Kylianne

Information

Player: Psychyn

Character Full Name: (Sergeant) Kylianne Peters

Character In-Game Name: Kylianne

Nickname(s): Kyl, Kyli, Sergeant

Association(s): Sixth Task Force Bravo

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Hair: Bright red in color while being kept short in length.

Eyes: Two colored, her left eye is a mixture between brown/blue, and her right eye is solely blue.

Weight: 61.8 kg

Height: 1.76 cm

Appearance

Kylianne is mostly seen in a dull, cheap armor set that consists of a pair of pauldrons, a breastplate, a pair of bracers, belt, leggings and boots. It does not look like anything fancy nor that it has been properly cared for. The gold paint is slowly fading over her armor, turning it into a simple metal look.

Her pants are admittedly the show off feature of the armor, as they mainly cover the sides of her legs till above her knees. Red clothing fills the inside of the armor and covers the inner part of her legs, and a band going just around her leg above her knee keeps it all tightly in place. Clearly it is not much of a defensive armor set, as the skin of her legs are freely showing.

She also owns a dress, and perhaps due to not wearing it much it's in a better condition than her armor. Consisting of two colors, the top of her dress is a mixture between pink and white, the lower part of her dress is a mixture of pink and red.

Personality:

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Kylianne is not one of the must trustworthy soldiers. She isn't even a real soldier to begin with, though her lying certainly makes it look that way. She sees no problem with bending the truth a little, and when words seem to fail, she is not too shy to use her body language instead. This damsel is flirtatious, sneaky yet mostly positive minded. This soldier likes to flirt, with men, woman, it doesn't really matter. If she believes she can achieve or gain something with flirting, she is not reluctant to try to the point where it becomes annoying for some. Nor is she a stranger to a smack on the head.

Guided by her own desires, Kylianne would try to get her hands on everything she could possibly use. Not caring much for the legal methods such as purchasing items, she sees herself as a safe keeper of misplaced items. After all, it's not like she's the first to borrow something without returning it. And it does give a good thrill admittedly, perhaps a bit too much of a thrill.

Positive minded, above all others. Kylianne tries to see the good things when the world around her seems to crumble; it has been the mood state that kept her alive and going for a good while throughout her life. She is aware there are many bad things, or when things aren't working out for her, but there's always something positive around or happening!

This Sergeant however, has one great fear. A fear of being entirely alone, thus takes being ignored not quite well. She must gain attention every now and then, any form of it will do. She can't stand being ignored, or to see a loved one laughing with others. She can't stand the thought of losing someone she met either, which causes for protective feelings of those that actually stay around her. It leads to the point of being over-protective, but far from acting like a mother. She would throw herself in front of a sword, or charge towards an enemy line to keep those who actually like her safe. For someone who manages to love her (providing she felt the same way), she would try to carry each burden and worry, the world if she has to, in an attempt to keep her loved one happy.

Yet while Kylianne had many lovers, she rarely felt feelings inside of herself telling her there was more. More to it than just that talk at the bar, or that night together, causing her to leave her companions after her goal was achieved. Speaking of goals, Kylianne believes many great things were achieved by putting small steps forward. She puts goals for herself, varying from simple ones such as finding shelter for the night, to larger ones, such as actually becoming something. The sergeant's her biggest wish would be to actually be somebody, somebody people can look up to and dream to be.

History

( Year 9 - 0 ) Summer, sixteen years before the scourge hit Lordearon. The sun shined through the window, its sun rays greeting the addition to the family. They named her Kylianne, after her mother Kylia. Her name meaning Graceful, she would over the years turn out to be graceful with her speech and easy with her appearance. Her family consisted of two sisters and a brother, with the brother being the oldest of age at 4. The sisters, who were twins at the age of 2 at the time Kylianne was born. From the start of her life her eyes had shared and used both of her parents influence, turning into a mixture of brown and blue.

( Year 13 - 4 ) In this year, disaster struck Kylianne's family. The family found her mother to be struck by a deadly disease, who passed away in mere weeks. Her father, heartbroken and ripped from his place in the world decided that alcohol would soothe his pain. Being found kicked out of taverns and onto the streets numerous times, the locals believed his children were in no position to be properly raised like this. The family however, proved to be too big and was split apart. The brother by himself, the two sisters, and Kylianne were all divided under three new homes. The unstable environment caused for a delay in Kylianne's natural growth, ending up behind the other children with her fine and gross motor skills. At the age of four, she still had severe difficulties with drawing within the lines, or catching bouncing balls.

( Year 17 – 8 ) Having been raised for a little longer, Kylianne had by now been through a sharp growth of her height. This directly influenced Kylianne's capabilities, as her muscles had a hard time catching up with the body. Being quite clumsy at this age, Kylianne did her best as she tried to read and write. Not always were her attempts as successful as she had hoped for, which caused her to be bullied by others.

( Year 19 – 10 ) Having been bullied and tormented for two years, Kylianne ran off and away from her parental house. It had never truly felt like a house the last two years, and being over-shadowed by confidence now that her muscles had recovered with the body's length, she never returned. Wandering the streets of Lordaeron, she soon realized by the grumbling of her stomach that she needed to find a way to gather food and water. However, it seemed that lady luck finally had flipped the coin for Kylianne, as she ran into a local street gang. The boy that ran it, not much older than sixteen himself, allowed Kylianne to join after a small proving. She had to steal a purse from someone without any help from the street gang at all. Setting off, she quickly had her eyes on an older woman that walked through the streets. Who by chance, slipped and fell backwards causing her purse to end at Kylianne's feet. Struck by surprise, she picked up the purse and returned to her gang.

( Year 25 – 16 ) In the few years Kylianne had run with the gang, she had developed a good liking to bending the truth. Lies, no matter big or small seemed to work in her favour eventually. If they didn't, she would simply think up of an even bigger lie to wrap it all up. Physically, she had been through much bigger changes and somehow, the street gang to provide her with more interest. The boys at least. Not understanding it at first, Kylianne began to try it out what it could be and eventually had several of the gang members wrapped under her thumb. As disaster struck, several of the gang helped Kylianne to escape the city. Finding herself alone afterwards, as none of the other gang members had seemingly made it. Having been struck by disbelief, she found herself guided by fear. It told her to turn on her heel and run, which she did. Finding other survivors further away from Lordaeron, she grouped up with them and travelled to Stormwind.

( Year 27 – 18 ) Having wandered the streets of Stormwind for two years, she found her body to have mostly developed. Cutting her own hair roughly, she managed to come up with a flirty style that actually hid whatever she had been through. Putting up a fake smile, she eventually realized that nobody of the gang had made it out of Lordaeron. She realized she was alone.

While her gross motor skills had been developed a lot, her fine motor skills still lacked behind other adults. Finding her hands not steady enough to pickpocket purses from behind, she realized she needed a different way to come across food. No shopkeeper would employ a street rat, so she eventually turned to the sole thing she still had. Her body and looks. Becoming a “lady of the evening”.

Kylianne would never forget the first few times, but after having lost her respect for her own body, it didn't seem to matter any more.

( Year 30 – 21 ) Trying to find the positive side in things after a while in this line of work proved to be hard, it paid and it had given her some abilities to defend herself. Having learned how to throw out a good punch, Kylianne slowly began to find some self-respect again. Finding that she could solely flirt to some people to get what she wanted, she began to actually flirt more and do less. After all, it's better to get briefly close to someone while taking their purse, then to spend an entire night with someone. She had even managed to find out what –not- to do with wounds she had gained; it perhaps had been lady luck again preventing her from getting seriously hurt. However, she traveled to local taverns more instead of back alleys, gathering coins and purses where she could. At times small arms and items where easier to safe keep, which she sold to the local merchants after.

( Year 34 – 24 ) By now Kylianne had become very sick of using her body for her needs. She had grown into a fully developed adult which at times, still proved to be very clumsy. Regardless of this, she found herself talking to herself one night, being alone once more. She told herself she would go for one last theft, and use that money to purchase herself an armor. The armor, she would use to make something out of herself. Something more than this street rat. Eventually meeting a man named Rourke, she found that simply flirting wasn't enough. Giving her body willingly a last time to the stranger, she found her pockets filled with more than she imagined the morning after. Her eyes had been wide and staring at the amount of coins, yet for a full armor it was still lacking way too much. Managing to scrape individual pieces together, she dressed up as a dual-sword wielding warrior. Taking a pamphlet from the street, she decided the Sixth Task Force Bravo was the way to start out. If only she had paid more attention to the man she had met the other night, it had proven to be awkward to see him again upon her enlistment.

Through lying and deceiving, flirting, trickery and more petty theft she managed to climb the ranks within the Sixth. Eventually being promoted to Sergeant after a night of flirting with the commander, she now wanders Azeroth leading a female-only squad for the betterment of the world.

“I'm finally becoming somebody.”