Tressiah

[Mistryss]

((EDIT: The note I'd originally left for Tressiah, she has now taken opportunity to leave for herself.

She's young, stubborn, and rather niave, though she's quite book smart, and has a keen talent for Palladining. She thinks she's tough as nails, and that a couple calluses means she's the stuff, but the truth is, she's just like her mom, just not a Priest. Though she hasn't exactly made vows of Chastity, more like the Light first, which is why she views it as "no room for more", her strength does rely o her strength and "state of purity". She's rather soft, in manners and speech, despite her thinking contrary, and I'm absolutely positive that if the right fellow or lady comes along, she'll fall head over heals. [intended pun] ~_^ Here's hoping someone actually WON'T turn their nose up at RPing with a lowbie. Common trend on FM.))

[Polrena]

Tressiah,

Thank you so much for sharing your story! I hope your stay with us is as enlightening and educational as it has been for me!

Lady Polrena

[Tressiah]

To the House of Virtue,

Hello! My name is Tressiah, my last name doesn't matter, and I am 19 years of age. My parents were well-off, but they died in the destruction of Stormwind by Orcish invaders years back, before it was commonplace for Night Elves to run around in our now great city. My father was a Paladin, always off on adventures and quests and missions for the Light. My mother was a Priestess, I remember she had very long, light hair, and soft, warm hands, and they filled me with that warmth whenever I was sick or injured. I had a brother, once, as well, but he took to a fever in Stranglethorn Vale, and never came home.

After the news of my parent's demise, my nanny became my guardian. For a few years, with the memory of my parents close ot my heart, and the new soreness of the loss of my brother, I tried so very hard to banish the Light from my heart and my mind. I took to sword and sheild, like any warrior. I chopped off all my hair, and hid under a layer or two of dirt and grime for a long time, trying to pass myself off as a regular Stormwind soldier...but the Light is in my blood. I wound up healing my fellow soldiers quite often, and eventually, a Palladin of caliber caught me. After that, I was cleaned up and thrust into the Cathedral, and not allowed any excuses.

I think the High Priestess had her eye on me...but despite my upper-class background, good manners, education, and eloquent speech...I'm not exactly material for Priestly robes, or being a Lady. I love to read and to learn, but I hate dresses, and I hate feeling obliged to pour tea during social settings as the weaker sex. I've kept my hair short to my head, because it's practical. Doesn't tangle in my gear or get lopped off by my weapons that way. Besides...I've tried and trid to be that peaceful creature with soft hands that I remember my mother as, but after these last few years, I imagine it's just the glorificationa nd amplification of the only memories I have of her. My hands have calluses, it's true...but I can shovel much like the best of them, I don't flinch at waging battle, and I still manage to channel the Light's healing energies just as well as for destruction

I know how to act like a Lady, and though it's not my preference, I'll suffer through it for the sake of the guild. After all, you've taken me in, you know? Can't be ungrateful. Yes, I'm a Palladin, of few seasons, really, but I'm more than happy to do whatever needs done around here. Just let me know, and I'm at your service!

Oh! Before I forget...I've worked around less mannered males long enough to know there probably aren't those types here, but it might be good to mention, I'm not married, nor am I interested in it. That doesn't mean I'm interested in dating or courting or anything of that like, or to put it crudely, a "roll int he hy" either. I made oaths to the Light of my own free will when I came into official service as a Palladin and they leave no room for men in the private areas of my life. Just to be clear.

Thank you for opening up your halls to one more stray hoping to be a little more tame.
~Tressiah

[Tressiah]

((I don't know where else to put this!))

Dearest Defenders,

I owe you all an apology. I don't wish to clutter up your guild roster or lurk in your halls any longer, when I can offer you next to nothing of myself.

I am being froced into a marriage against my will based on legally valid documents my mother signed on her deathbed when I was barely able to read. Now both my parents are gone and to show my face is to risk my life. I have decided it is best to go underground.

What little time I have gotten to spend with your members has been cherished. I will miss that. You may perhaps see me some day, under a different name, but I pray you will not think to recognize me, for fear of dragging me back to a past I am desperately trying to escape.

Best of luck to you, may the Light bless you and keep you safe!

~Tressiah

((I feel like crap, really, but I almost never play her, and she's really just a mule. It's not fair to keep her here when I don't even use her. It was a wonderful idea that I ran with for a while, but in the end, Tressiah is just not working for me. *slaps the "mule" status on this one*))