Alanna

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Player: Gricca

Character Full Name: Alanna Warren

Character In-Game Name: Alanna

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): The Alliance, The Cathedral of Light

Race: Human

Class: Priestess

Age: 19

Sex: Female

Hair: Blond with warm amber tones

Eyes: pale blue

Weight: 125

Height: 5'5

Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance

Robes, a staff at her back and a mace on her hip.

Personality

Though a little naïve about the world and how it works, she faces every day with a brilliant smile and unending optimism.

She's at once gregarious and shy, falling back to manners and observation in strange social situations. Though she has no tolerance for people who try to intimidate others, by fear or any other means. More than once she's gotten in over her head by standing up for those who couldn't, or wouldn't, do so themselves.

Other: Motto Taken from Wowiki, “The Holy Light is the glory of the universe reflected upon the soul and mirrored back onto itself.”

History

Lorn and Kari Warren were born and raised in Westfall, as their parents and parents parents before them. The lands they farmed had been passed down from those ancestors and was tended with pride and care. That is, until the end of the Second War and Defias's back stabbing brought the small kingdom down upon itself.

Alanna, then a child, was never completely aware of the danger. To a child it's hard to differentiate between the tensions caused by a hungry wolf population, a late harvest and incoming murdering thieves. Despite warning from other farms, the Warren's would not be budged, pride and stubbornness were a fatal family trait. Though they were not so foolish as to leave their children in harms way.

Alanna and her two young siblings, Marney and Keet, were sent with several other children to Sentinel Hill while her two older brothers and parent's stayed to defend the farm. The smoke plumes from the routed home could be seen for miles.

James Fentworth, a veteran of the Second War and aging ex-soldier, took in her and the other orphans of that day. He and his wife Emmy created for them a loving home, filled with laughter, healing and education. Braybrook Farm was the best place an orphan in a war torn land could hope to grow up in. The stead was close to Sentinel Hill, which kept them reasonably safe from Defias and gnolls, and their world wise guardians fiercely defended their charges while providing the best possible for them. Both Emmy and James were well respected by the People's Militia and were often consulted in more delicate tactical matters. People like that do not go unnoticed.

One day while working in one of the out lying fields, Defias ambushed James and the older children. Alanna, terrified but angry, wasn't willing to run this time. She sent a prayer to the Light, asking for the strength to defend what she loved. Moments later the leader of the ambush was struck by a furious golden Light. This gave the battered farmers the chance they needed and the cutthroats were soon driven off. When James turned to thank the Holy warrior who had saved them, he found only a tear stained little girl with trembling lips. Not long after she was apprenticed to Brother Artis.

The priest was a hard-bitten man, the kind whose life showed clearly in the lines of his face. He wasn't thrilled about the idea of having a precocious child on his heels, but accepted when pressed and begrudgingly brought the girl along. Soon it became evident she wasn't only gifted with the Light, but a willing and capable assistant. His grumbling turned more toward how she should improve than her presence.

Alanna spent the next years of her life either at the priests side or working her 'family farm'. There is a lot to be learned in a world needing hands to do the work. Especially when it came to battling Defias and trying to retake Westfall. Artis was a member of the People's Militia, by need and conviction. They needed him to keep them alive and he felt convicted of it.

As often goes when your foe out numbers you, Alanna frequently found herself one of few people standing after a raid or attack went poorly. She quickly took up the mace and staff to protect herself, as the Light and the few Shadow spells she was willing to learn could hardly keep her safe all the time. After a point, Artis had taught her all he could and she was coming to be of marrying age. The Fentworths had set aside enough for a meager dowry and presented it to her to do with as she chose. Stay on, marry and carve out her own homestead or invest it in a far different future. She bought a good strong horse and, after saying good by to her siblings and guardians, set off to Stormwind to train officially at the Cathedral of Light.