Firialaine

''I sing what was lost and dread what was won,

I walk in a battle fought over again,

My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men;

Feet to the Rising and Setting may run,

They always beat on the same small stone.''

- William Butler Yeats

= Appearance =

Firialaine is not abnormal for a Forsaken; she neither looks living, nor is she falling apart. Her skin is a pale grey and matte, giving off barely a hint of shine. Most of the muscle and fatty tissue having decomposed, her body is thin and whaif-like; the outline of her bones can often be seen through her skin but the skin on her body remains intact and no bones are actually exposed. Her eyes glow a deep yellow and bright to the point where one would have to get very close to determine whether there were eyes within the sockets, and her lips are stained a dark purple with dead blood.

= Personality =

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= Background =

Firialaine was born in Stormwind City six years before the First War. After the destruction of Stormwind during the invasion of the Orcs, her family moved to Lordaeron and took over the keeping of her aunt's inn in the town of Darrowshire. She grew up as a peasant in the kingdom with her parents and younger sister Moira.

Before the Third War
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The Time of the Plague
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Life as a Forsaken
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