Aura's eyes have that blue radiance that most Draenei possess but her's somehow contain a playful malice. She stands as tall as any other of her race but her presence makes others of her kind tremble. She enjoys this though. Her body is cool to the touch, not that many could ever get that close. 

    As far as armor, on the battlefield, she wears a full set of plate. Her massive shoulderpads emit a slight fog of frost magic, her helm is that of a blue flaming skull. She wears a lace choker around her neck but just looking at it makes one think it shouldn't belong in this world. Off the battlefield, her armor is skimpier, however, that isn't her showing off but using the revealing nature to let other drop their guard. Just in case. 

Background:

     Pain. It's such a funny thing.

     "People say that everything comes full circle. That's not really true when you're dead. I was a champion once. I had a family, friends. It was a good life. As time has passed, I've remembered more but try as I will, I can't retake those parts of my life. I, often think about these things in detail, when I'm not fighting. Before I became a deathknight, and before I died, my life was dull but I liked it. I was a "champion" and I had my family, brothers, sisters, and such."

     Aura grew up on Draenor and traveled in the Exodar to Azeroth. Her title of Champion was earned while defending her people from the Blood Elf saboteurs. There were many champions that day. After her people settled the surrounding area, she grew bored with the dull day to day duties and so she struck off.

     Her time in the human realms were much more interesting. She met many human men at the taverns. She loved having her pick of men. They all wanted to sleep with a Draenei. Her people were new and that attracted all kinds. It was

something that she would normally never condone but for the first time in her life, she was having fun. There was one guy though, a Warlock named Aeyden. He followed her around all the time amd more than once he watched her bath by staring through her windows. She new he watched but it humored her to let him.

     But to all good things come an end. She was passing through the Plaguelands when an abomination's hook pierced her back and yanked her to it's feet. The hook had paralyzed her and a skeletal wizard finished her off.

     Her next memories were of standing next to a pile of mangled bodies. A cold voice, the Lich King's sifting through her mind. She had new purpose. It was dark and sinister. It should feel wrong but it didn't. Her new purpose made sense, why should she disobey the one who had given her life again?

    She spend years following the the King's orders, killing, corrupting, and doing what ever else he required. That all changed with the events at Light's Hope. She knew who she was again, she had a code of sorts. She tried picking up the pieces of her life but it was pointless. She just didn't feel emotion, pain, or pleasure in the way others felt it.

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By her mannerisms, Ny appears to have a dominant personality but if rumors are to be believed, that is far from the truth. 

Some days, she can be found in the hunter's shop looking at collars. Strange that she's never seen with a pet.

As far as relationships go, she is usually seen alone, so she is probably single.

Into: petplay, hypnosis, corruption

Backstory:
During the assault to take the Exodar and flee Outland, Ny was assigned to the rear guard. She barely had a chance to get used to the strange alien ship before the Blood Elves attacked. During the fighting, the ship went out of control. An explosion threw her against a nearby wall and her world went dark.

Her thoughts were coming slow as she sat up. She wasn't on the ship anymore. She looked up at a clear night sky. It reminded her of Draenor before it had been corrupted. She heard a noise in the forest and she snapped back to reality. “Forest?” she thought. She took in her surroundings. Broken crystals, flooring, broken tree limbs, blood, leading from...her side! She applied light healing magic to her side. “From the look of it, I fell from the ship. Here I was complaining about clothing...the Light did provide. I'm alive.” She pulled herself from her thoughts as she noticed a strange brown creature approaching. It let out a mighty roar letting her know it was a carnivore.

With no weapon nearby and nothing to defend herself, she let out a burst of holy light to stun the creature and fled into the forest. Caves seemed to dot the landscape but they had demons in them. “The Legion is even here” she thought. But she realized these demons were weak. Nothing like the ones she had fought to get here. For the time being though, she stayed clear of any infested caves. 

The next night, teams of hunters were moving through the forest. They quickly got her trail. One of them shouted, “Eredar!” and attacked. All of them seemed panicked at the sight of her. She dodged and weaved but her magic was quickly spent. She felt an arrow pierce her side and she screamed in pain. Another arrow pierced her upper thigh and she collapsed onto the knee. A third arrow hit right arm and it went limp. As the leader of the band of elves moved in with sword drawn, Ny paniced. Tears were streaming down her face. She tried to reason with them but they couldn't understand her. She began to black out and fell into a stream behind her. When she woke, she felt warm comforting hands on her. 

She opened her eyes expecting to see a fellow draenei but instead saw a satyr! She didn't know what it had been but it was obviously corrupted by the legion. Her eyes went wide in terror but she was too weak to even raise a hand. One satyr came forward. He was tall, with a muscular physique, dark reddish skin, and a gaze that was at both greeting and menacing. “Don't worry little one. We saved you from those elves. You are in a place called Felwood. I have not seen your kind before but I'll make you a deal, "You tell me how you got here and we will continue to heal you until you are good enough to leave.”

Ny shook her head in agreement. She didn't really have a choice in the matter anyway. She stayed in Felwood very reluctantly. Their healing was slow and she could feel it taint her slowly with each spell they cast. After several weeks it was clear they were less interested in where she came from and more in adding to their numbers. She clung to the last bit of Light she could and managed to escape while they slept. 

She collapsed out in the open in Felwood. As the nearby imps closed in on her, she accepted the end and closed her eyes. She woke in a camp surrounded by a couple of elves and a draenai! Her shock was apparent. The Draenei priest placed his hand on her head, "Shh...calm down. You've been through a lot."

It's been awhile since her rough introduction to Azeroth and the fel corruption still lingers. When she gets angry or excited, her eyes will glow slightly green.