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WoW - Aurastone - Draenei Death Knight


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Description:

 

     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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