Lilac

Information

Player: AuroraPhoenix44

Character Full Name: Lilac

Character In-Game Name: Lilac

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): The Alliance, The Exodar

Race: Draenei

Class: Warrior

Age: 4,000

Sex: Female

Hair: White

Eyes: Completely white, glowing (aka. how they look in game)

Weight: 220 lb.

Height: 7' 3"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Generally in mail or plate armor, rarely takes it off. On the rare occasion she does, she simply grabs whatever by be available at that particular moment in time.

Personality

Alignment:

Having nothing else but her sword and shield, she lives every day as if it where her last. Fully expecting to die with each breath she takes. Life is something very precious to her, if not her own but those she grows to care for, defending them tooth and nail even giving her own life if it is for protecting theirs. Cold as steel and quick as lightning, her usual demeanor resembles her fighting style very closely.

Background

I was barely able to hold a practice sword when the ship was attacked for the first time, or at least the first time that I can remember. It was then that we lost my mother; she had gone ahead of the warriors and paladins trying to fight back our lost brethren. Father, brother and I took to the ship only after seeing her fall at the hands of one of the enemy's warlocks.

I had already had five hundred years of training on my brother before he was deemed ready to wield a sword. It was only then that we discovered neither of us was to be blessed by the Naaru. I took the path of the warrior and my brother became a hunter. We as time passed became as one, we where never more than a few meters away from each other.

Yet as time passed I could begin to see something dark within his eyes, I could never understand that look in his eyes. Father had taken to the virtual solitude of the Naaru's chambers once we were old enough to fend for ourselves. That only made that dark look in Leroic's eyes even more apparent. It wasn't long after that he made me even more unsuitable for males than I already was. Not even more than a thousand years of training helped me then...

This apparent bliss wouldn't last long however, shortly after we landed on our new home of Draenor I would loose even more. Scores of my friends, of my family fell before me as the corrupt orcs attacked us wave after wave they came and where struck down by us but so where we. Our numbers were not as great as theirs. Leroic with his new companion took to the front lines and so did I, yet in the confusion I still do not know where he is to this day.

For our struggles we only had one reward, exile yet again from our homes. As we fled we had little peace, the dust from our battles barely settled when yet again we where uprooted by the fair skinned long ears. Fighting yet again, staining my hands with even more blood we fled again.

Plummeting to the ground.....we yet again had nothing... some where along the way... I noticed among the fiery remnants of the ship... all I had ever held close to my heart was... Gone.