Visilithria

Information

Player: ManDudely

Character Full Name: Visilithria Sunrunner

Character In-Game Name: Visilithria

Nickname(s): Visi, Ria, 'Bloodrunner'

Association(s): Silvermoon

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Rogue

Age: 121

Sex: Female

Hair: Blonde, ponytail

Eyes: 'Fel' Green

Weight: 105lbs

Height: 5'7"

Appearance

Visilithria is a chameleon when it comes to clothes. She will wear whatever is generally accepted amongst the populace she is integrated in. Having not yet left Silvermoon, this will manifest in clothing of dazzling reds and yellows, as per Blood Elf custom. Were she to displace elsewhere, she'd dress to fit in, rather than wear clothing that would draw attention to herself. When the time is right, she dons her hood and dark leathers, and goes prowling in the night.

Personality

Visilithria is a cunning Elf. Intelligent, but emotionally detached. Daily interactions will encounter only her facade, a polite but none too outstanding Elf. She lives this lie to defer possible attention, preferring to be as unimpressive and forgettable as she can. The circumstances of her upbringing have left her somewhat broken, somewhere inside. Sociopathic to the core, she silently enjoys her freedom from moral doubt. She knows what is 'right' and what is 'wrong', but that doesn't mean she is above acting outside the law. She knows she will not be tormented by guilt like most others.

However, the freedom of -what- to do only recently became her choice to make, and she found safety in focusing on her survival. But as she wanders the streets of Silvermoon showing passerbys only her 'mask', she knows it is because she is not really like the rest of them. If they knew the true her, she'd be executed. Visilithria will often act publicly like she is a mere alchemist, when really, the alchemy is but a side profession that has provided ingenious solutions to her 'problems', as well as acting as a seemingly innocent cover.

History

Born in Silvermoon, daughter to a proud and noble Farstrider father, and a wise magi mother, raised in times of secluded peace. Her parents noticed, from a young age, she exhibited some strange behaviours; she was abnormally quiet and reserved for a child, and now and then her parents would find her harassing some animal or other, naively unaware of her cruelty. Her mother would nurture and ensure the development of a keen mind, and try to appeal to Visi on an emotional level. This rarely worked with the odd, young elf. Her father however, spoke of concepts and abstractions, backed up with logic and reason, thus Visilithria took to the teachings of her father moreso than her mother. She spent time both within the mighty walls of Silvermoon and outside, roaming the Eversong Woods with her father, where they would play 'games'. These games were more like training exercises, cunningly devised by her father to sharpen her skills of stealth, awareness and survival. Her father would tell her of the natural world, of the useful plants in abundance all around, and her mother would teach her ways of utilizing these plants in alchemical studies.

The years passed and Visilithria grew from a child to a youth, her skills honed and her dark nature somewhat reigned in through her fathers teachings. She came to understand that, though she was at ease with inflicting pain, harm and loss to others, such cruelty should not be indulged, because such actions do not contribute to a healthy society. She took to heart her fathers notions of right and wrong, even if they did not strictly apply to her. Solitary and unsocial by nature, she found the social habits of the regular Blood Elf not exactly to her fancy. She did don the 'disguises' and at least acted like she were a 'normal' young Elf, though this was not often as she much preferred to remain in isolation where she could practice her skills, tend her plants and tinker with alchemical concoctions.

She envisioned joining the Farstriders when she was old enough, riding the tails of her fathers reputataion and standing within the faction, as well as her own considerable talents at stealth, archery and bladework... but the fates had a different plan. Arthas marched on the grand city and forever shattered the Elven people under the inexorable might of the Scourge. She survived only by fleeing and hiding from the mindless masses, not stopping to engage a force that would instantly overwhelm her. Her parents however, were not so fortunate. They were called to action to defend their homeland, by sword and cunning, bow and magic... and were slain trying, overwhelmed in battle and consumed by the shambling undead horde.

In a grim, post-Arthas Silvermoon, Visilithria was taken into the care of a surviving magister. Visilithria had never relied too much on magic in the past but, like all Blood Elves, she suffered the symptoms of magical addiction. She felt empty, devoid of the previously ever-present empowerment of the Sunwell that she had lived with and taken for granted all her life. The magister who had adopted her would guide her in dealing with the addiction, in return for service, and certain... favours.

The magister was a politically shrewd Elf, and scrambling for power in the ruined city. When he discovered Visilithrias talents, she proved most useful to his agenda when kept in check by careful management and manipulation of her addiction. He found she was morally broken, young and impressionable, talented, but best of all subtle and discreet. He molded her twisted mind to his own ends, weaponising the girl and funding 'special training' resources, as well as building upon her foundations of deception, that she might better blend in with the surviving populace. Who knew better about maintaining false appearances than a corrupt magister?

The tasks, the lessons, they are all tales for another time.

It was shortly after the re-ignition of the Sunwell that this magister was found face first in his supper, after seemingly suffering from a cardiac arrest. His charge, now old enough to support herself, finds the endless possibilities of freedom to be exciting, and dizzying. Little to nothing excited her in the city anymore, all beside stalking a mark. Her discovered sense of freedom ushers in a desire to expand her horizons, and so we shall see where the shadows take her...