Rhyan

Information

Player: Evaszion

Character Full Name: Rhyan Kay La Mourte

Character In-Game Name: Rhyan

Nickname(s): Ray; Rhy

Association(s): Alliance

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Hair: A honey-ish brunette type. On the left side of her face, a lock of her hair is a light blonde, and on her right tied into her hair is a long, turquoise, peacock feather, tied in with a black thread.

Eyes: Grey

Weight: 112 pounds.

Height: 5'1”

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance

Rhyan usually dons long gold and blue robe, with a blue and gold amice to match. Accompanied by the robe and amice is a long, silken, yellow cloak. Going up her neck is a black choker; she wears black fingerless gloves on her hands. On her feet are black boots.

Other: On her fingers are calluses and scars from working on her parents farm for years. Under her eyes are black rings from little sleep.

Personality

Rhyan is a focused young lady. She has her mindset built into, “Life is a circle”. So she usually treats most people with a fair amount of respect, attention, and care, even the Horde at times. The only ones who she believes do not deserve respect in the slightest are the Defias and anyone who is even slightly aligned with them. She is a might out spoken, and more shy in bigger crowds. Rhyan has been known to be a "tomboy", wrestling, picking fights, and the like. Rhyan also tends to be heavily sarcastic and a bit of a punk, although she treats people she knows well with love and affection... most of the time.

History

~5 years old~ I lay down on my linen bedding, staring with wide eyes at the door to the bedroom that my brother, Vael, and I shared. My brother is 5 years older than I. In the hall, the lamp was lit, which caused light to pour into the dark room and cause shadows to dance across the wooden walls. From the closed bedroom window, the loud wind seemed to still push air through, making the room cold and causing the shadows to seem even fiercer. In the hall, I heard my father and mother talking with another man, nothing they spoke could I understand.

I rolled over onto my side to look over at my sleeping brother. His short jet black hair covered his eyes as he slept on the bed. I examined his body, making sure everything was there. His body was intact and his blue night shirt and pants weren't messed up.

Good, I thought, V's okay. Time to make sure everything was okay.

“v, I'm scared,” I said as I shook my brother lightly, “V, wake up.”

Vael grumbled and rubbed his eyes, when he opened them, he smiled warmly at me, and his light blue eyes sparkled at me. He sat up on the bed, and I followed. He carefully smoothed out my white nightgown and then sat me on his lap.

He murmured into my ear, “Rhy, of course everything is fine, mum and da are just talking with a man from the city.” he then kissed my head lightly and quickly.

I looked up and smiled at him, the quick kiss reassuring me, “But, V, I heard mummy say to da that we might lose the farm.”

“Everything will be fine, Rhy, just go to sleep, okay?”, still holding my in his arms, he laid down and we fell asleep together.

~10 years old~

“Rhyan, do mum a favor, dear and go pick some corn for supper, if you please?” called my mother from inside our little cottage.

My mother was a beautiful woman, the most beautiful I knew, she wore a black dress, and a white apron. She had a long blonde hair, much more beautiful than my honey-coloured hair. She had a fair skin, much like my own, but lighter. She, like me, had grey eyes.

She sat on a wooden chair next to the roaring fireplace, inside was a pot, carrying our unfinished supper. In her arms, she held our newest, precious, family addition, Kayle, my new baby brother.

“Yes, mum!” I called back, and I raced outside in my violet robe towards the corn stalks. "Stupid corn, da won't even let me breathe on his spell books until I'm fifteen." I muttered as I began picking the corn.

“Hey Rhy! Need a hand?” called Vael, jogging towards me in his leather tunic, leggings, and boots which made up his trainee uniform for Archery, “Mum ask for some for supper?”

“Yeah,” I said smiling, “Thanks for the help by the way. It's kind of lonely here on the farm with you out training for archery and all.”

“Hey! At least da promised you a nice couple classes in Stormwind for Arcane Magick.”

“Yeah, I know. Guess I am pretty lucky…” I said blushing.

“FIRE, MEN!” called a loud, unknown voice from at the edge of the farm, and out shot bullets towards Vael and I from across the fence.

I screamed and Vael shoved him and me down onto the ground, dodging the bullets.

“Stay. Down.” ordered Vael quietly, and he got into a crouching position, found a target and shoot an arrow from his bow.

The arrow whizzed across the field and a few seconds later a man groaned in pain. In reply, five bullets shot again. And the battle commenced. Vael with his arrows, and the men with their guns. Vael got three men down by the time they came charging over to us.

“HEY YOU, KIDS! Get out of that bloody corn field, we know you're there!” and with that, the men began cutting down the corn stalks with hatchets to get to us.

That was when I finally got a good view of them. There were three total now, all in dirty, brown, leather, dirty, ugly faces, and on their backs were a spear, a buckler on their left arm, and a hatchet in their right arm. I guessed that they had disbanded their guns for close combat. The leader, I presumed, was the one in the center who looked darker skinned, and more pissed off. He also had mail on, unlike the others' leather.

They laughed at us, “You kids trying to mess with us? We're Defias men. Van Cleef men. You think you ca—“and the leader never finished his sentence, because in the side of his head was an arrow.

I glanced over quickly to see my father wearing leather armour, glaring at the men, with his bow pointed. With the men still in shock, I took my chance and grabbed one of Vael's arrows from the ground and stabbed one of the men in the foot with it. That was when Vael and my father began killing them off.

When all the men were dead, we all headed back inside the cottage to find my mother dead on the floor, her blood was a pool on the floor. Mother had a long gash on her neck, cuts on her face, two long gashes on each of her arms; her dress was in tattered ruins.

My baby brother was lying in the blood, screaming, and I quickly picked him up and took him to get him washed off and rewrapped in a new cloth.

“Must've been the bloody Defias, the men outside were just a diversion…” growled father.

After that day, our family lived peacefully on our farm for the next ten years.

~20 years old~

I was riding my white stallion, Ever, to our family's farm on the edge of Elwynn Forest from Stormwind City. I had spent the last five years in a Stormwind Academy for Arcane Magick. I was on a break and decided to visit the family. Da would be turning forty seven tomorrow, so I had brought along with me some money to buy him a new sickle. I looked up and smiled, the sky was blue, sun was shining, as I trotted through Goldshire, everything was perfect.

I wore my favorite blue robe along with my black riding cloak. Hidden in my robe pocket was also a small letter opener for self defense. When I reached the farm, what I saw was not what I expected. The whole farm was in ruins, the crops all of which were burnt, trampled over, or plain gone. The barn burned, the silo was missing 85% of it, the rest on fire and charred. The cottage we lived in was destroyed. The door was on the floor to the left, the doorway was charred and decaying. The roof was missing 1/3 of it, the rest charred and on fire. I got off of Ever and ran towards the cottage. I knew that Vael was on duty in Northrend, so I planned on da and Kayle being there alive.

I walked inside to see what I was dreading. The whole living room was dreadful, chairs toppled over, the fire place out, logs from the fireplace thrown everywhere, dishes destroyed on the floor, food everywhere, holes in floorboards, and there. I was them. Da and Kayle, dead, in a pool of their blood, and the blood of others.

Kayle, even though being eleven years old, still had his baby face, it was bruised and bloody, and his grey eyes were still open. His light blonde hair had chunks ripped out of it. His linen tunic was ripped and bloody as well. His pants were tattered and dirty. I walked over and sadly closed his eyes. I turned to da.

Da was in worse a shape than Kayle. His muddy brown eyes were open as well, his honey coloured hair had chunks ripped out, his face had gashes everywhere, his arms were gashed, and around his neck was a huge gash. His tunic was ripped, and through the holes you could see dried blood and arrows. His legs had ripped up leather leggings, and also through the holes was dried blood. In his hand he held a piece of bloody parchment, and a feather. I picked up the parchment and read it.

To Whom It May Concern,

If you are reading this, than you have indeed seen the fate which has befallen the La Mourte family of Elwynn Forest. The poor saps never paid the Defias Brotherhood back for what they loaned, this be a warning to all. You will never not repay the Brotherhood. The La Mourtes had what was coming to them.

Sincerely, The Brotherhood and it's Men.

~Present Day~

Five years later, and I still can't get over the fact that the King didn't even care about my family's death. They just built another farm over the ruins. But luckily, before then I had buried my father and brother along side my mother in the cemetery. Once I heard of the news I sent Vael a letter describing the event. After the event I decided to return to take more classes at the academy. I finally dropped out after five years due to not enough finances to pay the damned Stormwind Government.

I looked at the feather curiously. Wrapped around it was a long ribbon. On it in spidery handwriting was: My dearest Rhyan, remember that we will always be with you. Da

After reading what was imprinted on the ribbon I began sobbing hard.