Emilia

Information

Player: Yandere

Character Full Name: Emilia Thiersen

Character In-Game Name: Emilia

Association(s): Formerly; Dalaran, the Alliance of Lordaeron, the Draenor Expedition. Currently; independent.

Race: Human

Class: Warlock

Skills and Abilities: Aside from her magical prowess, she has a vast knowledge about the herbs that are present on Azeroth, and Draenor. She is capable of creating a myriad of concoction from various plants. Furthermore, she is quite a cook-- capable of creating delicate meals from little resources.

Age: 43

Sex: Female

Hair: A copper-ish red. Although some grey strands are visible.

Eyes: Dark shade of green.

Scale/Height: 0.98 / 5'6 / 167cm.

Weight: 53kg / 127lbs

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Plenty of robes. Although, she tends to don more practical outfits as well. It really depends on the situation.

Other: Typically, she's got a knife in a scabbard with her. Along with a pouch that contains a variety of herbs.

Personality

Emilia is an extroverted soul; she gladly indulges in conversations with others, and enjoys company. She cannot stand the thought of being alone--- which is why she almost always has a demonic companion tag along with herself, unless she has any company that might have a problem with that. And even then, some of those demons might just be invisible to their eyes. Generally, she welcomes people with open arms, flashing bright smiles and attempting to gain their trust. One may never know of what use they could be, right? She is exploiting, for certain--- as she will always try to make the best out of the current situation, not afraid to stab people in the back in order to achieve her goals. Yet, she abides the law when it is convenient for her; not indulging into senseless murder, as it will only bring more problems, and enemies.

Indeed, she is a rather plotting, careful soul; whilst she might flash a bright smile, she probably keeps two fingers crossed behind her back, as she is careful with whom she is letting close to her. Her ties are quite loose, not having too many close friends as of current. There are some allies among the mercenaries, but even those are shady souls.

As far as races are concerned, she has little opinion on them. Sure, she has a distaste for some. But honestly, she considers most of them interesting; especially those with such a tragic history. And she is definitely eager on learning more on them, their biology, anatomy or anything she could ever find out. Needless to say, she might have some problems with orcs.

Alignment: Neutral evil.

History

Emilia was born in the city-state of Dalaran; among the most accomplished of magicians, and in the highest society. She was a spoiled child, that was for certain--- her parents did have quite a grip on her, as they forced her into magical training at a fairly young age. In her youth, she spent most of her time along with an elder Quel'dorei; educating her about the Arcane, various herbs and concoctions and much more. In her free time, she devoted herself to cooking; as she enjoyed casting a smile upon people that tasted her food. It was a quiet, yet stressful environment to grow up in--- as her parents demanded full dedication from her. Prowess was a steady companion as she grew up.

Some years later, the first war broke out--- news traveled to Dalaran rather quickly, but Emilia remained unaffected. She was too young to wage a war with hulking beasts that came from another world. Instead, she continued studying her craft; developing a major interest in two schools of the arcane: evocation, and conjuration. At the mere age of seventeen she was capable of conjuring a water elemental! Quite a feat, indeed. She was a gifted magician, but secretly, she longed for more power. She had been warned about the four laws of the Arcane, and was aware that it was becoming more dangerous to continue her craft. No big surprise that she spent two hours mediating every second day, to avoid falling to the corrupting influence of the Arcane.

Not too many years later, the second war broke loose--- and Emilia readily signed up for the task. Against the will of her parents. But she was an adult, and well capable of making her own decisions. Besides, it gave her a chance to pick apart the spells of the orcs, further expanding her knowledge of the Arcane. In just a few months, they pushed the orcs all the way back to the Dark Portal--- only to dive right into it. Youthful naivety. She'd have known better, these days. The horrors they passed through, the atrocities they had to act out in order to survive on the other side of the portal were certainly something. It affected her; but she got used to it. Becoming emotionally cold was her response, and she sought enjoyment from the smallest things. Once on the other side, they had to establish a perimeter; but Emilia was drawn to something far more . . . interesting. It was all around her; the fel was there, and the corruption of Draenor was going to be an influence she had to struggle with, on every passing day. She had noticed the differences between her spells and those of the orc warlocks--- as they had a far more destructive arsenal of spells, albeit they lacked finesse, and weren't as accurate with most of what they were doing. They lacked experience. But for now, Emilia was focused on one thing: surviving. The circumstances became more and more dire, as the demon inched closer every day on this hellish planet. Yes, she was ready to die; after all, she signed up for the task. But she was going to make sure that she dragged any demon around her along the ride.

To the surprise of all, reinforcements arrived--- years, years later, but they arrived. And the old, weary soldiers were granted a rest. Instead, Emilia opted for a different path; she resigned from servitude and returned to Azeroth. Glad to breathe in air that wasn't full of sulphur, her mind wandered on another entirely different matter; the fel. Now, she was free to cast it; without being executed in an instant. At least, in secret. She sought out the Warlocks in Stormwind, and asked to learn of them. Years were spent honing the craft, and adjusting to the changes that were occurring with the usage of fel; as she had to put a much greater focus on harnessing the energy, rather than properly pronouncing the incantations. They were tremendous changes, and she didn't particularly care for the events unfolding in Northrend; keeping herself supplied with money by doing occasional mercenary work. It gave her a chance to test her craft properly, and most people that were involved didn't particularly care about it either. By this time, she had already bound a demon to herself--- the former knowledge certainly assisted with everything. During a particularly taxing ritual, an immense tremor ran through the earth; causing her to flinch an fail the binding. She was almost torn apart by a felguard, but she managed to banish it in time; stepping outside to inspect the events. Deathwing had wreaked havoc up Stormwind, and Emilia thought for a few moments.

It was time to wander, once more.