Victoria

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Information

Player: Krilari

Character Full Name: Knight-Captain Victoria Patricia Feranos

Character In-Game Name: Victoria

Nickname(s): ‘Victoria’, ‘Knight-Captain’

Association(s): Stromgarde (Loosely), Stormwind, Theramore (Loosely), Dalaran (Loosely), Kul Tiras (Loosely), United Alliance Forces

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Age: 33

Sex: Female

Hair: Auburn.

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 223Lb

Height: 5’10”

Skills and Abilities

Blinding Judgement
Victoria can release Holy magic in small, compact torrents that can cause temporary blindness and slight Holy damage.

Appearance

Coated from head to toe in shimmering arms, Victoria is rarely seen outside one of many variants of her armor. From day to day, the coloration of her golden armor changes, whereas one day she may wield the colors of Dalaran, the next day may have her bearing the tabard of Stormwind. Overall she has six different colorations that have been gathered over the years and she continues to collect to this very day. When not armed in the Paladin’s arms, Victoria keeps herself to a humble and modest set of clothing.

Personality

Sworn to the Three Virtues of a Paladin’s faith, Victoria goes through every day with Respect, Tenacity, and Compassion. As well this responsibility is magnified due to her own work as a Knight-Captain within the forces of the Alliance. Thusly Victoria looks to treat even the most vile of personalities with what respect is due to them. Of course, this could lead for her to go about belittling others with heavy amounts of sarcasm.

Being a figure of authority her life is ridden with work, however she does manage to slip in pockets of fun to help maintain her sanity. Often enough when she’s out of her armor or otherwise unidentifiable she takes a more open. fun-loving and calm tone to her life.

History

Jordan Feranos was a well-known businessman and an avid traveler. From kingdom to kingdom his caravan rode along the beaten paths to sell fairly-priced goods to every common man and woman that crossed his path. Eventually in his travels he would come across a lovely young woman, Emily, and the two would come to elope with one another. Born upon the borderlines of Arathi and Lordearon, Victoria was born of the happily adventuring family. The majority of her youth was spent collecting a pocket of friends from every town and city that the caravan would cross. While some would assume this would call for the girl to be poorly educated, she was instead quite the opposite. Upon the endless hours spent trekking to the next kingdom, her mother would tutor the young girl in all she needed to know while her father would add in his own personalized lessons about the tips and tricks of his trade.

While younger brothers and sisters would come to follow, the budding child would come to year for the one thing his family could not provide- a stable home. Despite her silent wishes, the young Victoria would come to grow and learn with the caravan, taking advantage of what knowledge it could impart upon her. From the old discount bins and store rooms, Victoria would take up arms and blades as well as a collection of tabards. Soon enough she had a cloth covering from every kingdom under the sun, and soon enough began to raid her father’s supplies once again to throw together a matching set for each. On looked her mother, who saw both potential and worry. While she knew of Victoria’s dedication she still clung to the motherly worries should the child ever come to be harmed. Instead of fret, she oversaw the young woman’s training as a blade, and it would be through this that Victoria achieved what she had dreamed of.

Before that dream could be achieved, however, the Second War would come to tear and ravage at the land. Eventually the trade routes grew too dangerous, causing the nomadic family to flee to the northern kingdoms in fear for their lives. It would be here that the most of Victoria’s young training budded, between her mother, father, and whomever in the town could spare a lesson or two, Victoria came to be quite the bladeswoman by the age of fifteen.

Shortly after Stormwind was rebuilt Victoria would come to split from her parents upon good terms. While her family would continue to travel the Kingdoms, she would join as a private within the Stormwind military. Whatever training she had suddenly drew to be magnified. The days grew long and the nights grew short as she tirelessly worked to prove herself not only worthy, but better than her peers. Such vigor did not go unnoticed. Within due time she would come to catch the attention of a member of the Silver Hand. It was an odd request at first, as Victoria was never a woman of too strict of faith, however in due time she would take up the position of a squire beneath the paladin Victor von Braun.

As if her workload wasn’t restrictive to begin with, what little free time the squire had was now used to fuel her studies of the Silver Hand. Beneath the Victor’s unforgiving tutelage she would be forged from a footman in the military to a force of the Light to be well reckoned with. At the age of twenty-three Victoria was crowned as a Paladin-Knight, recognized officially by the Order of the Silver Hand. Such would take place just in time for the third war to reel about death and destruction.

While Stormwind sat somewhat idle, Victoria did not. Along with the other members of her order, the Silver Hand trekked out to the wilds of Lordaeron where war has torn the land asunder. While the Kingdom was still recovering from the revolt of the orcs, the plague of undeath soon crept up upon them. However, the Silver Hand would come to be the greatest weapon to counter the mounting undead threat. Eventually the Order of the Silver Hand would find itself coming upon the greatest trial yet- Stratholme. Victoria sat upon her horse along with the many others of her order, watching on as Prince Arthas gave the orders for the city to be purged. While many sat in exasperation the eldest of the Order, Uther the Lightbringer, stepped forth to speak his opposition. In the ensuing argument, many of the knights quickly grew disgusted with their Prince. In one foul move, the Order of the Silver Hand was disbanded and removed from the service of the Alliance and Uther himself was branded a traitor. Despite their removal at Stratholme, many of the order continued to strive on and battle the monstrous Scourge and their minions. Victoria remained with her brothers and sisters in arms, though not for the sake of glory, but instead for the sake of her people. While those who returned to Stormwind were treated with a hero’s fanfare, there was little respite for the Knight. Upon first chance she hopped up on a boat and traveled westward to follow the rumors of a demonic assault rising within the far lands.

The Knight would come to learn that the Third War was one of many horrors. From Demons to Undead, she battled through with unwavering strength. Where others had fallen she strived, even returning to rally those who had lost heart. Once again, the Knight’s effort did not fall upon blind eyes. In the aftermath of the world-wide struggle, Victoria was called home to Stormwind by her superior officer and good friend, Commander Victor von Braun. Much to her surprise she was called not to serve once more, but instead to be recognized over her peers. On that day she was crowned as a Knight-Lieutenant within the grand halls of the Cathedral of Light. From that day on, Victoria took much after her father, traveling to the foreign lands of Kalimdor to aid in the constant struggle that took place. Battle after Battle she would prove herself a ferocious combatant and a sharp commander, her swift thinking saving a good amount of men from their unfortunate demise.

While the war on the Horde was a good enough cause for her to fight, there was a hole forming in the woman’s gut, a chilling void that tore at her person. The fight against the Scourge left her empty as the fight never truly ended, and thusly after so many years in Kalimdor, she rushed home at the word of the Lich King’s assault. Within a month the Knight-Lieutenant was Northrend bound, ready to end the fight once and for all.

In Valiance Keep Victoria earned the title that she holds today, the Knight-Captain. Swiftly she was put to use under the authority of General Arlos, Commander of Valiance keep. Under his command, the Knight-Lieutenant would come to lead assault after assault upon the settlement Farshire as well as many other Scourge-controlled assets. While far from Icecrown, she was still content to at least lend an aiding hand in the conclusion of a conflict that was nine years in the making.

Eventually Valiance Keep would bolster with the strength of civilian and adventurous recruits all alike, all of which had little to combat due to the works of the Knight-Lieutenant and the men that worked beneath her. Victoria herself came to grow disappointed by the lack of combat and soon began a search for a new outlet for her righteous vengeance. Such would be found in what was claimed to be the rebirth of the Silver Hand, lead by a Lord Tirion Fordring. While skeptical at first she would soon grow to accept the Argent Crusade’s mission as one of her own, enlisting as a liaison from the Alliance in order to press the fight to Arthas’ domain- Icecrown. By the time she was transferred, the Argents were already well into their assault on Icecrown’s forces. While some tended to Scourgeholme, and others looked to constructing a tournament, Victoria sought to fight the fiercest foe, the vicious Vry’krul. She worked not as a commanding officer as she had grown accustomed to, but instead as a foot soldier as she had once so many years ago.

The end of the War came rather suddenly to the woman. Nine years of fighting culminated into a single moment and she wasn’t there to pay witness to the bastard King’s demise. As sweet a sight as that may had been, the Knight-Lieutenant would simply come to be happy that it was all over.

Within a few months time Victoria returned home with hopes of taking a break from her war-ridden life, however Victor would once more come to intervene. Once more she found herself standing in the midst of a crowded Cathedral. From head to toe she was clad in whites- just as she was the day of her knighting. However on this day, a new set of arms graced her person. A precession of her peers- knights all by their own achievements stepped forward bearing a piece of armor. First came her breastplate, followed soon by shoulderguards and gauntlets. Piece by piece the gold plating was bound to her form until the final gift of her knew rank was bestowed upon to her by her old mentor, a man now too aged past the days of wielding a hammer. Now, instead, he passed the weapon onto her. Bound by gold, silver, and cobalt, the hammer bore a number of Stormwind’s Lion crest. As she turned to face the crowd with a beaming smile, all stood to cheer and applaud. Even her Elderly parents and her numerous siblings.