Demine

Information

Player: Valkoinen

Character Full Name: Demine Morningweaver

Character In-Game Name: Demine

Nickname(s): Demi; Dem

Association(s): Associated with a Clothier Service operated by her mother.

Race: Sin'Dorei/Blood Elf

Class: Mage (OOC class because I like mages. ICly is a simple Clothier/Maid)

Skills and Abilities: Honed skills in tailoring, particularly in dresses, gowns, and formal attire, Demine is also somewhat skilled in general maintenance of others, due to her previous work as an assistant and maid to try and bring in additional money. This includes hair maintenance, general hygiene, as well as cleaning. (Houses. Not people.)

Age: 114

Sex: Female

Hair: Moderate, well styled dark red hair falling a few inches below the ears.

Eyes: Fel, Verdant green

Weight: 121 pounds (54.88 Kilograms)

Height: 5' 4" (162 Centimeters)

Appearence

Usual Garments/Armor: Typically seen well groomed, and in a well made garb of her own creation, occasionally of her own unique design. Usually in a dress, gown, or skirt, not often opting for pants style leggings save for when traveling. She does not often carry weapons, with only the occasional small knife tied to her leg when traveling in an unfamiliar location.

Other: A complete stranger to combat, Demine does not care for violence or unnecessarily uncouth behavior.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Demine, while not necessarily as refined as the upper class, does have a certain 'proper' demeanor. She carries herself eloquently and gracefully, always trying to be on best, courteous behavior. Perhaps this is due to her work with her mother's clothier service, perhaps this is due to her history of other side jobs, or perhaps it's just how she was raised. Even Demine herself doesn't really know, nor does she care quite why. She just knows that's what she is supposed to do.

Demine doesn't care much for uncouth behavior, and abstains from swearing, violence, and conversations of a suggestive nature. She cares not for that particular topic in any sense.

Demine has a strong familial and loving loyalty to her mother, especially after the death of her father in the Scourge invasion against the High Elves and the subsequent destruction of the Sunwell. She dutifully works in her mother's clothier service, though it was never something she wanted to do as a child.

Demine has very few limitations on how she'll bring in money. Barring violence and escort work, Demine will do most anything to bring home extra money to her mother. In the past she has done maid work, home care work, and even hair stylist for one particular women. She has no concept of something being beneath her, as she doesn't see much of a class system. She sees only much money, or little money.

She has an almost childlike demeanor when socializing with friends, displaying nervous, jittery behavior, and being outright reticent among anyone she hasn't known for an extended period of time. Even among personal friends, she tends to keep to herself, not voicing opinions or desires. This has hurt her in the past, though she continues to behave the same way.

Despite her social tendencies, Demine is a reasonably intelligent person, with decent proficiency in mathematics, as well as a great skill in reading and writing. Though she has little interest in it, she is slightly versed in the history of her people, though the only thing truly etched into her mind being the Scourge invasion.

Demine is also deathly terrified of the Undead. After the Sunwell invasion, she became horrified of the undead, and even the tame Forsaken will make her notably uncomfortable.

Demine has no personal love for magic. While she was a child, she had aspirations to become an arcanist or a Mage, but these dreams never came to fruition, as her father, who did dabble in magic, or so he told her, was often away from home, and Demine, from a young age, was helping her mother to make money to support the family. Especially after the Sunwell invasion, and the unending thirst for arcane, the induction of Fel and the creation of the Wretched, she found herself disillusioned with the magical arts, and wants nothing to do with them herself.

History

Demine was born to Avinna and Draethar in the elven city of Silvermoon. Avinna was a clothier, and though her expertise was notable, she sold cheaply and only really made enough to make ends meat for her family, barely skating by. Draethar claimed he was an arcanist and a researcher, but he never brought home as much money as Avinna imagined such a profession might draw. In reality, though both Avinna and Demine were ignorant of it, Draethar was simply a gambler and a liar. He brought home whatever small winnings he could, and fooled his family for years.

From a rather young age, Demine, though she had aspirations to be a Mage, like she thought her father was, had to help her mother with the clothier business. Though for a time she could not actually create or design for her mother, she helped to organize and other such menial tasks that aided the process so that Avinna might be able to attract some more income.

It was through this that Demine met her first real friend. During Demine's younger days, when she was still a child sweeping dust from her mother's dresses, one customer always had a child with her. A boy, a mere two years older than Demine herself. Though she was not very socialized, the boy was, and he approached her wall Avinna and the boy's mother were talking. The boy introduced himself to Demine as Thornae. Demine was shy, but over the times she saw him during his mother's visits to Avinna's trade, they became close friends. He was someone besides her parents that she could talk to. He was someone she could enjoy being around and have fun with. She liked that. Over time, she met others, mostly through Thornae, but she never really became so closely bonded with the others as she did with him.

As Demine came into maturity, her mother taught her more about the trade of a clothier. She taught her endless forms of stitching and creation, and tried her best to infuse her with the spark that initiates the creativity of design. It was hardly the arcane work that she had wished for as a child, but she found she enjoyed the long, quiet hours of dress making, stitching, and working. Avinna taught Demine the courtesy of a salesperson, how to behave, and what to do around others. She taught her to to appear, how to care for her demeanor and hygiene, how to cut, care for, and style hair. Demine, not having much of a life separate from home and work, took these lessons into account in all aspects of life, most likely turning her into the calm, collected, professional woman she appears to be today.

Eventually, money became tighter. For reasons that were never explained to her, business must have quieted down, for Avinna had no luxuries at all, and Demine suspected she was skipping meals so she could feed her daughter. When she realized this, Demine began to leave the house during the evenings and mornings when she was not working the clothier trade, and though her mother did not know it, she'd taken up being a personal maid and cleaner for a local woman.

Saydhi Morningray was a wealthier type who had managed to care for herself, though she could have afforded to pay for people to take care of many things for her. By chance she happened across a disappointed Demine, who was walking out of a local inn. Demine had just been turned down a position cleaning in the inn, and had no idea how to try to get money so her family could properly live again. Saydhi noticed the rather sullen looking young woman and asked her what was wrong. After hearing the story, Saydhi smiled and made Demine an offer she couldn't refuse.

Demine, during her free time during mornings and evenings, was to report to Saydhi's home to perform various chores. Not grudgingly, like a servant or slave, however. Saydhi happily greeted her every day, and politely asked her to do things around the home, often making conversation with the young woman as she did so. For the most part, Demone was simply straightening up and cleaning Saydhi's home. Over time, Saydhi learned of Demine's somewhat useful skills in personal care, and Demine eventually started acting as an in-home barber as well as her usual cleaning duties. Once every week or two, she would take Saydhi's hair, and style it however she wanted. Eventually, Demine began bringing home money enough to truly help support her mother and father. Demine became friends with Saydhi, though it was not like with that of her first friend, Thornae, whom she still saw, though less often with the addition of her duties with Saydhi.

As she grew up, Demine became very aware that her emotions were changing. That what she once considered a friend felt like something more. Something inside her heart was tugging at her, but her mind didn't know how to process it. Demine became aware that she wanted to be more than friends with Thornae, her childhood friend, but had no idea what to do about it. She was so hesitant to speak to him now, so shy that she found herself unable to even think about it around him, much less voice her feelings. And so for more years, she went on wanting, but not having.

But as it turned out, waiting, and not speaking out, may have been the biggest, most hurtful mistake she's ever made. The Scourge Invasion pushed into the Elven lands while she waited. While she waited, Silvermoon fell, and so too did the Sunwell, and Demine's illusion of life. The very foundations of her life shattered in an instant. She was on her way home from Saydhi's when it began. When the chaos started. Undead burst through the walls, and soon the streets were a mass of discord and panic. Demine became lost, and soon found herself back near Saydhi's home. Hoping I find shelter there from the onslaught of the Scourge, she found a mangled, almost unrecognizable body inside. As it struggled and moved its face in its last dying moments, Demine saw the tortured face of Saydhi, gurgling out one word as blood poured from her mouth. "Run."

And so she did. Demine began to run back towards the door, but was cut off by a terrifying sight. A Geist was only feet from her. The stench of death and decomposition filled her nose, and she fell backwards. The creature growled, and Demine clumsily scrambled backwards, trying to get away from it. Eventually, Demine realized the floors became slippery, and she lifted her hand to see the pool of blood. She's backed into Saydhi's body. Disgusted, she tried to stand so she could attempt to flee. But the blood pool proved to create too slippery a surface, and as she struggled to stand, again she fell. This time, she fell straight into the still warm, yet unmoving mass of Saydhi. Aghast, Demine screamed and scrambled to remove herself from the dead woman, and faced the Geist again, this time, only inches from her. It opened its mouth in a singular screech, as if a war cry, and a silver, glinting, pointed tongue protruded from its mouth.

The creature seemed to stop, and black and green fluid oozed from its mouth. The silver tongue retreated back inside its mouth, and the creature fell, its unholy blood pouring from the back of its skull. Above Demine stood Thornae, a glinting, blood covered sword in his hand. That protrusion wasn't a tongue, but a blade thrust through it.

Thornae helped Demine back to her feet. Thornae knew she worked here, and thought to find her there when the panic started. For a moment, Demine realized that Thornae had risked his life to save her. That was not something she'd ever heard of someone doing before. And she'd never expected someone to care that much about her. She didn't have much time to contemplate this, since Thornae grabbed her by the arm and said they needed to get out of there and find somewhere safe.

Blade in one hand, guiding Demine with the other, Thornae weaved his way through the streets, trying to follow the panic and avoid the undead. Quickly learning that the panic was little more than disorganized rabble, they retreated into a narrow alley which ran to a dead end.

"It's easily defensible... They can only come from one side." He'd said. Demine's mind was still reeling, unable to really comprehend that her home was under a massive seige, simply because she'd never even thought it possible.

The first thing to come to her head was "...Thornae, where did you learn to fight?"

Thornae, panting and covered in both elven and scourge blood, looked at Demine and forced a laugh. "I didn't. Haven't a damned idea how to handle this thing.... But I couldn't leave you out there, could I?"

Demine's face, blood soaked as it was from falling head first into Saydhi's body, flushed red at his words.

Thornae took a look at Demine's blood covered face and tore a piece of his shirt off, wiping most of the blood from Demine's face. "It's too beautiful to have blood obscuring it."

Demine smiled a moment, despite the terrible situation, and flushed a deep red to match the blood which had been wiped away. "Thank you... For saving me, Thornae." The next thing she knew, she felt pressure against her lips, and a warmth against her face. Demine was experiencing what she had wanted for years but never expected to happen. As her lips melded with his, the horrors of the onslaught of the undead vanished momentarily.

As that moment broke up, Demine sucked in a sharp breath, and she felt sweat run down her face. Sweat that didn't feel like it was there a moment ago. She opened her eyes and saw a wide eyes Thornae. Beneath his face, a white, clawed protrusion stuck from his throat it retracted someone, closed into a fist, twisted, then violently jerked backwards, disappearing in a sea of spraying, sanguine red. Thornae twitched and emitted a grotesque gurgle, before falling to the ground, a Geist behind him with a bony, clawed arm covered in his blood.

Demine shrieked and ran again. All her thought processes just stopped. All she could think to do was run.

Somehow, Demine ended up at home, running headlong into her father. Before she could recover, she found herself shoved into an alcove next to her mother, and the alcove covered by what was once their dining table. Through the most minuscule of cracks, Demine watched her father push every object he could against the door to the streets, and watches him panic as something gigantic and cumbersome crashed against the hastily piled barricades, making most of them fall. With another crash, a monstrous creature emerged through the powdery remains of the plaster that shattered on impact from the creature. An abomination was in their home, staring at Demine's father. She watched in horror as the thing took her father by one arm and lifted him up, then grabbed his leg on the other side. It snapped its limbs taut and a massive sea of red erupted, and Demine nearly screamed as she watched her father literally torn apart. The only thing that stopped her from screaming was her mother's hand cupped over her mouth, pressed firmly down. Demine didn't make a sound, but she shrunk back, refusing to look through the crack any more that let her see the events of her father's death. The abomination, satisfied that it had eradicated all life in the home, left, stomping over the pieces of body it left behind. When Demine knew it was gone, she bent over and retched.

Some time later, Demie was not sure how long, the siege was over. The undead had been driven out, to some extent. The Sunwell was destroyed, purged by Arthas's scourge.

The magical addiction that accompanied the destruction of the Sunwell made Demine sick, both because of the physical repercussions, and because she hated that magic could not save those she loved, and that it was causing such pain. Even with the rebuilding of the cities, the inception of Fel, and even the restoration of the Sunwell, Demine felt always sick to her stomach when magic was a topic. She'd thought it could protect and help people. And look how her father died. Brutally torn to pieces.

Even as life returned to normal, Demine never really went back to normal. If anything, she became even more skittish around people. To this day she has a petrifying fear of the undead. Even the Forsaken allies of the Sin'Dorei unnerve her, though not as much as the paralyzing terror of Scourge monsters or mindless undead.

Eventually, her life did stabilize somewhat. Her mother's clothier service was revived, and Demine happily worked with it. She always looks for additional work, maybe akin to what she did for Saydhi, but she hasn't found anything. Now she travels for her mother, to find more customers and to draw in more business. Though these travels aren't met with great success, Demine is happy to try to see the world, for whatever is left of it. At the least, it's a chance to find work.

When the Cataclysm shook the world, these trips became less frequent, and today, Demine is mostly a city girl.