was mid-day now and after a few small groups of scourge killed here and there they finally reached the area they heard so many reports about. Kildar simply told everyone to watch their surroundings. The small amount of men and women feeling safe with their leaders, strutting about proudly.

The sound of blood-curdling screams and gurgling growls came from seemingly nowhere. The Argent Dawn troops fighting the undead ghouls turned for the worse as they became spread out. Clare and Dak found each other and began to fight with a back-to-back style. It was obviously an ambush. Argent Dawn knights fought with bravery and died. Clare noticed Dak on the ground and picked him up in her arms, she was pulled away from him as he was mauled, and watched Kildar risen up like a puppet. She would carry on Dak's name in his honor, just wanting something to remember him by.

She was taken to Naxxramas for testing of San'layn properties to Kaldorei, testing being successful only to the amount of torture she went through. She was lucky on the day she escaped. She was found by Argent Dawn troops near the same spot her and her comrades were ambushed. She was taken, healed, and then as she rested she listened to old man babble on places in Azeroth. She traveled the world after her troubles, meeting new people, and defeating any whom thought she were weak. Three-hundred and two now, finding Booty Bay for the first time in hopes to help a greater cause.

She later found herself in quite a mess after some time, this being a few years later. She has been keeping herself hidden and unknown for quite some time now and has now decided to show up again with her taking back her original name and finally moving on, letting go of the past. A storm of hatred and emotions is going to hit her hard this time from the very people she hid away from to protect…

Skills and Abilities

Has practice with all shapes and sizes of weapons. Her training has driven her expertise with melee weapons to be just as trained as her marksman skills.