Dura

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Player: mimloopen

Character Full Name: Dame Dura Semplov

Character In-Game Name: Dura

Nickname(s): Semp

Association(s): Alliance

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Nothing special. Just all the skills associated with being a Dame of Lordaeron.

Age: 41

Sex: Female

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 78 kg

Height: 1.84 metres

Usual Garments/Armor: Can be found in a variety of armours depending on what her task is, but she tends to travel in a mix of leather and chainmail alongside a woolly brown cloak. She typically carries a bastard sword and buckler. While she possesses a full set of Lordaeron plate mail tailored to her size, she rarely wears it.

Personality

Dura holds true to the etiquette and formality practised by the upper class and drilled into her brain. She is respectful and polite to members of the Alliance and if a member of the Horde presents courtesy she will do the same. That being said she does not trust any member of the Horde and prefers to stay in the company of other humans. She has a soft voice but is quite vocal and prefers talking over listening. Her preferred problem-solving method for anything usually involves a duel. She considers her own word of honour good as gold but dismisses the word of others, rarely trusting any significant promises.

History

The birth of Dura Semplov was a disappointment and a blow to the noble house Semplov of Lordaeron. Already having two female children, the lord of the house was hoping for a male but instead received Dura. To make matters worse, the birth was rough on her mother and she was henceforth barren, squashing any further plans for a male child.

One of the reasons that a male had been so desired was because house Semplov was eager to expand its influence. The plan had been to offer the male sibling to a powerful house as a squire in a political move to forge an alliance between them. Dura’s father decided to proceed with this course of action anyway, and the other house, house Demthorn, accepted the slightly unusual offer. She stayed with her parents until age seven, learning the basics of writing and etiquette before being placed in the care of house Demthorn, swearing an oath to serve.

During the First War a young Dura acted as a messenger between the different members of the house, delivering letters and requests across increasingly greater distances. Although she was never forced to deliver amidst a battle, the general state of the war and the rapid advance of the Horde made it a somewhat perilous job. Just before the star t of the Second War she was designated the squire of a Knight Athron, a talented but arrogant man. The second war began and she followed the knight around, learning proper etiquette, horse riding, how to maintain gear and the theory behind fighting as well as sparring. In particular, the importance of honour and oaths was emphasized. Perhaps having poor confidence in his squire’s ability, it was only near the end of the war when orcs were being rounded up into camps that Dura was allowed to properly fight.

The second war passed and the next dozen years went by in relative peace. Dura continued her training as a Dame of Lordaeron and a suit of armour was made for her. She was also given a proud horse, Stormrunner, and armour for the steed. Her time was spent upholding the name of her house. Eventually she took a squire of her own and went across Azeroth while training the boy for months or years at a time. During one such trip she came upon the news that the Scourge had descended upon Lordaeron and the kingdom was shattered. Despairing over the loss of the city and her family and friends, she ended her squires training and set off without purpose, alone save for her horse.

It was several months before she managed to regain track of her life and repress the feelings of uselessness at not being around to defend her city. Now an unemployed dame, she worked as a mercenary when she could. When things were tough, she guiltily resorted to robbing travellers of their goods to make a living. As she and her steed started to grow older and less sought after by those needing mercenaries, she was more frequently forced to turn to the latter, but she hardened her heart and made sure to take only what she needed. To this day she seeks out mercenary work when she can, but she has never taken the steps to rejoin the Alliance military in the fight in Northrend, too ashamed of her failure to serve Lordaeron to stand amongst the ranks of true soldiers.