Vianna

Information

Player: Etmosril

Character Full Name: Vianna Dovecall.

Character In-Game Name: Vianna

Nickname(s): Vi.

Association(s): Farstriders (formerly), now Shattrath/the Sha'tar, Lower City, and the remaining Sons of Lothar.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Hunter.

Age: 170

Sex: Female

Hair: Black and long. Often windswept, rarely combed.

Eyes: Fel green.

Weight: 109 lbs.

Height: 5'8.

Appearance

She has a few favorite sets of hunter's leathers, both of which are worn and softened with age. It's common for her to wear an unstrung bow and a quiver of arrows across her back at all times. She fairly bristles with belt-knives, and has a light sword for mid-range combat.

Other: Vianna's very light, sinewy build and calloused hands mark her as a Farstrider for those with the experience to notice. Lots of sun exposure has darkened her normally pale skin several shades, and left a few freckles dotted over it.

She's got a dark green tattoo on her right shoulder blade. It's an abstract design which looks like vines.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Vianna possesses a spitfire way with words and a tendency to poke fun at things. She talks almost constantly as long as she's amongst company. It's her favorite entertainment. She's also quite sensitive towards the feelings of others. She'd rather discuss mild topics and make silly remarks than say anything which might be misconstrued as offensive or hurtful. Around friends, her personality has far more variation. She's free to act as she likes - which either entails an impish and slightly perverted demeanor, or (more rarely) a state of solemn contemplation. The latter is silent.

She's not much of a military person. A twenty-year stint in the wilds has left her with a strength in single-person guerrilla warfare, and clueless about anything on a larger scale. Having said that, she's got a good sense about where and when she's needed on a battlefield. Dramatic entries are not optional.

She loves routines and small, self-enforced traditions. Her life doesn't allow for many comforts or much time in one place, so those are her way of keeping a sense of security. Little things like eating at regular times, and setting up camps a certain way every evening matter a lot to her. She's capable of straying from those guidelines when needed, but she gets grumpy when expected to do so regularly. Her most recent tradition is waking at a certain time each morning, and meditating around 'sunrise' before her tea and breakfast.

For someone whose 'home base' is in Shattrath, she's oddly unaffected by Naaru. She believes that they're good, and that they're helping with the larger-scale problems that mortals have no effect on - but she's a decidedly nonspiritual person. As far as she's concerned, the duty of mortals is to care for other mortals and leave the divine to its own affairs. She takes an active part in the former. She's a proponent of Shattrath and all it stands for, particularly in aiding Lower City. It's most common for her to use her talents as a ranger to find resources, and establish their best possible use, but she's just as willing to run errands, help in reconstruction, drum up trade, or even ease diplomacy.

Vianna's opinions on the races of Azeroth are to be expected. She dislikes most of the Alliance, save Dwarves and Draenei. The Horde doesn't fare much better. She's hostile to Trolls for obvious reasons, and thinks that Forsaken should have died once and -stayed- dead. She likes Tauren a lot, but they don't exactly like her back. Her perspective on interracial pairings and children is very vehement. She doesn't like them, doesn't approve of them, and can be relied on to make snarky jokes about how all male humans look for elven women as mates. Turalyon, Alleria, and the Windrunner family in general usually turns up for special mention.

History

Vianna was born into Silvermoon as the only daughter amongst three children. Her parents were a Quel'dorei supremacist's dream: a respected mage for a mother and an unsettlingly eloquent spokesman for a father. Lacking in parental attention, the three children were like puppies in a basket - playing together, arguing, trading secrets, and sometimes even fighting amongst themselves. It wasn't long before their parents were sending them off regularly to the Farstriders for physical training just to preserve their sanity.

Although they grew apart and her brothers began showing more interest in the family professions, Vianna remained steadfastly favoring the Farstriders. They were different from the elves in Silvermoon. Wilder, less complicated, with fewer inhibitions. She fit in well with them. When she was given an ultimatum by her parents, she severed ties with her old life and never looked back. She was a sheltered girl who didn't know how to manage finances, pay taxes, or even arrange for a decent place to live. She relied on her work to provide, and cobbled together the rest by trial and error. Mostly error.

In the years that followed, Vianna was outclassed in almost every way possible. The people she worked alongside were older, stronger, more talented, and more experienced. But adversity led to competence, no matter how slow the process. Her mental and physical growth towards being an adult were matched by her growing skills in survival, archery, and tracking. By the time she'd finished, she was well beyond being merely competent.

She left Quel'thalas at the beginning of the Second War, along with the few elves who had responded to the call for aid. To her surprise and delight, she found she actually enjoyed traveling. Her ridiculously high spirits (specifically, her ways of showing them) amused humans and elves alike. Amongst them was one Thaura Shatterstar, whom she soon befriended. As the war progressed, and they often ended up in other locations, there seemed to be an element of luck to their rare encounters.

The two weathered it all. No matter how many times one or the other was injured or stationed elsewhere, they lived through it along with a handful of other dedicated elves. Amusingly enough, while Vianna and Thaura both fought through the Assault on Blackrock Spire, and the Battle of the Dark Portal, they each remained unaware of the other's participation. At least until they had the time to meet and compare stories.

Vianna had become too accustomed to war and travel over the years. Rather than take an opportunity to return to Quel'thalas and a calm(er) existence, she chose to join the Alliance Expedition to Draenor. Or maybe she just wanted to keep fighting alongside Thaura. Whatever the reason, she was amazed by the new world. Her expertise as a ranger was put to good use in the alien environment: at first, she scouted, 'experimented' with the local flora and fauna, and reported in anything useful. She later joined in as the battles escalated.

Though they managed to close off the Dark Portal, it was amidst the destruction of Draenor. Vianna was lost when the planet ripped apart. To her surprise, she survived - and to her knowledge, she was the only one who had. She resigned herself to a lifetime exploring the remnants of the planet and seeking out any possible means of escape.

Twenty years passed between when she witnessed the destruction of a planet, and when she set foot in Shattrath. She alone knows what she saw and did in those years, and for what reasons she stayed away.