Bailey

Information

Player: Miah

Character Full Name: Bathilda "Bailey" Manaspike.

Character In-Game Name: Bailey

Associations: (loosely) Alliance, Gnomeregon, Ironforge.

Race: Gnome

Class: Warlock

Age: 45

Sex: Female

Hair: Dark brown

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 17 kG

Height: 3.1 Feet

Appearance

Has a habit for wearing black, very light clothing, such as simply and loose silk shirt and pants, and a rain-cloak and hat.

Other: She looks scruffy, unkempt, quite thin and sunken in her facial features. You can tell she is young, but she looks quite frail and weak, like someone who is often ill, or in this case, heavily addicted to fel magic.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Bailey is in life purely for her own gain. She will not go out of her way to hurt others, and makes a point never to kill anyone under any circumstance, but she will always put herself before others. She has an obsession with creature comforts, anything from possessions, sleep, drink, narcotics, or her magical addiction. She used to be a good person, but like many, has fallen foul to the negative effects of fel magic.

History

Bailey was a lucky gnome in her youth. She and all her family were among the first to escape Gnomeregon with their family intact, and much of their belongings. This gave them a good start as refugees in Ironforge, and were one of the first to get back on their feet after the disaster. Her father even helped in the construction of the Stormwind to Ironforge tram, and Bailey, despite health and safety, often tagged along to watch, fascinated by it. She learned much of her engineering knowledge at this time, generally practical and mechanical engineering rather than the zany inventions of her fellow gnomes.

She was among the first to travel on the tram when it opened, and continued to travel to Stormwind almost on a daily basis, exploring the city until she knew it almost as much as Ironforge. In her exploration's however, she found herself travelling ignorantly into some of the more "questionable" areas of Stormwind, and with one thing leading to another, either by chance or through cunning warlock trickery, found herself victim to a fel addiction.

She now had a new reason to travel to Stormwind daily, she began making the journey to quench her thirst for the addiction, eventually being taught how to supply herself with fel magic, and other such warlock skills. Yet once she had enough knowledge to sustain herself, she left the city without looking back, ashamed of what she was becoming, but unable to stop herself. She now travel's the world, keeping on the move, scavenging a living where she can find it though petty crime or otherwise.

Diary of the events leading to her Addiction.

Entry 1 – Aged 30 (14-15 human equivalent)

Dear Diary!

Today is the day they unveil the Tram from Ironforge to Stormwind! I'm so excited to visit, I've only ever seen a few humans before now, though the worker's on the tram say adventurers and intellectuals of the humans will come through the tram often from now on, so I might actually see humans around town!

Entry 2 – The next day

Dear diary!

Today I visited Stormwind for the first time! I got a place on the first running of the tram, and arrived to find the place exactly how I saw it in my books. I plan to explore the whole place soon enough, I hear they have a great library on the far side. I've only been in the sector of the city that the tram leads onto but already it feel like home, heck, the dwarves seem to have mechanised the place as best they can, though I think it needs a gnomish touch before it will be perfect!

Entry 3 – The next week

Dear diary,

I'm not sure I'm such a fan of this city any more. It seemed so safe and clean and pretty when I first arrived, though on exploring I found a whole bunch of thing's I don't wanna mention out here... Though, one thing I will mention though, Is a little shop I found. I saw a gathering of people in strange purple robes, discussing something about magic I couldn't quite figure out, though when they saw me trying to listen, they ran off! I don't know what they were discussing but they left some funny...gloopy black potion behind...I have no idea why I tasted the stuff but it didn't seem to DO anything, so no harm done, right?

Entry 4.- The next day

Dear Diary,

Today...I felt...strange. It had to be that potion but I felt, well no other way of describing it, it was a rush, it felt like nothing I had felt before, but when it wore off...I...felt like I needed to find some more. No sign of the people in funny robes, though I looked damn near all day...

Entry 5. - The next week.

Diary,

Felblood. I drank felblood. I had to be an idiot to do it, but that's what I get for being curious. I can still feel it in my system, a driving force, only one vial and I already feel addicted. These purple robed jerks told me I could only get more if I worked for them...I don't really approve but...it feels worse than starvation to go without it...

Entry 6. - The next year.

Journal,

My family say I shouldn't come to the city any more, that it's making me act funny, but..what do they know, nothing, that's what!...I...No, I love my family but...the warlocks have decided enough is enough, that it's getting too dangerous to keep me supplied. And now I can't stop shaking...They said they would teach me to control it but how can I concentrate on learning like this! They got me into this mess they can't just stop giving me it!

Entry 7 – 10 year's later

My thoughts,

Today I became a warlock...They initiated me, and I summoned a demon for the first time. A horrible, scrappy little imp, that I drained to a crisp seconds after summoning it, It deserved to die...chattering like that in such an annoying way...Using this new magic though, it feels...euphoric, better than anything I have felt. My family said they no longer recognise me, but I can't have changed that much...could I?

Entry 7. The next month.

Today I killed a man...

I was making my way into the Elwynn forest to practice my magic in peace, when I ran into the man who got me into this mess, the man who left that felblood behind 11 years ago, who taught me. He looked withered, old beyond his years, and looked like he had not bathed or slept in a week. HE told me he had managed to break his addiction, urged me to abandon it. Yet it was his fault I got involved in it in the first place...

I rended his soul to shards on the spot...I barely know why...I even burned the body to ash, hiding the evidence like a true criminal...

What have I done....

I can't stop...

Entry 8 – Modern day.

Just concentrate on writing...just concentrate on writing...your a good person...you don't need it...

…

...Maybe just one more imp...