Elyra

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Player: Whym

Character Full Name: Elyra Asto'ra

Character In-Game Name: Elyra

Nickname(s): My not so hated cousin, Lady Bashatooth, Kim'jael, Lyra. (In order by her gladiator companion Lyssae, her title as a Gladiator, usually guards, friends.)

Association(s): Silvermoon (loosely), Crimson Ring (formerly)

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Gladiator (Paladin)

Age: 182

Sex: Female

Hair: White, with a -very- faint hint of silver in it, bound in a tail.

Eyes: Fel-green

Weight: 78 Kg

Height: 1.87 m

Appearance

Composite armour, forged by herself. Her legguards are made of chainmail, a kingmail pattern, the rest of her armour being plate. There is a cloak slung over her shoulders.

Other: A mace, made for the use with two hands and two satchels to her belt. A knife to her belt and a Francisca-esque axe to that one, as well.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Elyra is a rather quite stubborn thing, "when there's a will, there's a way" rings a familiar bell here, once she has set something in her mind, she is hell-bent on fulfilling that. Due to her upbringing, the years in the forge and her occupation as a gladiator, she has become rather analytic, setting out of practicability and usefulness as opposed to outrageous and smooth clothes to cover her body, but rather a firm and sturdy armour. She is often blunt and to-the-point, prefering that over simply rambling on matters, taking hours before coming to the point, simplicity in things is a joy to her. Additionally, she is rather individualistic, especially after breaking free from her forced-gladiatorship, binding herself with few and strifing for personal progress and gain.

She is not disciplined in terms of manners at all, often appearing as brash. One might notice that she is a rather heavy drinker, or atleast has a great fondness of alcohol and such sometimes slips into her behaviour, bar-brawls and idle chatter in a filled tavern are quite the amusement, to her. The sky is also one of the great mysteries to her, having a fondness to its colour in the mid-eve, often finding herself musing or rambling about it, occasionally to herself or everyone who accompanies her.

Regarding races, Elyra holds a rather mixed view in terms of all. Humans are still seen as traitors, backstabbers and craven dealers, considering her former 'owner'. Gnomes are seen as odd ones, however mostly as despises as the Humans, being their allies and their highly volatile nature doesn't make it better for Elyra in any way. Dwarves are seen with different views, good fighters and first and foremost, good drinkers, perhaps one of the few races she has a fairly well view on. Kaldorei are seeen with mixed feelings, heavily influenced by her gladiator-partner, they are seen as great fighters, yet mysterious, no direct hatred involved, as Elyra had not much dealings with more than a handful, beforehand. Draenei are seen as odd ones, Elyra not really having had too much contact with one, barely any of them are in the gladiator business. Orcs are seen as strong warriors, yet perhaps a bit bloodthirsty, primitive in regards of trolls. Yet, their strength is quite revered. Tauren are seen as fuzzy beings who barely care for anything but nature, atleast to what Elyra experienced. Forsaken are seen with pity, barely anyone is wished the fate of dying only to live again. Her own race is obviously prefered when in company of others, well, most of the time.

History

Elyra was born in the eastern outskirts of Silvermoon, to a scribe as mother and a blacksmith as a father. Sadly, the mother died at birth. Her childhood was rather...domianted by her father's will and she was almost prescribed to become what her father was, a smith. Still, she visited school and did what every child during that age would, playing, causing trouble, the usual for one of a young age... Barely any moving events occured in that period, days passed by due to learning how one would forge armour, link chains into another and in the meantime, she occasionally learned for school. It was a simple, but liveable life, not too much money, but enough to live from it. In her rare off-time, she was often found merely lying in the grass, staring up at the blue of the sky, what was behind it and the mere colour of it was mesmerising her, nature's beauty at its best.

Natually, she grew older over time, however her father was struck by illness when she was very close to becoming an adult. She was given the forge, and was forced to work in that one for quite the time being, hard and tedious work to be done. Yet, there was nothing she could do but hope for her father to become healthy again and assist in the forge. For a time, it seemed that the illness went away, her father assisting with the work again, making some more profit to have a higher life-standard but alas, he succumbed to his illness and died few weeks later. Elyra now had to run the forge on her own, becoming more and more skilled with each piece she created, living through the day and actually managing her life. At this time, she also picked up the blade and additionally to her forging, she learned how to wield that one, in order to be capable of defending herself, should need be. There was no time to grief for a lost soul and thus, she continued her lifestyle, making a few friends when she had hours off work and needed not to train.

Life was fine to her, during that time. The forge was running well and she was able to finance herself, spending her free time with friends or her own training. During the time of the second war, there was a massive increase in sales, naturally. The demand for weapons quite high, during that time. Luckily, her forge did not fall during the attacks of the dragons, not a single spark falling upon the building and thus, it survived the war in rather good condition. Overworked, Elyra granted herself a few weeks of rest after the war had ended, having made a small fortune during that time. Forging, free-time, training. Quite the routine, one might say.

Slowly, but steadily over the few years that were between the second and third war, the Scourge finally came and with that, more death. Elyra hid herself away, in hope for survival, away from her forge, for she thought such would be a rather attracting point to attack at. Waiting, she remained in her hiding-spot, fleeing the outside world until the invasion finally had ended. She came forth from her hiding spot, checking up on her forge, merely to find the entire thing devastated, a shock. Her profession was destroyed, atleast what she required to perform it. As she gathered with the other High Elves, she heard words of a new source of power, perhaps even of former glory and as such, joined the others, consuming fel, her eyes turning green and dubbing herself 'Blood Elf', in memory of the fallen. She returned to Silvermoon, into Murder Row, having to earn her living by...performing petty thievery and bribery, attempting to get through the day. Sadly, all her funds to finance her smithy, were entirely -gone-.

Over the years, more evidences were found and as such, more guilt and guilt stocked up, until finally, shortly prior to the restoration of the sunwell, Elyra was caught and as such, stuck into prison. The redemption occured without her seeing, but rather, feeling. Even in the cells of the prison, it was a rather good life until frankly, someone decided it would be good to see for a prisoner how -other- prisons are, to make them value their own, seeing how Silvermoon's would be rather grand, compared to others such as...Orgrimmar. Elyra, being one of the few who was sent to Orgrimmar, was rather outraged by that, finding herself in the Ring of Valor, as an amusement. To her disliking. Naturally, the Ring of Valor is rather for gladiators and as such, she was forced to fight. With clumsiness and strength, she won one fight, however not killing the other participant and thus, not becoming bloodied.That was enough to gain the attention of a few certain, shady individuals and as such, she was bought under the counter. The next day, assuming transport back towards Silvermoon, she joined the caravan however merely to . . .

Find herself in a wild forest, inmidst a few ruins and met someone, a certain person who was introduced to her as her owner. Lovely, and there was no time to lose. She was given a sword and worn rugs, nothing really protective and was thrown in her second fight. A human, female, perhaps a tad small in comparison to Elyra, but just as feisty. It was interesting fight, however the amount of experience which Elyra had gathered during the time in the forge and in practice, helped there, eventually defeating the human and becoming bloodied, somebody who has successfully defeated another in a gladiator match. She inherited the human's armour and her weaponry, a mace. Similar to a smithing hammer, she picked up the weapon and armour. After the fight, she was dubbed 'Lady Bashatooth', one doesn't require too much wit to understand why...

For the next fight, there was something different planned. She was thrown into a tag team, a 2v2. And to amuse her owner more, she was coupled up with a Kaldorei, Lyssae, one who would despise her. Nonetheless, they had to get along with another, not loving another but merely not slaughtering another. Their opponents were found, two dwarves. The battle ensued, the Kaldorei proving herself to be a rather good ally, almost immediately striking one down as the battle begun. Both, Elyra and Lyssae stood at the end of the fight, having defeated the two opponents. For their racial differencies, they were a rather good team, helping another through the fights, as is expected from one's teammate.

Time passed, fight after fight. Leaving some unscathed and some rather injured, yet enough to remain alive. Occasionally locations changed, caravans to the other ruins and abandoned places often taking weeks and consuming time. The duo was rather good, leaving their owner with quite the money until one bid enough on the pair to convince him to sell them... Perhaps for the good.

During the transport of the two, through the lands, a rather hefty thunderstorm was crushing down upon the earth. To their luck, they were not the highest point at the time a lightning struck down upon the caravan and basically fried the horse and its rider, which were dragging the two in a cart. Naturally, they ran from their slavery, escaping in the wilderness with what they had on them, surviving in them. Away and hidden from their former owners, not willing to become somebody's pitdog once more...

Skills and Abilities

Elyra is adept at most weapons, excelling at the use of maces, however. Due to battling and forging, her build has become more muscled than the one of an average Blood Elf, making her physically strong. She is a rather advanced blacksmith and forges her own armour and occasionally, weaponry. Additionally, she has a rather good knowledge of scavenging things and making the best out of them, make-shift bandages, weaponry and armour included.