Erida

Information

Player: Zarquon

Character Full Name: Erida Minalore

Character In-Game Name: Erida

Nickname(s): Erida

Association(s): The Sunfury Revelation, The Duskhaven Cabal

Race: Sin'dorei

Class: Mage

Age: 123

Sex: Female

Hair: Blonde. It had been dyed before and probably would be again, however.

Eyes: Fel Green

Weight: 114 lbs

Height: 5'8"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Erida tends to avoid the attires of the Duskhaven Cabal unless she must, believing that they are too proclaimative for an ostensibly secret organization. Hence, she has quite a few set of robes, dresses and even simply blouse and pants that she would wear on different occasions. One would most commonly find her in a set of stylish, white robes or simply an austere red, white or black dress. She holds red with a certain level of preference, although she normally does not tend to wear it often, due to an instinctive belief that it is special. Another common item in her possession would be a small, lady's pouch by her belt, and a small, golden ring that she never wears, but always keeps by herself.

Other: Erida has, through GHI, a Journal and a Lexicon of Spells, in which the former she details the events that occurs to her, while in the latter it describes in superfluous details the spells that she conjured from the ocean of imagination that resides within her, often utilising those in battle rather then the more canon spells.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Good. Inching towards Neutral, however, due to her associations.

Personality: Erida tends to be naturally nervous and uneasy, although it changes dramatically when she is forced into a fight or flight situation where she is capable of utilising her magic. When that occurs, her expression tend to change to one of intent determination and she would put her all into what she is doing, resulting in such a dramatic change that it had taken her mentor or peers with surprise. In normal situation, however, she tends to avoid conflict vehemently, often burying herself in her Journal or her Lexicon of Spells and scribbling intently, not a care in the world. She has a compassionate nature, often concerned about others and quite willing to help others, yet nonetheless in many scenarios she will place self-preservation before altruism, as she finds that causing herself to die to help others is not exactly an intelligent thing to do if she can stay alive to help others while staying alive. Her one and only passion remains magic and further the arcane arts remain her only goal; and sometimes her actions can become selfish when it concerns her magical arts. She does have an empathic ability to know when and what's best to say, and most of the time, it had saved her from being killed by her superiors in the Sunfury Revelations and the Duskhaven Cabal.

History

Erida is born in the year 492 of the King's Calender, exactly 100 years before the opening of the Dark Portal. Born to a family of magisters, her life was touched by magic throughout her childhood, gently and lovingly taught by her own parents as she grew, dreaming of one day becoming much like her own parents themselves. Showing an affinity for magic to the delights of her parents from young, Erida's life bear much similarities to many of her peers as she worked her way through the quagmire of life, Much like her birthplace of Eversong Forest, Erida's early years seems one of perpetual autumn, eternally frozen in those many decades in one timeless moment that seems like it would never end, her only worries being whether she would be able to meet the assignment given by her mentor or risk being punished. There was little more to it, and Erida was happy, more then happy, for her isolation from the outside world. Yet autumn is but a prelude to winter, and when winter falls upon those unwary, its chilling touch tends to end lives.

Somewhere around her seventh decades or so of life, Erida fell in love with a certain Voraith, the two being very much the same souls with similar interests and personalities. Some would call it fate, but whatever it was, the two of them clicked quite easily together, aiding one another in both their pursuit of the arcane arts, frolicking around in the green fields of Eversong, watching as the world goes by unchanged forever around them. They were of the Quel'dorei, and their love blossomed slowly with time, but blossomed it did, for Voraith held within her a particular quality that Erida loved; he was courageous to the point of recklessness, and often amused her with some of his more daring exploits. Although it occasionally led to broken bones, Voraith could never cease to amaze Erida with his ability to make so much of the most boring of life so much more exciting. Dark winter came however, to smother this flickering light.

Prince's Arthas incursion into Quel'Thalas marked a scar in the hearts and minds of all Quel'dorei, and this scar would manifest to this day physically in the form of the Dead Scar. For many, however, they would bear this scar whereever they go, in the form of lives lost forever to them or lovers torn asunder. For Erida; she lost everything. Her parents fought as mages in the service of Silvermoon, but the armies of Silvermoon were shattered by the inexorable march of the Scourge, and Erida never received news about what happened to her parents, for there were none to be had; all of Quel'Thalas had fallen beneath a shroud of constant panic and despair, and a lowly commoner's cries for the whereabouts of her parents simply became mingled and lost in the collective shrieks of a dying nation. When Silvermoon City was besieged, Erida herself fought then, with Voraith by her side.

Maybe in another life and another world there would be a tale of undying love and unwavering courage. Perhaps an epic would be sung and honored throughout generations. Yet in the furnace of wars such tales are common, and in the cauldron of strife such songs are lost. Erida would forever remember when her love was torn down by the Scourge and then raised against her, as she watched the man that she had once promised all to stride towards her in uneven gait with a malicious flame in his eyes. She almost died, but some spark of defiance within the man she had once love held that undead back, and she stared in horror as her love stood frozen. In that endless moment, she understood then that all that she had once knew and loved was no more. She screamed the final word of her incantation out, a scream of grief and loss.

When she stumbled out of the ruins of Silvermoon, the home that she had once knew was gone. Her entire race had been decimated in nothing less then a genocide. As one of the lost survivors, her world torn asunder and nothing but -nothing- awaiting her, she like many others threw her loyalty to Prince Kael'Thas when he came and promised them to a life of greater glory and restoration. She followed the Prince to the Outlands, and participated as one of the mages serving in his army. She was, ultimately, a coward however, and that did her no favours in the dog-eat-dog world that the Prince had nurtured within his forces, and it was only through the virtues of her empathetic nature that even allowed her to survive as long as she did.

For eight long years Erida fought for the Prince, and she never once wavered in her beliefs that the Prince truly held the key to the salvation for her own race. She believed that the Prince, the rightful King, was the one who could restore her race and the Sin'dorei back to their former glorious days. She believed and that belief fueled her even after the Prince had fallen, to join the Sunfury Revelation and from then on furthering the works of the Prince. Nonetheless, as time goes by, the actions of her superiors and the cold, harsh reality around her began to make even her doubt the truths of her beliefs. . .