Saddie

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Player: HownDoog

Character Full Name: Sadora "Saddie" LightShard

Character In-Game Name: Saddie

Nickname(s): ...Saddie

Association(s): Those she can trust

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Warlock

Age: 119

Sex: Female

Hair: MidNight Black.

Eyes: Her eyes glow abnormally bright green due to her large fel addiction.

Weight: 135 pounds.

Height: 5'6

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: She is adorned in decent robes, dresses and jewelry.

Other: Saddie's skin is plagued by a myriad of scars up and down her arms and legs. Some are merely thin lines, while others are deep pits down her flesh. These scars are discolored and are accompanied by black spidery veins that lace her legs. Her eyes are also underlined by dark circles lining the soft skin under her eyes. Saddie also has many twitches and nervous habits due to her addiction.

Alignment: Neutral

Personality

Due to so much corruption as a young age, Saddie's mind has become a labyrinth. She is often displays child-like behavior, making her seem harmless and vulnerable. Though, when a certain path is taken within her mind, one will find the ferocious minotaur she can become. Though her normal speaking is quieter than most, her unique thoughts and opinions are sure to be heard. The twists and turns that become her thought process are viewed as strange by most. She shows very little understanding for the laws, rules, and social codes she is subject to. Preferring to remain her own person, Saddie is never afraid to remain unique.

History

A black-haired guard smiled upon the blonde mother and her child. The dark-haired girl waved to her father standing watch and looked back to the mother. She was planting new flowers within the garden and had brought Saddie along. Another guard came and took watch, freeing Saddie's father from his job. He placed his weapon and shield onto the soft grass and heaved the small child over his shoulder. Her laugh echoed as her spun her around in circles. The mother smiled softly and picked up her husband's things, following behind the beaming two.

Time brought years and inches to the small child, showing promise of a happy and beautiful future. Her will and heart grew stronger, something not unnoticed by the all that watched her...something not unnoticed by the worst that watched her.

Saddie was eating an apple as her mind deciphered shapes from the clouds overhead. A shadow was cast over her, a hooded figure which stayed unnervingly close. He spoke words which wove themselves through her ear and around her mind, promises of power and pride. Determined to become something magnificent, Saddie was grabbed by the claws of his words. The still young child followed him beyond the walls of the city.

Darkness encased her mind the majority of the time. Saddie's blood would run thin of the fel magic within her veins long enough for her to catch flashes of what was around her. The nightmare would display the hooded man amongst others slicing into her peach skin, drawing the nectar that was her own blood. Her desire to struggle against the chains that bound her was broken, along with the once strong spirit she hosted. Her pink lips had become stained red with the demon blood they fed her. She only found sanctuary within the untouched crannies of her mind.

The SunWell had fallen.

These were the words that slithered into Saddie's ear as the blades began to peel her flesh. The once thin cuts the daggers left, now became rows of sliced flesh; the thirst for magic could only be quenched with larger sacrifices of the flesh. The hooded men became more crazed, eventually turning to Saddie to take more from her than just her flesh. She had lost the last shards of her childhood.

The men slept after a night of fel binging. Saddie sat up, her starved wrists sliding from the chains that bound her. She stood shakily, her fresh wounds crying blood onto the floor, crying for the child who'd lost the ability to feel physical pain. Her dirty hands clasped around a crude, stone dagger that had been the one that bit her flesh the night before. The fire cast her shadow over the now un-hooded figure, dagger raised. The flickering light danced and laughed over the bleeding man; it waved goodbye to the thin girl that walked from the room.

Saddie sat outside of her old home. She donned a robe given to her by a pitying merchant. She stood and slowly walked through the town. The places that once held her parents were now filled by others; the city easily replaced a gardener and guard. Her parents had disappeared along with her childhood. Saddie sat down, biting her fingernails. Her eyes darted over the citizens and buildings, looking for a new source of fel.

Years passed as Saddie shed her trauma. She lived her years in Dalaran studying with the local florists in methods of flower growing and manipulation. Now mostly clean of fel, Saddie has begun to explore the possibility of her own business.