Elyssa Rev2

Player: Alykia

Character Full Name: Elyssa Von'Indi

Character In-Game Name: Elyssa

Nickname(s): Ely

Association(s): Grand Hamlet (Darkshire)

Race: Human

Class: Exorcists (Paladin)

Age: 32

Sex: Female

Hair: Black

Eyes: Dark Brown

Weight: 5'4

Height: 132

Usual Garments/Armor: She usually wears light and modest garb. As she is a woman of a small village, she does not often have the opportunity to wear anything extravagant and finds them impractical more often then not.

Other: She has small oval glasses used for reading and a weathered notebook that is kept on her at all times. The notebook itself she uses for anythings from jotting down thoughts to cataloging information that she finds in her travels so as to transfer to the appropriate books when she returns home.

Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality: She has a deep dislike for anything undead and holds a belief system that all things living must come to an end, and once that end is met, it is unnatural and wrong for it to ever be walking again. This includes death knights and the forsaken. Despite both being considered allies in some form or other, she views it as a selfish trait for either to want to continue living when their life has ended and that they too must be destroyed… be they considered good, bad or what have you.

A historian's daughter, she deeply loves reading, knowledge and books. Each book a person's spirit, memories and/or opinions placed to paper. She is an advert of the believe that knowledge is power and that no book should ever be destroyed. All knowledge holds its value, no matter how trivial and should be cataloged and stored. Her family is of the highest regard, her only living blood relative remaining being that of her father. She is a small-town girl and holds all of the small handful of villagers from her home like close kin, no matter how irritating. She would protect her father and her kin at all costs.

She is an introvert. Due to this she is usually almost mechanical in behavior when interacting with others as well as overly logical. She smiles and jokes often, but it is very hard to catch as her humor is also very dry. Despite her perhaps apparently cold demeanor to those whom do not see past the mask of dry and frank behavior, she is very warm and affectionate, as well as extremely loyal to the few she considers as good friends.

History:

Born of Grand Hamlet, now frequently called 'Darkshire' by outsiders, she has lived most her life within the small village alongside the other villagers. Her only true exposure to the outside being her explorations of the surrounding area, infrequent trips to the city of Stormwind, and the interaction with the traveling Faire of Darkmoon.

Taking most after her father, Sirra Von'Indi, she studied as a scribe in the Hamlet, reading anything she could of the surrounding lands and doing her best to learn for the day when she may someday take up after her father as a Historian. She also learned from others by the wounded that would be brought to the village to be tended by her grandmother, mother and other medics of the village. Everyone did what they could, and was open and gracious to the fighters that would come through their land.

Such kindness was returned when the armies fought with them when the war finally came to their home. As orc armies marched closer and closer to the small village, she got a crash course on healing as there were too many bodies and not enough healers as their home was overrun with war. Everyone whom could hold a weapon did as they fought hard against the orcs, but eventually for naught. With well over a third of their people killed, the village was taken over and the survivors forced to retreat to the mountains, only to return to naught but ruble and destruction when the orcs finally moved on.

A stubborn and strong spirited people as a whole, they did not let the destruction dismay them for long as every hand put to rebuilding their home that was lost. It was their pride and joy, and they worked diligently to see it rebuilt. It was their homeland, and the homeland of their ancestries. Working together, they rebuilt their home on top of the rubble and continued to live on.

She had lost many of her family in that war, as did many, but her parents yet lived as well as others of the village. Things seemed to slowly go back to normal despite the wages of war that still thrived in the land. They were already a tough people, and learned to live through it as they tended their farms and continued to their maters. But such resilience was tested as a darkness started to wash across their homelands.

It was at first a creep that they did not notice, but soon became more and more prevalent. Their small community priests could not seem to fight back the darkness as it eventually took over their home, and then the undead came. They came in the night, at first killing off one or two of the villagers as well as the villagers to their sister town of Sunnyglade. The two towns pulled together and did what they could to try to get to the bottom of it, to no avail. Stories are still told of the night that the undead rose as one and set war upon Sunnyglade. Many people of the Hamlet went to assist the village but the undead were too many.

Elyssa's mother died in the war against the undead. Her mother had a sister in Sunnyglade and did what she could to help her only to be lost in the process along with her sister and her sister's family in the attack by the undead. With only a handful of villagers remaining, the people of the Hamlet pulled back along with a few refugees of Sunnyglade that still lived. Perhaps it was the encounter with the orcs that made them sturdy, but they were not to lose their home again. They were able to fight back the undead and keep them restrained to the west of their home as the people did what they could to adapt to a darkness that they could not purge from their lands.

As the news of the Lich King's death finally reached the Grand Hamlet, there was much jubilation. A grand party was thrown by all as hearts and hopes rose with the thought that maybe, with his death, the darkens would finally recede and their home would return to the beautiful land it once was. The war was over and it would only be a mater of time until the sickness ebbed away and every undead would fade back to the nightmares they once where...

... But the shadows never receded.

As days, weeks, and then months passed by with the shadows and dangers of undead on their land remaining ever prevalent. It slowly became obvious that the Lich King's death was not the cure-all that many had hopped it would be. Many where disheartened and some even started to think that nothing could be done at all. That they were forever cursed with the undead and there will never be a day without them again.

Some villagers accepted the names Darksire and Raven Hill, others kept to the names of old, determined that someday, they would regain their people and prior strength, and be able to make their home the peaceful wood it once was. Elyssa is one of those people. She absolutely refuses to give in to hopelessness and firmly believes that somehow, someday, they will bring their quiet peaceful village back from this as well... not only their Hamlet, but all of Azeroth as well.

The Lich King's death did not bring about the eventual end of undead everywhere, but maybe it stopped the source itself. It was up to the living to remove what was left.

With the only remaining member of her once large family being her father, she has wished him well and to be safe in their village and has set down the quill of her once dream to become a scribe. In lue of this, she has set out from Grand Hamlet so as to find a way to purge not only their home, but all of Azeroth of the undead wherever they may be encountered.

Even the orcs, whom were the first to raz their home, are forgiven in the crusade against the greater foe of the undead. As unlike the Orcs, this un-living enemy does not kill and move on, but are a sickness that seeps into the very earth itself and must be cleaned and purged away.

To accomplish the ends of this crusade she has taken up the strongest weapon she knows of against the undead, that of the light.

From priests, paladins and any source she is able to grasp, she learns to use the light as a weapon against the undead as she trains as an exorcist. She learns how to remove and clean away any and all creatures and/or beings un-living. To clear away haunting spirits, cure the possessed and purify lands of the walking deceased.

To the gentle dead she is kind, yet persistent, in moving them to the beyond. To the violent, selfish and stubborn, she is vicious. Whatever the means, the ends are always the same; The dead must be removed from the realm of the living, be it through passing on peacefully or their utter inhalation. Even so-called 'death-knights', the corpses in knightly armor, are beings that had lived their lives, lost them and needed to move on. No mater what race they once where when they were still alive.

For her, no petty racial war, trivial political conquest or even the plight of the so-called 'alliance' against the 'horde' could possibly mater in the slightest compared to the importance of the war of the living against the scourge and continued existence of the undead. For the importance of this war went beyond their world, as it was also a fight for the sanctity of the spirits of all beings and their natural path to move on in the order of life and death and the beyond.

The only beings that she will willingly divert her attention to fight, is that of demons. Even then she only pays them true attention when requested by others to do so, or when they seem to be posing an imminent threat. Considered a lesser foe, they are viewed as aiding the spread of the plague of undead within the lands and living beings that may have been weakened in the wake of previous demonic attacks as well as being enemies of the light.