Ghaunkah Bloodwing

Lady Ghaunkah Bloodwing


Ghaunkah Bloodwing was an aspiring noble mage that wished to bring her family's name into the history books of remarkable feats of strength to her race. But after a few tragic turn of events, she followed the path for revenge and power, becoming a warlock. Now she is a San'layn warlock wanting nothing more than those that dare cross her path to fear her and her army of demons.

Motto: "If I'm bleeding, you'd better be running."

Apperance
If you can catch a glimpse of her teeth, you will be able to catch sight of a couple of extended canines that add to just what this female enjoys aside the taste of fel energy. She is not a vampire or any sort, she only filed them for appearance sake to add to her sadistic nature. Though the horns on her forehead are permanent cause of her ties with the demonic creatures, sometimes demonic wings would sprout form her back when she has not released some of the demonic fury that builds within her over time. So she works on keeping it low from the normal citizens of some races that are not fans of warlocks. When she is not tasked out amongst the living, she sometimes wanders around northrend at Temple City of En'kilah. Being around the living has lost it's vivacious interest since her personality resembled one of little care for the well-being of a person as long as the job gets done. When she is calm, she can be an excellent strategist and be a step ahead of her enemy or victim. If she loses her temper or get too full of herself, she tends to become rash and careless. Those flaws can give her enemies the upper hand over the situations around to push her into her fear of losing control. She cares for her demons on a superior level as she sees them as  nothing but her personal slaves and extent of her power. They have a mutual contract, she gives her servants what they desire to keep their servitude strong then she shall be granted loyal demonic servants and a field of blood and death. For a couple of the demons, she bounded to her through force so they want nothing more than her death to be a slow and violent one. The dark warlock works  in solitude time to time on how to solidify their obedience.

History
Before you dismiss her for what she is, first take note of who she used to be. Named Ghaunkah Bloodwing, knowingly a strange name granted to her, it was roughly translated as 'accursed beauty'. Some had trouble pronouncing her name and other children had even teased her by calling her other insulting names or speaking it in terrible attempts. Her mother had her plant a flower each time someone of ignorance spoke of her name wrong until a hunter was passing by as Ghaunkah was within the garden planting another flower. He looked at the mass amounts that was growing within the garden and then smiled as he asked her name while stricken by her beauty. She told him her name in a small mutter to her embarrassment and he then picked up one of the flowers and placed one as a token of kindness beside her ear to decorate her hair. "A beautiful name that comes with a beautiful face, pales in comparison to this garden of lilies you have made. This gave her the idea to adopt a simple nickname due to what she planted around her family house-- Suncrest Lilies. So to have less ignorance form those that failed to pronounce her name, she permitted people to just call her Lilly. This noblewoman was born from a minor house that was upper-middle class within Goldenmist Village. She wanted to bring her family name to a more notable status somehow. Her mother, Xunaere, took Ghaunkah into the family armory and before her was an array of weapons. "Choose your destiny my little Lilly, bring honorto our name and engrave your presence into history" Her mother was a priestess that was proficient in discipline and shadow spells and her father was Knight-Lord Akordril Bloodwing a Royal Knight that was away in the forests, fighting to bring the honor to his family by fighting the Amani trolls. Ghaunkah had already learned of the minor spells within the arcane schools that was common amongst her people and a tiny portion of shadow spells from her own mother. Picking up a staff, she spoke to her mother with confidence of wanting to join her father and ensure a more notable standing of their family name and take down the family enemies through 'trial by fire' her mother smiled in approval while laughing and sent her daughter off to training to become a Fire Mage. Over time, she remained within the top marks of her class focused on her training and seeing her mother for small portions of time. Her mother was proud of her daughter knowing that she had greatness awaiting her. She visited over time to keep her daughter informed through letters of her father's excursions and battles as well as letters of how he misses his family.On the day that Ghaunkah returned home, she saw her mother within the foyer in tears as she was holding a letter. It spoke of her father having been killed in Zul’Aman by the Amani troll leader.Ghaunkah was enraged and wanted to avenge her father's death with the blood of the Amani leader. Xunaere pleaded with Ghaunkah to not go to Zul’Aman but she had her mind set. Holding the staff that was given to her by her teacher as a gift for passing as a fire mage, she slammed the center of the staff over her knee, breaking it in half, and threw it on the floor. "How can we sit here playing it safe and nice while our brother, sisters, fathers and mothers are all out there fighting the trolls?!" She aimed part of her anger at the rangers and other knights that failed to keep her father protected and safe. Not wanting to play safe or play nice anymore, Ghaunkah stormed into the family armory for something more lethal. She knew being a mage was justnot enough and she wanted to bring serious damage to the enemies that hide in Outlands. Feeling scared and worried for her daughter, Xunaere pleaded one last time for her to not go. Not wanting her mother to be sick from worry and grief, Ghaunkah spoke toher mother over dinner as well as far into the night until her mother was more reassured and finally gave her blessing. "I will go become more powerful so that no one will dare cross me or you...Ever!" Xunaere still had a bad feeling but she let her daughter go on her personal excursion. Many Years later she returned to a ruined land and villages filled with walking dead and nightmarish creatures. She snuck as quietly as she could to her old house in the village to find her mother’s undead walking body. She was filled with hate and rageto whomever had done this to her people and to mother. She left not being able to do anything about her mother and traveled to Silvermoon city to her King and the royal knights, approaching the city it was destroyed down the centre leading to the sunwelland there were dead everywhere. Not being able to do anything she hid within the city. News met her ears of the Kings death by the hands of Prince Arthas Menethil. Arthas had escaped and the Quel’dorei were shattered. Over time her people changed their name to Sin’dorei and their addiction to the now tainted sunwell was showing they were changing their eyes turned fel-green. Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider had made an alliance with the demon elf, Illidan Stormrage and were planning an attack on Arthas and his Scourge. She signed up for the fight wanting revenge for her mother’s death and the deaths of her people. The royal knights were the leaders of the war party she was put under the command of Knight-Lord Sarvthus Vadvayne and his men and women. The trip to Northrend was long and silent all everyone could think of was avenging their fallen brothers and sisters. When they finally reached where they would fight, the battle started. Mass amounts of undead and morphed creatures attacked and they fought back. She watched as many fell and her commander burst into a blood rage at the sight of the Death Knight Prince walking onto the field killing all in sight. She watched as Sarvthus was stabbed in the back by Arthas himself. Distracted she didn’t notice the undead gathering around he. Before it was too late,  blasted a ring of fire around her and as she did, she looked to where Sarvthus had fallen but Arthas was not there anymore and within that moment, she had been killed by the very man who killed her commander, her mother, and her people. The cold chill of death consumed her as her was stabbed in the stomach by Frostmourn. The swords wielder grinning as she fell to the ground, lifeless and empty. She then awoke again but she felt different she praised Arthas and followed his every command. She had been raised as a San’layn and among her was Sarvthus and all the other fallen Sin’dorei from the battle they had obviously lost. She was to follow every command her Blood-Queen gave her. She feasted on blood and walked among the dead.. She was undead and forever would be. When the Argent Crusade and Ebon Blade came and killed Prince Arthas now the Lich King, she fled. She had nothing left to fight for, her King and Queen were both murdered so she fled with the remainder of her people to find a new home for themselves. After searching for a while they found a place and land to call home where they created new laws and had new leaders. She was free to do whatever she wished to do so she started to research demonology and the Burning Legion. Soon enough she was a San’layn warlock, walking around with a demon ever by her side. After some time in the San’layn lands she left to join the Horde and knew they could use of her skills. So here she is now, a San’layn warlock still under the laws of her people but in the land of the living.



Family
Father: Akordril Bloodwing (Deceased)

Mother: Xunaere Bloodwing (Deceased)