Ziala

Information

Player: Pokepoke

Character Full Name: Ziala Sol-Aeidus

Character In-Game Name: Ziala

Nickname(s): Zii

Association(s): Church of the Holy Light (Former Member)

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Priest

Skills and Abilities: She took up enchanting along with her priestly duties, helping others with their problematic armor and weaponry..while still able to sustain her magical addiction.

Age: 87

Sex: Female

Hair: Bright blonde, quite straight and usually held back with a headband of some sort.

Eyes: Fel-Green glow.

Weight: 136 lbs.

Height: Six feet, zero inches.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Oddly enough for a priest, an ever-changing wardrobe to suit the environment.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Good

Ziala is a kind woman at heart, she really only wants what's best for people. She just..forgets to tell others her reasoning is all, so pulling out that infected nail just seems cruel to others, when in reality it's saving their life! She wields the power of the Light cautiously as she has been scared of gaining another addiction, barely able to work past her fel habit. Still quite addicted to it, withdrawal constantly causing her to be just one step away from taking more.

History

Ziala was merely born into Azeroth eighty seven years ago, she was born into a moderately well off family, her mother a priest and her father a hunter of sorts. She was brought up and raised like an average high elf, everything was going fine until her fifty eighth birthday. Her life ran the usual priest life within the Eastern Kingdoms as she was taken into the church, taught the holy teachings of the Light and even began to go into the monastery like all ready priests should. Everything had been going smoothly.. that is, until her late fifties.

Somewhat thankfully, the monastery had been far enough away to avoid the massive plague that hit the Eastern Kingdoms and caused the sacking of Stratholme. The constant fear that it might make it's way to the monastery itself stuck with Ziala all the way until she received a letter within the mail a few years later. A black border surrounded this note, signaling something dire as many of the students got them. She opened hers up to read how Silvermoon was destroyed and burned to the ground from Arthas and the Scourge. The monastery had been full of great depression that day. After finishing her training, she set back to where her parents had been buried, a massive graveyard, each gravestone having someone who had died in the attack. She still returns to Silvermoon each and every 2 weeks to deliver flowers and prayers to her parent's graves.

That day, she, among nearly every other blood elf, swore revenge against the Scourge and was determined to do all she could with undoing the damage against her kind, unable to heal her own broken heart however. The next big hit was the sudden lack of a magic source. The monastery already hitting her with it's bare hint of magic to consume, but the taint of the fel she was forced to turn to causing her usual sapphire blue eyes to turn a more sinister green. Her body fully feeling and depending upon the magic she fed upon afterward, the fel magic.

First she attempted to wean herself from it, trying to get the other priests to help her.. but after being caught trying to smuggle it multiple times, she was looked down upon and they couldn't keep such a close eye on her as they had to deal with every other injury and problem as well. She was refused help after her time, being told that she needed to help herself and to find her inner peace.

Not long after attempting to find her 'inner peace' within places of nature and solitude, she ended up cracking. She now begins her desperate search for both a cure..and another hit of fel. First stop, Stranglethorn..