Allwine

Information

Player: PokePoke

Character Full Name: Allwine Featherstone Dawnstreaker

Character In-Game Name: Allwine

Nickname(s): Ally

Association(s): Alliance. Formerly Druidic Circle

Race: Night Elf

Class: Former Druid. Now Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Allwine has a lot of potential with blacksmithing, and is already quite skilled in it. Upon losing her 'touch' with nature, she retained the ability to at least befriend the creatures of the forests she used to protect. After Cataclysm happened even that was lost upon the poor girl, now only trained in the physical arts.

Age: Three-Hundred and Eighty-Five

Sex: Female

Hair: Darn Neon Green, flat, down around her entire head.

Eyes: White and Glowing

Weight: Two-hundred fifty four pounds

Height: Seven feet, eight inches

Appearance

Now generally found in heavy armor with a large sword or weapon of some sort strapped to her back, all of which had some small insignia of a bird feather resting on a small rock.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Allwine is a curious creature, as well as very impulsive, almost never giving any thought to a plan or idea. Never a good combination, this mix has always gotten her in trouble with the law, parents, everyone. She is extremely protective of her friends and family, the thing barely under that is nature that she adores and loves. Never wanting to resort to violence, she will always try and talk them out of it, or worst case scenario she tries to knock them out with her custom built hammer.

Allwine is also extremely optimistic about just everything. She takes great amounts of pride in her work, should something be off barely, and someone points it out? Lecture on how they're wrong somehow. She also makes sure nobody hurts a friend and gets away with it, the only time she disregards her no killing policy. She can be sort of slow on the uptake sometimes, but that's what makes her different, unique, all that good stuff. When presented with something she didn't know, she usually accepts it with open arms, with appropriate 'Ooo's and 'Woooow's.

As of late, her demeanor has changed itself into a comfortable relaxed nature with practically anyone of the Alliance. She has seen the horrors of the world, yet still tries to go on with a smile upon her face. Even if she is weeping from the inside. Her mind has been warped by the cruelty shown by those of Booty Bay, learning quickly on who to trust and who to avoid entirely. Her body and mind grown tolerant of wicked ways, she now prefers to hunt down any Horde scum who attempts to harm those of the Alliance and especially of her own kind.

Through the odd amount of 'lovers' she has gone through, Allwine has practically stopped trying for love anymore, thinking that there was no need for someone like her to find a proper mate anyway, deciding to just not repopulate. After all, who would want to go with her? Ex-druid, working in Booty Bay, blacksmith.. No Kaldorei male would even touch her!

History

Even though female druids are rare, as of late, they've realized not to waste potential as Allwine had shown from quite the young age that she was magic oriented. Regretfully, they took her into training and as a druid-in-training she spent around two hundred of her years in the Emerald Dream, where she had met another druid by the name of Talelwa, she was a Kal'Dorei as well. But before she had even gone into the Emerald Dream professionally, Allwine had been through rigorous training of the mind and body for most of her younger years. Being around her Sisters and Brothers had made Allwine quite happy, but it seems that she had been a bit..too curious for her own good. At her two hundredth birthday, after a bit of exploring, she found out that one of her 'Brothers' had been willingly conversing with demons.. Planning. After the traitor and demon saw her, she had been severely beaten and taken many blows to the head, ever since that day her memory seems to slip away from her randomly, usually forgetting small things that have recently happened. Then after notifying her teachers of the traitor, he was executed and the plans failed. But the feeling of helplessness and pain still burned into her mind. She had taken a small time off from it all to recover.

As she was resting, she watched her fellow Sisters, in awe how the blades had danced through the air and how the hammers had rushed through the training dummies, instantly destroying them. After she had mostly recovered, she took off into the forest in her down-time, hammer in hand. She swung, struck, and played a bit deep in the forest, slowly learning and adapting herself to time her strikes, to only knock-out and not kill. After a while, these random bits of hunting and fun had turned into practice and training for her. She knew that she had wanted to use the large war-hammer and found out how to make them from her Sisters. One of her good friends had secretly been training her in the ways of the smith, instead of training with her hammer, in her off time. For the longest time, Allwine had used the Emerald Dream as an escape method from the wars and battles, it seemed to prove successful, she still hasn't been in one yet, thankfully. For the longest time Talelwa and Allwine had seen each other, but never really interacted besides when they needed to. Maybe a wave here, a bit of small talk there. In the last hundred years though, they had been slowly getting to know each other and after a while they started going to the Emerald Dream to actually just see each other and talk.

Sadly, Tally was in Ashenvale while Allwine was born and raised, as well as still living in, Winterspring. They continued having meetings in the Emerald Dream, becoming best friends over a hundred years, then as of ten years ago, Allwine had finally saved up enough to go to Kalimdor and travel to Ashenvale, taking gryphons, rides from others, running, all sorts of travel and after arriving, the two had finally met in person and it took off immediately. Allwine had gone to fight for the World Tree, going through many battles before barely escaping death and heading back to home. Ever since that time, they have been inseparable, mentally and physically. As of late, Ally and Tally had traveled to Booty Bay, Allwine using their forge and the surrounding minerals. Tally had been here for her alchemy, the plants around the Vale proving to be useful. Other than that, they enjoyed exploring and trying new things, though recently a human by the name of Karin had forced Ally to bend to her will for a day, after she had been drugged and beaten, her memory switching back to the demon and Kal'Dorei traitor, has traumatized Allwine. Nightmares, memory flashes, mood swings, aggression, slight paranoia, to name a few symptoms. Through as many tragedies as Shakespeare could write, Allwine has lost her faith within the forests and has been rejected by nature to a 'lesser status' so to speak, unable to call upon the wilds to heal and protect her, yet still able to traverse easily through them and use one creature from the forests as a companion. Recently, she has chosen a spider from the depths of Ashenvale, an odd orange and red arachnid whom she happily just calls Gibs. She now despises Talelwa with a passion, not outwardly showing it and essentially attempting to forget her entirely. If asked about her, she will either snap at the offending party, or quickly change subject.

The reasoning for this not so sudden hatred began with a simple statement from Allwine's former love, Talelwa. "I want to get pregnant." Allwine had first just simply put it off and laughed, knowing that would be impossible and made sure Talelwa would understand this. However.. this did not stop Talelwa from sleeping with Allwine's brother in an effort to get the Dawnstreaker genes into her body. Allwine was quite obviously hurt and raging at Talelwa for what she did, and decided that this was the final straw. She cut off all relations with Talelwa.

The destructive forces of chaos known as the Cataclysm of Deathwing's arrival onto the scene, Allwine's weakened ties to nature were finally severed as even her animal companions left her in fear of their lives. Now left alone with just her physical strength to protect her, this blacksmith trained harder to wear normally impossibly heavy armors. Or at least armor -she- thought was impossibly heavy.