Fahlaria

Information

Player: Whym

Character Full Name: Fahlaria Icethorn

Character In-Game Name: Fahlaria

Nickname(s): "Quit-following-me!", "Jailer-One-Eye"

Association(s): the Night Elves, the Sentinels, the Watchers (formerly), Darnassus, the Alliance.

Race: Night Elf.

Class: Hunter.

Skills and Abilities: Velaera is an excellent tracker and marksman with the bow. As per usual for a Sentinel, she received training in the use of the moonglaive, if even not as advanced with the bow, she is still adapt with it. She also possesses knowledge of several poisons and is known to dip her arrows in these. Naturally, she is a swift and enduring sprinter, as per usual for a tracker.

Age: 739.

Sex: Female.

Hair: A dark shade of green, very often in a tail due to practical reasons.

Eyes: Silvery.

Weight: 85KG.

Height: 2.12M.

Appearence

Most of the times, the usual Sentinel uniform. A longbow, quiver and moonglaive is usually carried with that. Casual clothing mostly consists of a kilt and a shirt, both woolen or other simple cloth, no silk or similar.

Other: Usually carries a pouch and several vials with her. Naturally, rope and other necessary material is sometimes carried aswell. Falharia lacks her right eye and as such has no depth-perception, making her miss a shot or two, hampering in combat. She also has a scope to her belt.

Personality

Fahlaria is as what one would expect of a Sentinel; disciplined, sometimes a tad rash, valueing her own people over the good of her own or others and traditionalistic. Fahlaria is still driven by her own sense of Justice, mostly due to her former affiliation with the Watchers and will seek to carry it out when she can. Her discipline is unquestioned, carrying out the orders of superiors in a jiffy, if she can or atleast attempting her very best at it, even if it would mean her death, such is the risk as a Sentinel. She is a caring person around her own people, seeking to aid in what way she could. Sometimes, she has the habit to become literally obsessed with someone, sometimes leading to cases of stalking, eavesdropping, guarding from the shadows or silent folllowing. However, this is only if her curiousity is majorly startled and such cases are rare. One could call her sinister, considering how she would torture an enemy merely to get information out of them, and as good as any means (within reason) are acceptable for such a doing.

One could call her rather thick-skinned in terms of her own emotions, sufferings and grief, often hiding these under a stern expression, as is expected. She is rather slow to act, prefering good preparation instead of a blunt attack, however in terms of judging, she is rather swift at that. She is rather highly religious, her belief in the Night Warrior almost matching her belief in the sense of justice. Sometimes, it seems that she is obsessed with duty and even -occasionally- forgets to eat and drink due to that, causing her to feel dizzy and to faint, rarely. One could notice that she is quite outspoken against the current High Priestess, knowing how she slaughtered some of her own kind during the third war.

Her views on the other races are rather...typical. She sees the members of the Alliance as valueable assets for their united goals, if sometimes a tad bit too young and foolish. She holds the Draenei in highest regards of the Alliance races due to their age, skills and history. The dwarves are an odd folk to her, good fighters, if even a tad too unrestrained, off-duty. She has a distaste for gnomes, mostly due to their dabblings with the arcane, fel AND engineering. Humans are seen neutral, some are fine, some not. Of the races of the Horde, she was much less tolerance. Orcs, Blood Elves, Undeads and Trolls are utterly despised by her, mostly due to their nature and the past history with the Night Elves. Tauren are viewed the same as humans, they joined the Horde, however some of them are still loyal to the Cenarion Circle.

History

Fahlaria was born to a Sentinel as a mother and a craftsman, a blacksmith as father in the cold north of Winterspring. Naturally, she was raised in the communion, as most Kaldorei children would and learned about the faith of Elune, the path of a Sentinel and so forth at a young age. Due to the nature of Winterspring, she became hardened in regards of resilience at a young age aswell, the weather and harsh climate being the major factor of this. Her mother continued her service as a Sentinel after her birth, Fahlaria seeing her as her idol and as such, decided that way what path she would take on later, if only twisted slightly. Her childhood mostly consisted of studying the faith of Elune and nature. On one day, the young Fahlaria decided that it was a good idea to stick a random plant in her mouth. Young ignorance, what bliss... She ended up being drained off the poison out of her veins by a Druid, luckily surviving this encounter. However, this merely startled her curiousity and as such, went forth to learn more about these harm bringing plants.

About three centuries passed and it was time for Fahlaria to choose her path. Naturally, due to her mother being her idol, she took the path of a Sentinel, performed her rite of passage, was given tattoos and eventually began her training as one before becoming one of them aswell, living up to her mother's name. Sentinel life was rather exciting for Fahlaria, duties, training and learning of tactics, such amazing things the world had to offer, if even dangerous beyond belief, sometimes. Yet, she performed duty as a loyal, disciplined and true Sentinel would, often scouting along the mountains of Mt. Hyjal, in the very south of Winterspring. One day, when she was around five centuries old, that is, she was witness of a thivery in the usually peaceful lands of Winterspring and chased after the thief, eventually ending up with catching up to her and knocking the thief unconscious, she was recommended for the services of a Watcher, by her commander, during that time. Happy over a 'promotion', she joined the Watchers and underwent their training, learning more and more in the use of the moonglaive, poisons and special locks to ensure criminals would not flee.

She wished goodbyes to her mother and father before she entirely finished her training as a Watcher, being stationed in the Barrow Deeps as a jailor, it was there where she developed her sense of justice entirely and now performed duty underground to watch over criminals and other vile beings which deserved being locked under the earth. It was...different from the feeling of being a Sentinel but yet an amazing thing to experience. She made a few friends down there, as per usual to her, having had a few in the Sentinels. More time passed as she watched over the criminals, sometimes being called names due to the lack of one eye, but she was hardly bothered by such and disciplined enough to shrug random insults by criminals off.

Time and time passed underground before news were heard of Ashenvale being attacked by greenskins, the third war had broken out and Fahlaria was forced to endure under the earth, having the duty to watch over the criminals, still. Until...one day a certain High Priestess chose to rampage through the barrow deeps, slaughter fellow allies and free a man which was not demon neither Kaldorei, but something more. Angered, Fahlaria joined Maiev's troops in her seek for revenge and carried out her will, battling against satyr, orcs and nagas alike. Fahlaria did not participate in the battle of Mt. Hyjal but was rather busy chasing a certain maddened Demon Hunter throughout the entirety of Azeroth. Luckily, Fahlaria was neither buried underneath rocks, sealed away under the sea, neither fell to enemies blades but rather was injured near mortally as the Watchers were on the Eastern Kingdoms, just before Maiev took what Watchers would follow her and travelled towards Draenor. Fahlaria was healed under the eyes of a Priestess and wakened in the cold of Winterspring again.

She was told what happened and disappointed with herself, not being able to chase the traitor and her...new idol, Maiev into the Outlands. Nonetheless, she returned to her own, old village and joined the Sentinels once more, reuiniting with her mother who had survived the third war aswell. Sadly, this did not last for long, due to the rage of a fellow Kaldorei, her mother was victim of a murder and killed in the incident. Aiding in the restraining of the traitor, she was pleased as she heard the judgement – exile. Due to this, she could rest at night, knowing that justice was carried out and the murder of her mother banished from the lands of the Night Elves, if slightly struck by her mother being dead...now.

She travelled a bit on diplomatic missions now due to the Kaldorei being part of the Alliance but that was it, most of her duty was still revolting around patrolling, guarding and such matters. However, as one certain call was yelled, she joined the naval forces of the Kaldorei and joined her sisters to sail towards the Ghostlands, watching over the Blood Elves and their schemes, until this very day...