Post by Astaryel on Apr 24, 2006 11:48:26 GMT -5
((Just a note. The timeline on my story is going to be a bit... misplaced, because there was simply no other way to bring this character that I REALLY wanted to play, into being. Hopefully you can look past the oddity of it.))
My Lady Merlinne,
Please forgive me for not tending to this sooner. I have been busy preparing for lessons with my father each evening. I'm afraid his excitement about having another magic user in the family is beginning to cause me great stress. Heh... thank you for your patience, and here is my story.
My name is Astaryel DeVin. I was born 16 winters ago in Menethil Harbor. My mother is Noelle Blackwater, my father Arranax DeVin.
Sixteen years ago my mother gave birth to twins. Myself, and my brother. She died shortly there-after of a severe case of pnemonia. Her body was simply too weak to handle the stress of the illness, and no amount of healing light could stop the attack. My brother and I were raised by the woman who cared for her, Miranda Deovonich. Her family was kin to the town magistrate, and they were well off; we were raised in style.
My story does not start here, for nothing out of the ordinary happened during my childhood, other than the fact that I was raised without a mother or father. I was well taken care of, well educated, and very much loved. My brother and I had the same kind of relationship any set of twins is expected to have. We spoke in strange tongues that only one another could understand, we kept secrets, and we caused trouble. We were a team. I'd like to be able to say that we still are... but depression, confusion, and anger took hold of him, and carried him off on his own set of adventures when we were 10 years old. I have not seen him since, though I know he's been near, so I can only assume that he has taken up the training of a rogue.
At the age of 15, Miss Miranda handed me a thick envelope. Inside was everything I could possibly need to start a life of my own. It may seem that I was forced out at a tender age, but in truth, I was more than ready for it. I ached to know who I was.
Documentations of my birth, my parents, my family history were inside this precious envelope. The name of my father, where I could find him, and other such assorted information. I packed my bags, and took off for the city of Stormwind. The trip was strange for me, having never been outside the walls of the Harbor. It was along the way that I made the decision to train as a Demon Caller. I had a sense that magic was in my blood, and a strong pull towards the Nether chose for me my school. Death had always interested me, because it had taken away any chance I'd had at a normal life.
I found my father in the Lion's Pride Inn in Goldshire, just outside of Stormwind. I approached him with the same cynisism and sarcasm that I've been filled with since the day I learned to speak. Needless to say, I came as quite a shock to him.
I wish that I had more to tell... however, my story has really just begun. Each of you will take a heavy roll in who I become, because you are all now such an important part of me. I am Astaryel DeVin. I am a Defender of Valor.
My Lady Merlinne,
Please forgive me for not tending to this sooner. I have been busy preparing for lessons with my father each evening. I'm afraid his excitement about having another magic user in the family is beginning to cause me great stress. Heh... thank you for your patience, and here is my story.
My name is Astaryel DeVin. I was born 16 winters ago in Menethil Harbor. My mother is Noelle Blackwater, my father Arranax DeVin.
Sixteen years ago my mother gave birth to twins. Myself, and my brother. She died shortly there-after of a severe case of pnemonia. Her body was simply too weak to handle the stress of the illness, and no amount of healing light could stop the attack. My brother and I were raised by the woman who cared for her, Miranda Deovonich. Her family was kin to the town magistrate, and they were well off; we were raised in style.
My story does not start here, for nothing out of the ordinary happened during my childhood, other than the fact that I was raised without a mother or father. I was well taken care of, well educated, and very much loved. My brother and I had the same kind of relationship any set of twins is expected to have. We spoke in strange tongues that only one another could understand, we kept secrets, and we caused trouble. We were a team. I'd like to be able to say that we still are... but depression, confusion, and anger took hold of him, and carried him off on his own set of adventures when we were 10 years old. I have not seen him since, though I know he's been near, so I can only assume that he has taken up the training of a rogue.
At the age of 15, Miss Miranda handed me a thick envelope. Inside was everything I could possibly need to start a life of my own. It may seem that I was forced out at a tender age, but in truth, I was more than ready for it. I ached to know who I was.
Documentations of my birth, my parents, my family history were inside this precious envelope. The name of my father, where I could find him, and other such assorted information. I packed my bags, and took off for the city of Stormwind. The trip was strange for me, having never been outside the walls of the Harbor. It was along the way that I made the decision to train as a Demon Caller. I had a sense that magic was in my blood, and a strong pull towards the Nether chose for me my school. Death had always interested me, because it had taken away any chance I'd had at a normal life.
I found my father in the Lion's Pride Inn in Goldshire, just outside of Stormwind. I approached him with the same cynisism and sarcasm that I've been filled with since the day I learned to speak. Needless to say, I came as quite a shock to him.
I wish that I had more to tell... however, my story has really just begun. Each of you will take a heavy roll in who I become, because you are all now such an important part of me. I am Astaryel DeVin. I am a Defender of Valor.