Heather Steelthread

Information

Player:Reigen

Character Full Name: Heather Steelthread

Character In-Game Name: Heather

Nickname(s): None.

Association(s): Stormwind

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 27

Sex: Female

Hair: A messy blond that is tied up to keep out of her face.

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 134lbs without armor, 200lbs with armor.

Height: 5'8

Appearance

Heather is rather proud of the armor she has, and doesn't get out of it much. She and her father forged it together when they figured she would stop growing. The armor is a dark steel grey with hints of gold at certain parts, and covers her whole stomach. Her tabard was sewn by her mother and her matching swords forged by her brother.

Heather has a dislike of weight on her head, so she wears a mask instead to cover her face and protect it from the sun. It serves to hide nothing.

The armor has become worn down over the years, but she refuses to replace it with a new set. Instead, she just takes great caution with it. Often she can be seen polishing it when she's not in it. The two swords do have the hand print in them, but it's not blood, nor is it fresh to be that red. It is simply a little touch her brother put on with red paint.

Outside of her armor, Heather can be found in pleasant toned robes, nothing too dark and nothing too light. She won't wear bright pastel colors, finding those annoying to look at. If a formal event comes up, she'll dress in a brighter green dress, but that's as far as it gets. When doing heavy work, she'll dress in leather, wearing pants and shirts instead of robes.

Other: Heather's cheeks are dotted with freckles, something she's rather embarrassed about. The mask is partly used to cover this, but she has it off more often than on. Due to her work as a blacksmith, she has various burns on her hands and some on her face from when sparks would fly. They aren't disfiguring in any way, but can be noticeable upon closer inspection.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral

Heather has no huge worries and it reflects in her personality. She's normally rather friendly and would approach a fellow human with open arms, unless they have wronged her in the past. She would avoid them then. While at first not a fan, she's come to accept that fel and warlocks are useful, though is very wary about them. She won't openly show such, but she'll be careful not to anger them.

To any race outside of human, while still in the Alliance, Heather may come off as non-caring. So long as they don't bother her, she won't go out of her way to annoy them. She sees them as useful for the humans, and if they can continue to be useful, she will have no problem with them.

The races of the Horde is another matter all together. She is openly hostile to them and would strike one down if given the chance. Her hatred extends mostly to the Orcs and if not for the guards, she would attack them in the middle of the day in a city. If Heather cannot attack a member of the Horde, she will go out of her way to avoid them, or taunt them.

Due to some things she has done and seen on a job, such as killing, she has grown dull to the whole good and evil battle. She'll take work on either side and do what has to be done in order to get a payment.

History

Heather was born only a year before the second war started. She was in tune with her parents happiness as the Alliance started to regain some of their lost lands, but didn't know what was going on at such a young age. Unlike her parents and brother, she did not grown on the pain of the fallen Stormwind or slain friends.

Instead, heather grew up on the stories of both wars. She was taught about how the green-skins were evil beasts that just wanted to destroy and devour. For fun, her family would take her to watch the Orcs be forced to fight each other to the death and she was soon of the opinion that they were just filthy beasts that didn't deserve to lick a human's shoe. As always in these stories, the humans were the heroes and over-glorified. She grew proud of what she was and was a strong supporter of the Alliance.

Her mother was a tailor, while her father and brother both worked in the forge. Her father worked on armor while her brother worked on weapons. When she was at the age of thirteen, she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps, rather than fall into the normal line of work for a woman. Her mother had become angry and protested, but her father could never say no to his daughter. Less than a month later, Heather had been taken to the forge and started to be taught in the ways of the blacksmith.

Once a month, her father sent the two siblings out to go mine resources for them to work with. She began to build up body strength while mining. These trips could last anywhere from one or two days, to a week depending on what they could find. During the colder months, the siblings were to cut down trees for the fire. The two siblings became close rather quickly, and did almost everything together. Thanks to these activities, Heather was slowly able to build up the muscle needed for what she wanted next: Warrior training.

She was fifteen when her mother presented the idea of finding her a husband. Heather protested, but the mother was insistent. She started to demand that she stop working in the forge, as it was ‘ruining' her figure and starting to make her unattractive. In a rage, Heather stomped out of the home and ran to the forge. She slept in there for the night while the distant yelling of her family worried her little.

The subject was dropped the next day and Heather kept on with her work. She didn't speak with her mother much and made it a point to avoid her. Sadly for her, the subject was brought up again on her eighteenth birthday, when a man came knocking on the door and said that her mother had promised her to him. He went on to say that even though she had done a man's work for so long, he would forgive that if she never did so again.

Heather was more than angry. She felt betrayed by her father for him allowing this to happen. Every time there was a date planned for the wedding, Heather would run off until it was called off and planned for another time. Her mother would scream and yell and try to find ways to prevent it, but her father and brother would come to her rescue, freeing her so she could run. The mother suspected as such, but could never really prove it.

Heather worked without her mother's knowledge in the forge still. Her father started to train her as he was trained. For nearly two years this went on and after the first year, her father and brother forged her the armor she holds dear today. She was there for the whole process, saying how she wished it to be done. As a gift, they used the spare gold they had found in order to decorate the armor. Before she was presented her swords, her brother joked about how she would be a feared warrior, and slapped two red-painted hands onto each of the swords.

After she had turned twenty, the third war was underway. She and her family ran off in order to escape the scourge taking over Lordaeron. They hide out in a deeper cave in order to avoid the majority of the battle and to preserve their lives. Once they felt it safe to start moving, they slowly started to make their way to Stormwind. Heather was able to don her armor for the trip, as did her brother and father. Her mother stayed quite for the majority of it, only speaking to say they needed to rest.

Upon reaching Stormwind, Heather was hit with the news that her ‘fiance' had died during the attack. She didn't appear upset in the least, and deep down was glad he had fallen, as she wanted nothing to do with him. No one was fooled when she acted upset over it. By this point, her mother had given up and understood her daughter was ‘lost' in a way. Once she had the cloth for it, she made her daughter a tabard to match with her armor. All was well after that.

The family did their best to settle down in a home near Stormwind, all of them missing their old home a great deal. After a year had passed, they were able to gain a forge again in order to re-open the business and her mother had started to tailor once more.

By now, her parents had been growing old by her standards. Her mother died during a cold winter at the age of forty-five with her family by her side. In her will, she had left the extra funds she had to her daughter to get proper training. Heather was able to join with the big boys now, and she did her best to keep up even though she was female. The training improved the skills her father gave her, and most of her time was spent in such training.

Her father and brother kept working in the forge in order to keep the family fed and with a roof over their heads while Heather trained to be all she could be. When not on the training field, she would be with her family in the forge. Her brother found and married a young girl who moved in while Heather started to move around. She never went too far from Alliance lands, but would be gone a week or two at a time.

At the death of the Lich King, formally Prince Arthas, the family rejoiced. While they mourned the ‘death' of the Prince long ago, they were glad he was finally free of what he had become. Her father was doing well, even if he was in his fifties. Heather started to hire herself out as a guard of some sorts in order to help fun herself and her family. She now wanders around looking for work, though often writes back home.