Faretha Glaiveshriek



= Quick Overview = =Background=
 * Full Name: Feratha Glaiveshriek.
 * Nickname(s): Ferry;
 * Race: Night Elf.
 * Age: 10,074 years old.
 * Birthplace: Suramar.
 * Class: Night Elf Warden; Watcher.
 * Title(s): Warden, Watcher, Sentinel.
 * Profession(s): Skinning, leatherworking.
 * Guild: N/A.

«War of the Ancients»
Feratha was born over 10,000 years ago, a little before the War of the Ancients occurred, in the former great city of Suramar. With the delayed leisure of education, she eventually grew to an acceptable age, where she would join up with the casual militia, one that came before the well-known Sentinels. Before the colossal war came into the scene, she trained mildly in the martial arts and fighting tactics common to the warriors of the time. It took her several years to grasp a firm knowledge on combat, though her skills were soon put to the test with the war.

Suramar soon became a battleground once the War of the Ancients began. Feratha, with her less-than-adept skills in combat, would be sucked up into the newly formed kaldorei resistance, fighting alongside several significant figures, though she never had hardly any direct contact with the future leaders or destroyers. The completely unexpected attack frightened Feratha, and most of the kaldorei’s population. The night elf hardly even harnessed her abilities in the field of combat, and was slapped right on the face with the surprise attack directed by the Burning Legion. Inflicted with the initial hate for those foreign invaders, she quickly began doing her part within the resistance. Her fighting skills were mainly based on either blades, or glaives. Her mother seemed to be quite adept with the latter, and during the early beginnings of the war, the two would train intensely in hopes of preparing for when their time comes. During that period, Feratha and her mother grew quite close, closer than their relationship before. Before the war, they were quite distant, as her mother seemed to picture Feratha as a sacred sister in the Sisterhood of Elune. By no means did Feratha deny her speculated future in such a group, but her personal preference was outside of the temple.

A handful of weeks have passed since the start of the war. Her family already retreated from the capital city of Suramar, believing that it will soon fall to its end. They wouldn’t have liked to fallen with it. The severe training was put to a halt once their small encampment was found by other kaldorei resistance fighters. Although Feratha already confirmed that she would fight bravely for the honor of her kin, she has yet to do so, having been training since she was first offered to help the resistance. Now they needed her. Her skills with a glaive were much improved from when she first started, and along with her mother, they began to fight alongside those who they would soon began to care more about. The group of the resistance grew close, and they slayed multiple demons within the nearby patches of trees, which soon became nothing but ash as the demons struck upon the land with fire.

During an instance of a scouting trip with several other companions, Feratha stumbled upon a ravage group of demons, consisting of numerous fel hounds, and a terrorfiend, who were all patrolling a single road. During their walk, they gorged the surrounding grass in flames, and also destroyed large, ancient trees. One of the scouts felt headstrong, and she equipped her glaive. As insisting as Feratha was, her suggestions were ignored by the scout, whom believed that they could kill the patrolling group. Struck by the impulse, having originated from hate and rage, she descended down the hill, charging at the demons. As agile and experienced as she was, she was no match for the demons on her own. The hounds picked up her scent before she even passed the hill completely. And so the hounds returned the charge with their own, glaring their deformed and abnormally sharp fangs. The single elf stood no chance, and so she was given a cruel death for her ignorant folly. The remaining scouts looked away as the girl was torn and eaten away by the hounds. The more intelligent Terrorfiend made the assumption that a single scout was all that was around in the area, so the other scouts departed freely and without a second though. Feratha followed. When the group returned to an encampment, Glaiveshriek met the famous Lord Ravencrest, who lead the resistance at the time, where she was formally given a simple pendant for her efforts in the war.

Glaiveshriek’s luck in the field was not all that mighty. There were moments where she believed that she was bound to meet her doom within seconds. One of the most frightening experiences for the woman was on the outskirts of Suramar. She and a large amount of kaldorei resistance fighters gathered up and turned back to their home, believing they should offer the great city all the reinforcements they could gather. The first fight to enter the city was rough. She was temporarily separated from the group, having volunteered to keep watch from up above an ancient tree, yet defiled by the evil known as the Burning Legion. She stayed within the tree for several hours as the other warriors fought what was already in the city. Dragons by then have also joined in on the fight, which actually hurt Feratha. For a moment in time, she was awestruck as she gazed at a wondrous red dragon. . . that right after, tore a winged demon’s head off of its shoulders. The distraction was enough, and had a horrible timing. From behind the combating night elves, a group of Legions surrounded them. Among the resisting fighters was her mother. She realized her grave mistake, and the combatants lost severely to the surprise attack. The Legion began to defile the ground around the back entrance, where numerous bodies of the lovely kaldorei rested. Some had a placid gaze on their dead faces, as if they were content enough to fight for their people. Her mother wasn’t one of them. The tree in which Glaiveshriek scouted on was caught, and a flame quickly swallowed the wooden trunk. She leaped off the tall tree, and was forced to roll forward to spread the force of the drop throughout her body. If she had landed on her feet, they would have shattered, and she would’ve been a shriek to be silenced for the Burning Legion. She whistled, knowing it would catch the demons’ attention, but it was a risk she had to take. Her saber emerged from deep in the woods and she mounted it. With the tears in her eyes and frustration in her heart, it was difficult enough to guide the saber, and so the noble beast took her to safety.

And so, her faith and alliance to the resistance proved a great decision, as she was saved multiple times from acquired friends during the War. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for her mother, who passed away during an attack by the Burning Legion.

«Descending Through the Breeze»
Glaiveshriek’s discontent with the Highborne enflamed when they eventually caused the entire shattering of the world as she knew it. Her growing dislike for the magic-wielding kaldorei ceased when they were given a taste of their own medicine. She could hardly complain when she learned that they were dragged underneath the surface of the water, and transformed into hideous beings called the naga. She thanked Elune for not being one of those forsaken naga. She settled into the new changes with time, and her new home became Nordrassil, the newly-planted World Tree.

She joined the new faction of warriors for the kaldorei known as the Sentinels two thousand years later. Throughout her time as one, she proved as a great combatant on the field, with a long resume of battles and experiences on the field. Her adept skills with a glaive proved great as well, and she assumed the role of the huntress within several decades in the army, formerly consisting of only female night elves. Her saber at the time was of a pale, misty-white hue, and she adorned it with great taste. The saddle on which she traveled on was decorated with fantastic gems and inscriptions of her tales, acting as a simple reminder of Glaiveshrike’s past encounters. Encounters she would never want to forget. Encounters that affected her in a way that she herself had little clue of how greatly they impacted her. From her original soft-spoken demeanor as a child, to a battle-hardened veteran. Through the tough experiences and obstacles she endured, she transformed into something she never believed she would have become when she was younger, before the war.

«The Ashenvale Assault»
Lead by the famous Shandris, General of the Sentinel Army, she was part of the reinforcements for the warriors in Ashenvale. After the summit with several Alliance leaders, Glaiveshriek’s cell was informed about the sudden attacks by the Horde. They quickly formed up and settled for several hours in a ship, accompanied with several other armies, including Stormwind and the recently added Gilnean worgen. The vicious creatures proved to be a complete upper hand against the Horde, and Feratha couldn’t deny their company, especially after what had happened during the assault. She isolated herself from the rest of the world, up until the second cataclysmic event. Though this time, it was caused by a dragon aspect, rather than her own brethren. Her training as a Sentinel continued, and she also continued her duties as a warrior, having taken part in the latest battle against the Horde. The Ashenvale Assault.

Feratha was one of the first to arrive at Ashenvale. She rode her trusted saber throughout the thick forest until she arrived at the encampment. The strong Haldrissa Woodshaper greeted the new arrival with nothing but absolute joy and hope then continued to brief them on what was to happen. They came up with a battle plan to take back the fallen Silverwing. It was evident that she had suffered a loss, as one of her eyes was damaged and she had developed a blind spot because of it. Haldrissa then retreated to rest from all her wounds, and the Sentinel Captain at the time, Denea, led the group of soldiers that Feratha was part of. With the help of the other Alliance supporters, they drove the Horde out of the hotspot of Silverwing and pushed them back. Feratha stayed back during a few battles, tending to the wounded, including Haldrissa. Her intent on such could be thought to be ill-minded, as she had the thought of befriending those high-ranking, as if she expected them to be bias towards her and award her with something of a kind. Her time with the commander was cut short with an invading stampede of the Horde’s new weapon, the magnataur. Haldrissa would fight eagerly against her new foes, and then continued onto Garrosh Hellscream, where she was then later declared to have been killed during the field of battle. And so she lost a friend she hardly knew.

«Currently»
Glaiveshriek has continued to serve the Sentinels as a warrior, and she has continued to fight on their behalf, especially against the Horde, who she has grown to have an extremely high degree of. . . distaste for. = Persona =

«Appearance»
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«Personality»
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= Skills & Abilities =

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