Lin

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Player: Auroraphoenix44

Character Full Name: Linda Dawnrider

Character In-Game Name: Lin

Nickname(s): Lin

Association(s): Silvermoon City, Horde

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Rogue

Skills and Abilities: Basic cooking, first aid and sewing.

Age: 18

Sex: Female

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Green

Weight: 100

Height: 5' 2"

Usual Garments/Armor: Black leather armor that includes a mask to help her blend in with the shadows; two small daggers at her side as well as a series of hidden throwing daggers.

Other: Two small daggers at her side as well as a series of hidden throwing daggers.

Personality: Her slavery has shaped her and shaken the very core of the woman she might have become one day. Developing keen eyes and a watchful nature she kept out of trouble. The half training she received in the thieving arts helping her survive through the later years. Not having been taught how to truly read and write she only barely manages in these aspects. The fear and loneliness has also shaped her, the fear of being hurt, the loneliness of not having anyone that treated her as much more than a pet or a toy.

All in all, she is a very skittish and lonely girl that knows very well just how cruel the world can be but still chooses to trust those who show her kindness.

History:

The day her life changed was not ominous, there were no signs that the end was near for her simple way of life. It was a sunny day, peaceful, quiet. The end was only foretold by a stray flock of birds that flew out from the top of a tall and stout willow. The girl looked up from bathing in the river, her siblings where already safe inside the tree house.

Before her a mighty charger pawed the earth, her soft brown curls falling down her face from the unruly bun atop her head. "Hello there puppet..." The girl froze hearing the unkind and cold tone that was barely accompanied by the soft sweet words. "Taking a bath are we..." She backed away, there were more men on horses just below the tree house yet they had not noticed it.

She was young, she was too young to know better but her lungs aided her in a way she would only know much later. With a sinister laugh and swift movements she was taken from the river side and straddled on the horse before the giant and dark man. As they all laughed merrily trotting off into the distance with their new pet.

Years came and went, the small fragile girl now in the care of the man with no name. The man she soon came to call Dark Lord, the man that tortured her for the fun of it, who let others do the same for much the same reasons.

It wasn't until the Sunwell was destroyed that she would get some peace. At the gates of death, when they had all left her one person came to her. The youngest of all the men, he was the one who had been sent to Silvermoon to learn of the lifesaving technique for the young girl. His name was Damian.

Years continued to pass, dear and sweet Linda rescued over and over again by Damian. Telling the others he wanted to torture her by himself only to shield her from their assaults. The gestures were not missed on the now teenage girl. She saw his kindness where there was none elsewhere, slowly but surely growing to love the man-boy.

When Linda was almost of age, Dark Lord having grown bored of the girl commanded Damian his son and first commander to train her in his trade; the art of subterfuge, thievery and shadows. Linda was eager to learn, and soon picked up the trade as if it had been second nature to her all along. But still the tortures came every night and day, when one or more of the men were in the mood to see her blood.

As Linda's skill grew Dark Lords fear of retaliation did as well, Damian seeing this only trained her more diligently. He had grown close to the girl as well; he had grown to care for her perhaps even love her. But it would never be and he knew it.

It was on the girls eighteenth birthday that Damian sent her to scavenge food, and it would be the last day of her enslavement to Dark Lord. As it would be at the tavern in Silvermoon's murder row that she would meet her savior, or was it her new slave master?