Cellenar

Information

Player: DrkAeris23

Character Full Name: Cellenar "Triblade" SteelLeaf

Character In-Game Name: Cellenar

Nickname(s): Triblade, Celly, Radical

Association(s): Alliance

Race: Night Elf

Class: Warrior

Age: 344

Sex: Female

Hair: Deep forest green; black streaks towards bottom

Eyes: Tarnished silver, but slight green hue from her complexion and hair reflecting color

Weight: 197 lbs.

Height: 6'2”

Alignment: Chaotic Good, but wavering to Neutral Good

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Large, bulging shoulder guards, with razor sharp ends perturbing out the sides, like a razor axe. A hard brown-black coloration adorns this armor, giving a deadly look to her. Her chest, legs, feet and hands follow the same pattern of brown-black coloration in said plated armor.

Around her neck is a bright silver choking collar, spikes, five different ones, placed evenly around this plate device, a delicate gold chain encircling the outer width of the neck piece. The collar is more for aggressive looks than protection, as well as training purposes for a stronger neck and shoulder line. When she doesn't have her collar on, she has a tall four-spiked helmet covering her face from enemy attack, layered in light shades of brown, and shades of, also, dark brown, with a fiery glow to the top of the helmet.

She always has the Stormwind Cape upon her back.

Personality

A tongue as cursed as venom-spitting snakes, words filled with poison, and an attitude that would make even Scourge tremble, Cellenar has a very strong sense of pride, honor, and most all, freedom in how she presents herself.

Seen as a very rugged, outdoors woman, she presents herself the same way in how she acts. When she attempts, she can be kind, but it's rarely seen and when it is, hard to understand why she is kind in the first place.

A huge believer in self-freedom, she is not seen as someone who would accept orders without reason, or at least a knowing that her freedom would not be in threat of restraint or denial. She will lash out if a circumstance seems to make her think of turning her back on her honor and pride, and if anything were to seem too forced or restricted to her, she would turn hostile and violent, especially if her life, or those she was sworn to protect, or those she loved or cared for, were in danger, giving her an outward appearance of a berserker.

There are times when Cellenar can be very concerned and listen very closely to specific difficulties facing those whom she trusts, but it's hard to find her in such a mood or frame of mind. She enjoys being wild and into the actions of battle more than anything, and prefers to show her worth in her fighting, valor, and determination.

With the return trip from Northrend and back to some more familiar and calmer shores, Cellenar has spent most of the past years in near-isolation in the frigid north. In doing so, she has managed to, through observation and practice, drastically calm her harsh words and hell-bent attitude on bloodshed. Also, with these evolvements, has befriended a few animals, of which none would come near her out of fear of her attacking or hurting them.

Her walls are shattering, and she is beginning to trust people.

A smile has become more noticeable and consistent upon her, and her desire to help others has shown through her aura and beaming gaze.

History

She was born a fledgling compared to her brothers. The only daughter to Geralt and Vefertela SteelLeaf, Cellenar found herself always having to fight for her right to be heard and prove her worth to her siblings and parents. Seen as the weaker sex in her family, despite the way of Elven Society that women were born to be the soldiers, Cellenar was beaten, neglected and tormented her whole young life, until she could start defending herself, and fending for herself, with attaining her own food, cleaning herself, taking care of her belongings, of the few she had, and realizing that her parent's truly saw her as nothing more than a slave driving nameless entity. With this, it caused a lot of rebellion, pent up rage, and a feeling of solidarity.

Her parents were considered exiles, but it was unknown to the Sentinels and Leaders of Recruitment that Cellenar was the daughter of the rebellious and shunned family. Born and raised in the wilderness of Ashenvale, Cellenar was taught to show no mercy to anything or anyone, and that your own will and mind were the only tools you could ever trust. She took this with pride and honor, but began to realize, if only slightly, that as time passed, she needed to become more civilized, and more thoughtful towards others she would have met.

When Cellenar was on her way back from hunting for her lunch, her Mother and Father were lying, decapitated, on the ground just outside their house, but no one was around. She just looked at them, holding the body of a slain kill in her arms. When she looked at them, she didn't even seem phased, thanks to her parents teaching her, in cold-hearted ways, that killing was a step in life that everyone must take, and they showed her pain, loneliness, distrust, misleading and cruel forms of punishment that her brother's never had to witness, experience or know about.

She was found sitting aside her parents dead bodies a few nights later, her head lowered, but not hung, and face expressionless. She didn't know who murdered them, and even if she did, she had no interest in avenging their death. Perhaps if her parents were kinder to her in life, she would have considered it. The Elven Sentinel who had found her was on a patrol mission on the northern skirts of Ashenvale, trying to scout for elven kin who were stranded or possibly seen as abandoned.

Cellenar, unsure of where she was being taken, simply followed the woman, as if only hearing bits and pieces of what she said. "Follow... to the north... large tree... Sentinel." She didn't even truly care where she was going. She had known since seeing her parents dead, and none of her siblings around days after the deaths to her elders, that there would be no sign of them again. She was alone, and though most would probably feel sadness, distress and loss, she simply showed no signs of it, until she got to Darnassus.

Cellenar saw the Sentinel's as her parents; evil dogs who wished to push their own mentality and demands onto her without a single care or thought about what she wanted for herself. The Sentinel who had escorted her had been talking to her the entire time, but of course it didn't seem to ring a bell to Cellenar that she was attempting to inform her that all Elven female's were to be seen as Sentinel's to their kin. But when Cellenar was told, not asked, told, to perform movements, tasks, and operations that she believed to be unjust, or as a betrayal to her sense of freedom, she became violent, as if she were encased in a shell of rage, what some would refer to as a berserker. She would lash out, violently tearing up training posts and equipment, throwing Swords into the air, wedging the blade perfectly between stones of the floor and walls. Her hands were seen as grapples, not as limbs for grabbing hold of something for defense or protector as the Sentinels. For months the Sentinel's tried to find a way to get her to cooperate, but the more they attempted, the worse she became. There was even an incident where they had asked her to perform a simple task, hold a sword by the hilt for five minutes, above her head. She refused utterly, retorting with words to signify that they were teaching her and molding her to fight for something that would cause her freedom to be punished and taken from her. Continuously, for years, the Sentinels tried to work with her, but she still wasn't getting any better. The last straw finally came when Cellenar was told to run the training course designed only for her, to try and permit her some of her freedom, without following the rest of the Sentinels in-training. Needless to say, she would run, but destroy things as she did. Kicking down platform's, slaughtering animals that were being used to train for escaping routines, and even turned onto the sentinel in charge of her, seeing her as a threat to her right of freedom and living.

After a long, thorough discussion amongst the Sentinel Leaders it was decided to exile Cellenar to the far reaches of lower Ashenvale, nearing the border of the Barrens, as she proved too dangerous to even be near the outrunners who populated the region. For years, Cellenar was on her own, and having not truly built an accent or speech of her own, picked up on dialect she learned from those she encountered. Foraging for her food, killing what and who she had to to be able to survive and keep her freedom safe, she grew this way for numerous years, but every so often, came across numerous conversations of peace, of war, of destruction, of retribution. Needless to say, she began to witness not just the talk, but the action. Watching as entities she couldn't identify as familiar to her, would discipline themselves for the greater good of those they were sworn to protect. She admired this discipline, and noticed that they were still able to keep their freedom, pride and honor in doing what they were asked of. They gave their fighting best, their power and their abilities, and in exchange for their obedience to their word, kept what they most cherished... she watched them daily for long months, and into years, learning from them. Though the techniques were sometimes very savage and brutal, she admired it. There were times where she was spotted, and unsure how to react, she would either react in hostility, or run away, but she almost never did the latter. A time she even killed one, and though she found it made her feel powerful, she felt no remorse for having done so. After all, she saw it as a threat on her life for them to come after her.

The years passed, and finally reaching her adult life, had begun to hear talk of trips between the Maelstrom to the other side: Eastern Kingdoms. She had snuck onto a boat within neutral territory, she hoped, and hid well, traveling for days amongst these individuals she didn't know. She kept to herself, and when talked to, the accents were all so odd to her. She simply didn't reply. Some responses to her silence were rude, others laughs, and some, she assumed, threats. To these, she became hostile with her looks. After what seemed too many days at sea, finally she had reached a harbor... it was rather sunny and hot, but she welcomed the land. She had reached her location, and would be able to venture into new ideas from here. She had recently turned 340 years of age, and welcomed change. And having heard of a city ruled by Dwarves, named Ironforge, she took the opportunity to visit it...

Many years trailed on, and with her dislocating herself from The Expedition, who had made themselves present in Northrend to set up a base for the Alliance, she knew she had done more than enough. She left without a word one morning, so early that the sun hadn't even risen to coat the cold ground in dew or life. Regardless, she just had to leave... she knew that she had to have some drastic changes occur in her life and in her behavior, and the only way for her to do that was to experience what else the world had waiting.

Picking up her small bag of belongings, she made sure to carry just enough provisions to supply her with a few days of certain nutrition. Afterwards, she would come to rely on what nature provided for her. Though it was no different, in regards to finding her own meals in the wild, something in her had begun to shift and change... she couldn't quite place it, but it had changed all the same. And in a way, that exploration would be the only way to take her mind into a calmer, even-leveled frame...

Those years passed by, and in doing so, the changes were beginning to take shape in her...

Returning from the harshness of Northrend, Cellenar made her way to Stormwind, going as slow as possible to prolong the journey just that much more, to make sure that she didn't miss anything that would prove to be vital.

Reaching the harbor of Stormwind, that nostalgic aroma caked into her lungs, tormenting her nostrils. She had been gone for so long, she knew that there would be many faces she wouldn't recognize... and many would probably not give a damn as to who she was...