I'm going to try out some story telling instead of conventional RPing, hope at least someone finds it nice.
Name: Elizabeth (no last name due to being a “peasant”)
Father: Ex foot soldier of the Alliance army, wandering carpenter, Harold
Mother: Ardalia Hope shine, wandering high elf priestess
Personality: Elizabeth is an average country woman, she was taught to live with discipline in her childhood at Capital City and South shore.
Friends: She was childhood friend of both Whitemane and Paletress.
Harold had the average life of a normal commoner for most of his life until he lost most of his belongings to war, and was drafted into the army to protect the lands of rich people and the royalty from the orc invasion. He survived the long fights out of pure stubbornness and a little bit of luck. With the return home to Capital City, he began to pursuit the bread of every day working as an average carpenter. His trade made him travel through out some of the lands of the northern kingdom, making stops often in Stratholme and South shore. The times that followed war were those of recuperation, many returned well from battle, other’s weren’t as lucky, this caused a great need for healers in these rough times, which lured the attention of Ardalia Hope shine, a traveling High elf priestess.
It was not an uncommon sight to see lone travelers being victims of theft and other villainies, for Ardalia, this was no exception. On her travels toward South shore, she was attacked by a rogue in search of easy money. Harold noticing the attack, saved her and recovered the items that had been stolen from her. After thanking the man for protecting her, she continued her journey west, a week later taking a ride with him back to Capital City. The days of their travel north through Silverpine Forest were long, full of work for both the healer and the carpenter ex soldier. Once at Capital City, the elf gave in and handed herself to the man at night. The elf left later once satisfied, and never met Harold again until several months later, when she prematurely delivered Elizabeth to the world of Azeroth, the child being a blessing to one and a curse to the other.
A blessing was the child toward her father, for a child had been something Harold had longed for all his life, a curse was the child toward her mother, for the child was a half elf, her delivery had weakened her body substantially and other circumstances. Even though they were both tied together with Elizabeth, Ardalia had troubles accepting it. Harold had promised her marriage and to be with her for the rest of his life, but the elf left. Perhaps she felt ashamed of delivering a half elf, or her body weakening and tampering on her travels, or perhaps because she had undergone her pregnancy thinking the child she carried was of her elf husband, who she had last seen almost nine months ago. A night of lust had shamed her for the rest of her life unless she ran away from it.
The elf abandoned Harold, taking a ship to seek refuge from her shame at Stormwind, using the pretext of being a traveling priestess. Harold was left destroyed, but he obtained the strength needed to continue within the eyes of Elizabeth. She grew up to be a fine young child at the side of her father, who did his best to keep her half elf heritage a secret as Elizabeth growth allowed it, her ears being that of a normal human helped hide it, but her blue eyes that captivate the heart of nobles, and her white hair did not help. Elizabeth spend most of her childhood, with a black dyed hair, playing with the kids of Capital City and South shore, eventually growing away from games as she was attracted by the light. In their travels, Elizabeth, as a young child, met both Alexandros Mograine and Uther the Lightbringer, both having interest in the young girl’s peculiar affinity to the light. Though both had offered Harold to take Elizabeth into their guidance, the carpenter could not bear to have Elizabeth away, and thus both had to settle with imparting their wisdom on the child whenever they met.
Years later, Elizabeth grew up to be a fine lady, interested in taking her leave to the Scarlet Monastery before the fall of Stratholme. (( I am not sure if the Scarlet Monastery existed or the Scarlet Crusade during this times) Her dream to be reunited with her childhood friends from South shore were cut short when his Father decided to move south. His trade and craft had become praised among the kingdoms and he had grown economically enough to buy lands in Westfall, where he had dream to live in a quiet small farm. Due to this, both Harold and Elizabeth effectively avoided being victims of Prince Arthas’ capture of Capital City, as they traveled south toward The Wetlands.
Month passed out for the Parent and Daughter, at sea in a mercantile ship they traveled from Menethil Harbor toward Stormwind. Their arrival to Stormwind was met with discoveries of Ardalia whereabouts. She had lived at Stormwind since abandoning Harold and her daughter. Inquiring, Harold found out though, that Ardalia had died a few days before Harold’s arrival at Stormwind, due to a sickness that had troubled her for years, a sickness she contracted in Stormwind. The elf had hoped to make a name as a priestess healer in the great city, but the only people that would mourn her death would be the strangers that took care of her for years and a single High Elf present at the burial.
Harold reached the funeral long after her burial had been completed. He approached the group of people with Elizabeth, who was clueless of whom the woman was. In the freshly covered grave, an inscription had been chiseled, decorating her tombstone with the last words of the deceased elf.
My love abandoned in the north,
Although weak, I traveled along.
Had I stayed behind with my ray of hope,
Might I have live a little long?
It’s useless to ponder this now,
For I can’t walk to where I belong.
Far up in the north somehow,
I hope my love prosper along.
Ardalia Hope shine
Harold read these words carefully, as he looked at the Elf aside him, who looked back at him with hatred. “This is a private funeral, only family are invited” said the elf with furry and sadness in his voice, interrupting his mourn of what would had been his wife hadn’t she left his side.
Harold, having told nothing before to Elizabeth about her mother, avoided mentioning to the elf anything about Ardalia’s daughter; he simply walked away with his daughter, crying as he realized Ardalia had regret abandoning her child. That night at the inn, Harold decided to tell young Elizabeth about her mother. Elizabeth took the news surprisingly well, maybe because of her age and maturity, or maybe because she hadn’t been troubled without having a mother.
The days passed quickly, Harold decided to buy a deed of land with most of his life savings from a public auction. That very same day he obtained a wagon and horse, along with some other things for their new house. Their travel through Elwynn woods into Westfall, through Sentinel Hill and far then to the West took them a week. When they arrived, they entered their brand new house, Harold happy he could settle down finally.
Both Elizabeth and Harold’s life at the farmlands of Westfall began as a dream, with crops growing and their small land giving them enough to eat and prosper, but soon filled with grieve. The Defias began to ransack their crops a few months after they noticed the farm’s flourish. It was a constant vigilance in the night that barely allowed Father and daughter to be able to at least eat. Eventually the farmer put up deadly traps among the most attractive crops, forsaking them as bait for the Defias to come at night to pilfer, capturing a few, to later turn them over to the local guards, which would simply let go after a few days.
The Defias grew to hate the farmer more and more, extorting merchants from Sentinel Hill not to do commerce with them, destroying or burning their crops before maturity, killing livestock left and right. There was little only a man and his daughter could do to protect their land.
Eventually the prosperous land was killed off by the Defias, who in their latest scheme destroyed the farming land for long generations by spreading poison among the water used at the field. Large areas of the land from that day on would never again produce even a single weed. Soon Harold fell sick, and only Elizabeth was able to do the daily house shores. What little they had left of healthy land, would either shiver up in the vines or get stolen, they had but only a few chickens and an old cow that would soon die from the same poison that had killed off their crops. Even Harold seemed too had been afflicted by the poison, and Elizabeth was forced to travel to Sentinel Hill alone at times to try and acquire from the ones brave to still sell to them. Returning late at night one day, she caught the attention of a lone Defias scout.
That same night, as she returned home, the Defias confronted her, appearing from the shadows. Elizabeth knew the moment she saw him with a red bandana mask that he was with the Defias, her father having instructed her to stay away and her knowing of their ways first hand. Elizabeth tried to run away from the man, but the Defias Scout was trained to move quickly as an informant, so he had the upper hand over her. The man lunged to her as he caught up, throwing her to the ground. She tried to resist and fight back, but the man over powered her and slammed her against the dirt.
“Stay there like a good girl” he said as he ragged Elizabeth’s dress, exposing the nude chest of the young woman. The man tried to have his dirty way with Elizabeth, but not without her struggling back. They both struggled for a few minutes, with Elizabeth being continuously assaulted by the scout, who was only paying attention to her exposed body. The woman soon stopped her struggle, the man settling on top of her as he grabbed on to her. Looking at the man’s face full of disgust, Elizabeth searched around with her hands, pilfering a knife from the scout, which she proceed to drive deep into the right side of the man’s forehead. Blood gushed out, as the man stopped moving, his grip losing strength and his eyes going blank, the man fell off Elizabeth, who had narrowly avoided being defiled. Covered with blood, and holding her ragged dress together, she rushed to her house, to bathe off the blood she had made the Scout’s head burst out. She didn’t tell anything to his father, not wanting to concern him of her well being, but somehow he felt something had happened to her.
Days later, Elizabeth was yet again forced to obtain more medicine for her dying father. The man had asked Elizabeth to stay with him, for secretly he didn’t wish her to be exposed to any more danger for him, but she couldn’t bear to do nothing while seeing him in pain. She ran in a rush to Sentinel Hill, taking her almost two hours to return. In her haste to retrieve medicine for his father, she had left the house unlocked, and as she arrived back at the farm, she saw the entrance of the house wide open. Scared for Defias grunts, Elizabeth walked inside carefully with the medicine at hand. She head quietly to her father’s room while she heard some rummaging in the kitchen. At her father’s room, she found a blood trail on the floor and signs of struggle from the bed, and she feared the worst. She followed the trail to the kitchen. She took a look inside, and saw her Father turning the kitchen upside down, the back of his shirt full of blood stains and what seemed to be a vulture on top of his back. Elizabeth called out to her father, scared; the figure looked back and shrieked at her. The face of Harold, missing an eye that had been plucked out by the vulture horrified Elizabeth.
Her father seemed like he had been infected by the plague. Rumors of a wandering ghoul turning people into the undead in Westfall had been around for quite a few months, the local guards naming the beast Leprithus. Some said the creature was attracted to the scent of the freshly deceased; Harold having died less than 30 minutes after Elizabeth had gone out for medicine. The horrific ghoul, with a vulture still pecking on it, locked his attention to the young woman, who was terrorized. She could do nothing except to run away as the monstrosity chased for her, she tried to put obstacles in between as she ran, calling to his father, still not believing his fate. The woman fell on her legs and stumbled down the stairs, hurting herself severely but still being able to run toward the door, the ghoul simply leaping toward her and landing on her. The monster was bleeding on from the many holes the vulture had left and from his eye socket. The ghoul of Harold simply grabbed Elizabeth right arm and sank his teeth into her flesh, attempting to rip it off. Elizabeth could do nothing but cry in pain as her father tried to kill her, but failed as his jaw burned off and the monster began to cry in pain. Light shone on it and killed it in front of Elizabeth’s eyes. She then sat up against a wall, gasping with pain as her wounds continued to bleed off, her father’s corpse stopped moving not far in front of her. Both the long run toward Sentinel Hill and back, the fall down the stairs and the wounds in her right hand were threatening the life of the young woman, who was falling unconscious slowly, but she didn’t want to die, she held to the single thought of wanting to live, her prayers then being answered by the light.
She awoke a few hours later, on a bed in the still under reconstruction inn of Sentinel Hill, her neighbors at her side. She was saved from death because of the kindness of a traveling merchant who heard the struggle and had arrived to find her unconscious on the floor of her house. Alliance soldiers began to inquire on her, as soon as word spread that she had awoke, about the death of her father. Elizabeth didn’t say anything for she was still confused about everything that had happened, but one of the neighbors accused the Defias for his death. After this, the body of her father was been buried at the local graveyard and the whole ordeal was over, or so Elizabeth thought.
That night, after being consoled by the neighbors and given much needed hospitality by the people of Sentinel Hill, Elizabeth decided to return to her home, only to find the farm ablaze. The Defias took the opportunity and set out to burn everything down, all their belongings simply turned into ashes. Elizabeth could do nothing but stare at the fire as she fell to her knees at the sight. Everything had burned out quickly, when the fires died out, Elizabeth searched around the ruins of her house to see what had survived.
What remained was a partially burned chest made of a strong wood. This chest was used by Elizabeth to keep some of her and her father’s belongings. Inside she found a few changes of cloth and an old badge, tucked away in a piece of wool. It was her father’s old insignia, behind it his name, division, and captain’s name. The insignia was all she was left from her father along with the memories she cherished within. Knowing the Defias had finally won the feud with their farm, she abandoned the area, returning back to Sentinel hill shortly before traveling north back to Stormwind.