Evera

Information

Player: medusa333

Character Full Name: Evera Rocavon

Character In-Game Name: Evera (Pronounced Ee-Vera)

Nickname(s): Eve

Association(s): Defias Brotherhood, The Thieves Guild

Race: Human

Class: Rogue

Age: 19

Sex: Female

Hair: Long, black and well-kept

Eyes: A soft, tranquil blue

Weight: 110

Height: 5'4"

Appearance

Prefers darker colors, proper dress, sometimes wears goggles or an eye-patch to cover up her right eye, often wears a mask Other: Her right eye is absent, it is often replaced by a glass white eye or one with a blue center that is a darker blue than her natural eye.

Personality

Evera is humble and disapproves greatly of society's hierarchy and the feelings of supremacy that accompany it. She harbors fierce loyalty to those who deserve and earn it. Although she may betray the secrets of some to those who would ask for them, those who she considers friends are safe and even protected by her. Her intent is often pure but nonetheless, she seems to find herself in difficult or morally compromising situations.

History

Evera was born in the Hillsbrad Foothills to a very wealthy family. Her three brothers bickered and fought over her parent's fortune constantly while Evera tried her best to avoid it. The youngest of the four children, Evera was often scorned for her incompetency in the affairs of Hillsbrad. She despised the formal events that her family hosted and was repulsed by their shows of wealth. As she voiced her opinions, her position in the household began to decline and, though she was still treated as nobility at events and by strangers, home life was a different matter.

As she put it one day to her father, "You expect the peasants to do so much for you, to view you as a king, yet you won't even let those who provide for you step through your front door." From that day forward she was treated with a stiffer hand than before and was expected to do more work. Not any harsh work, but 'lady's work' as her mother called it.

One day she was asked to bring her parents their tea. She carried the tray obediently though with much resentment. At the doorway to the study (where her parents were sitting with her eldest brother), Evera caught a glimpse of a strange glimmering liquid swirling about in the tea glasses. She looked at it again and, noting its greenish taint, came to the conclusion that it was poison. She feigned a trip and the tea glasses toppled off the tray and broke as Evera fell to the floor.

Her parents and her brother jumped to her feet. Her mother's eyes were filled with concern while her brother Jaret's were full of rage. "You spiteful little ingrate!" He shouted, "You clumsy little maggot!" Evera raised herself to her feet and stared at him coolly. In his reaction there was an obvious confession. "Be easy on her, son," Evera's mother cooed, "It was an honest mistake." Jaret stormed towards Evera and took her by the back of her collar, leading her to the cellar despite her fervent protests. He slammed her against one of the stone walls. "Why would you do that to me, Eve!" She glowered back at him, "I saw it." "Saw what, Eve?" "What you put in the drinks, or had someone put in the drinks. I saw it with my own two eyes. You're maddened with greed." He laughed, unsheathing his dagger. "You're going to pay for that." "Do it then," she snapped, "You think they're going to give you any piece of their fortune if I wind up dead in their cellar because of you?"

Furious, her brother brought his dagger across the right side of her face, cutting across the eye in the process. She yowled in pain and collapsed to her knees. He just shook his head and walked away muttering, "Just stay out of it, Eve. I told you you should have stayed out of it."

Evera sunk lower down the wall, her hands held over her eye. She felt the blood trickle down her cheek and wondered how it was that her brother could walk away so easily. Most of all, she wondered if he would return. A sliced eye would be rather difficult to explain to her parents. If Jaret planned to return, she decided, she would not be there for him to discover. She forced herself to her feet, her head whirling. She kept a hand against the wall for guidance and climbed the stairs towards her bedroom.

Stepping into the room, Evera peered around and admired it as if it was something new. She gazed at the finely painted walls, the tapestry depicting a mountainous landscape and the gossamer curtains that fluttered in the breeze from the open window. Finally, she walked to her nightstand where she lifted the lid of the jewelry box. Rings, necklaces, bracelets, all silver and gold and covered in gems and accumulated as gifts from events, holidays, and birthdays. It was a modest amount compared to others in her family. She lifted the box and allowed the contents to tumble into a pouch. She felt like a thief in her own home. Then the idea struck her and she crept down the hallway towards her parents room, emptying the jewelry box of her mother as well.

Upon leaving the room, she didn't dare glance in the mirror. Evera could feel the blood crusted on her cheek. She walked to the stables and pulled herself onto the back of her brother's horse. She galloped away, driving the horse faster until she reached a small town on the outskirts of Hillsbrad, she hid her signet ring in her pocket before she entered the town. There she sought a medic. This visit wound up lasting a few weeks, as the medic decided that the eye would have to be completely removed due to infection. She left once she had recovered, taking maps given to her by the medic in order to better find Stormwind.

Months later Evera arrived in Stormwind. She wandered the streets in a petticoat with a silver pendant dangling around her neck. She was as obvious an outsider as any. She wandered into the alley-ways of Old Town, lost and looking for an inn. A low voice spoke from behind her, "In streets like these 'uns? At this hour? A lady as 's fine as yerself?" Evera froze in her steps, wrapping her hand around the hilt of her dagger that was hidden within the folds of her dress. She didn't speak. She counted his steps towards her and, on the third, she spun. Her dagger stopped short of the man's throat. The man gripped her wrist tightly, staring at her in awe. "You're holding it right," he said, "surprisingly." "I know how to hold a dagger," Evera hissed, her eyes narrowing, "Let go." She jerked her hand away from him as he loosened his grasp. Then she stood crouched, with the tip of the blade pointed at him.

The man gestured to the pendant around her neck, "You gimme that an' I'll leave." Evera pulled it from her neck, snapping the chain in the process, "Take it. It means nothing." The man took it, giving her a calculating stare. "Looks 'spensive," he muttered. "Why'd you give this up so easily?" Ge weighed the necklace in his hand. "Well, seeing as it has so little value to me and so much to you..." She shrugged. "Plenty of folk would put up a fight that'd amount to a stabbin'." The man grinned at her, flashing his blade in the diminutive light of the alley. Evera eyed the blade with a hint of weariness, "Doesn't seem worth it." After placing the necklace into his pocket, the man tucked his dagger in his belt and raised his hands. "If ya could just put that dagger away..." "Oh," Evera seemed to notice that her dagger was still pointed at him. She lowered it obediently. The man peered at her, surprised again. "Whassyer name, girl?" "Evera." She took the man's hand, shaking it. His skin was rough, nearly scaly and her had the tattoo of a cog on the back of his hand. He caught Evera's glance and smirked, "I'm Bretley. I can help ya if ya need a place t'stay."

She fell into step behind him as they walked through the streets. They arrived at a narrow building with the windows boarded up. Bretley led her inside. The place was a wreck, with beds of cloth and hay and crooked ceiling supports, there was even the occasional gap in the floorboards. The was inhabited by a small crowd of mostly men and some women. Bretley led her to a bed closest to what appeared to be his. "This is home," he said.

Over the next months Bretley taught her the ways of the streets. Pickpocketing, mugging, and sneaking about. Bretley called her a natural and she often mused that the sneak was in her blood, though she never explained it. Eventually, he trusted her enough to speak about the plight of the Defias Brotherhood and invited her to join their ranks officially. Evera respectfully declined. A few weeks following the time she last saw Bretley she received a letter from Stomgarde. It explained how he had gotten into a bit of trouble with the Stormwind Guards for 's'picious behaviors' as he called them. In his haste, he had dove into a carriage filled with supplies, not knowing where it was headed. He explained that he would no longer be able to contact her except on rare occasions, and that he was going into hiding. He told her to ask the Defias for assistance if she needed it.

Without Bretley there, Evera gradually wandered from the group, doing more freelance work of her own. Seeing as the other Defias treated her with much more hostility than Bretley, she eventually left the dilapidated house.