Tiffany

Information

Player: Krilari

Character Full Name: Tiffany Rose Altair

Character In-Game Name: Tiffany

Nickname(s): ‘Tiff’, ‘Meatbag’

Association(s): Dalaran, Kirin’tor,

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Age: Twenty-one

Sex: Female

Hair: Well-tended strands of silky black hair that streak down in a soaked style.

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 145Lbs

Height: 5'8"

Appearance

A woman that had been gifted by youth, Tiffany had been granted a naturally curvaceous form to accompany her dark skin tone. Her skin, smooth and supple, is guarded by layers of ornamental robes. The threads are composed of strands of purple and gold, forming elegant patterns which she flaunts near constantly. Beyond her robes, the woman carries few personal affects, the most heavy of her burden being a backpack to carry the mage’s myriad of reagents and supplies. As for a choice of weapon, the woman carries a metal wand that had been enchanted by the hands of her father. In the hand’s twin, she comes to bear her spellbook, which appears ragged and uneven with various notes shoved in at random.

Personality

Bound with youth and inexperiance, Tiffany comes upon any situation with an ignorant bliss. She meets opposition with enthusiasm and anxiety all the same. It has grown customary for many questions to surround the young adult as to the nature of her titanic counterpart. Ultimately between the tormenting comments and the idle death threats, Tffany had a further worsening sense of self-worth though it all seems well masked by her outward appearance.

When faced with the question of other races, she seems to have no tangible boundaries between the two factions. For a majority of her life she had dealt with the Humans and the Quel’dorei, and had hence learned of no reason as to not accept the other races with open arms.

History

Born a fine daughter of Dalaran, the young Tiffany would be blessed to come into a fine family of mages. He father, Tirus Altair, was a man far superior in mentality than he was in physical fitness who often occupied himself with the musings of enchanting. On the opposing hand her mother, Courtney Altair, was herself an accomplished battle-mage that had settled for a more peaceful life off of the battlefield. The days of her infancy were easily the most entertaining, her inexperienced eyes looking onto the show of enchanted toys and trinkets with an unrivaled awe.

As she grew, the child would come to be as free a spirit as any of Dalarans budding mages. Often enough she would bound out upon the streets, happily playing ball with the other human and Quel’dorei children that called Dalaran their home. At the proper age, the young Tiffany would be granted her fist toy of a wand along with a small spellbook before being sent off to schooling. While it wouldn’t be for another few years that the child learned anything about the Arcane, she still waiting on those days with unbridled eagerness.

At the age of ten those days would finally come, the girl finally pressing on to learn about the core basics of Arcane and its use. Tirus would look on, watching his child grow with a glint of pride in his eyes... However it would be in the coming years that such would fade.

The kingdom of Dalaran had been more or less excluded from the major conflicts of the times, simply going about on its continuous research in order to gain more knowledge, however such would prove to be its downfall. The City proper, being almost the key source of magical knowledge in all of Azeroth, was besieged upon by Arthas and the vile Scourge that he commanded. A devastating blow was dealt to the kingdom’s morale as their banners were burned and their town destroyed by Demons and Undead all alike. A blight of death and destruction swept across the city, choking the very air with the smoke of burning mortar.

In the worry of it all the young Tiffany, a child now only of twelve years, managed to find comfort in the hold of her mother’s and father’s arms. While Courtney kept the door well-guarded, protecting it with a hold of magic, Tirus found a fitting portal to whisk the family away, bringing them out to a small town in the midst of the countryside. The rolling hills had a godly calm draping over them, standing at opposing ends to the vicious destruction seen only moments before.

Where the family saw their home destroied, they were not to people to keep it that way. The Altair family, along with many of the other Kirin Tor members, began to fill the city yet again. With ruthless efficiency, the city’s mages cast away their undead brothers and began to bring their city back to it’s previous glory. In the midst of it all, the teen-aged Tiffany found her schooling not in a formal classroom but instead what lesions could be passed by her increasingly-occupied parents. Ultimately life within the massive purple shell would become a normal for the young girl, whose tastes had familiarized themselves with the constant draft of fresh mortar that wafted through the re-constructed city.

Once more, years would pass with peace unending. The teen-aged magi soon growing into a flourishing adulthood, though even then her schooling would not come to pass. Now enrolled into classes that more deeply called upon the Arcane and its powers, her obsession had come to proving herself the best of all her peers... which has lead to disastrous results.

In a secret outing to the nearby Storm Peaks, the novice magi trekked out to a mysterious tomb of Titan technology, eventually coming upon one of the massive stone guardians that inhabited its depths. With a flock of bats and a miscasted spell, the titanic construct came alive with a set of pale blue eyes and a crushing anger to match them. Yet even so, the construct could not come to harm the girl that had recently enchanted her, instead trapped by the spell’s bindings to perform her will.

Now the novice mage goes about with the construct by her side, the young woman passing from spellbook to spellbook in order to reverse the fate she had brought upon the unfortunate golem.

Skills and Abilities

A Mistake: Indubitably a young and eager magus, Tiffany had gone out to the depths of the Storm Peaks in search of something that would shut her nagging peers up on who really is the best mage in their class. While the woman went and found what she was looking for, the spell she cast to awaken it was accidentally disrupted with what could be considered disastrous results. Now to this day, the sentient construct follows the magus around, constantly reminding her of her failure of a spell as well as her failure to be able to reverse its effects. In the mean time she comes to call the construct ‘Lorn’ as she attempts to go about her normal studies.