Varrona Vesprin

&nbsp Name: Varrona Vesprin

Birthplace: Sunwell Plateau

Description: Varrona,is petite coming barely chest level of the average male elf. Her eyes have always been green, a birth defect, and bright red hair give her a slightly exotic look. She rarely adds anything to a conversation, her quiet demenor making her seem slightly snobbish. Dry humor only adds to this perception.

Backstory: ''You might think that a life tied up in a pretty little bow couldn’t go wrong, right? Wrong. It would have been fantastic if fate hadn’t thrown a bone in the whole plan for my long elven life. Wealthy parents, being married off to a well dressed; and wealthy; son of a family friend, oh and let’s not forget a cushy career as a seamstress. It made the thought of arranged marriage and boring career seem appealing. I could learn to love him, I could learn to love my job, and I could learn to deal with being rich.

Then, the scourge decided to destroy my home, my life, and my entire family. The day I was supposed to be married turned into the day I learned then that my beauty meant nothing. My life of getting by with exotic green eyes, long curly red hair, and small features was all gone. All I had left was the magic I had learned to wield and a decent tailoring ability.

I followed the other elves to the Outlands, took the name Blood Elf proudly, and embraced the fel energies that gave everyone else green eyes; though not as bright as mine. I became a proud scryer, then I went back to Silvermoon to rebuild. Though I was never able to live the life my family set out for me, I had to ensure I at least lived a life. Joining the Horde was a hard pill to swallow, learning to fight with orcs and trolls, work for my money, and not gag in repulse from the scent of forsaken; even if their leader was Sylvannas.

The lack of my pin perfect life meant lack of pin perfect money coming in whenever I needed. I had to get my little hands dirty and deal with being underestimated because of my size, jerks. I wouldn’t exactly call it my fault I was blessed with a petite frame, severely petite. I barely reached my would have been husband’s chest. I also found that being overly pretty, I know I sound vain, well it didn’t get me too far. Too many lessor elves milked that dry.

So here I am standing outside a bar in Orgrimmar trying to not think about the orc in a loincloth waiting on the other side telling myself this woeful little story to myself. Really should write this down someday. ''