Alia

Information

Player: flammos200

Character Full Name: Alia Halsford

Character In-Game Name: Alia

Nickname(s): Inquisitor, Idiot, Pantsless lady(In order by the good, the bad and the ugly, at least in her opinion).

Association(s): The Scarlet Crusade(Former), The Scarlet Onslaught(Former), Currently independent.

Race: Human

Class: Scarlet Inquisitor

Age: 21

Sex: Female

Hair: Bright blonde and straight reaching down past her shoulders, to the middle of her back.

Eyes: Blue.

Weight: 62 kg.

Height: 1,75 m.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: The typical things you’d see a Scarlet Inquisitor wearing, or simpler clothes and a distinct lack of pants. Obviously, nothing to identify her as a former Scarlet – she’s not suicidal, but she does enjoy dressing in red.

Other: There’s a dagger on her hip, its pommel connected to a long chain, mostly used so she doesn’t lose it if struck too hard in combat and she drops it. She’s quite fond of that dagger, as it was used throughout her career, and has saved her life and ended those of others numerous times. Her approach to combat, and being forced through a life of survival against the Undead have given her a fair share of muscle, but also a share of scars.

Personality

A hot-blooded individual, Alia has all the personality of a guard dog. Vicious, clever, and fanatically devoted to whatever cause she happens to be following at any given moment, Alia is ruthless in doing her duty to the Light, to her peers and to herself. Alia believes firmly in the Light or at least a twisted version of it and thanks it for the fact that, despite the hardships and trials she’s been through, it still answers her call. It’s probably the only thing Alia will choke her pride and be humble for. Alia often speaks with conviction and determination, and believes that pain is a bittersweet illusion of the senses, wheres despair an illusion of the mind but that agony can be purifying, despite this.

Alia’s views on the races aren’t quite the ones one would expect from a Scarlet Inquisitor. She can actually tolerate and act friendly to Night Elves, Draenei, Dwarves and even Blood Elves to an extent, but the practice of Fel is something she abhors. The other races however, don’t get quite as kind a treatment. Form shunning to outright violence, the young woman has little patience and like for them. Naturally, she feels best among other Humans.

As someone who nowadays gives her own twist to the original views of the Scarlet Crusade, she continues to dislike undead in all forms, believing firmly that the Light has abandoned them for good reason. She hates Forsaken most of all. But on the bright side she really likes music, as it soothes and calms her.

History

Born on the outskirts of Lordaeron, to a loving, but distant ship captain and a Priestess of the Light, Alia had a fairly short and rough childhood. Her mother usually busy and her father constantly away, but Alia tried to make the best of her better moments. Any semblance of happiness was washed away however, when the plagued grain started appearing and the world around the little family collapsed into a nightmare.

The Scourge swept the land while her father was away, and she and her mother traveled west, into the depths of Tirisfal, trying to stay away from the masses of undead that were forming in the more populated centers of society. Naturally, this meant that they had to survive on what the slowly-corrupted land had to offer, which wasn’t quite the easiest thing for a twelve year-old girl and her mother.

At one point however, the Scourge found them and attempted to overrun them. Alia’s mother sacrificed herself to give her daughter time to run away, the frightened little girl now alone in the woods of Tirisfal. She did the only thing she could, once she was certain she was free of any pursuers: she dropped to her knees and prayed. She continued to pray as she heard the chortles of horses and the clanking of platemail. She continued to pray as she felt a hand set on her matted hair, ever so gently. She prayed quietly as she was raised up from the ground by a careful hand set on her shoulder and told that all those who give themselves to the Light will find salvation, and the little girl opened her eyes to see the smiling face of a blonde Paladin, wearing a white tabard bearing a crimson flame.

The Scarlets took her in, clothed her, fed her, gave her water to wash and to drink, and in return the girl tended to their wounds and acted as a scribe, for she knew how to read and write, her parents having taught her that much. It was her skill in anatomy and working the human body that attracted the attention of one of her superiors.

An elderly gentleman who styled himself an Inquisitor took her under his wing, and taught her all he knew about the Light and the darker ways to inflict pain and rip the truth out of the incompliant. It took a few years, but in that time, she was molded into a fine young Inquisitor herself, and she delighted in her job, be it in routing out and punishing the wicked or extracting information out of the undead. It was also during this time that she received a fair bit of informal weapons training, preferring the dagger over most other forms of weaponry, but becoming capable in unarmed combat and surprisingly – with a whip as well.

Training proved to be a trial by fire, her will, her resilience and her strength being tested time and time again in the dangerous situations life in the Plaguelands put her through. Alia’d never thought she’d have to adapt to combat so quickly, but somehow it worked, and she could hold her own on a battlefield, just as well as in the fortresses of the Scarlet Crusade. Eventually, she moved to Tyr’s Hand, in the Scarlet Enclave.

The Scourge was relentless however, and soon the Death Knights of Acherus were besieging the Enclave and as word of the Crimson Dawn spread, Alia found she had been chosen as one of those headed to Northrend, as a part of the Scarlet Onslaught and she was overjoyed. Her former teacher however, was not. He confronted her, trying his best to convince her to stay and fight against the Scourge coming from the North, but she would have none of it. When he decided to resort to violence, she threw her dagger – the very same she’d received at the start of her training – at him, impaling him on the blade before yanking it out via the chain connected to the weapon’s pommel – she’d put it there to prevent her from losing it in combat.

The trip to Northrend continued unperturbed, and Alia showed no remorse for what she’d done. It was a pity, certainly, an avoidable loss – but better a dead traitor than a living one. Alia’s stay in Northrend was mainly centered around New Hearthglen, defending it from the Scourge and extracting information out of captured undead. Eventually, she was sent to Onslaught Harbor, near the end of the War in Northrend.

It was on one day that fate would have her be pushed off a tower, by a particularly strong gust of wind. Thinking quickly, Alia enveloped herself in a levitation spell, but the problem was that she was drifting away from the Onslaught. Realizing the distance would be extreme, and that she had practically no control in the air, she dispelled the Levitation magic and dropped into the frozen ocean, trying frantically to swim for the Harbor. Needless to say that though she is quite the resilient creature she swam herself to exhaustion and passed out.

She awoke next with most of her clothing in shreds, though the fact that she was still alive and not too badly damaged from the waters of an effectively freezing ocean were a testament to her fortitude. Above her a metal gauntlet as cold as the grave carefully wrapped furs and blankets around her. She was told by an echoing voice that she was lucky to be alive, and a pair of glowing blue eyes gazed down on her. She had been saved from drowning by a Death Knight - a Kaldorei one. The first thing she asked was why.

She was told that the War against the Lich King was over, and that it was about time the Death Knight had saved a life in penance instead of taking one. Alia stared at the strange creature and remained silent. She was brought to an Argent encampment where she was nursed back to health. Once on her feet, she never looked back and never revealed her past. She reached Dalaran and worked as a bodyguard for the Fane family for a months-long contract. After being paid Alia left once more, thinking she’d do the work of the Light across Azeroth and beyond, for there was so much out there she didn’t know, so many strange races she could meet and lands she could see. And if she’d ever misstep again, she was certain the Light would take care of her, sending a knight or another to pick her off the ground and set her on her feet once more.

Skills and Abilities

Being a Scarlet Inquisitor, Alia differs from the usual Priest in a few ways.

Whips, Chains and Pain – Oh my!

The Inquisitor is a bit more capable in melee combat than most Priests, having a less spindly frame and being adept in the use of daggers, unarmed combat, and the use of whips. Her melee attacks are often aimed at points on a body that cause large amounts of pain when struck or augmented with spells(Like Shadow Word: Pain or Smite), for an extra oomph(Because, really, you can't expect a Priest to do much damage in melee, can you?). She is also completely untrained in the use of wands.

The Scarlet Barrier

Inner fire + Reflective Power World: Shield. The combination of the two defensive buffs creates a searing, armor-shaped barrier of divine energy meant to protect her, but also deal damage back to attackers foolish enough to get too close to the blaze. Just like the uncombined buffs, or real armor for that matter, it can be overwhelmed and broken.

Mastery of Pain

When it comes to inflicting and withstanding pain, Alia excels. Be it through her advanced knowledge of anatomy, formidable willpower or the use of magic, the Inquisitor is capable of delivering and receiving inhuman amounts of pain(mainly because she uses magic to inflict it, and Pain Suppression to withstand it).

I’m not quite as unskilled

In addition to healing through Light, the Inquisitor is also extremely well-versed in anatomy and the medicinal arts(First Aid), and she has been a Scribe for the Crusade in her early years(Inscription).