Avaria

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Avaria Whiteshroud
Information | Skills and Abilities | Appearance | Personality | History | As Seen by Others

Information

Player: Krilari

Character Full Name: Avaria Whiteshroud

Character In-Game Name: Avaria

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Darnassus, Sisters of Elune

Race: Kal'dorei

Class: Demon Hunter (Warrior)

Age: 1,527

Sex: Female

Hair: A mass of silky, snow-white strands tied back into a ponytail.

Eyes: Previously silver, but they were gouged out in the binding ceremony.

Weight: 229 Lbs

Height: 6'9"

Skills and Abilities:

Markings of Rage - The Rage markings are extremely dangerous and rare among students, but are seen from time to time. They enhance the burning desire for destruction inherent in all demons and bring that anger to the forefront of the hunter.

Immolate - For a temporary time, Avaria can channel the chaotic energies within her to shell her form in flame, dealing fire damage to those close about her.

Engulf Blade - For a temporary time, Avaria can channel the chaotic energies within herself to light her twinblades aflame, causing them to deal extra fire damage.

Cursed Vision - Through the initiation ritual, Avaria had successfully gouged her own eyes out with the ceremonial dagger. This ritual forsakes his normal sight of the world, instead granting her the ability to clearly see out demonic and necromantic energies as well as mortal arcane users.

Shadowcloak – Melding the Kal’dorei’s racial inclination to hiding in the shadows with a bit of the demon hunter’s intuitive, Avaria has taken up the ability to cloak herself and a few others at a time with flickering shadows, allowing them to stealth about demons easier.

Drain Demon Soul - All of these previous abilities are fueled from energies stolen from a demon. Without draining power from demons on occasion, using these abilities will become more and more difficult until it is near impossible.

Appearance

While at first glance, Avaria bears a very sleek, athletic form that favored lean muscles and speed over all other, closer inspection would show that over the years her body had been victim to a myriad of wounds that have made their marks upon her haggard flesh. On each cheek she would still bear the markings she had received as a priestess under Elune.

Draped over the deformed and tattooed skin would be a layer of black cloth that took resemblance to the wear of her former master; the kilt she bears is relatively well-keep, though slowly fading to grey by over exposure to light. Over the tattoos which curve about in smooth patterns lays a light chain binding in order to bind and protect her torso. In each hand she bears a glaive forged not by her own hand, but the hands of her former master. His blades were a craft of his own hands and tempered by the blood of demons.

As with other Demon Hunters, Avaria has adapted a disguise to use within her travels. With her she carries the robes she once used in her service to Elune, the cloth ragged and worn, yet still effective in guarding her appearance from unwanted onlookers.

Personality

Priggish was a word often used to describe the woman in her youth, one not to pay too much mind to one person or the other. However, in the recent years following the battle for Hyjal, Avaria had lost much of what had once made her. In the training process of the demon hunter, she had bound the spirit of a succubi to her and thus sowed the seeds of corruption and insanity into her soul. This initiation right had seemed to have completely changed the woman, turning her self-centered and priggish personality into a more humble and understanding spirit.

When in regards to other races, Avaria cares little to race but instead turns her attention to intention. She can find the company of paladins and warlocks all equally enjoyable so long as they mean well intent, though should they seek to bring strife, then she would not spare them any mercy.

History

Born into a peaceful community atop of the Island known as Kalidar, Avaria was born of a Priestess of Elune and her druidic mate. For the majority of her younger years, the young girl would drift more towards education than physical contact. Often enough she would forsake play time with the other children in favor for mulling over texts ranging anywhere from faith and druidism to steel melding and marksmanship. It would be because of this habit that the entire community was shocked that she found a close friend in Emese Mistchaser, the most outspoken and rambunctious child of their generation. It would be then that the well-read child would slowly make her way out of a metaphorical shell and into society. Within a few years time, though much pressure by her own mother, the young woman would take up a vocation within the nearby Temple of Elune.

A life of faith had seemed to be the best one to suit the fledgling priestess as she moved her way into the small temple. Her days were wrought with education from both the temple’s elders as well as the vast library of information made available to her. Beyond that, she would spend her free days paying visits to Emese, who had taken up the path of the sentinel. For many years, even through her ordination, the priestess managed a balanced lifestyle between her faith, her physical self, and her mental self. It would only be in hundreds of years that this routine is finally break, though when it was broken, it would be fate that she would never return home.

Thousands of years worth of peace had been shattered when the orcs landed upon the lands of Kalimdor, bringing with them a myriad of demons that still wished to rope them under the demonic sway once more. Throughout the first months of the orc’s landing, a courier would come bearing news of deaths and such from the front lines. A few of the sisters would swayed to follow into combat, but most did not move until the terrible news of Cenarious’ fall. At that, Avaria along with many others took to the nearest available boat and sailed off for the mainland of Kalimdor. Once landed, she was quick to assemble in Hyjal, where many were already preparing for war.


The day of the Battle the priestesses were pushed to their utmost use, both mending and creating as many wounds as they could manage. At one point Avaria was out in the midst of the warfare, fighting all she could against the demonic horde, yet even then she could still see as she was slowly cornered by the oncoming forces. As if a caged animal, the priestess would lash shadows and lights alike at the oncoming forces until she could do nothing but collapse in weakness. As her knees buckled, her eyes shuddered, a sudden dark force suddenly stood before her. Just as she caught the glimpse of etched fel runes, she feinted.

Days after Nordrassil’s destruction, Avaria awoke to the wracking depression of the war’s aftermath. In the hospital that sheltered her, many priests and druids were hard at work to mend the wounded, though some where not as lucky to survive their wounds. Atop of it all, she felt the burden as the gift of immortality was drained from her spirit by the world tree’s destruction. In the mist of her depression the priestess decided to return home to Kalidar in order to continue her studies. Yet upon reaching the once-tranquil island she found most of it swallowed by the unblessed tree Teldrassil, and with it her village was replaced with the city of Darnassus.

Reluctantly, Avaria would take up a residence within Darnassus and thus continued her service as a priestess within the Temple to Elune that was constructed within the budding city. Where she managed to return to her normal cycle of gathering both physical and mental strength, she found that it no longer gave her the peace of mind it once had for all of the years past. She found that a fire had lit within her person that called for an outsourcing of her frustration, physically, magically and mentally. Ultimately the priestess would find her outlet in the hunting of the satyrs top of Teldrassil. While she herself was not much of a force against them, she gathered a few others with like minds and began to oust the demons at every possibility.

The hunt would continue thought the years, though not without its own prices. While many of the vile satyrs had fallen before them, so have many of her compatriots. Ultimately this would lead to a vicious cycle of revenge between Avaria and the clans of satyrs that ended with the group eventually splintering off due to varying views. With this, the priestess left her cluster in Darnassus in pursuit for more proper outlet for her strained emotions, this solution would come in the form of the recently-opened Dark Portal.


Eagerly the priestess would sail out from Darnassus, coming to join a regiment of the Alliance’s forces that was making its expedition into the forsaken lands of Hellfire Peninsula. In the midst of one of the heated battle out near the massive Fel Horde citadel, Avaria received a nearly fatal blow to the back of her head by an orcish shield. Such a strike caused the woman to fall unconscious for a number of days while false visions filled her mind.

In her head, she envisioned herself much as she was, though standing before the very figure that she deemed a godess. In this ‘vision’, Elune came to her and made her will clear, and that will would to seek the end of the demons and their followers. Slowly through the false vision, Avaria herself would slowly change, taking more and more like the appearance of the demon hunter she saw within Hyjal. When finally awoken from the injury a week later, she knew what she was so called to do.

Her search began immediately, breaking away from the Alliance legions in order to seek a proper teacher- or target. Though, she would come across the sooner first, a lean orc by the name of Go’ren Whiteclaw. At first he was met with reservation, and even hate, yet still she fought to see her vision- and her Godess’s will- true. For weeks the priestess was put under grueling circumstances simply to prove her worth to the aged orc, and it would only be until she could prove herself physically and mentally prepared would he begin training her. Where she thought the requirement was hard, the training itself would only be all the more vigorous and draining. Ultimately it would come to the once fateful night.

Avaria sat opposing to her master, the aged orc palming a ceremonial dagger crafted from felsteel. She continuously between the dagger ad the orc, her thoughts racing before the silent question finally became words.

“Are you prepared?” He grumbled out, staring blankly at the initiate.

At this she tipped her head, staring directly at the blood-coated blade. “Yes...”

The orc would soon nod, casting the blade aflame with the blood of her earlier kill- a Succubus. With a searing dagger, Avaria would come gouge her own eyes out with the fel-infused tool, each stab sounding out with a shriek of horrible pain. As she successfully seared out the second eye, her form went limp and feinted with pain.

When awakening the next day, she awoke not the the normal vibrant colors of Nagrand, but instead the plains of milky grey... yet as it was hindered, her vision also seemed to have been expanded, with little limitation on how far she could see, and even so she could see the fel energies of her master that brooded far off in the other side of the village. The world she awoke to was one now completely changed.

With twinblades, the ancient tools of the demon hunters, Avaria went off on a new training session, adapting to both her new sight and her new weapons. With the newest blessing, the initiate was given the take of tracking, hunting, and finally slaying one of the massive empowered felguards that dotted the forge camps of Nagrand. With blades in-hand she stood vigil for nights without end, silently waiting until an unfortunate target stumbled its way out of the camp. Utilizing agility that surprised even herself, Avaria ducked from the tree and crept up upon her target, swiftly driving her blades through its being. Returning to camp with the beast's hear, Avaria and Go'ren finished the ritual of binding.

Infernal stone crushed into a fine powder...

Seared with fel flames...

Ground once more...

mixed with the blood of a demon...

The paste was prepared diligently, forming a thick purple paste that would be painted all about her torso with little rhyme or reason. These lines of vibrant purple would come to form the markings of rage, harnessing the raw urge of the hunt into the huntress. With the ritual of marking completed successfully, Avaria left the guard of Go’ren Whiteclaw in order to pursue her own hunt across Azeroth and Draenor alike.

As Seen by Others

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Priggish is the first word that comes to mind when I think of Avaria Whiteshroud. I've known her since we were children; we grew up together in the same community. She's the same now as she was then: blunt, authoritative, and opinionated. Elune only knows how much knowledge she has stored away in that little head of hers.

Just hope that you never see Avaria standing over you on the battlefield; with her bedside manner, you might wish that you had died instead.

Emese Mistchaser