Kiallie

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Player: Tequila Sun

Character Full Name: Kiallie Willowgrove

Character In-Game Name: Kiallie

Nickname(s): Kia

Association(s): The Farstriders.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Rogue

Age: 121

Sex: Female

Hair: Raven black

Eyes: Green

Weight: 115

Height: 5' 8"

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance

Kiallie is usually seen in her leathers, a worn shade of charcoal but uniquely adorned with discretely placed shadow beads that have a coppery aura about them. She has the grace and physique of most high elves yet if tired, has a distinct limp when she favours her left foot that is partially deformed from birth. She would be highly embarrassed if anyone were to comment because like most elves she believes that her kind are the most evolved of the races with the least amount of imperfections. Unfortunately, it was this small deformity that set her apart from others and triggered her unconventional life. In time though, it gave her the strength to embrace what made her different. Aside from that distinguishing characteristic she is neither more beautiful nor more ugly than any other of her race. She carries herself with dignity but not with the uppity elegance her kind is stereotyped with. Her dark hair is often plaited just near her face and woven with shadow beads and thin copper wire. Unplaited lengths hang long and wild down her back.

In fact, her real fetish is with copper, superstitiously so. She may be found placing copper rods adorned with runes in a circular formation in the ground where she meditates or in tavern doorways to keep out evil spirits. She has been known to intricately weave copper wire through her hair twisting it into wild styles that while different are flattering. When she becomes agitated or nervous, she can be seen toying with the lace of copper that adorns her hair subtlety twisting it into rune shapes or toying with the large copper earrings that hang from her elven ears.

Aside from the copper adornments the only other unique trait about her is her desire to surround herself with bright colours. The black and grey of destruction had fostered a love for vibrant colour and she can be seen wearing them when survival does not dictate she use the shadows to her advantage. In fact colour is what makes her feel truly alive and she often adorns her lips and eyes with a shade that appeals to her at that very moment, from azure blue to fiery scarlet to the vibrant orangey gold of the sunrise.

Personality

Kiallie is reserved despite her penchant for vibrant colours and is an observer unless challenged or sees an opportunity that if exploited would amuse her. She tends to be much more gregarious towards those that have earned her trust. Unfortunately she does not make friends easily as she can appear shy or worse; 'the typical uppity elf'. The only exceptions would be when survival necessitates making a friend or a friendship with those who share the same distaste for certain races would be beneficial.

She admires those of her own race that have overcome the shared adversity of the Blood Elves and grin in the face of it. With close friends she trusts or those she has aligned with, she can be quite mischievous and teasing often giving as good as she gets.

She is ambiguous about love, having never experienced it or sought after it, she thinks it secondary to well... surviving. It remains to be seen how she might react if confronted with it since she tends to be quite selfish with her time and treasures, doing what pleases and amuses herself only. When not under the influence of fel magic, she can be quiet, stoic and matter of fact.. a realist who has lost the ability to dream and is far too pragmatic for her own good. But when fel magic is present, it takes over making her quite sultry and wanton, generous and seeing the world through alternative colours.. where what might normally be green, she would see as pink.

She can be quite roguishly persuasive and manipulative if it's her only way to survive. Where no leaders exist she will step up to bring order to her OWN world. Where there is a leader that is strong and commanding that has proven him or herself, she will serve under them with unwavering loyalty and respect.

She enjoys wandering through foreboding forests and haunted glades or alleyways and underground taverns. What most would consider normal places to travel would not appeal to her. When not adventuring, she is just as apt to be in some seedy tavern with her feet up on the table enjoying mead, the only drink she'll have besides a puke green concoction of her own collection of herbs. Due to this 'hobby', often a trace of elegant mannerisms still clinging to her from her upbringing seem a confusing dichotomy. When bored or troubled, she will amuse herself with a deck of rune cards that have been handed down from ancestors on her mother's side using them to distract herself or even to 'liberate' gold from others. Oh yes, the word liberation has many meanings to her.. just ask her. It has become her 'mantra' and the focus of many of her meditations.

History

Kiallie's childhood, to all outward appearances seemed rather idyllic. Her father, Voranth tried to raise her in the conventional way of the elven culture local to Quel'Thalas, the place of her birth and had every financial means to do so being that he was a prospering copper merchant. Her mother, although loving and attentive was far more focused on the social scene. This often left the poor young elf to fend for herself. Yes, she had all the latest fashions and wore her hair coifed in the trendiest styles; Andreth, her mother made sure of that and Voranth happily provided all the beautiful silks and most coveted accessories but still a certain restlessness borne of loneliness haunted her. Voranth in an attempt to settle his only child could deny her nothing as she grew older and even indulged her growing curiosity with the unconventional. She soon began trading in her silks for leathers and her accessories for.... daggers. Kiallie became the son he never had. As she grew older while still elegant and fashionable, dress styles of the times grew even less interesting for unfortunately no amount of fashion could disguise the distinguishing deformity that plagued her and set her apart as a child.

This imperfection did just that; it made her perfect life very imperfect. Ostracized by her own race, who believed the less than beautiful should be ignored, she slowly withdrew from societal mores. As a child she had not yet learned the art of masking her imperfection leaving her vulnerable to cruel taunting and even crueller 'invisibility'. As she grew older though, she honed a very convenient skill. Often her expressive eyes narrowed with strategic manipulation of the current situation in order to turn it to her advantage. She learned to survive.

Soon though, nothing would matter at all but that very base need to live. The Scourge was approaching. It descended as a fiery torrent of evil incarnate on the beautiful city of Quel'Thalas shattering the little family's peaceful existence in what seemed like one breath. Voranth secreted his wife and daughter out of the city amid the scream filled carnage and stench of burning flesh as quickly as possible. He arranged for their survival far away from the ruins and he himself stayed behind to do what he could. Finally Voranth was able to bring his little family back to the shattered city but the need to survive had altered their lives considerably. As time passed, her mother became more and more lost to the incidious fel addiction and her father was no longer content to rebuild his copper business but wished to dabble more in the darkening politics. His family would be true blood elves. He began to see his reason for being as an emissary to Shattrath City. The Dark Portal had opened and her father left for the city in the Outlands ostensibly to contribute writings to the Library. In truth though he secretly sympathized with the Scryers and used much of his riches to fund many of their efforts to gain control of the city.

Life continued on as best it could for Kiallie with her father gone until word was received he was returning - truly a joyous occasion. Her fragile mother was beside herself with excitement and a celebration was planned. Alas this too was all to be shattered for on the very night of his return while still outside the city of Quel'Thalas, as the rumour goes, an Aldorian sympathizer acting on his own caught up with this financier behind the Scryers and under the disguise of a courier had a letter for him. The ink on the letter had been laced with poison that gave off deadly vapours when the warmth of a sentient being touched it. Her mother, too impatient to wait at home had ridden out to meet her long time love only to witness his grisly and viciously painful death -or- so she had told her daughter. Many had come to question the story.

When Andreth finally returned a few days later she was not the fragile woman that Kiallie had known. In grief, the woman had turned to the wild and hunted and fed on every fel blooded being she could find. Andreth was now truly insane and murderous venom fuelled the latent warlock's addiction twisted visions.

Beware now of the blood elf warlock Andreth with the wild hair that rivals the darkest of nights! Her mother to this day still wanders the lands toying with whatever catches her fancy.

"Sometimes all I need is the air that I breathe in to .. hunt .. you" - Andreth

Kiallie had no doubts that her mother hunted her as well. Her mother had irrationally concluded that Kiallie had stolen all the family riches when most believed her father had given all that he had to the Scryers. Kiallie had no choice but to strike out on her own. It was now that her obsession with daggers which she intricately adorns with copper and her penchant for leathers truly paid off.

A chance meeting with a shaman named Mordechai who she travelled with for a short while altered her life considerably and sealed her as a true blood elf. His faulty perception of her as fragile led him to attempt to manipulate her by introducing her to fel magic. This manipulation though was short lived but it did leave her with three life altering events. She would now need to fight the fel addiction with every fibre of her being lest she became like her wretched mother. It was Mordechai who 'turned her on' to what he had described as the 'freedom' and 'power' found in fel magic one sensuous night. The third, yes not the second, was the first time she murdered a sentient being. That poor shaman had such potential too. His legacy was still with her though which has become her second adult life altering event.

Before he was expediently delivered to another plane of existence by her blade, Mordechai had demonstrated much about the power of runes and the natural elements found in the lands. She had watched and learned whether he meant to teach her or not. He seemed to favour her father's choice of mineral as well. She could never boast to have his powers but she did witness many unexplainable events where copper was involved. The combination of copper and runes did seem to attract powerful energy and at times offer protection at least in her mind. (Note: I don't rp her as having any special powers because of the copper runes. Her belief would be best described as a superstition. She believes that without copper around her she wouldn't be protected. )

Shortly after her time with Mordechai she met Zul'fon, a jungle troll and in any other circumstances a being much hated and distrusted. But by now survival had forced her to make acquaintances with the unsavoury. The troll would tell you that he saved her life, but to hear her tell the tale, it was she who saved his.

Her travels with the easy going troll had taught her to shed some of her hatred and instead let each individual seal their own fate regardless of race. Even so, in her more sombre moments she still hated the Priests of Aldor. In her grief, she still believed rightly or wrongly that they were behind her father's murder.

There was another important reason though that explained why she would travel with the friendly and accepting troll. She discovered that arcane magic flowed through him and around him.. savoury and much, much needed. It fed her hunger for the magic that had kept her kind alive. It was just enough to keep her from lowering herself to hunger after the addiction the now dispatched shaman had introduced her to.

As time passed, she and the troll made it to Silvermoon City, what they had thought might be a place of refuge - well what SHE had thought might be a place of refuge. Alas, not to be. The local elves had nothing but contempt for her companion and even more so for her because of her association with the troll.

Having been shunned by her own again in Silvermoon City, she left to wander once more. Yet the encounter had left her questioning the teachings of the troll. Could her own people be right?

Now finally she has come to understand herself and the penchant to wander isn't quite as strong. She has recognized that the only way to ensure her own survival would be to ensure the survival of her own race.

She could no longer ignore the dark stirrings inside her, something inherent to her race's survival.