Elanor Davy

Information

Player: Aruen

Character Full Name: Elanor Davy

Character In-Game Name: Elanor

Nickname(s): None at this point.

Association(s): The Alliance

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Light Blue

Weight: 154 lbs

Height: 176 cm (5'10”)

Other: Piercing in her right nostril

Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance

Mail armor, tight fitting to be worn with least encumbering. Else it's leather with a protective chest piece.

Personality

Elanor is best defined as "one of the guys." She has spend more time with guys than with girls, and because of this she feels more comfortable and safe around guys. She has a desire to do good, to fight for what is right, and that's precisely why she became a paladin. She feels most at home on the front lines, between her fellow soldiers as they fight some evil or another. For this reason, she hardly shows her female sides.

Nonetheless, Elanor is quite humane. She's kind, merciful, and compassionate in what she does. Having learned to uphold the virtues of the light in most (if not all) situations. Yet under all that toughness, paladin training and strong character, is actually a girl with a quiet wish for her knight in shining armour. Not that she will ever admit it.

History

"You're not one of us. Yeah, you sissy! Go play with your dolls!" Those were one of the few things the guys in the orphanage shouted at her. It was true to a certain degree, Elanor would never be exactly the same like the guys around. Most of them were in there because they would else commit their lives to thievery, or worse. Nonetheless, it was home, and it was all Elanor had ever been used to.

As she grew up, she began to find her place more and more between the guys around her. Beating them with arm wrestling on numerous occasions, but it was never without a fight and never without effort placed into it. Elanor learned quickly that if she wanted something, she would have to fight for it. Sometimes harder than other times, especially when the guys planned a ambush and believed they could take her down with ease. Which they did the first two times, learning from the mistakes she made and patiently waiting for another attempt, she bested them all in the third. After that, they were more reluctant of assaulting her and some even became friendlier.

For twelve years this girl spend her life with simple education, cooking and more to keep her off the streets, until that one miraculous day.

She still remembers it perfectly, she was drying some dishes before the heavy sound of mail boots filled the air in the orphanage. Her eyes gazed from the plate she was drying, over her shoulder and towards the tall man standing there. There was something about him, his armour shined brightly and the book at his belt seemingly had gone through a lot. It looked simple, just like the only thing Elanor had in her possession that was really her own. She had been reading the simple fantasy story over and over again, in which a heroic warrior fought a dragon in far away lands. Rescued the damsel in distress, that typical fantasy story always made her smile. Curious as she was, she quickly placed the plate down and walked over. The woman of the orphanage shooed her away, but Elanor refused to, not before she had seen the book the man had carried with him.

Achieving this goal, and raising the amusement of the man she quickly searched through the book. Was it the same? It was far from, the book contained spells and tricks too difficult to understand, nonetheless she stubbornly tried. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and her strong will to understand it, and after a half an hour of hiding with the book the man finally found her. Being far from angry, the man sat down and began explaining her certain things at which Elanor's eyes only sparkled more. It didn't take long before she was on her knees, pulling the man's cape to be taken with him. After a long discussion and an additional donation to the orphanage, they finally agreed. Elanor grabbed her book from her bed, said her goodbyes and was gone rather quickly. She never looked back.

In her heart, she sometimes missed the guys from the orphanage. But her days were soon filled with the duties of a squire, for the man she had begged was no less than a paladin himself. Nights filled with studying the codes and virtues of the light turned into days filled with tending to the horses and weapon practice. Through rain, cold and hunger she kept doing these things for seven years. She was stubborn, and while her strength faded at times, her will never did. The day she succeeded at overcoming these struggles, the day she succeeded at it, would never escape her mind.

For she was a paladin, a virtuous defender of the weak and tireless enemy of the Undead. She would not falter from her duties, and in the last four years she has taken residence with her former teacher, but more seen as best friend and father, residence in Tirisfal Glades. Battling the Undead, Gnolls and more.