Zeladora

Information

Player: Reigen

Character Full Name: Zeladora Firebite

Character In-Game Name: Zeladora

Nickname(s): Zel, Zela

Association(s): The Horde, Silvermoon

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Priest

Age: 194

Sex: Female

Hair: Short blond, neatly kept with little to no split ends.

Eyes: Fel-green

Weight: 121 lbs.

Height: 5'10

Appearance

She can normally be seen in darker colored robes in order to reflect upon her own shame. Often she is covering her face and attempts to appear the type most would like to avoid. In her few moments of peace, she dresses in red and gold and is very proud the wear the colors of her people.

Other: Multiple tiny circle-shape scars line up around her lips from when her mouth had been stitched shut.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral

Zeladora is quiet and rather unsocial. She has quiet the depressed aura around her as a reflection of her current feelings. She is unlikely to approach anyone for conversation, though will speak if a conversation is started with her. She views no one as friends but those who embrace the gift of the light. Zeladora is very envious of light users and, on rare occasions, will come to them for advice.

At times, she can be rather violent, often lashing out against others as a relief to her own mental trauma. While these breakdowns are not often, they tend to leave a lasting effect upon the one that is unfortunate enough to be the blunt of her emotions.

The Sin'dorei pride is deep in her blood and causes her to over-look the other races as simple savages most of the time. She's deep in her ways and is not likely to change her viewpoint in the near future. As for the races of the Alliance, she thinks them foolish and doomed to fail. She speaks to them as if they are soon to perish and as if they were children needing to be scolded.

History

Zeladora was born to two loving and caring parents on the outskirts of Quel'thas. While they were not the richest family, they were rather well off and she never found herself having to go without comfort or food like the lower families around the area. As such, she was brought up rather spoiled, most of all when it became apparent that a sibling would not be on the way. This upbringing gave her a rather high-strung attitude and she often flaunted her higher statue to the poor children by throwing uneaten food to the ground to watch them scramble for it.

She always dreamed herself to be a great hero, the type that there would one day be statues of. Often times she would ramble on to the others about how they would hold festivals in her honor and that those who served her well would be rewarded greatly. With this dream in mind, she would enter her teenage years with the intent of becoming the best whatever she could be.

Unfortunately, she had her her standards to high. When it came to physical combat, she found herself breaking nails and getting bruises. She couldn't hit a tree in front of her with an arrow to save her life. Any attempt at arcane magic left her with singed hair due to herself not wanting to waste time with studying. With her pride wounded, she decided to further attempt a range of things until she found something that suited her.

On a sad eve, her father had come home horribly injured from a lynx attack. He would nearly lose his life if not for the help of a human priest. Her father was healed by the thing the priest explained as the Light. Zeladora loved her parents dearly and begged to learn about the Light so she could prevent them from feeling any further pain. At last, the girl had found a path that was suited for her.

She spent many years learning about healing and devoting herself to the Light. The new faith she had had started to calm her down and teach her humility. She went from a rash, over-bearing brat to a calm, gentle woman. She put her skills to use during the second war, healing the injured soldiers that returned to camps and blessing the graves of the ones who did not make it home.

The start of her bad luck was during the third war, with her homeland under siege. She had clung to her parents as they ran, ghouls and other horrors running rampant and slaughtering others. Eventually they became cornered. In a last act of love, her father and mother fought tooth and nail in order to break up the scourge around them. She watched in horror as her parents were cut down and torn apart before a mage managed to grab her and drag her though a portal to safety.

The death of her parents sent Zeladora into a deep depression, one of which she has not fully recovered from. She returned to Silvermoon once it was safe enough to do so and moped around the city was it was being rebuilt. She continued in her faith regardless, healing the wounded and blessing the graves of the lost ones. She would wait until the conversion to the Sin'dorei, draining the fel from the tainted gems and watching as her eyes began to turn from blue to a tainted green. While she disliked the use of such thing...anything was better than to face the addiction with the Sunwell gone. The decision weighed heavy on her mind and the images of destruction were a constant reminder of all she had lost. She struggled daily after her introduction to fel to keep her head up and embrace the Light even after so many of her brethren abandoned it's ways.

She left Silvermoon not long after in an attempt to clear her head from the loss of her parents. Her luck only worsened as she was captured by a small group of warlocks who had overheard her whining to all about her dead parents. Tired of her screaming and ranting, they stitched her mouth shut and carried her off to some cave. She didn't know how long she had been in there, but was painfully aware as the stitches were being removed from her mouth. It was the warlocks again and, before she could scream, they started to talk about how she could regain her beloved parents back. She only needed to help them do a few things. Love outweighed logic, and she readily agreed.

Three younger girls were brought to her, tied down upon a table. Zeladora was given a knife and told only a 'pure' one could do the task, and was instructed to put the three girls though horrible torture. At first, she resisted, but when taunted about not really loving her parents, she did as told. One done, she felt physically ill and the warlocks began a ritual. In horror, she watched as the souls were drained out of the girls into tiny purple gems. In an even worse horror, she watched as demons were summoned forth from the gems.

She fled, the laughter of the warlocks following behind her. Knowing she had been tricked, she sobbed bitterly and tripped onto the ground in front of her. A pain bite into her side as she noticed she still had the bloodied dagger and it had cut into her side. Shakily, she attempted a spell of healing upon herself only to find that it would not come to her. Her selfish and horrific deed had stopped the Light from coming to her. She had shamed herself by being a fool and falling to the trust of dark magics.

Alone and defenseless, she sought out one who could aid her, but found only false words of comfort. In her mind, she needed to redeem herself. She turned to the shadows in order to empower herself, knowing that in order for redemption she had to take a step back into the taint in order to succeed. Once more, her personality shifted. No longer was she a social butterfly, no longer was she calm and careful.

She sees but two ways for redemption, and whichever comes first to her matters not. She now seeks to find and kill as many warlocks as she possibly can, finding them the true taint upon the wold. She feels as if the souls of the girls will come to her in her dreams to let her know when she is forgiven, and that she may return to the light. The other option would be death. Should death come to her, she would embrace it if only to feel the warmth of the light once more.