Ladrana

Information

Player: DamienLaw

Character Full Name: Ladrana Stillwing.

Character In-Game Name: Ladrana.

Nickname(s): Drama Queen.

Association(s): Silvermoon City.

Race: Blood Elf.

Class: Hunter / Meat Seller.

Age: 103.

Sex: Female.

Hair: Bright red, shoulder-length, usually pulled in a ponytail to keep blood out of it when she's skinning animals.

Eyes: Bright green, occasionally turning a turquoise when she is happy.

Weight: A very slight 100 pounds, she keeps herself in very good shape.

Height: 5 feet, 5 inches.

Other: She hates her hands since they are calloused and tough from working with leather and furs, so usually finds a way to hide them from people.

Alignment: Chaotic good. She will defend something she believes in to the death, but will do whatever she must to reach that goal.

Appearance

Some old leather clothes that she has crafted herself, so worn that some places you can nearly see through. Her boots are the oldest part of her entire wardrobe, she would never give up their comfort and has had to repair them several times to keep them on her feet. A small, curved knife is always strapped to her belt, used for skinning or defense. Sometimes she has a small quiver and longbow on her back, when she is about to go on a hunt.

Personality

She can be socially awkward, as she spends more time in the lush forests of Eversong than she does in Silvermoon. She really only goes to the city to make a delivery to the Silvermoon Inn or to sell some of her fresh kills.

As much as she wants to make friends and tries to keep a warm smile on her face, she is also quick to anger and knows it, so avoids much of any conversation. However, if she sees someone who needs help, no matter how small or large the job is, she will make time for them. Her father always told her to help as many people as she could, because someday the favor could be returned.

She is not afraid to unsheathe her dagger at threats as well (A bow can be used for hunting, but it is a cowardly way to attack someone). Death is not something that she is afraid to see, having watched her father die in her arms. Still, something in her mind tells her that it isn't her time just yet, and now she does everything she can to ensure her friends' and her own survival.

History

Ladrana and Faeron sat at the small fire next to each other, her head leaning on his shoulder sleepily. After a moment, Ladrana looked up at him. "Father, when we go hunting tomorrow, may I use your bow?"

He smiled and grabbed the longbow, holding it in front of them. The white wood gleamed with the reflection of the fire. "And what's wrong with yours, darling?"

"Besides the fact that it's half the size and not anywhere near as powerful?" She smirked as she replaced her head on his shoulder.

He chuckled and placed the bow behind him, leaning his head on top of hers. "We'll see, sweetheart. In the meantime, I think it's time for you to go to your tent."

"Oh can't I stay here just a little longer with you?" She gave him her best pleading face, even though she knew she had him wrapped around her finger.

"Alright, alright. It's nice to finally have some company out here anyway."

As hard as she tried, Ladrana eventually drifted off and snored lightly while Faeron poked gently at the fire with a stick. Sometime later, he shook her awake. "Ladrana, wake up. There's a lynx stalking around the camp."

Sleep blurring her eyes and her mind, it took her a few moments to realize what he said. She quickly jumped up and grabbed her bow, stringing an arrow to it and scanning the bushes around the camp. Sure enough, a soft growl and rustling came almost directly in front of her. Her father came up next to her, his shortsword drawn and held stiffly in front of him. "Stay here and keep your eyes and ears open" He whispered as he walked to the left. She knew this maneuver, he was trying to come up behind the beast.

Silence. For what seemed an hour, she heard nothing. Then an explosion of noise to her right as the creature roared loudly and came spinning into the camp area, her father wrestling with it. The lynx had to be nearly twice as large as any she had seen before, but Faeron managed to keep the beast at bay. Then Ladrana noticed something that terrified her: his sword was missing. She knew he wouldn't last as long as the beast did in a straight strength match, so she ran into the bush to try and find it. It was resting on the ground not far away, so she ran to pick it up.

Just then she heard a cry of pain. Running back into the camp, the lynx had somehow broken from her father's grip and taken a swipe at his chest, leaving deep gouges through his shirt. Screaming in rage, she rushed forward and ran the sword through the beast's side. It crumpled over quickly and remained still. She kneeled at his side and hugged him tightly, crying into his neck.

"L-Landrana, listen to me." He coughed harshly and blood trickled from the side of his mouth. "You need to...be strong...for me. This was...meant to happen. Everything happens...for a reason. I've had my time...and now...it's...yo-your..." He fell limp.

She cried all night. In the morning, she buried him and the beast next to each other, and drove the sword into the ground above the grave as a headstone and memorial. Taking his bow and her dagger, she wiped the tear-stains from her face and walked out into the forest, feeling her father's spirit strong in her.