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Player: Geoni

Character Full Name: Nilyssae Lore’alah

Character In-Game Name: Nilyssae

Association(s): Silvermoon, The Horde, Booty Bay

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Healer

Age: 40

Sex: Female

Hair: Just as the model shows, her hair is a bright blond. It is short, and often tucked behind her ears.

Eyes: Fel green.

Weight: 119 lbs.

Height: 5’5”


Nilyssae can often be found wearing long dresses, usually silver, purple, or black in color. If not a dress, than whatever her employer at the time wants her to wear.

Other: She owns a pair of emerald earrings that were sent to her by a stranger. She wears them every day.

Skills and Abilities

Heal: She has experience in healing magic and general first aid, and often finds sick or injured people who can’t afford a doctor sitting against the walls of her home, waiting for help.

Soothe: Nilyssae has a way of healing people both physically and emotionally, and in one way or another this pushes people to not resort to violence around her. She is also very eloquent and has a way of using words to create peace or at least calm a person down.

Create: Like her mother, she spends much of her free time creating dolls in her small home. Though she cannot make them out of porcelain, she uses what she can to create presents for children who never see any.


Nilyssae is a nurturer by nature yet the amount of compassion she holds within her is unnatural. She strives for perfection and cleanliness but she lives in slums, and as a result she is always working to improve both herself and other people. The drawback of this is that she is serious most of the time and has lost a sense of humor. This doesn't mean that she doesn't understand humor. When others laugh, she puts forth the effort to smile. She considers most people to be her friend, but her relationship with those people is more along the lines of caregiver and the given. Due to this, she has lost a sense of what friendship means, and often creates a false illusion for herself that she is in a friendship with another person.

Cautious, she always surveys the situation before saying anything or taking an action. She has chosen eloquence as her weapon and sharpens her blade before striking anyone with it, and that means that she always thinks about something before she says it. She doesn't get angry often, but when she does, it will be noticed. Nilyssae, overall, is a peaceful person who regards everyone on equal grounds. Thus, she isn't particularly racist towards anyone of any race.


40 years ago, in a quiet household, identical twins Nilyssae and Alyssae were born. Their father was a store owner and their mother was a doll maker who crafted and displayed them in the shop window. This shop window was wide and clear, a window that anybody could stroll by and gaze through to see the woman making her dolls at the table or kiln. It is an image that remains crisp and clear in Nilyssae’s memory, one of the strongest that she can recall at present day. This is where she spent her childhood, she and her sister watching as other children, most of them of nobility, hassled their parents into buying them one of the dolls. Nilyssae and Alyssae weren’t allowed to have any of these dolls, and instead the busy mother made their dolls from wood. Even these wooden dolls were beautiful and polished like their porcelain counterparts.

At the age of ten, Nilyssae and Alyssae had begun to learn the forms of art that their mother had mastered over the decades she took to perfect them. Alyssae was keen on using the kiln and enjoyed shaping and filling the molds with clay, so she took up the art form of creating unique facial molds for the dolls. Nilyssae learned to paint china, though at that time she usually kept to vases and plates, as her mother told her that she wasn’t ready to paint the dolls just yet. She became jealous of Alyssae, who happily shaped molds for her mother, with the occasional modification by the master. Nilyssae was jealous because while her sister could help create the dolls that would be displayed; she herself had to settle with painting dinnerware that would be sold on the other side of her father’s shop. However, as a twin, she could sense that something was wrong with Alyssae. Yet, her twin-like detection could do nothing about it. Alyssae had been hiding an illness that was causing her a lot of internal pain, escaping into her bedroom to scream into her pillow when it hurt her too much. It was a number of large kidney stones, small pebbles of calcium that scraped against the young girl’s nerves and eventually led to failures of both of her kidneys. As a result, she died in pain and silence. In the end, the entire family knew what she was going through but could do little about it, and had to stand by and watch as she screamed herself into an agonizing death.

Nilyssae felt as if a part of her died that day as well; it was as if something about her twin sister’s loss of existence tore and scraped away the DNA they once shared. She always felt close to her sister, as if she were her other half. Her way of coping with Alyssae’s death was to stare into a mirror for hours on end, thinking that eventually she could speak with her sister through the visage in the reflection. Eventually, as Nilyssae bloomed into a woman, she learned to cope through the profession of a doll maker. Just as the death affected Nilyssae, it devastated her parents as well. Their relationship never recovered after the death of their daughter. Her father became quiet and aloof, and her mother became intense and overly invested in her creations. Nilyssae herself was thrown into a state of mania when it came to the creation of a doll, and this was due to the overbearing demands that came from her mother when she was being trained. For the twenty years that followed Alyssae’s death, this is the way things were for what remained of this family.

Then, the Third War came. The western side of Silvermoon City was attacked by the Scourge when Nilyssae was running some rushed and panicked errands on the eastern side. Her parents were inside of their shop when they were killed, yet everything was left intact. She would never see the shop again. To this day, the dolls exist to themselves behind a large and dust-covered window, staring out into the empty ruins. After the loss of her family and her home, Nilyssae couldn’t bare living in what was left of the city. She decided to take up the profession of healer, and after a year of training she enlisted as a medic. Unlike the empty dolls of porcelain that she was used to working with, people were the opposite, full of flesh and organs stacked together in what seemed like a disorganized fashion, especially when the abdomen had been slashed open. Eventually, the horrors of war became too much for Nilyssae to handle. Even if she felt that lives wouldn’t be saved if she abandoned her position as medic and therapist to the wounded, she felt that her own mental health was at risk and had to shed that responsibility.

When she quit her job, she was dropped off at the next port that her ship would arrive to, which would be Booty Bay. She was homeless, and because she was, she lived within the shanties deep within the port, where the poorest of the poor lived. Eventually, she would find the strength within herself to build her own home among the shanties. She used slabs of stone that nobody was using to create the walls and made colorful windows out of broken bottles. To this day, she has been hopping around from one odd job to another while living out of the small home that she made for herself. She wants to move to a nicer place where she can have a kiln and resume work as a doll maker, but she sacrifices her time helping those around her who are worse off, which are most of the people in that area of Booty Bay. It is because of these endeavors of hers that her house has never been sacked or vandalized by any of the criminal types in the area. If anything were to illustrate the beacon of light that Nilyssae is to those around her, it would be the fact that every other night, she comes home to somebody waiting to talk to her about their problems through sessions of makeshift therapy in exchange for taking turns looking after and feeding the many stray cats and dogs that she has taken in.