Deluvial

Information

Player: Whym

Character Full Name: Deluviel Oakstrike

Character In-Game Name: Deluviel

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Darnassus, Sentinels (temporarily)

Race: Night Elf

Class: Hunter

Age: 853

Sex: Female

Hair: Mixture of a green and a blue, kept short.

Eyes: Glowing blue

Weight: 6'3“

Height: 83KG

Skills and Abilities She has barely any skills in terms of fighting, she would barely know how to position herself and such but nothing advanced. She would be a rather easy prey for any orc grunt passing by her and she doesn't manage to run. She is however skilled with the precision of the blade due to her work.

She is quite familiar in terms of wood and how to shape it since it is her work and all that. She also possesses a vast knowledge about the herbs of the lands of her people.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Usually wearing a black shirt and a pants made of simple cloth. She possesses no armour which would be fit for combat and such. Deluviel carries around two blades with her, purely made for her work. Furthermore she always carries a black hat with her, aswell as a crescent necklace which was adorning her neck.

Other: A pouch to her belt, containing a whetstone, various previously shaped and unfinished figures.

Personality

Deluviel is kind hearted to those whom she sympathises with, naturally that would mean almost everyone of her kind. She always has an open ear to those who require aid in any situation, giving her last shirt for those whom she truely cares for. She was afraid of battle however, she never managed to fight on her own or even be accepted to fight and therefore avoids direct combat at any cost, she would rather run than fight. Her faith was a strong one, as strong as the one of a Priestess.

Of course however she had a dislike, if not direct hate towards the Orcs, Highborne, Forsaken and further disturbers of the balance and those who attacked the lands of her people. Her discipline is rather lacking, even lazy sometimes as she never had a proper education in such terms and lived with her own 'philosophy' of life. Her manners were trained by common sense, never attempting to be outright rude towards someone unless said person pays no respect to her. Logically she doesn't give 'outsiders' as much trust as she gives it to her people, she can be bluntly rude, should someone who doesn't know the culture of her people offend her. She loves to travel and roam however, just being in the wilds and walking as the eternal moon shines upon the lands during night.

History

Deluviel was born to the loving arms of a priestess and a blacksmith a century and a few decades past the war of the Shifting Sands, against the Qiraji. She lived her childhood like everyone else would've lived it, growing up in the community of the small village in Ashenvale she lived in. She was taught about the history of her people and the faith – mostly by her own mother- and was finally ready to walk her own path at around the age of 300.

She decided against her father's and mother's wishes and attempted to join the Sentinels, the ones she had always looked up to as they defended her people's lands during the period the Druids slept – the long Vigil. However soon she was told that she was not fit for them, she was simply failing at what she did, not made for combat whatsoever. She lacked discipline and was discharged from the Sentinels. Saddened by her failure she retreated herself back into books, learning more about herbs and history, studying. She was too stubborn to go to the temple and join the Priesthood – or at least try - so instead she began cutting wood as a hobby which turned into her work. She was a 'carpenter', so to say but she would only craft figurines, totems and such. Satisfied with her work her family finally decided to settle with her decision and make peace with it, letting her live her own life. She was able to live with her work and perfected her crafting, skilled and precise with the blades she possessed. The time passed and the orcs came, invading the lands of her people after this long period of time a call to arms was given once more. Her family fled as the orcs were maddened by the blood of Mannoroth and the Sentinels no longer capable of fending them off, giving inch by inch until they finally were freed and allied to join forces with the Humans and Night Elves against the legion and scourge to the feet of Mt. Hyjal.

After the destruction of Archimonde and the victory of the mortal races she and her family tried to settle down once more, hoping for a new beginning on the newly grown world tree of Teldrassil. She and her family whom all survived the war settled down in Darnassus, living their life. During her life her mother has always been her most trusted person, her own faith had strengthened passively by this. She was always near the priestesses of her village and learned passively as her own mother taught the sisters.