Alexaries

~Appearance~
Alexaries has pale skin, and dirty blonde hair, often styled slightly, making her look slightly more attractive than she truly is, being Forsaken and all. Cold to the touch, Alexaries looks nothing like the warm-hearted, inspiring priest that often comes to mind. When idle, she is often seen daydreaming, or looking onward with determination. It’s hard to tell which she’s doing. The robes she wear vary in color, and barely hint towards her remaining faith in the light.

~Personality~
Like the common Forsaken, Alexaries always seems to be in a grouchy mood, and eager to eat some brains. However, this is just a disguised personality, which she often adopts in order to limit suspicion as to her faith and who she truly is. If you happen to know her well, then you’d know her different. When with friends or people who she can trust, her attitude is quite lighter, and can be either full of sarcasm or very serious, depending on how she feels. She’s often silent, and prefers to read and write books, written in either Common or Gutterspeak (which are pretty much the same thing). Unlike the hasty to kill Forsaken she appears to be, those she knows can easily observe that she is quicker to rush to a person’s aid than to battle with them. However, no one knows that she still clings to her faith in the light.

~History~
Born in the city of Lordaeron, Alexaries was born into a peasant family. Like her mother, she adopted the ways of a priestess, while her sister took more interest in her father’s career as a warrior and farmer. Alexaries was not a zealot by any means, and was just an average follower of the holy light, who rarely participated in anything involving the light, besides simply following it herself.

Only a few years older than Prince Arthas Menethil, she admired him greatly, and believed that many of his actions were valiant, noble, and that of a true hero. When the “hero” Arthas returned from Northrend, she was one of the many who welcomed him with rose petals and cheered him on as he made his way to the throne room. Horror overcame her as the prince slew his own father, and Scourge flooded the city of Lordaeron. Though she made all attempts to flee, she utterly failed to ward of the Scourge, and was slain.

When she finally regained consciousness, she had awakened in a crypt. The first thing she did was look down upon her body, to find herself a rotting corpse in the bloodstained robes she had been killed in.

Under the sway of the Lich King, she and many other Scourge successfully dominated Quel’Thalas. She was placed under the command of Sylvanas Windrunner, which eventually led to her freedom from the Scourge, and the formation of the Undercity, and the Forsaken.

((WIP))