Lona

Information

Player: dragonmad.

Character Full Name: Lona Lunaraxe.

Character In-Game Name: Lona.

Nickname(s): N/A.

Association(s): The Wildhammer Clan, The Alliance.

Race: Dwarf.

Class: Paladin.

Age: 51.

Sex: Female.

Hair: Brown, cut to about chin-length with a pair of braided sections framing her face.

Eyes: Green.

Weight: 137 lbs.

Height: 4' 5".

Usual Garments/Armor: Aside from whatever comprises her current armor, she wears a series of silver or white feathers woven into her hair.

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Personality

Lona is loud, boisterous, really, whenever joyous. She'll happily tell you what she wants, when she wants it, why she wants it and anything else, but usually only if you're another Dwarf. In relation to humans, she may be a bit more open than she is with most other races, but even then she'll often remain quiet unless spoken to, at which time she adopts a very friendly demeanor.

Lona is kind, caring and perhaps a bit overprotective of those closest to her. She has a tenancy to step in on fights that aren't really hers, and only on the side of those she favors, even if that conflict was caused by said person, and said person truly deserves whatever consequences are coming to them for it.

In relation to the Horde, Lona actually has no personal issues. She's truly just as likely to hate an Orc as she is to hate a human. Trolls are the only Horde-species she truly dislikes, and even then it's an impersonal hatred, carried for years by lineage and stories of how all Trolls are vicious and evil. Should this be disproven, she may be just as jovial as ever, offering to share from her waterskin or stores of food.

History

Lona's story began nearly five decades in the past, born on a rainy evening of no true importance to a pair of parents who were little more than a gatherer and a woodcarver, in a village just miles away from the main Aerie Peak settlement. She then waited three months, and her birth was celebrated with every other Wildhammer child of her year, all fifty-nine in a single festival. She was named for a family member of several generations past, a gryphon rider of great honor in the War of the Three Hammers.

Lona grew, and by age twenty-five it became woefully apparent that she was not to follow her namesake. She could ride a gryphon just as any of her people could (well, as any other Wildhammer youths could), but she lacked the skill or the desire to truly be a warrior of the skies, always clumsy and nervous in the air. She still tended the gryphons very well, but she was not a rider, at least not in her own mind. Instead she followed the path of axe, rather than that of hammer, always curious as to what the hunters were bringing into her village.

She soon began to accompany them off, carrying the tinderboxes and bedrolls on longer journeys, fetching missed arrows and thrown axes and knives and otherwise not doing any serious work until her late thirties. In this time she matured, growing into a strong, stout example of a proper Wildhammer woman.

She would show, while not a natural proficiency with an axe, enough potential to become quite skilled with practice, which she applied vigorously. Each year she grew stronger, her swipes grew more dangerous and on her thirty-eighth year she even felled a bear with one swing. (This is an exaggeration she tells. In truth the bear was already subdued with several nets, she simply removed the head.)

On the twenty-fifth year of her life Lona received the axe belonging to her namesake, and the only valuable possession belonging to her line. It was a somber exchange, and one of the defining moments of Lona's life. The axe, in and of itself, was and still is not anything special, simply a memento of an ancestor.

The weeks that followed had Lona growing more and more anxious. The valleys surrounding Aerie Peak, while mostly safe, were beginning to feel too small. More and more traders passing through--talking of wars she'd never participated in and lands she'd never seen--were breaking the dam of wanderlust. She wanted to see these lands, meet these creatures, and apply her axe to the enemies that threatened not just her clan, but the clans of others, the lives of the world. Sure, she could fell a bear, but what good was it if this "Horde" could wipe out entire cities with their beasts of death?

Lona had to see the world, she had to know where she fit into it. She set off, determined to amass enough experiences to live up to her namesake, if not just the artifact she'd been granted. So she struck out on her own after consulting with an elder. With no gryphon of her own, she'd travel on foot. She arrived at Stratholme on a day coincidental with accepting new Paladins, perhaps by chance but perhaps by destiny's intervention.

She was intrigued. The Light was something most Wildhammers have heard of, but it hadn't been a religion for them. Lona was lost, though. She'd been drifting and this school of thought meshed with her desires. There was something in this, something that felt right, that felt just and true.

It happened sooner than later, the lunaraxe tasted Orcish blood defending Azeroth. She'd battle onward with the Knights of the Silver Hand, wielding Light and fury and all elements of her being to protect more than her clan, more than her mountains, but the whole of what she knew as home.

After the Second War ended, she took on a squire, trained after her own wisdom and strength, and soon after that squire became a proper Paladin in their own right. Times were good, and Lona knew her place in the world.

The Third War changed that, but only just. She fought across Lordaeron and fled that when it was lost, when her order was disbanded. She then fought across Kalimdor anyway, standing on the mountain of Hyjal to battle demons and undead and any who threatened the world she so loved with all her heart.

Outland and Northrend were similar battles fought to their finish, doing anything she could to aid in the defeat of Kael'thas and the Lich King respectively. She was present at the Sunwell, and at Icecrown's siege, and now she travels alone, doing whatever she may to try to ensure the whole of Azeroth is as safe as her home at Aerie Peak.