Chalinan

= Various Chalifacts and other fun things. =

Yes, friends, Chali, not chili. As much as you must adore chili, I have to ask you to remember the above while you're reading the rest of this.

Really though, the following section is various Chalifacts and other things.&#160;:P

Appearance and the like.
Standing at about five-foot-seven and a healthy yet thin one-hundred nineteen pounds, Chalinan is a seemingly pleasant noblewoman who may insult a fly, but would never risk cracking a fingernail to actually hurt one. Long, straight gold tresses flow downwards from the crown of her head, reaching down to about her shoulders. Her long hair is parted away from her face enough to expose vibrant amber eyes lacking a shimmer of innocence, thin eyebrows, and plump beige lips.

Judging by her skin tone, Chali isn't one who goes out often. She is extremely pale, and would look quite sickly if it were not for her numerous layers of flowing silken robes, vibrant eyes, and golden locks.

Personality and etc.
To put it short and simple: Chalinan is a psychotic, narcissistic, egotistical maniac who has a, "self-proclaimed spat of schizophrenia every now and then". She curses like a sailor, and isn't afraid to speak her mind to anyone. Manipulating those around her comes as a natural instinct, and her lust for sucess is never-ending.

Accepting and the later completion of orders from her superiors is mandatory in Chalinan's mind, anything less will result in self-punishment.

Miscellaneous funfacts and the like.
She often enjoys to sit on the benches in the Cathedral district. She often refers to her mother as vile old hag, toxic beast, damned mother, and a variation of other not-so-savoury nicknames. She really doesn't like people, but loves egging them on to do the most foul things -- and sometimes hilarious things. She finds death and other grim subjects surprisingly humorous. She really enjoys using the phrase, "suck me sideways".

= Back in my day it went like this. =

...history time, kiddies! May I direct you to the below?

Childhood.
Born to a long line of nobles, the children of the Ranstein House always lived the lap of luxury. Chalinan's father, Artrius Vardus Ranstein the third, a noble of Alterac, was wed to a vile old hag by the name of Baroness Aerin Harringlon Georgena Monte the twelth...

"After the home was rebuilt, and the family had regained their lost riches, Altrius the third's mother, the warlock, called for another baroness to wed the son, a young, energetic girl. Her bite was much worst than her bark, however. The woman's name was Baroness Aerin Harringlon Georgena Monte the twelth, a powerful noble from Stormwind. The daughter of a paladin and a priestess, the young woman was nothing but spoiled.

''Nearly ten years into the marriage, Aerin gave birth to a girl, named Blythe Ranstein...for three more years, young Blythe was an only-child. It would be then that Aerin gave birth to a girl, named Chalinan Ranstein. A mere year later, the woman again tested her luck with birthing a boy. Another girl was born, named Gwenevieve Ranstein."''

Seven years post Chalinan's birth, a baby boy was born to Aerin: Finneous Vardus Harringlon Ranstein. Aerin devoted all of her time and energy to Finn, leaving Chalinan and her two sisters feeling quite neglected. Aerin took most of her rage out on the girls and her husband, very rarely yelling at Finneous.

By the time the young girl was ten, she was hauled off to a cathedral to begin her studies of the Light,

A Sir Earnest Eddings looked after the young girl like one of his own after Finneous was killed by a rogue syndicate attack on the family, sending Aerin into a deep depression. After the murder of her only son, and the departure of her husband, she became horribly abusive and vile. In the house, the children were beat daily, their only spark of hope coming from wherever they hid out to escape Aerin's grieving wrath.

In three months, the young children were cast from the home, leading to the "Second Great Razing of the Ranstein Manor". Luckily, the children were well away from the home, each sheltered by maids or family friends. Aerin also got away lucky, escaping with minor burns, cuts, and bruises. Chalinan was being watched over by, and trained by, Sir Earnest Eddings, a necromancer in disguise, residing in Southshore at the time.

Out into the world.
On the young noble's eighteenth birthday, she begun the long journey to the great city of Stormwind, far to the south. Renting a beautiful black stallion (and later a palmino stallion), she traveled throughout Arathi Highlands, the Wetlands, Loch Modan, Badlands, the Searing Gorge, the Burning Steppes, Redridge, and finally Elwynn Forest.

A&#160;journey through: Arathi!
During Chalinan's journey through Arathi, she was ambushed by a small group of Witherbark trolls. Nearly killing her horse in the process, she was able to fend off the trolls with her vile and shadowy spells. The experience was extreme for the young priestess, as she had never been in any true combat prior to the run-in. Looting a small leather pouch full of berries and fish off of one troll, and a mysterious purple box from another, she tucked the two items into the horse's saddle pouch and continued the long journey.

A journey through: The Wetlands!
Armed with knowledge of harmful spells and now fueled by the pouch of food, the priestess thought she was ready for anything. While riding her beautiful ebon horse over a worn down bridge in the foul smelling area, they were attacked from the side! This time, not by humanoids nor demons, not even undead, but crocolisks! The six legged beast had a strong grip on the horse's right hind leg, slowly dragging it through an opening in the bridge. The horse, helpless and in horrible pain, fell through the crack, causing Chalinan to tumble off.

Seemingly possessed incantations flowed from her mouth, her voice not matching the look on her face: stunned that she was even speaking amidst such danger. In mere moments, a dark tendril of energy shot forth from her hand, headed for the beast's snout. Terror twinkled throughout the predator's eyes in the seconds it took for the tendril to connect, sawing it's long maw clean off, causing blood to spurt forth from it's long head.

Chalinan's horse, lovingly named Horse, continued to flop and whimper in agony, half of his body wedged between the river below and the bridge above. Chalinan shook her head, tears now rushing down her face, knowing that she would have to end the animal's life, however painful it would be to her, it would stop the poor creature from suffering any longer. She again began to chant, again a tendril shot forth from her palm, tunneling through the animal's neck like a bullet through butter.

The odd thing, Chalinan thought, was that she enjoyed it.

The rest of her trip:
Not so important. On to the next section!

Stormwind ahoy!
It was nearly Chalinan's nineteenth birthday by the time she arrived in Stormwind, battered and beaten by the elements, bruised and scarred by the various creatures of the wilderness. Her hair was filthy, her clothes were filthy, and her shoes -- oh, they were filthy! Chalinan was just a mess. Welcomed with open arms by her sister, Gwenevieve, the young priestess lived in a small home in the Cathedral Square: the last place she wanted to be.

The Light disgusted the young woman. Book after book after book she ripped through led her to see what she assumed was the truth: you may pray as much as your heart desires, but you are living a lie. Stratholme was not saved by the Light, despite their desperate prayers. Those who were infected with the plague's prayers went unnoticed. The Light was nothing but a faerie tale, in the shadow priestess' eyes.

One day, throughout rigorous library hunting, Chalinan came upon a book of the Scourge and the Cult of the Damned. The young adult was completely sheltered as a child, thus anything that was taught to her of the evils of the world was very, very vague. The information in the lengthy tome interested the girl as she read through the book dozens of times over the span of numerous years.

...To the library!
One faithful evening, Chalinan again ventured into the royal library, eager to learn more about the cult and the Scourge. To be honest, the show of powers they harnessed was one of the most amazing things in the world for the girl, not to mention how they defied all rules she thought to be true. Life after death? Impossible, of course, but it couldn't hurt to research just a tad bit more? She envied the powers of the necromancers and shadowcasters of the Scourge, she secretly admired their genocidal attacks and grusome murders.

What Chalinan found that life-changing day amazed her. Her scruffy clothing seemed horribly out of place in the gigantic palace, however she felt awkwardly at home in the city. Her mind seemed to tug her into a secluded room, where two men in simple commoners clothing stood.*

"Do you know what you are here for?"

"Yes, I do," Chalinan responded, amazed that these words exited her mouth.

''"Has He told you of our practices?" the man mumbled to the woman, who again responded:''

"He has."

"What do you want of us?"

"I seek knowledge...I seek power. You have knowledge...and power," the words continued to flow from Chalinan's mouth, as if she was possessed by some otherworldly being.

"Repeat these words that you hear to me, and you will have all that you desire, and more: I pledge that I will not harm this Cult or any of it's members, nor through inaction allow any of that to come to pass, I pledge my whole being to this cause."

Chalinan nodded and began to whisper the words ever so softly, "I pledge that I will not harm this Cult or any of it's members, nor through inaction allow any of that to come to pass, I pledge my whole being to this cause."

''The man nodded, and slipped the woman a vial of black liquid. She smiled, and accepted the vial, unstoppering it, and drinking the liquid inside.''

A stern voice in the back of her head began to speak, almost as if it was laughing, "...Another soul to the grinder."

= Curiosity killed the cat? =

The young Ranstein woman had rarely been spotted out and about, venturing around the city since her initiation to the Cult of the Damned. When rarely seen, she worked as a lowly alchemist, struggling to make ends meet. It was already very odd that a noblewoman would work at all, let alone work as an alchemist to put bread on the table, while she lived with her sister. Secretly, the woman was brewing various toxic poison and amataeur-at-best plague strands. Her scruffy clothing was stained by various blotches of noxious liquid, and her hair greyed from being exposed to the vile chemicals. Dark bags began to appear under her eyes, showing that she had worked for far too long. It was her cue to take a break.

And that was exactly what she did. The name Chalinan Ranstein became all-but-unknown around the city for months, hiding under large leather hats, lurking throughout the slums of the area under fake names, hiding out in long-abandoned homes, and the like.

On trial in Stormwind.
During a Cult-meetup in the Lamb's crypts, Lady Chalinan Ranstein, Zorke, Doctor Luthorin Holywrought, and an unnamed initiate cultist were captured by the guard. The initiate was brutally murdered by the guard at the scene, and it is believed that Zorke somehow got away, however Chalinan and Luthorin were taken away in chains to the Stockades.

After waiting about two hours for a judge, the two were taken away, where the Honourable Judge Presiding was a Lady Radiant. After nearly three hours of long testiments and each side getting away with their side of the story, the two cultists were found innocent on accounts of being cultists, however were given a three month ban on any sorts of dark magic, and constant watch by the guard.

Chalinan again snuck away, hiding out in her family's Alterac abode for nearly a month. After emerging, she ventured back to Stormwind, where many had forgotten of the trial, and her guard watchers were nowhere to be found.

Engagement? /Gasp!
It was always certain that Chalinan was a cold hearted witch, never to love and destined to walk the cusp of immortality alone. One day, however, during an abduction of a Hylaudius Dorennen, it became clear that the fate she was sure to have was a lie. It was in a random, empty home in Ironforge that a fellow cultist, Varther, proposed to the now twenty-five year old Chalinan, which was met by a snicker and a quick comment:

"Not now!"

Chalinan, however, grew to dislike her choice, and took every chance she could to further her relationship with the death knight. Eventually, Chalinan and Varther purchased a home in Ironforge -- with help of Ambassador Giselle Dumas -- where they lived happily for quite some time.

Downwards spiral into insanity...
It was obvious that Chalinan would never end her life sane. Throughout the abuse as a child, her younger brother's murder while she was still a child herself, questioning her faith at a mere ten years old, beginning to learn the dark arts of necromancy at fourteen, killing her beloved horse -- and liking it at eighteen, or joining the Scourge at twenty-five, something had to be wrong with her mind. The insane part of it all: there were very few things that had gone wrong.

Being taken in by a kind, wise family friend, being blessed with a safe journey from Southshore to Stormwind, raising through the ranks of the Cult so quickly, being found innocent in a trial she was extremely guilty of, finding a loving fiance; such luck can end in so quickly, and it can prove to be quite a shock. One day, during a cult meeting in the crypts below the Lamb, all of her luck shattered.

It began with the cultist, Necrolyte* Luthorin, volunteering to guard the upper-ring of the crypts with Acolyte* Varther. The Necro-Lord allowed it, and they began to ascend up the stairs. With a feeling of some sort of energy being pulled out of the hivemind, the two cultists escaped. The rest* -- nearly six of the hooded and robed men and women darted after them on the Necro-Lord's orders.

Chalinan's luck again was tested, and failed. She was sent after her beloved fiance, frantic and desperate, however she could not escape the orders of the cult. Aiding in the assumed murder of her fiance left Chalinan with serious mental issues.

After figuring out, through a numerous hour long plot that her fiance was still alive, she was granted a small space of free thinking from her fiance, which caused her to doubt her whole life, along with a fellow cultist, and one of Chalinan's closest friends. This run-in furthered her insanity, now hanging onto reality by less than a thread. After another cult meeting the same day, the woman again grew faith in the Scourge.

She has long since stopped questioning the will of the cult, and again feels as if she is doing the correct thing by serving the Scourge, and those who do not are merely worms to be crushed. Her insanity, however, still remains, and probably will not be rid of it for the rest of her life.

= W'sup now? =

Since returning to Stormwind after her trial, Chalinan has come into much of her family's riches, spending money as if it was trash and buying houses like potato chips. The last recorded spotting of Lady Ranstein of Alterac was at the Feast of Birds, dressed as a cardinal.

= OOC things. =

If I mess up on some lore, don't shoot please. owo;;

@Tarin, I stole your layout because I couldn't figure out for the life of me how to format el wiki page.&#160;;P ILY forever, though? &lt;3

@everyone who reads: Don't shoot! /cower


 * = I'm pretty sure these star'd things are correct, but I could be wrong. Take with a grain of salt. =)