Elyssae

Information

Player: Yandere

Character Full Name: Elyssae Doegust

Character In-Game Name: Elyssae

Nickname(s): Sproink, Firefly, Youngster

Association(s): the Kaldorei, Darnassus, the Watchers, the Warden

Race: Night Elf

Class: Warden (Warrior)

Skills and Abilities: As a Warden, Elyssae possesses all the abilities associated with them, whether it is short-range teleportation, infusing her weapon with eldritch forces or weaving knives like fans. Furthermore, she has a penchant for physical combat. She is a rather skillful smith and knows anatomy in and out.

Age: 2739

Sex: Female

Hair: Light blue, short

Eyes: Alabaster

Weight: 99kg

Height: 2,10m

Appearence

Usual Garments/Armor: The usual repertoire of what a Warden's uniform is. A cloak fanned with daggers, the typical umbra-crescent and that ever so distinct taloned glove. Which surely can be used as weapon. Beyond this, she wears plate armour to shield herself from her own – and the weapons of others.

Other: Nothing to speak of. Except for the occasional backpack or satchel that is slung around her waist.

Personality

Aloof, distant, realistic, meticulous, deceptive, devoted. Thousands of words could be found to describe Elyssae's personality. She has been long enough among Kaldorei to inherit their xenophobia and distance they have from the 'other' races that litter this world, although she is capable of merely hiding it behind a layer of exceptional politeness. If she was an actor, she could probably fool just about anyone behind a veil of played emotions and gestures. It is fairly hard to tell whether one is talking to the 'true' Elyssae or not. Sometimes, she even puts on a role among her fellow kin, just to have a wee bit of fun. Sure, that doesn't always make the most professional impact upon others, but it doesn't matter too much to her. Furthermore, she does seem to possess a disliking for large gatherings. Or even medium-sized groups. Seemingly, she is most comfortable either alone, or with one other person. She seems to shift roles as she deems fit. One day, she might be the most jovial of people, the other she simply opts to be a silent bystander; observing the madness that reigns this world.

In truth, she often seems to be rather absorbed in thoughts, seeing things with a 'matter-of-fact' opinion rather than anything. She does not pretty up situations for the sake of keeping up morale. If things are bad, she is going to state just that. She considers her duty something that should never be betrayed, something that she considers as natural as living. Every one, at least in her opinion, has got a purpose in this world, and that needs fulfilling. Thus, she seems to be a perfectionist, and that would be an understatement. Meticulous with her work, she attempts to perfect every move that she may has to do. Although, with other things, she may be more sloppy. For example, her place is the definition of chaos. Utter, but organised chaos. For most people, it'd be impossible to tell where things are at first glance. But, in her opinion, it is fairly easy to find things. Then again, she has been living like that for a millennia or two, so it only is natural to her. And she seems to be more of a fan of actions, rather than words. At least when it comes down to the serious stuff. It is rather difficult to talk her down when she is utterly determined to lock a certain criminal up. One has to have a hard shell in order to survive among the Warden anyway.

At heart, she prefers her own people highly above the company of others. Sure, they are capable of crime (obviously, due to the fact that she has had to guard and chase such people down for quite a time) but they aren't nearly as wide-spread as other race. Furthermore, she has been through hell and back with her people. But, one can trust the other races, at least some. Humans are treated individually, making up her mind for each and every of them before judging. Sure, they might act foolish, but acts such as the Third War, the war in Northrend and the campaign against Onyxia sure showed that they are capable of great good. Dwarves are seen similarly as humans. Only that they sometimes seem to think about things in a more detailed manner than them. Then again, they also outlive them by far. So, it really didn't surprise her. Gnomes are... detested, abhorred, almost. They seem to a tiny mixture of all that the Kaldorei stand against: the Arcane, Warlockery and technology. Sure, each and every of these things has their advantages. But they are of no use if they are going to get you killed. Draenei are almost up-to-par with her opinion on Night Elves. Only that they have to prove themselves more. Most conversations with them have been pleasant, and their well-meant actions are approved of. Worgen are an iffy one. Sure, the Kaldorei might have caused their curse, but that doesn't mean that they should be trusted immediately and welcomed with open arms. To observe and judge, at least that's her opinion.

The horde, well. Most of them are, quite frankly, hated. Orcs? They slaughtered a demi-god of the Kaldorei, invaded their sacred grove, caused a near-genocide and now wage a war again. What's to like about them? Although, she won't assault every single one on sight. Trolls are seen as primal at best and savage at worst. The Kaldorei destroyed their empires some ten-thousand-five-hundred years ago, and now they joined the Horde. They sure cannot be up to any good, really. Forsaken are simply considered experiments gone wrong. As such, they are treated. Blood Elves. Distant cousins. An iffy one, really. Farstriders that try to get attuned with nature again are actually quite accepted. Hardcore mana-addicts? Yeah, not so much. Tauren seem to tread upon the twilight. Part of the Cenarion Circle, yet part of the Horde. Still, some seem to oppose the alliance with the Horde, and that is something that occasionally manages to make her smirk. Goblins? In Elyssae's words: "Green gnomes, now with greed flavour." Surely, there isn't much more explanation needed on this one.

History

"Would you consider life a book written, or an active story where one interacts with the environment in order to weave one's fate?" Those were the first words that Elyssae can remember from her father. He was a rather... peculiar man, yet always did his part, being sincere and helping wherever he could. Back then, there hardly was much to worry about, save for the occasional satyr that might creep up. Although given the forces of the Kaldorei, they could easily be decimated. Born in a small village that is situated within the hills of Moonglade, Elyssae's childhood was rather adventurous. She adored being out in the wild, discovering things and exploring on her own. Or with her father, should he have had the time. A druid, one that has mostly retired from his active duty due to a grievous wound that he suffered in the war against the satyr. Now, he mostly tended to nature solely and cared for his family. Her mother was a Sentinel, one that was obsessed with duty. They were an odd pairing, really. But, he seemed to be the only one who was capable of giving her the tranquility that she required.

She was an active child, really. Always up and ready to go out, jovial and facing life head-on. Something, that made her father chuckle every once in a while. Being taught about nature, and gaining basic physical exercise in order to prepare herself for the path ahead, she strut through life. Occasionally, she was exposed to a dangerous situation, but life would be fairly dull without them. A few scrapes here and there, and everything was good again. And who was her father to deny her any of the fun that she might get out of it? A child has to explore their life on their own, after all. Years passed, friendships were made and some abandoned. In the early years of her life, frankly, when she had been treading this earth for roughly a hundred-and-twenty years, she had developed quite an interest in the majestic beasts called hippogryphs. To conquer the air, that was a rather curious thought, in her opinion. Still, she never got the chance to be on the backs of one of them.

Another event in her life that defined her further was a robbing that she witnessed. An outcast, not a demon hunter, or an arcanist, but a simple man that was driven into poverty by his own greed and abominable nature. He was trying to steal from a local merchant. Although, with the help of two Sentinels, they easily managed to overwhelm him. Sure, she didn't have any combat experience up to that point, but everyone is capable of a bit of grappling. One of the Sentinels did mention her courageous reaction and wouldn't be surprised if she saw her with the Watchers, at a later point. Well, that is exactly what happened. Applying with them, she soon joined their ranks. A rough training that focused on keeping one's discipline up and maintaining an upstraight posture whilst doing the worst of tasks. That was a change of things for once. But that's just the way of life.

When not being trained by superiors or watching prisoners in the dens, she usually went around patrolling or attempting to investigate cases around the country. It managed to maintain variety, rather than having to see the same thing every single day. And it surely managed to forge some good friendships. Some of which, last up to this very day. Becoming more skillful every day, despite the very odd working hours, at times, she seemed to blossom among their ranks. In various conversations with friends that had become Sentinels, she always seemed satisfied with her work. Except for the occasional slip or mishap. Especially when it involved a superior. But that was a thing that both, the Sentinels and the Watchers suffered from.

When in dire need, people seem to grow exceptionally strong and dexterous. A simple patrol, leading into the lower parts of Ashenvale. Six watchers as a whole. Now, it is fairly good that they stumbled upon a satyr camp to report it. But it is bad when they are discovered. Especially if the entire camp was there at the time. It was a mess of carnage of blood, but they managed. Three watchers fell to their wounds, two lightly wounded and Elyssae, well, she was heavily injured. But managed to survive. In fact, she probably threw herself into more attacks than anyone else. Whilst still maintaining a cool mind, despite the serious state of her injuries. The mere danger triggered a few instincts and caused her to, quite literally, throw herself into battle. Something, that soon led to a recommendation.

The Warden. Mysterious sisters that are well-above the average watcher. Elyssae was told to meet up with one. Their first meeting was spent with only one word being shed. It was mostly a stare battle. The Warden wanted to see whether the applicant was utterly perturbed by the mere presence. She wasn't. Thus, they met again. This time, it was a clash. An unannounced battle between the two. Elyssae stood no chance, but was not beaten just yet. She insisted on continuing, despite the fact that her body was ready for a good pause and a healer. Determination. Despite there being no chance to win, she tried to push on. Thus, days were spent. After numerous more trials, she was finally accepted as a student under Mistress Witherbeak's wing. This training, by far, was much more exhausting than any of her time with the Watchers. Every small training section reminded her of the fight against the satyrs, at least in terms of intensity. Only small breaks were granted, and she had a single day off within a month's worth of time.

It felt so satisfying. Not everyone is granted the chance of becoming a Warden, after all. Ever so often, she followed her teacher on various missions. Ranging from simple guarding, to hunting down criminals and to assassinating high value targets among enemy ranks. The last option was Elyssae's final test as well. Although, that was going to take quite a bit until she would reach that level. With time, she slowly began to understand the entire concept of the Wardens and justice. Thus, her magical abilities slowly began to grow. Of course, it took its fair amount of time. But, it was a rather giddy feeling to finally be able to skip through the room. With greater time spent among the Wardens, came greater responsibility. No longer was she being baby-sitted by her teacher, but had to carry out tasks on her own. At least, this gave her the feeling that she was being trusted with them. In the meantime, a war was raging in the lands of Silithus, and the aqir battled the Kaldorei. Although, after quite a bit of time, they were pushed back with the help of the dragonflights. But, that was of no matter to Elyssae. She was rather busy with performing her own tasks.

Graduating. Having to kill a high-ranking member of a Satyr village. One that was capable of summoning Infernals and more wicked craft related to Warlockery. It wasn't an easy kill, that was for sure. For a mere Sentinel, it would have been impossible. Through a wild mixture of combining the speed of her feet, blinking and a single, well-aimed strike, she managed the task. The rest of the Satyr charged immediately, but eventually lost her in the chase. She probably just teleported away from them as well. Once she returned to her teacher, she was finally given her final piece of equipment: a cloak that carried the very typical daggers that defined the Warden. Training new watchers and a plethora of tasks were now at her disposal.

Although soon, the tranquility was interrupted by a massive force. The orcs came, and with them, demons. War broke loose, the Sentinels attempting to fight back whilst the Druids were waking up. Sure, there were still criminals around, but this had a higher priority than chasing down someone. A reason why she decided not to follow Maiev, but to stay and defend. Whilst some of her abilities surely weren't made for fights in large formations, she was well-off fighting separated enemies. Soon, more species joined and the 'curse' of the orcs was broken. An alliance was forged, and the demons were facing a major threat. In the end, the alliance won. But their petty problems with one another were fairly soon at the surface again. Whilst the night elves tended to letting Hyjal regrow and sprout again, political affaires were being forged.

In the end, Elyssae found herself in an Alliance with humans, dwarves, gnomes, and even later, Draenei and Worgen. Although, the crime rates seemed to grow with the end of the war. Hence she didn't lose any time and got back to work. The occasional job here and there, and even some that brought her into the Eastern Kingdoms. Surely, she was well on the move. Surprisingly, both of her parents had survived the war. At least one thing that she could be glad about. In the meantime, Illidan was killed in the Outlands and soon, Northrend was being attacked by the Alliance and the Horde. And the Argent Crusade assault the Lich King directly, eventually bringing him down. In the meantime, Elyssae was busy fighting crime rates. She couldn't help but think that some of the humans did influence that. But that might have been just her.

Neltharion. At least, that is what his old name was. Elyssae was in Thousand Needles when he saw him. And the gigantic, aquatic wave that he seemed to carry on his wings. A hastily cast blink managed to get her into safety. With the twilight forces erupting to battle, and hearing that some of her sisters were called to aid, she made her way to Hyjal. It is there, where she battles corruption right now.