Luicien

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Player: Lykkespreder

Character Full name: Luicien Kel'Shar

Character in-game name: Luicien

Association(s): Sin'Sholai, Loyalist

Race: Sin'Dorei

Class: Paladin

Age: 180

Sex: Female

Hair: Black, with signs of aging such as some gray hair.

Eyes: Fel green, with a slight glow

Height: 5,6 feet

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance

Long robes, often made of silk or mageweave, in deep purple, or bright blue colours, along with a pair of shoulderpads decorated with the feathers of a hawkstrider. Her robes is usually tied together with small golden rings, and thin golden chains. She carries a black orb made of compressed dark iron, down her neck with a gold chain, working as a necklace, with the Silvermoon insignia engraved in the middle of the orb (It has no special abilities, etc) She may at times (though not often, only if she finds it necessary) wear her armor from before the destruction of the sunwell. There are two reasons she hardly ever wear it. 1: Its from before the sunwells destruction. The titanium armor is golden and blue, attained from her time training as a paladin in Lordaeron. And the armor have alot of Lordaeron insignias, with the head of a lion engraved to it, so it may wake the fury of her fellow Sin'Doreis if she chooses to wear it. 2: She is currently working as a healer for one of the noble families in Silvermoon, and therefore have no obligations to the Silvermoon army, neither is she currently in the paladin order.

Personality

Luicien is a very modest Sin'Dorei. And a patriot, with a deep love for her people, its culture and traditions, but she does allow changes of her surroundings to happen, if not, she would had joined the rebels long ago. She is kind, and modest, and is most of a listener and an advisor in different matters, and discussions, though never in politics, if that is the current subject. She is not likely to confront, or take up a subject herself, and will only rarely, defend, or attack any opinions. This is partly because she is not certain on them herself. Her days goes back from before the fel taint of Silvermoon, and she remembers it with a warm heart, but this she does not dare to tell anyone, especially not with the current government. She just does her duty, and serves as a healer for the noble family, still something inside her burns to get out. The lust to remove the fel addiction from her heart and join the rebels is big. But her fear of fel-sworn, and their leader, the regent lord of Silvermoon Rommath is bigger.

This makes her a quite nervous person, and not very reliable at times. For an example when discussing politics. If that happens, she will often leave the place in an instant, afraid to confront her beliefs with her fear.


History

Born long ago in the eversong woods, within a family of common Sin'Doreis Luicien Kel'Shar grew up. Her family had for generations been the warders of the forests, rangers, or rogues. She had a fair childhood, calm and safe, protected by her parents and the thick woods of Eversong and Ghostlands, with the peace only stirred by occasions of troll attacks from some of the Amani tribes, hiding in the mountains of Ghostlands.

Then at the age of 140 she moved to Silvermoon, to see something else, than mere bows, and trees. She lived there for nearly 20 years, working for a noble family as their servant, before she one day were involved in an accident. Under the construction of a building, one of the workers fell down 20 feet and were hurt badly by the impact of the hit of the ground. An elven paladin were near, and she watched with amaze, how he treated the bruised Sin'Dorei with his holy magic. From this point she started to admire the holy light held by these holy people, and in the end, just a year after the incident, she left the noble family, to train as a paladin in the halls of Lordaeron, serving under the dwarf Bromos Grummer. Training to become a Knight of the Silverhand. 10 years later she returned to Silvermoon with the holy knowledge of the divine, and the 3 virtues in her backpack. Then she had her living as a preacher of the light, and a guardian of Silvermoon for many years, before finally the scourge invasion came. She fought hard and valiant in the front of the gates, but as many other elves, she fell to the sword of the undead legions. Had it not been for her fellow elves, rescuing her from the giant patchwork of a abomination, she would certainly not had been alive. As she woke up on the wet grass, covered in blood, in a little camp near the borders of Quel'Thalas, she looked around, and saw with horror, how many of her fellow elven, who had fallen for the might of the scourge, alot of them dead, others screaming in the tents of the medics, and even a few turning into monstrous Undead beings from the plague, that now scoured the land in the form of the Dead Scar. She could not bear, and started to shiver and cry violently. From that day, she devoted herself to help her people. Once the rebuilding of Silvermoon started, and Kael'Thas had set out to serve his duty to the alliance, under the command of Grand Marshal Garithos, Luicien followed. She wanted to meet the scourge once more, and slay them all, as revenge for her lost friends and family.

Though she departed with Kael'Thas and his forces, before they were sent to the dungeons of Dalaran. Like Garithos she did not trust these serpent alike beings, that offered their help to prince the elven force near Dalaran, and to be frank, the hopeless fights against the Undead's near Dalaran, had drained her of spirit. She returned to Silvermoon, and helped with the rebuilding of the city, and like all other elves she began to feel the hunger for magic, as her fellow elves did. Worse was. The light seemed to leave her. The pillar of holy light within her was slowly crumbling, now that the light giving magic's of the Sunwell had perished. She started to panic, fearing to share the fate of so many other elves, who had become vile wretched, tormented and mutated by their hunger for magic. But she survived. She hated to drain on the fel magic. But she survived, and when the M'uru appeared she joined the blood knight order as well, and started to forget about the three virtues, to serve the bending of the light, as the other blood knights did. Ageing and tired, she later left the order again, and went to serve the same noble family again as she once had done, only this time as their personal healer, and preacher of the light.

During the war between the rebels and the loyalists she fled though, avoiding this political fight, in which she was not sure where to take side. After the war she returned and settled down again. The family she had been serving is now dead, and she wanders restlessly around in the streets of silvermoon, devoted to do the bidding of the 'good', and help those who are in the need of it in any way, before she looses the last of her remaining lifespan.