Lecretia

Information

Player: SourPuddle

Character Full Name: Lecretia

Character In-Game Name: Lecretia

Nickname(s): -

Association(s): -

Race: Human

Class: Ex-Paladin (Warrior)

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 160 lbs

Height: 4'3”

Appearance

She usually adorns shoddy robes that are stitched together by whatever she could find.

Other: Her eyes are usually half-open.

Personality

Lecretia is a very. . .Different person. She is whole-heartedly idealistic about the destruction of Stormwind, and is willing to do the most effective things to ensure the destabilization of their government. As a person, she's very theoretical; her ideas are based on theories of others than of her own. She may seem gloomy, partly because she lives in a hut next to a cemetery—and works in it, but in reality the gloom she feels is of her homeland—The blood red sky that blankets the scorched earth, which bears the blood of her people.

History

Lecretia was born in Lordaeron from one of the first squires of the Silver Hand. As an infant, she wasn't very different from the other children. However, when she grew older people had realized her ability to identify the ideas in several texts and theories faster then her peers. Because she and her family had moved around sporadically, she had to quickly harvest the information inside books before she was long gone. This also helped her find several new books that expanded her horizon in comparison to the other kids who wasted their time hitting straw bales with wooden sticks.

By Lecretia's early teenage years, she had enough knowledge of the Light to become a priestess—Not a neophyte, but the real thing. Problem was, no one could take such a small child seriously. She had previously identified the idea that her general dominance would be hindered by her lack of size, pitch of voice and gender. Although there might've been plenty of more books about theories, she became more interested in anatomy and nutrition. For a while, she only worked on general exercising and a healthy nutrition; she contributed a small part of her day to doing such tasks. In the future, she found herself splitting her time between days—One day, she would work on a subject such as psychology, and the next she would be doing all forms of exercise.

Despite Lecretia's progression into a more healthy and intelligent lifestyle, her social life had barely met the standards her community expected. She gave very little to her people and was virtually unattached from her peers. She could never have fun with friends or those of the other gender because she was too encumbered with her own objectives. Why she was separated from those around her could be answered simply; she understood the reality of her situation. The world would need more than just some dopes that believed in the Light and could swing a sword if they ever wanted to rid the evil from their lands.

Soon, it was apparent that there really wasn't a governing force except for the Scarlet Crusaders. Lecretia's father joined as if it were his duty, and she had no real choice; it's not that she was forced to join; it was just the only intelligent resolution to finding justice. However, the real reason was because her father had joined—In Lecretia's heart, she knew this was the best option for the options given, but not her preferred option. When she first was assigned to a battalion she was given no responsibility that was otherwise expected by a fool with a sword. After she proved her worth in battle, she escalated the ranks; her knowledge on the Light also impressed many members of the new community.

Lecretia was only locally known as an obvious superior and know-it-all. Her image was often rumored upon because of her lack of attention to social life. After a few years in service, her father had been killed—and to Lecretia, it meant that her shackles of staying with the “Holy Crusaders” were over. Before, it seemed sane to clear the world of the evils that plagued it; however, after she got a clearer glimpse of the situation, it was evident to her that the struggle against evil was forfeit. The only idea now was how to escape a place that's practical second purpose was to seek and destroy deserters.

After weeks of planning, her idea seemed flawless. She would go on a mission and simply become “missing in action”—In the heat of battle, after she took out her fair share, she would charge into the woods. . .And never come back. She would head to the river and construct some sort of boat to sail down the river until she met a desired destination, perhaps Southshore. There, she would start her new life. Unfortunately, the best laid out plans are usually put to impromptu measures; her teammates were actually overwhelmed with monsters, and when she seemed like she was fleeing, they cried out traitor—She went back and assisted them, and they all wanted to return to dress their wounds immediately. Lecretia, thinking sharply, insisted that they go ahead while she looked around for any stragglers; they dismissed her, knowing her reputation as a workhorse. Before she knew it, she was staring at the moon in the water.

Building a boat had not worked to her advantage; she yielded no real cutting tools, and there was no driftwood to be found. She ran out of luck when a ship came downstream and stopped not too far from her location. The crew had to drop off a few insurgents that were infected with the plague. Lecretia had little idea what sort of power she had over women-starved men, and was able to hitch a ride for a few well-said words and winks. In reality, she wasn't the prettiest, but to any seafaring man who hasn't seen a woman for a several months, she was a magnificent creature that would make their dreams come true. Unfortunately for them, she wouldn't let anyone touch her—Being trained as a Paladin; she was able to maintain that idea. When finally they reached the end of their journey, she was on Arathor territory—Stormwind, to be more exact.

Lecretia wasn't exactly warmly welcomed into the city; she had to sell most of her armour for food before she decided that the urban life wasn't working out with her—And that the government was just as evil as the criminals that lurked the alleyways. She didn't get the best glimpse of the incorruptible guards when she heard the reason why the Defias had formed. The lack of crime fighting where it grows seemed to hurt their image as well. She decided that the guards of Stormwind and their nobles were of iniquities and should be dealt with. With all due haste, she fled the city to Westfall. When she arrived, she took up the job as a coroner and gravedigger at the Sentinel Hill and began her illegal weapon trading business after taking the weapons off of corpses that were carelessly left with the bodies and a drug trade.