Isolia

Information

Player: Psycho.

Character Full Name: Isolia Bladebark.

Character In-Game Name: Isolia.

Nickname(s): Angry, Issy and 'Ohgodwhyareyoubreakingmylegs?!'.

Association(s): Night Elf, Darnassus.

Race: Night Elf

Class: Reaver

Age: 6,043

Sex: Female

Hair: A long black, reaching down to her back in an unruly manner. Usually found very messy.

Eyes: A glowing silver like most Night Elf women.

Weight: 1.1: 314 lbs [142 kg].

Height: 1.1: 7'3" [2.23 m].

Appearance

Isolia would rather sniff a Tauren's rear end then be caught without her armor. Her armor is black with golden garments, leaving her gut fully exposed. Her blades are two large swords with separating tips, sharpened to a deadly edge. Underneath her armor, she wears bandages to tuck her 'assets' tightly so they wouldn't interfere with battle. She also carries a metallic mask with her.

Other: Isolia's hips are tattooed with Elven letters, describing the glory of battle.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic good.

One should begin by saying that Isolia is rather racist. She finds Kaldorei culture to be supreme to any other culture, even when the case is possibly wrong. She's a heavy traditionalist, quick to go against male warriors and female Druids, as she finds it an offense to the ancient culture. She also suffers from an extremely short temper, inherited from her mother and father's wild behavior and will be the first to make rash decisions based on impulse. Isolia will claim that she prefers melee battle, due to the fact that it is more honorable, but the truth would be that she's secretly envious of archers and their skill.

She's also deathly afraid of deep waters, refusing to go on boats and the like.

History

Isolia's story begins a long while back, at a strange and unusual encounter. A long time ago, at the beautiful forests of Ashenvale, the proud and fierce Sentinel, Aloria Bladebark, was at a standard patrol, when she had heard the strangest of noises. It sounded like a pack of wolves and they were near... But, among them, was an unnatural growl, that sounded almost... Kaldorei. Curious, the Sentinel broke off her normal course and deeper into the wilds as suddenly she saw the sight of a pack of wolves... And in the middle, traveling with them, was a nude male, with horns adorning his head, howling among them as if he was one of their own. She followed the sight as suddenly all heads turned to her, and the male approached her, speaking to her in their native tongue. Soon, Aloria returned to meet him at a daily basis and their found friendship soon blossomed into love. Years have passed since the two had fallen in love and the male, named Ophrin Wildstalker was taken as Aloria's loving mate willingly.

Soon after, Aloria had fallen pregnant with his child and gave birth to Isolia. From a young age, Isolia was taught to love her race and to hold Elune as her revered deity. While her mother kept a rather strict education to her, her father showed her the wilder side of life, often taking her to dangerous trips. One trip in specific would be when he had taken her to jump off a waterfall and she had nearly drowned. The experience scarred her and rendered her petrified of water. Soon, Isolia hit the age where she had slowly becoming a full woman and with that age, her rage began unfolding. She was often found practicing heavy violence against others who annoyed her for almost no minor reason and she seemed addicted to violence. Frightened for her and her violent ways, her parents decided to introduce her to other ways to let out of her pent up agression. Her father proposed herbs and her mother; strict training in combat. All have tried, but fail and Isolia kept to her aggression.

Soon, Isolia had reached the mature age of eighteen and began her service alongside the other sentinels, though even they took a slight distance to her. Isolia wielded the largest weapons she could find and was reckless in destructive in battle. Soon after an incident, which Isolia by accident attacked and injured another sentinel in serious battle, she was placed under medical observation and suspended from service as a sentinel. Soon after, Isolia's rage began subsiding as she was appointed to psychological care and eventually her rage was brought to a manageable level. Isolia resumed service a new, slowly and surly bonding to her sisters in battle. But soon, as Isolia returned to her home after a long day of service, she found her parents dead and maimed. At the scene were eight corpses, of renegade Highborne. That day, Isolia's rage not only released, it became thrice as wild and untamed. In a mindless berserk of fury, Isolia hunted down the rest of the renegades, brutally killing each and every one of them and creating a gory display.

That was not enough to sooth her burning hate and soon, she turned to mindless violence against any enemy she could find. Soon, her sisters would try to restrain her, in her wild thrashing and frothing. At each battle, she grew more reckless and wild, more violent and dark. Soon, years passed as Isolia was helplessly enraged. Her lust for violence had all but consumed her, making her a brutal and merciless soldier for her people. But after so long, there were times of peace and Isolia could not bear it. She trained and trained, to simply further herself for when war would break loose. She awaited the glorious day where the armies of Ashenvale would march to the Highborne's wretched cities and burn each and every one of them to the ground. But that war never came... But soon, sooner then Isolia though, she would be granted her sating. Years passed and soon, Isolia would witness these strange green creatures emerging to the world... The first and second war had passed but by a blink of an eye to a Kaldorei, but as the third war broke loose and the Orcs began chopping the trees of Ashenvale, Isolia needed no further excuse to begin her mindless rampage.

Isolia volunteered for every battle, for every campaign she could, just for the chance to feel the rush of battle once more. She was helplessly addicted and her friends could only stand aside and look to her sadly as she kept at her violent ways. Soon, the battle of Mount Hyjal broke loose and Isolia valiantly fought to defend the world tree and to exert her aggression. She loathed fighting alongside Orcs and would attack them if stood in her way without remorse. Finally, after so long of fighting, the Kaldorei race had sacrificed their immortality to defeat the vile Archimonde... Isolia's reaction to this, had come in the form of rage, as she fled to the nearby areas, slaughtering further foes and monsters who lurked. Her sisters and friends watched in sorrow as she was helplessly consumed by the beast within her, day after day, she would return to Ashenvale, bloodied, beaten and satisfied. She was more beast then Kaldorei.

Isolia currently travels about, looking for more ways to sate herself and to find a way to tame her rage.

Skills and Abilities

Hit'em hard, and hit'em fast! - As a Reaver, Isolia contains a great deal of physical strength, being able to deliver deadly blows in speeds, and is most certainly proficient in close quarters.

This is too small! - Due to her strength, Isolia wields two large weapons, rather then small or medium ones.

I will break your spine! - Isolia is very, very physically strong, and large.

Just a flesh wound - Isolia tends to ignore all injury until the battle is over. This can act as both a weakness, and a strength to her.

Is it that time already?! - Isolia, when at certain situation, can enter a crazed blood-lust that sends her full on against foes, ignoring all in her path.

Look ma, no hands!' - Isolia can also ride a saber fairly decently.

Weaknesses

Isolia mad! Isolia smash! - Isolia's temper is very, very short, and will be quickly drawn to violence.

So wait, do I just point this at them and? - Isolia, unlike most her kind, is a complete failure with a bow an arrow, unable to shoot even if her life depended on it.

Mindless rage - Isolia, when in battle, will attack all in her path, friends and foes alike.

Arrogant - Isolia will be quick to chew on more then she can swallow.

Narrow minded - Isolia will always see her race as superior, no matter the case.

Aquaphobia - Isolia never learnt to swim, and is deathly afraid of entering deep water due to an experience.

Ungraceful - Isolia is very clumsy, and has lost most of her Elven grace.