Willow Bladesong

Information

Player: Sunday12321

Character Full Name: Willow Bladesong

Character In-Game Name: Willow

Nickname(s): Any nickname regarding the fact she's short. Willi.

ssociation(s): Steamwheedle Cartel (Formerly: Alliance; Darnassus; The Sentinels, The Temple of The Moon)

Race: Kaldorei [aka Night Elf]

Class: Rogue

Age: 2568

Sex: Female

Hair: Long, White.

Eyes: Silvery white

Weight: 85kg

Height: 1.80m

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: She wears blue robes, with a blue cloak that wraps her around the epaulets, to hide her hands. She also uses her hood to hide the ears and hair, but that's only if she's not in the forests.

Other: Under the cloak, she hides her two blades, which she will -never- remove, and her two arms are also tattooed, as is her face, just markings common among sentinels.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful-Neutral

Willow is the kind of person that will always try and help out, even to a complete stranger, simply out of the hope to gain a friend.

She is a very friendly and lively person, and she is somewhat hyperactive.

She's hot-headed, and will get into trouble rather easily. She is rather sensitive, especially regarding her height, and she is against racism, but still somewhat sexist against the male population everywhere, especially those of her own kind. She may appear needy sometimes, and just ever-so-lightly immature, but need be, she is a mature and trust-worthy person

History

There's always the short one. Someone has to be the little kid who never grew as tall as others. And the little kid, this time, is Willow.

Willow was always the short one, but it never stopped her. What she lacked in height, she had in agility.

With her mother a weapon-smith, and her father a Druid, Willow was raised mainly with the other kids, just like in a pack, but her mother taught her the secrets of the anvil and of the furnace, and when little Willow reached of sufficient age, and a little more to be of sufficient size, her mother taught her all she knows about the art, and they both worked together.

Willow worked hard to satisfy her mother, and only once in a couple of centuries, did her father come back, and he was always happy at how his daughter became a strong and healthy woman, even though she was short.

Willow had her eye, already, on a certain male of the community, he was not a druid, but she liked him. He didn't seem to care. One Lunar Festival she came up to him and tried to come closer. He smiled at her and patted her head, calling her a little girl. A week after that, Willow decided she is going to be a sentinel.

Her mother supported her, gave her a set of blades which she keeps to this very day, and sent her off on her long journey to Winterspring, where she would learn from one of the other women her mother knew moved there recently.

Willow was already used to be raised by other females, but what she wasn't used to was living on her own expense. For the first months, there was no co-operation within the team, and the captain nearly gave up on them. One day there was a situation in southern Winterspring, where the demons were usually kept at bay. Willow and her team were sent along others, and fought bravely against yet another demonic assault. Perhaps to Tyrande and Malfurion it didn't matter who exactly helped the situation. But to Willow it did.

Willow trained with her blades day and night, which caused from time to time rather severe injuries. But eventually, Willow prevailed, and learned to master those two blades, refusing, even after her training was over and she was a fully trained Sentinel, to switch the blades for others. The years passed, and many minor assaults from the Naga and the Satyr, along with other demonic presences, occurred. And they were all eventually terminated. But no one, not even the captain, understood how important those victories were to Willow. It was not only for the people. It was for herself, to prove herself she can do it.

The third war came, eventually, and Willow and her comrades faced a dreadful issue. Their captain has abandoned them. Willow tried taking control, but failed, letting someone else, taller, to do so. The team fought vigorously, and despite the loss of Nordrassil, they still held hope that not all was lost. And then, not such long time afterwards, came Teldrassil, and with it, Darnassus. And Willow and her team became guardians in the city, as their captain went to serve the Argent Dawn.

Willow decided to finally go see the world, after the Lich King died. Before it, she knew nothing. She quickly learned Common, resulting in a monstrous accent, and began roaming the lands, looking for adventure and more knowledge. So far her journeys lead her just back home, but she hopes for me. She may be little, but her goals are high in the sky, together with all the other stars who her people called ancestors.