Avelon

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Player: DrkAeris23

Character Full Name: Lady Avelon Da'Mor Morocco (Da'Mor is maiden name)

Character In-Game Name: Avelon

Nickname(s): Mad'dam Avelon, Lady Avelon

Association(s): Alliance, House Morocco, Grand Stormwind

Race: Human

Class: Battle Priest

Age: 49

Sex: Female

Hair: Dark brown, sandy brown highlights

Eyes: Emerald Green

Weight: 142 pounds

Height: 5 foot 4 inches

Appearance

Anything elegant and formal, but usually a gown made of a silk and satin finish, in colors ranging from white to grey (usually is never in something black). She always has some sort of object in her possession for analysis, whether it be an Emerald, Ruby, Sapphire, and so forth. Precious gems have a great meaning to her. However, when in a public venue, she keeps all valuables stashed away in either a safe at her estate, or in a concealed bag that looks like a hobo would use.

Personality

Always a serene, beautiful and simply happy smile is upon her face. She's delicate and very open-hearted and warm, save for members of the Armado Family. When involved in a deep conversation, she never faulters when it comes to manners. Always cheery and having a sweet disposition, some may call her too kind for her own good. When involved in a family conflict, she's usually the one who most come to for a boost in self-confidence, always being the re-assuring one, and the one to always forgive, yet never forget.

A true example of nobility, she holds herself with a pride and determination that comes with her name, and her family's roots. She is strong, proud, and graceful, just like her persona indicates her to be.

History

Avelon had known no other life than within the walls of Stormwind until she was old enough to start asking about "what was out there?". She grew up learning about the finer things of life; gems, jewelry, fine clothing, elegant wines, exquisit food, and so forth. She even had a prize-winning stallion given to her when she was eight years of age, of which she named Thundera. The horse was given to her by her father, Lord Da'Mor.

She was not truly permitted to set foot outside during normal hours of the day when the other children were dismissed to go out to play. Instead, she was asked to remain inside to study up on Stormwind diplomacy matters and information regarding Stormwind's imports, exports, who was who, and so forth, to prepare her for marriage in her later teens. She had a bitter distaste for wanting to be married so young, and simply wanted to be able to live a normal life like the rest of the children. Despite being taught entirely on her own with the aid of a private tutor, she longed for a friend, and was more and more, as days went on, overcome with sadness because of having no one to really communicate with. As she grew older, however, she began to understand that because of her noble status within Stormwind's walls, that it was understandable as to why she could not play ball with the other children when she was just a year or two younger. She grew mentally into a woman of fine business ethics, as well as blossoming into a well curved, beautiful, and determined lady.

One afternoon, when she was making her rounds to the Bank of Stormwind to collect the financial records for her property income, requested by her parents, and servants spending, she felt a weird twinge in the air, as if someone were watching her, but paid it no mind, and went about her business. After departing, she realized that a lot of the streets of Stormwind had become scarce of pedestrians. She wondered what the commotion was all about, then out of no where, a terrible yelling was heard, "Slay them!! Kill them all!" She ran for cover underneath a nearby tree, and watched as numerous Horde soldiers and fighters rode through the streets of Stormwind; cutting down lantern posts with the simple swings of weapons, setting fire to carts of fresh fruits, fish, and other perishables. She was horrified. Despite it, when they were out of sight, she was taken more off guard, and into a dream, of sorts, by the appearance of a figure upon a tall steed. The boy had to be no older than herself, and damn was he handsome... she held her books of money management to her chest, looking up towards the boy, giving him a facial gesture to suggest not fright but question, saying silently without words "what is going on?" He didn't reply. He simply looked at her, as if he were stricken by her sheer beauty, and nothing else mattered. He extended an arm to her, and pulled her up onto the horse, resting her in the saddle in front of him, before galloping down into the canals of the city, behind a point where they would not be spotted by any of the scoundrels that were running amuck in the streets. He held her, his arms strong about her figure, and she welcomed it. Oh how she did. She rested against him a long moment, which seemed to last forever to her, and she wished it had.

Bauris knew that he would have to take her with him, as all of the gallavanting around in the streets would only make it harder to send her safely on her way. He reined his horse around, and within haste, made his way through the streets of Stormwind, galloping towards the gates of the city. Slamming his reins down upon the stallions neck, he just kept on making him run, Avelon securely fastened at his front. The stress of the whole ordeal left her into a passed out sleep.

While the trip to Lordaeron had proven exhausting, she remained there for a time, awaiting for when Bauris would return to her after his fighting in the War. As the time went on, she blossomed into a beautiful woman. Her knowledge of diplomacy, of understanding income, of seeing through trickery, and beginning to understand even more of the Light and what it held, gave her a new meaning to life. One day she had received word that both of her parents were slain during the brawl within Stormwinds gates, and she vowed revenge upon whoever caused the death to the only family she had. It wasn't too long that she stayed in Lordaeron, however. She wasn't too keen on being somewhere that she wasn't very familiar. As such, she hired a personal escort to pack up a couple of horses and begin their way back towards the Stormwind area, taking a few stops at Stromguarde, and other hubs that proved neutral-friendly, or at least towards humans.

The trip went on, and she had been, finally, taken back to the gates of Stormwind. With Bauris at her side, from having caught up with her and her caravan from making the return trip a few years after remaining in Lordaeron, she went into wedlock with him, and devoted her faith, trust, and her life to his cause of reviving the Morocco name and House, along with her three sons and three daughters; strapping young men, and blossoming beautiful young women.

With a few years having passed and been in the heat of numerous battles on the front, Avelon decided that remaining in Stormwind was not doing anyone any favors, particularly herself. It had been heard in rumors that Lord Morocco was on an extended trip to an unknown location, of which left Avelon to believe that he had left and may possibly be unwanted to return.

As such, Avelon took to packing up a few of her personal goods, and hitting the road for some adventure. Despite her age, and the fact that she could be taken advantage of if she were to wear the normal attire of her family and of her status, she has taken on a more 'common' look, wearing more simple clothing.