Alanya

Information

Alanya Sunreeler
Title	<Evil, Sweet and Elite>
Gender	Female
Race	Blood Elf
Class	Warlock
Age	105
Height	6'7"
Weight	242
Eyes	Green
Hair	Blonde
Affilliation(s)	Silvermoon, the Horde
Occupation	Zeppelin Mistress, Conjurer.
Relative(s)	None
Companion(s)	None
Status	Alive

Player: holynexus

Character Full Name: Alanya Sunreeler

Character In-Game Name: Alanya

Nickname(s): ---

Association(s): ---

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Warlock

Age: 105

Sex: Female

Hair: Blonde hair.

Eyes: Felgreen

Weight: 175 lbs

Height: 6'1

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Alanya often wears extravagant dresses, of typical Sin'dorei design; she also can don black dresses.

Skills and Abilities

Destructive Fire Alanya knows how to conjure fire, and fel too! Her fire skills are enormous and painful to whomever she lashes her wrath upon.

Rain of Fire Series staple. Alanya's favorite. She conjures up small falling rocks that blaze up as they hit the ground. Many a human village have been damaged by these nifty small-scale meteor showers.

Incinerate Another favorite., along with Immolate and the more mundane Pyroblast.

Alchemist at Heart Alanya is a potent alchemist, though she mainly uses potions to relieve her fel addiction. She is fond of a white mix she dubbed Skooma, mostly..

Zeppelin Wonder Alanya uses her zeppelin to good use. The White Wind is a swift zeppelin, which she uses to drop fire on her enemies and perform awesome displays of power, and which she can manoeuver pretty well.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Evil (does not imply Stupid Evil)

Alanya is a twisted woman. Ruthless and typically very straightforward, she's more the fighter kind. She prances around very haughtily, with an obviously developed theatrical skills; she certainly does not stand out from a Sin'dorei crowd, but her nose is always sticking upwards and she weaves discussions just as well as she weaves arcane. Alanya loves good food, and enjoys many forms of art, and is quite the arrogant elf "every elf should know". She can still be cunningly nice and lovable when she wants, typically to get favors or lure an unwitting victim in her nest. She typically is much more sincere and enjoyable with Sin'dorei, however, and can even be likable within Sin'dorei society. Likewise she wouldn't cross another elf.

Alanya could not care much about what surrounds her, so long it does not concern her. At such, the idealistic views of the state and suave mind control have less hold upon her. She, however, remains fiercely defensive of her homeland, and would gladly take arms if another war came. She does not particularly hate any of the nine other races - she considers them all lower, and their squabbles as futile as their painstaking existence - but bears a striking and perhaps surprising hatred for the Burning Legion and their "greedy for their own good" demons.

Her zeppelin is her own realm, which she spends days lavishly decorating and setting, as well as navigating with the help of a few like minded individuals. Unless she wants to be truly on her own, then she has a small and by all intents modest manor she legally (!) acquired with some of her money. She seeks more power and attention, as she lacked all her life. But she has a few redeeming qualities and her fiery and violent side actually seldom shows up, usually being more calm and even laid-back, and by moments even compassionate.

Alanya is quite an unstable being, though skillful at hiding this, and in the back of her heat, just can't decide which cause to go for. So many people to get a revenge against, so much awe and fame to gain, so much steps to climb on the Sin'dorei social ladder... Revenge against the Alliance? Against the Scourge, the Forsaken? She thrives for more influence within Silvermoon too.. And while she slowly descends, fel addiction takes its hold on the woman.

History

Alanya is born to a poor Quel'dorei villager whose husband mysteriously left prior to her birth. Needless to say, her first years were quite hard and she was often shunned by higher-rank people; living in a remote village was such a boring ordeal too. It was not too long, however, before her mother lost her job, dockworker in a nearby town, a job Alanya was ashamed of; ten years of near-starving followed until finally her mother died. Alanya always held her father responsible, but her mother was strict and very demanding, and would not hesitate to beat the child when something went wrong. Either way, the day her mother died, Alanya ran away as far from the village as possible, following a route that seemed so neat and tidy, crossing many rivers for days through the woods. The girl always had to work in the village, and never really explored; at such she was amazed when after a week she reached the grand city of Silvermoon.

For a while she erred, dirty and rugged, in the streets; no one truly bothered to help out, and she began doing dirty deeds. A pickpocket with no luck, until the fateful day she snatched a purse in the middle of a conflict, on Falconwing Square. Not only the guards chased the wrong person and refused to believe her, but also there were two gold coins in the pouch. She left, the coins never to be retrieved, and pondered what to do with it. The idea came - she would buy fancy dresses, get a makeover, and head to the nearest Mage academy. Not that she had such fancy to be a mage, but arcane skills would certainly help in her situation, at least earn her a social rank. She decided to forsake the rogue lifestyle and began as a budding conjurer.

She did not fare so well at first, but over the years she made some amazing progress. Specializing in the ways of a war-mage, including Conjuration, she nonetheless was always denied entry into magical orders, even the Magisters. Her name was not of high blood, and she instead turned freelance. She set up her own small protection agency, where for a price she would escort caravans and protect them with awesome Fireballs. For once, her life looked bright ahead! She had finally a decent home, a decent job, though certainly dangerous; against all odds, she made herself a name!

This lasted a good deal of her life, but before she truly managed to begin to break through in lower nobility ranks, the great Quel'dorei nation was sundered apart; horrific constructs killed everyone in their ways and her woods and lands began to writhe out. But most of all, it was her whole dream, which had begun to come true, which had collapsed. And she was miserable. It was a turning point for her. So much power..it seemed only raw power could truly get the job done. And, almost overnight, as the city was being quickly rebuilt, Alanya skipped the line. With a warlock acquaintance she entered the world of Warlocky, and her first rituals came to her. It was not so hard; she began to crave as her Sunwell was destroyed and felstones were extremely addictive. Kaelthas went for Draenor, and Alanya made her first pact with demons. Oh! Not Burning Legion demons. She abhorred them. The Great Dark Beyond had much more such beings, opposed to this Legion to boot! And so, on that day, she began a slow descent into madness. Kaelthas' betrayal did nothing to convince her otherwise. The fel..it was soothing!

It was a fleeting dream. But as her fire skills became ever greater and her addiction kicked in, she felt..different. As she, along with that friend, headed into the Plaguelands, they stumbled upon a landed zeppelin. It was empty, and of Human design. In no time, they had it fly again, clumsily bringing it back to Silvermoon. Greeted by an Horde envoy she was credited along with her friend, and got to even keep the zeppelin for themselves, as a war prize; they were given honors, nothing great, honorific titles. It gave Alanya an idea. The zeppelin..it would be her realm. She and her friend hired another Sin'dorei as crew, well-chosen of course, and soon they departed. But her friend proved cumbersome. Both plotted to remove the other from existence; Alanya was the quickest. He did not even cry. A body propelled to his death over the Great Sea.

Ever since then, her zeppelin granting her freedom, she associates as a conjurer-for-hire with Silvermoon people, tasked with a few errands; most of her time is spent aboard it, studying the arts of warlockry, or just being lazy and enjoying herself. When she doesn't simply relieve her Fel addiction, which is becoming more prevalent with each casting. But when the time comes for her to get to work, she gleefully gets dirty - no moral quabbles in incinerating a human rival or burning a farm, as she gets to demonstrate her awesome power to her victims and to Silvermoon...But will it not get to her head, will she get dizzy from all this spinning? For now, the spinning does not cease and she aimlessly gathers more gold, more respect, despite Some people recently taking strange interests in the witch. For now, our conjurer-turned-witch enjoys her life in the hazy addictive fel...dear free life, a girl risen against all odds from the lowest of the lowest...and spinning wildly and against all reason and logic to perhaps, even lower...

And when the fall comes, it will be hardly felt.