Mahvle

Information

Player: Laarune

Character Full Name: Missy Mahvle Dev'rao.

Character In-Game Name: Mahvle

Nickname(s): Miss Mahvle.

Association(s): Old contacts within the Kirin Tor, Strong ties to the Magi of Dalaran.

Race: Human.

Class: Mage

Age: 45.

Sex: Female.

Hair: Raven Black, shoulder-blade length, with a feather-like value to it. Well cared for.

Eyes: Blood Red.

Weight: About 130lbs.

Height: 5'6

Alignment: Neutral.

Appearance

Most often, she is garbed in her black and orange Robes, with a large over sized hood that nearly complely hides her face, excluding her lips.

Personality

Cold, Calculating, and possibly even Cruel. Whatever has made this woman so enraged has left quite a deep mark, as shows by how almost every question is answered by a sarcasm coated response, and anything she does is in great hesitance, and just enough annoyance. Few things make this woman happy, and it most certainly is made apparent. The few times she does have a smile or something other than a frown on her face, you can count that it's something that lies close to her heart.

Other: She always seems angry about something.. Besides that, she has an enormous amount of Mana reserves, allowing her to expend large amounts before she starts to become tired. This comes from years upon years of training and Mastery as a Magistrix of Dalaran.

History

Missy Mahvle was originally born into a small family, simply her, her mother, and father. At the time she was born, the world had already been plunged into turmoil, at which time she had been urged to take up studies as a Magistrix. Young Missy was quite adept at her studies, and often mastered them before the other pupils of her assigned classes. An extraordinary learner, with a vast curiosity and capacity for holding knowledge.

When the urgent threat of numerous encroaching forces arrived, she had just entered Teen-ager-hood. She had her own personal mentor, and under his aid, left Dalaran to study abroad. Travel the world, explore places that needed exploring.. Her Mentor, however, being close to her own age, had become her husband before too long, about 4 years later. Together, they explored the world while it was still young, and expanded their magical abilities to amazing heights.

They had both planned on becoming War-Magi for the defense council of Dalaran. But Missy's husband, Aeaon, eventually turned his sights upon the promising work of a Mercenary.

"Think of it, Missy! The relics we'll find while traveling with these guys, the money we'll make! We'll be rich beyond our imagination, and then we'll be able to settle down somewhere.. Just the two of us."

True, this offer was a promising aspect. Travel with <The Stonespire Syndicate>, preform able tasks for gold? Mahvle was tempted, but had eventually declined, begging Aeaon to leave. Abandon his quest for dark founded intentions, and settle down with her with what little gold they had.

It was far too late. Aeaon was blinded by greed, and lost sight of what was truly important. He had not a care for Mahvle's pleadings, and he had made the decision to put his talents to poor use within the Stonespire Syndicate. The highly advance Magistrix was left alone.. She waited for him, for years.

3 years later, a mysterious message in a Stone-colored envelope arrived at her small cottage.

Aeaon was dead.

A cold heart formed within the woman, it hardened a protective shell of sorrow and anger, and most of all, regret. Gathering up her belongings, she took her talents with her after burning her home to the ground, and engaged her life into the world of a Hermit. She now sought to find something to fill her life now, whatever it may be. For a short time she had tutored a bright young mage, Samantha, but that even did not help to fill the empty spot any.