Valarie

"So, you have come back, Vindaes? It has been so long...my life lays in ruins now." Valarie and Vindaes.

"I have gone through much worse than you, and misfortune keeps on following me... I wonder when I will find my peace..." A depressed Valarie.

Information

Player: Lynoa06

Character Full Name: Valarie Laveas born Bradford

Character In-Game Name: Valarie

Nickname(s): Vala

Association(s): N/A

Race: Human

Class: Rogue

Age: 51

Sex: Female

Hair: White-ish

Eyes: Dimmed green

Weight: 132 lbs

Height: 5'3

Alignment: Neutral/Good

Appearance

Clothing

Valarie is always in darker shades of clothing; usually she wears tight pants and simple patterns, and despite owning quite a bit of robes she never wears them – at least not in public. She has no special armor nor any battle outfit.

Weapons

Valarie keeps two double blades by her side - iron dirks she never uses.

Skills

Valarie tries to avoid fighting. She would most likely gang on her foe, running from any encounter. Easily she could, however, stealthily follow an enemy, before blowing its back with short, poisonned knifes, before evading away. This would remain a last resort, to be sure.

Personality

Valarie is a very introvert person. Amazingly pessimistic as to her future, she is very cold, keeps to herself, and doubts pretty much everyone in her sight. A much broken woman, she tries her best to keep emotionless and still. Over the years, she has grown slightly paranoid, up to imagining threats to her own body. More than once has she woken up at night, torn by some nightmare.

But Valarie is not all darkness. Deep in her heart, the flame of hope and love has not extinguished, and though well concealed, has kept on striving through her ordeals. Very often does she catch herself dreaming about her forlorn lover, and she keeps oxymoronously bright about a possible retrieval – keeping ruthless and true to her longings until the bitter end.

History

Before the Dark Portal

Valarie Laveas, born Bradford, was a countryside girl. Her parents were both farmers in the province of Westfall – specifically in Moonbrook. When she came to life, nothing of the orcs was known, and the Defias were simply unexisting. Robert and Elena Bradford were happy farmers, to be sure. She had no siblings, though her parents raised an orphan roughly the same age as hers along. Both were tightly bonded – but their paths would very soon diverge. For fifteen years, both helped with small chores at the farm, played like normal girls, and had a blissful childhood.

As Valarie turned 15, her “sister” left with a much older traveler, and the girl was met with twice more hardships working in the farm, giving her aging parents a hand. She never genuinely complained – for she was really an average commoner, afraid of fire magic, easily impressed, good and naive. It would not last long.

A handful of months later, the Dark Portal opened. Valarie would always remember the event, for the night the Orcs entered Westfall, the whole family was reunited in a fisherman's village up north. Her parents Robert and Elena, her step-sister (along with her baby and husband) and a few more people from Moonbrook. The rain was falling hard, as a dark omen of the savage orcs' rampage through the lands. The farm was burnt to the ground, and the small group of people upon hearing the cries of slaughtered people, far away in their village, and glancing at the red horizon southwards, managed to embark on a rowboat, joining a ship later on. The First War had begun.

Life of an exile

The boat arrived in Lordaeron. During the trip she was lucky enough to meet Sir Eldredth, a noble gentleman - and a kelptomaniac. He had quite a few businesses in Lordaeron, and offered to take her under his wing. The teenager found herself not so totally stranded there, and for the duration of the War, would work in meager jobs. The man was an agent, a sort of spy. He had taken in a few refugees and their families, and convinced doom would soon befall them, taught them in a guerilla-like way of fighting. She learnt Alchemy and Herbalism, made her first brews and poisons, and learnt to fight with short swords, glaives, and daggers - all in stealthy steps. For he believed the orcs would soon reach Capital City, and only such ways to fight would ever allow one man to withstand the evil Orcish hordes.

And during her training in subtle, stealthy defense, she found herself in turn courier, innkeeper in the suburb town of Brill, servant in a his house, aid to an Alterac ambassador, and lastly, bartender in a small tavern in the capital city. Alongside, and this was Eldredth's true goal, he had the promising girl do darker errands, whether eloquent trades or swift protection. Beyond her training and duties, her days were monotonous, and her parents died during one of their strolls along Lake Lordamere. She did not take it especially bad – after all, peasantry people were normally dying at fifty-something. Besides the war was ending, the reconstruction of Stormwind had begun, and overally she was swept with happiness as her homelands had been built again. Overjoyed, she bidded farewells to Eldredth, embarked with her few savings on the first boat, and arrived a month later – because at this time, only rhumb sailing was known. She was almost immediately taken in the Pig and Whistle, an inn that had yet to be built, and as soon as its construction was finished, worked as bartender there. For a long while, she would train steathed combat to better fight off the street muggers - but for a long while would she stay away from stealing or actually struggling.

The love of a life

Days were long, but she was very joyful. The Park was, at this time, an empty wastelands virgin of Kaldorei buildings, and very often did she walk, alone, on the hill overlooking the city. At nights she would walk the streets to a small house inside the Cathedral District, and being very fervent, spend days praying in the Cathedral of Light.

One day, quite shortly after she had arrived, she met a striking, imposing man named Vindaes Laveas. They flirted, enjoyed each other, and after a bit, decided to marry. The ceremony had nothing overly frivolous, to be certain, and she kept on working at the bar. He was actually a pit warrior, and fought epic battles. This left her impressed – even Alliance soldiers were but weak men in iron shells to her. She kept following him to his fights, and it did thrill her a lot. At first surprised, she took a liking to it, and made her stick with the man in the first place. She had never been happier in her life. When she discovered she was pregnant from him, her joy burst through, and she quit her job, now that Vindaes could provide for three.

What she had not counted was, she actually got twins. Larak and Iscaro, were the boys' names – but they could not raise them all, she having no more work, and Larak was eventually surrendered to an orphanage near their home. This left her struck with grief, but being naturally optimistic, she quickly learnt to pass through the whole ordeal. She lived with him for a long while, educating Iscaro the best she could, despite their rather chaotic situation. Until the Third War changed everything, yet again.

The fall of Lordaeron and the world's state of disarray frightened her, and began to have its tolls on her. She became already much more suspicious, and though not blaming the Forsaken, began to worry about the fate of the world. They moved from Stormwind to Booty Bay, which she did not like. What she knew, is that Vindaes was now fighting in the greater ranks for more money, and since he was even less home, she presumed he trained harder even. She hated the city, however – filthy, dangerous, and unpleasant. He became, over time, a full-fledged Gladiator. She was so glad, and excited at the thought of going back to Stormwind with an easier life. But Valarie was miles away from imagining what would happen.

A Gruesome Desecration

One night, a man came to the familiar home. He explained in a polite and, unlike most of the populace, distinguished manner how Vindaes had perished. She broke in tears, unaware of what happened, and finished changing the woman. Now alone, stripped off all happiness, in a hostile environment, she was forced to earn money other ways. She became much warier, and in a matter of weeks, much colder too. She worried much more for her future, until a goblin came to warn her that without the rent payed, she would be kicked out of the shack. The two years following were hellish. To earn money, she worked as a bartender in a local pirate-filled inn in Booty Bay – firstly, to hope to hear that Vindaes was alive, somewhere; and secondly, to earn her living. And when she failed at both her goals, she began delving in more unspeakable things. Her shady employeers used her to steal, to mug, and threatened her if she even thought about fleeing. And over time, she was forced in deeper, horrible missions - she became a totally fearful, dominated wench, in a world that bellowed its frightening pain. She went through hardships the likes of which were just horrible for the fine Westfall heart-broken woman, but she held tight.

And a night, actually very similar to the one Vindaes vanished, someone knocked at the door. Grabbing two knifes behind her back, she opened, expecting one of her drunk “customers” - and stumbled upon her son, Iscaro. He, too, had been fighting in the arena, and had saved quite a bit of gold. He offered her a small room in Stormwind, where he assured her, she would not have to worry about earning her keep. Thankful and bemused, the mother and her son left on the spot, hooded as not to perk the interest of her usual visitors. She never left Stormwind again in her life.

It has been five years since this dreadful day, and the aging woman has lost of her brashness – but nothing of her longings. Each visit of her son rejoices her, and she now seeks her lost family – and most of all, the man that swept her heart, whom she believes to be alive, somewhere...