Feyala

Information

Player: Hyenaskate

Character Full Name: Feyala Aloisia Sunlynx

Character In-Game Name: Feyala

Nickname(s): Yala, Fey-fey

Association(s): Silvermoon

Race: Blood elf

Class: Hunter

Skills and Abilities: Good aim, able to command a pet.

Age: 39

Sex: Female

Hair: White blond,

Eyes: Fel green,

Weight: 132 lbs

Height: 6 feet,

Appearance

Feyala has long white blond wavy hair, it falls over her shoulders. She seems to care, a lot about her appearance. She spends hours on her makeup, constantly asks for reassurance, and can't pass a mirror without looking at it. She is a rather curvy woman, slightly taller than average and she has bright glowing fel green eyes. Most of the time she narrows them, sometimes giving her an arrogant look. Her lips are full, and are slightly pursed. She is most of the time covered in make-up, around her eyes, and on her lips. She's around the average size, walks straight, with her shoulders back, and her chin up and, she sways her hips girly. She smells of perfume. A few scars covered in make up can be spotted on her forehead, cheeks and neck.

Usual Garments/Armor: Red/gold mail armor with a lot of phoenixes to represent where she's from and honor those who fell during the invasion. She also has a blood elf mask, hiding most of the scars in her neck and cheeks.

Other: She has two earrings.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

She's a spoiled, naïve arrogant girl, who knows nothing about how things are going in the real world. When interacting with other people, she'll judge them quickly by their appearance, she likes to give people a label, such as savage, filth, idiot, bandit, thief, farm boy etc. She's also naïve towards other races, she thinks like them as different, sometimes even thinks they do not have feelings, that she is normal and the other races are just.. smart animals, like gnomes are no different from living dolls. She likes to belittle them, but could become friends with them, but gaining her full trust would be hard. She didn't really go through much problems with the races, humans she never hanged out with, she does know that's its dangerous to trust them like almost all other races. Anyone who she does not know, she cares little about and wouldn't put effort in helping them, when good friends are in real trouble she'll put effort in helping them. She's the person who likes to have a lot of friends, but there would only be a few where she would not turn her back on, any moment. When she's alone with another person who she trusts, she acts less spoiled and seems a bit smarter, because then she takes the time to actually think, instead of only thinking about the person in front of her.

Her appearance is very important to her, she always wants to look perfect, spends hours on her looks, brushes her hair several times a day and wants the same for her friends. Even her pet she grooms and brushes, sometimes even braids his hair. She doesn't like to get dirty, touch dead things or smell them. She always talks about, how beautiful she is, but she is pretty insecure about her looks, because of the scars on her face, from close they are still visible even with makeup. She loves getting compliments but rarely gives them. When she notices she can use a person to do things for her, she makes use of it for sure! She doesn't really have any goals yet, maybe soon. Right now her motivation is only to survive in the hard real world of Azeroth.

History

Feyala was born in Quel'thalas in the spring 39 years ago. Her dad was a business man, named Salazuris. He had a good trade market in raw materials. Her sister was 189 when Feyala was born. Her sister was a smart girl, working her way up to become a Magister. Her sister was hungry for knowledge, drank it like water. She always wanted to know more than was required, finding the reasons for it. Her mother was a loving woman, she cared a lot about her kids and was always ready to sacrifice everything for them.

Feyala was a child that required more attention than most, she explored everything, put everything in her mouth and sometimes seemed to be in her own little fantasy world. She didn't grew up knowing what hunger was, she was raised around the time her family did great! As little child she was already spoiled. She didn't play with other races, her sister wouldn't allow her. She was only allowed to play with well-mannered children and wasn't allowed to be seen around any savages, so she would become well polite herself too, and would be able to fit in the higher class and wouldn't have any problems finding a job there. She had the kind of friends that where always busy challenging each other, who had the best clothes, who had the best looks. The friends she had were mostly for status. Even when playing with dolls, it was about who had the most beautiful one.

When they got older it became worse, all her friends were spoiled girls. All they did was compare clothing, look at other people and talk about bad about them. Unlike her sister, she didn't really have goals. She made clothes sometimes, that was something what she enjoyed. Her mother taught her how to do tailoring, she herself made clothes for nobles. She was good at it too, sadly she couldn't make a lot of money from it, because she wasn't nice to the customers. So, she ended up again with doing nothing and getting cared for, she didn't mind, she loved it! Sometimes she could at least still make some money, if she gave it to shopkeepers to sell it. To kill her boredom, her father purchased fighting lessons for her, shooting with a bow. Teach her how to deal with animals, how to tame them. She got a little Lynx, that she was allowed to train. She taught him a lot of tricks, taught him how to listen and took good care of him. Sometimes maybe a bit 'too' good.. She brushed him a lot, groomed him. He sometimes liked it, but most of the time he did not. She wanted to become a Farstrider. To bad she never took anything serious, her aim got very good but in real combat she was almost useless, because she didn't have the courage to kill a mouse.

Soon the invasion came, Feyala had no idea what to do, she was stuck in the house that was on fire, she got saved, but was left with a few burn marks around her body. She had several small burn marks on her face, most of them turned into scars, but not very deep ones. Her mom died in the fire, and the Sunwell was destroyed. Feyala wasn't used to this pain, the place where she lived fell apart. Family members were killed, most of her friends were dead, and those who remained were just shattered in pieces from their own losses. She just didn't know what to do, so she did nothing else than follow her father and sister, who both were in despair too. They got offered something new, that made them feel good! One that intoxicated them more than ever, and makes their anger feel so much stronger. It feels justified, too. It feels invigorating and stronger from being in its presence.

Soon they noticed that the power was poisoning their minds, they felt even worse. Her sisters anger and hate was too strong, she had taken too much of the fel, and didn't care if it poisoned her mind, she got strong by it, she didn't want any help from others. She wanted revenge, and to do so she had to become more powerful. She decided to follow Kael'thas, became a warlock and betrayed Feyala and her father. Her father was now by himself, together with Feyala. For a while it gone good, but Feyala didn't do anything for her father, when she wanted something she whined until her father gave it. Her father didn't want to lose Feyala too, but she became to expensive and was to much work. They got into a fight, Feyala was kicked out of Silvermoon, not allowed to come back anymore for a year or longer. Her father thought she was to naive, didn't know enough about the world. She was brought to Stranglethorn Vale, most people do not like her and she must grow up quickly now to survive.