Birth name - Dragon Name:
Nel - Nelstrasza ( There is an IC reason to the Birth name detailed in the backstory )
Adulthood stage (ex: drake, dragon, wyrm):
initially the only loyalty she had was to her selfish desire for revenge early in life with fresh wounds motivating her.
However, her experiences have altered her significantly and she has forsaken that line of thought altogether, she has decided to pledge her loyalty into Heartwing, her flight and Azeroth itself after the events in her story. Believing that her service will account to something more than ever before, and perhaps in that, she will find redemption and a family to accept her.
Your character's view of Heartwing:
Nelstrasza regardless of her complete lack of information on the organization and the history it shares with the world views Heartwing as an opportunity to right her wrongs and find redemption for her sins in life by serving not to further political interests or meaningless conquests for false ideals that have left her hollow and scarred in servitude to the Alliance military, which only took advantage of her hatred and naivety and manipulated it to create another broken veteran, but for the sake of her home-world as a whole.
Beyond that she views heartwing as a community she wishes to involve herself in, to learn more about her people she has been disconnected from since birth. She desperately wants to become part of the family that forms Heartwing and to eventually become accepted by her kin that she had forgotten for decades in selfish and ultimately meaningless pursuits. She wants to feel for once the warmth that a caring family brings, a thing she never got to experience before.
Alliance Military, Seventh Legion. Presumed Killed In Action therefore her Affiliations are rendered inactive.
Outwardly she appears as a stoic and cold individual bereft of emotion, reflecting in her behavior the mindset of a professional soldier giving little regards to superficial, trivial and emotional topics while focusing on the task at hand, she executes orders to the letter and to the utmost best of her abilities at all times, always seeking to accomplish her objectives and the mission as a whole that is dictated by her superiors, as long as it is not a suicide mission that recklessly jeopardizes the lives of everyone included.
Likewise as one trained as a professional and elite soldier, her composure is tempered by conflict, harsh drilling, training and experience into steel. There is only few things that can break through to her nerves of steel to compromise her composure, be it disrespect or even physical force at times, she will endure for while she is in active duty, her behavior and composure reflects the icon of the organization as a whole, and there is no space for I in a Team.
However she will not allow the image of the organization as a whole to be mocked, she will uphold the values she is meant to embody to the best she can, and defend them if she has to with her life.
Often she will be found isolated from the majority, training and drilling constantly when not around or meditating to calm her troubled mind and suppress her emotional impulses from surfacing.
She largely tends to listen more than speak, and rarely will cut someone off to say something unless there is a compelling reason for her to do so. She will be found listening to whatever problems people have even if she understandably seems not inviting to such, as she knows herself how it is to not be able to have someone hear you out. So she does her best in not denying others this simple, yet important necessity in coping with their past and current experiences.
Loyal, Disciplined, Unyielding, Modest, Fair and Rational.
Respect for authority:
She places near absolute faith in the leader and superiors that issue the missions and the orders, and manage the organization from an administrative level to ensure that everything works as it was intended by their founding figures.
Nelstrasza fully understands that her superiors have a compelling reason behind every order that is issued, and for it to have the desired effect, an unwavering loyalty is required from those whose duty is to execute the order and finish the mission. For if everyone had a say in what must be done, no progress would ever be made.
Describe your character's personality:
Beyond her elaborate facade employed to deal with the outside world, internally she is an emotional wreck of a woman that has witnessed countless comrades die, didn't receive any love in her early upbringing and faced unbearable terrors throughout her life that still haunt her to this very day, be it within Grim Batol's stone walls or the multitude of conflicts her service led her through. She struggles with each passing day to not allow these nearly overpowering emotions from taking hold over her decision making to remain of use to her superiors, lest they find her nothing but a liability to be expunged for her shortcomings.
Having lived for so long suppressing her emotions in the sake of professionalism has inevitably left her with an inability to properly process and express them, often finding herself opting to not attempt at all lest she make a mockery of herself, or worse, offend someone. To this extent she has favored isolation and minimal interaction that further reinforces a false image of who she truly is underneath all the layers she has constructed around her to conceal the real extent of how damaged she is emotionally.
But in spite of the complications of her mental health, she is not one beyond compassion. If anything she holds the lives and health of her brothers and sisters above the mission and even her own, she will vehemently oppose tactics that involve unnecessary sacrifices and will place the health of everyone first above all in a manner that would reflect a brotherly, albeit tough love even if she would scarcely express such feelings through her words alone. Even if she may not show it a lot, she greatly cares for those around her, especially if she finds them falling into the same pitfalls she once did herself, and will try in her own ways to prevent them from making the same mistakes she once made if possible.
Even if isolated and with a cold facade to boot, when conversation is initiated she won't shy away from it. One can even say that she becomes more animated at such occassions. Her lack of attention received as a young whelp and drake tends to manifest at those times, and she appreciates it when someone takes a moment of their time to ask her how she is doing, and even inquire about sensitive topics that she may turn down on answering, just the mere gesture and attention alone makes her feel ever so slightly better. However she personally wishes to not make this a known fact about her.
She almost never will be found not willing to assist a fellow brother or sister, not only from a sworn obligation to herself in the pursuit of penance for the sins she has committed, but also to find herself accepted into the community itself as she holds her self-worth in low regards underneath everyone else's. She perceives herself not worthy to receive the dignity of anyone's respect, a view that stretches out even to the mortals that serve the dragons. She is by all means desperate for acceptance, and any opportunity that comes across her to earn it, she will not hesitate to undertake it with near to none hesitation to fulfill her personal, and albeit selfish goal to redeem herself for the sins she carries. She also is hesitant to reject when being asked for help, from the innate fear of being expunged from the community should they come to find her a liability.
Describe your own personality:
Well, this is going to be a doozy for me to described myself, guess self-awareness pays, heh.
I am largely a laid back and relaxed type of guy that roleplays for the fun of it and the interesting stories that are forged through it, that I will fondly remember through the years to come. Beyond that I'm an enthusiast when it comes to characters, especially their stories and the small details that make up their personality, But most of all creating them.( Phew, trust me - this backstory would be bigger but thankfully I remembered it was a "summary" ) and transmogs.
You may guess it by reading the backstory below that I may, only just a little, have a certain pull towards the grimdark side of things, in no small part thanks to a certain universe renown for it. Anyhow I won't bore you with an essay, and hopefully you'll enjoy the rest below!
Your character's hobbies:
Smoking, drinking, training and meditating along with listening to the stories of others and providing a helping hand where possible.
What is a future desired position of your character within Heartwing?:
The highest honor she could be granted in her opinion beyond being accepted within the family, would be becoming a guardian. She wishes to become that which she desperately lacked in her early life for others, A protector that will without question put themselves in harms way willingly to protect their wellbeing and way of life, and to prevent them from falling into the same pitfalls she did in life.
Known/frequently used abilities/spells:
- Force amplification:
Funneling her lifeforce into a singular part of her body, she empowers her muscles and turns her sinews and bone into steel for a single burst, amplifying the strength of her blow beyond the limitations of her body for just an instant.
- Heat conductor:
Through the surface of her palms, she can choose to rapidly increase the temperature of an object that is in direct contact with them in due time depending on the material in question to its melting point, currently she can only bring steel to near a melting point.
- Flame Burst:
She is able to channel forth a destructive, yet short-ranged burst of flames from the palm of her hands to cause moderate to little harm to enemies from the flames themselves, but to hopefully knock them back from the harsh shockwave generated as a result. This ability can be held and charged for a more destructive effect, however that requires additional time. The shockwave effect can also be used to gain momentum or augment movement if so desired via channeling it through the soles of her feet rather than hands.
Like most of her abilities, she suffuses the surface of her palms with life energy which she funnels into wounds, which causes them to rapidly heal under the effect of this ability, the rate of the healing depending on the rate of life energy generation on her palms, however increasing it will lead to an overall greater consumption of her stamina and mana reserves.
Special/prestige spells/abilities of your character:
- Total Amplification:
This is an ability reserved for only the most dire of situations, utilizing the Force Amplification to a reckless and dangerous degree in the entire body and not just one part, it allows the the user to reach almost beyond superhuman physical feats of sheer strength and resilience for a limited time that goes no more than a single minute before it becomes guaranteed suicide.
By suffusing the entire body with a ludicrous, near suicidal amount of one's own life energy, they turn into an near unstoppable juggernaut both in strength and toughness respectively. Their muscles become massively empowered, sinews turn to threads of iron while tendons and bones harden into steel. The user is allowed to command terrifying power, but for a great price for every second of it.
For each second that passes, their very same source of great power tears their body apart from the inside, not even near the single minute limit muscles begin to tear and contort, sinews snap like twigs while the user's heartbeat escalates to the point that the heart is merely vibrating in place rather than beating, while some blood vessels may burst and tendons break. Inevitably if held for long enough, the user dies an agonizing death. Killed by their own power.
Even if not passing the single minute limit, merely initiating this ability causes a degree of self-harm.
- Destructive Eruption:
The user raises their foot and stomps it on the ground after charging Flame Burst on their foot, sending the volatile energies underneath the ground around that suddenly erupts upwards, breaking the earth and showering anyone caught within the immediate vicinity of the user in flames and rocky shrapnel.
Summary of backstory:
// ( Brief disclaimer, I sincerely apologize for the length even if it is meant to be a summary, I got too carried away in its creation and wrote a bit too much, once again, apologies for that, and any mistakes I may have overlooked. )
Born as one of the many eggs that were laid during the Dragonmaw's reign and control over the red dragonflight. From the moment of her inception within the confines of Grim Batol the world was an uncompromising, sadistic and yet an effective teacher within these cold, stone walls. It was harsh and it was cruel. It left nothing to interpretation and it cared not for who she was as it retained its brutality in equal measure both to her and every sister and brother that stood beside her.
Her very first memories of hatching weren't founded in the loving embrace of a mother or father, or in a warm place that she could find safety in either. But within a circle composed of whelps like her, in the same hell as her, huddling up against one another to share their body warmth with one another as the chamber they were on purpose placed to hatch within was torturously cold and damp, the conditions were barely tolerable for the eggs to hatch without complications. Those that didn't have the strength nor the will to persist passed away in silence, some didn't even get to hatch - Yet even so their dead bodies were still useful to the still living and struggling in acting as insulation from the cold.
The ones that died as a result were eventually pushed out, or dragged in to the perimeter of the circle by the living whelps to insulate the still living from the harsh temperatures, a decision that had to be made on the spot if they were to survive. Cruel as it may have sounded but there was no other way, sacrifices have to be made in order for some to survive.
Those that did survive, the ones strong enough to persist and thrive even when the odds were stacked against them, it was those that the Dragonmaw clan wanted, the strong ones that natural selection favored and not the weak ones that wouldn't survive a few blows in combat. They would accept only the strongest as their personal battle mounts.
The early stages of Nel's life, and of her brothers and sisters wasn't pretty by any means. Growing up they were isolated from the elder and more matured dragons that were kept in a separate chamber from where the whelplings were held so they would not be exposed to worthless values such as morality or a sense of self. In the same way that a farming implement didn't question its purpose, so did the Dragonmaw intended for them to be nothing more than what they needed to be. Vicious and deadly mounts bred for warfare that were referred to with just mere number designations to distinguish one from the other like cattle.
However even in those extreme circumstances under an oppressive watch, they still found room and ways to grow in secret when the Beastmasters weren't keeping a very tight leash on them, they socialized and they shared their hopes and dreams, sympathized with one another, cared for one another. They grew up on their own, building their unique personalities regardless of the efforts of the Orcs to otherwise prevent it.
It was also in those moments they had together in which Nel received her name from one of her brothers, something that had become common among them as a sort of "tradition" so to say, someone would name you, and you would have to name them. Even if they didn't know what a proper name for their flight was, and they couldn't possibly know in their isolation. They felt proud of their new names, it was theirs and theirs alone. It gave them hope, perhaps a fake one ultimately, but it kept them going strong, and that is all that truly mattered. That one day all of their struggles and their suffering would have mattered, this hope and camaraderie brought forth a collective will within all of the young whelps, that some-day and some-time, someone will make it out of this hell. As long as that one person would manage to escape, all this misery and pain would not have been in vain.
However, hopes and dreams were fleeting, and to the Orcs, total loyalty and obedience were the only desired traits out of them. Those that were found too willful or defiant were seen to with swift punishments of unimaginable torture delivered, not to them individually, but instead to the entire group they were part of, they were made to watch what their foolishness brought upon their friends.
Not only did the Dragonmaw wish to break their spirits to build them back up from zero with such treatments, it also wished to create distrust and animosity within their group early in time before they could forge strong enough bonds. As all would suffer for the wrongs of one until they either learned, or the group would -force- them to learn so the group itself wouldn't suffer any longer. Which caused public outbursts of disobedience to slim down to near zero, as the very bond they had forged was turned against them and made into shackles over their spirits by the cunning Beastmasters.
Likewise, those that displayed obedience were gifted with better living conditions and additional food, a near immunity to punishments and regarded with more care than the rest in order to make them cease caring for their brothers and sisters eventually, for if they obeyed the Dragonmaw they would find themselves living better and not suffering nearly as much.
All they had to do, was just betray their own.
This was made evident when one of the whelps betrayed their own by informing one of the Beastmasters on what the other whelps have been doing, spilling out everything, even their wishes to escape and the half-baked plans to perform such, but most importantly - the names of those who came up with them.
Nel herself would never forget what happened the next day, in the dark of night during the sleeping hours, the Beastmasters marched in as the young whelps were sleeping. Without consideration for them or restraint to their actions they quickly began to capture key figures amongst the many. With information from their newly gained informant. Those that were singled out by them were selectively picked and executed, the perceived "centers" of the group, the pillars that kept everyone's hopes up. They would rip them away from the group - And days later they would toss the tortured, mangled corpse into the chamber to set an example.
For Nel this would haunt her for her entire life, as the very one she was named by and which she named herself was part of those that were made an example of.
Soon, the bonds between whelps as they grew into drakes would be broken and those wise enough that wished to survive would isolate themselves and hold mistrust and even animosity for their own brothers and sisters - It wasn't unheard of for violence to break out between each other under from false suspicions and paranoia, Nel wouldn't be a stranger to such an outrage, especially when she found out just who it was that sold out her closest friend.
Unfortunately for the informant, they found out that the Beastmasters wouldn't break up a fight for them, not a single beastmaster intervened when Nel made her move and assaulted them, the poor informant felt the bitter taste of karma bite them back for their betrayal in the form of vengeful jaws and claws. No one stepped in to save him, neither his kin nor the beastmasters, they all observed as the informant would be assaulted. The informant's cries and pleas did little to dissuade the vengeful Nel from tearing their throat out for what they had done, no matter how much regret they had for their actions and tried to excuse them, her friend was dead because of them and nothing in the world would change that, while the death of the informant perhaps would bring some relief to her pain. Something which she would later find out, only became a source of self-hatred and regret.
The clan didn't punish her for this action, if anything, they endorsed it and complimented her viciousness, she was rewarded with a better meal for the day. That savage and fierce behavior is what they wanted out of them, and they would condition them to eventually like it themselves even if they wouldn't admit it.
This in return made the distrust and animosity that was shared within the group of drakes that once were sworn comrades turn into outright concealed hostility. The bond that once was there was broken, erased by the mind games played on them by the clan. All that was left to a greater degree was instinct, pure survival instinct. An instinct that didn't discriminate one from the other based on if they are the same kin or not.
Eventually, there would be less deaths resulting from the punishments the Orcs delivered, and more from the desperate drakes vying for the right to survive. It turned them vicious and cruel, able to maim, maul and kill their own without hesitation. The Orcs capitalized on this by forcing them to do so, with each month they would limit the number of drakes that they would feed - They would have to earn their place to get their food, and it was obvious how they would have to achieve that when there was too little food, and too many of them.
This all happened in the span of four years, until a dozen of drakes were left from a collective of twenty-five. Those that survived either had completely abandoned their kin and were polished into fine tuned killing machines obedient fully to the Orcs, or did what they had to do to survive while constantly having to remind themselves that they didn't have a choice, and had to live carrying the burden of their sins.
These that survived this cycle of training, as there were fresh whelps underway soon, were collared and also fitted with rings on their horns, that boasted their designation number and also were enchanted by eldritch magics that allowed the rider to forcefully put them in line with a lash of horrible pain should they try to rebel.
Nel eventually managed to earn her freedom at year 9 ADP, in a joint operation with blackrock orcs to take over an outpost situated at the northern border of the hinterlands which was placed on top of the foundations of a supply line that was instrumental in providing logistical support for units further into the hinterlands. Riders moved closer into position to the target in the dead of night in advance and the assault commenced in the break of dawn, before most of the soldiers were awake.
The operation was a success to the clan, but to Nel even more so.
She managed to earn her freedom thanks in part to being struck by a storm hammer, which caused her to fall and smash through the rooftop of a barracks building, as fate smiled upon her for once, she managed to adopt the disguise of a cowardly deceased elf that was hiding in horror, which part of the rubble from the roof struck and killed on the spot.
Thankfully her rider was also seemingly killed, as she landed with her back against the roof, with enough force to kill most mortals riding a drake.
She took the spare armor set that the deceased elf didn't get the time, or had the will anymore to wear, and attempted to escape out of the building. However her supposedly deceased rider survived and intervened in her escape plan. She was already weak from the injuries she was inflicted by the stormhammer and the fall itself, so the Orc had no issue in roughening her up even more than she was, until the amount of noise he made attracted the defending alliance soldiers into the building, which led to his death, and the subsequent rescue of Nel, which was taken with the Alliance soldiers that soon fled from the outpost as they couldn't maintain their defenses anymore.
Regarded as an amnesiac from harsh physical trauma suffered from an Orc's blow, she was rehabilitated for two years and went through a crash course of all things related to the important parts of history and the current state of affairs of the world as it is. Once she finished her time in rehabilitation she was soon reintegrated back into the Alliance military as a private and granted a new legal name and identity.
From that moment onwards she was known as Nelareth Silverwing, a name that she chose for herself. As she still wished to retain the name she was given by her deceased friend years ago within that decrepit hellish place. Once her training in boot camp was finished, of which barely phased her mentally as she had endured far worse before, she was immediately transferred into an infantry regiment in which her service began in earnest to the Alliance.
From year 11 to 14 not much happened in her service, the most notable parts would be her promotion to corporal and finding again the three soldiers that saved her before in that outpost at the borders of the hinterlands, even if they did not know the truth themselves about her, They became one of her only true friends that she would ever make at that time.
Regardless of what her commanders thought from what she had displayed, namely her nearly fanatical devotion to serving her nation, she only was determined to use the military in order to get her eventual payback against the Horde, nothing else mattered as much as this single goal, and her blood boiled at the mere mention of the Orcs or the Horde itself, she accounted all of them responsible within the horde for supporting the Dragonmaw's acts of cruelty upon her brothers, sisters and herself.
Eventually, she was diagnosed as an insomniac. For reasons not known to the others but only to herself she'd find that sleep wasn't free of torment either, the memories from Grim Batol lingered, and reminded herself each time she managed to go to sleep how powerless she was to everything, how she watched without being able to help, how much she suffered and how she even killed even her own kin to survive.
Her memories repeatedly assaulted her sleep, and she was unable to explain her pain to anyone, how could she? She killed by herself friends of people she served with here in that outpost by burning them alive. Who would even trust, if not condemn and kill her on the spot for what she had done?
She swallowed her anguish with bitter self-hatred and moved on, becoming more reckless with time - She didn't plan to live long herself at that point, she just sought to at least redeem herself in the battlefield to be absolved of her burden.
Around year 18, now as a devoted sergeant and still alive after near a decade of exemplary service in spite of her questionable mental health, she found herself near the top of her company's performance, and command found her a waste to be left to dry as an average rank and file soldier, they decided that her talent and devotion could be utilized more efficiently than as mere fodder. Hence, she was hand-picked by the brass to go through the evaluation trials of the 7th legion to see if she had what it took to join the elite.
After several weeks of harsh trials and tests conducted by the 7th legion's coaches, only a few remained that didn't wash out. Amidst those, Nelareth was one of them.
Her aptitude for warfare, unyielding determination and cunning nature allowed her to proceed, and even be personally overlooked by one of the commanders that saw within her a potential to evolve her even more, one that went by the name of Roy Harrington.
That same commander in the years to come would be seen almost like a foster father figure for her. When her traumatic events would come to torture her mind, he would help her, not inquiring of her a single thing about it. He came to assume that some of her "forgotten" memories came back to haunt her at sometime during her training.
The old commander had his own share of traumatic memories that haunted him every night as well, so he didn't need any more reason to comfort someone in the same pain as he. In the same light as this, he tutored her in tactics, strategy, technique and even gave her further guidance in her career.
in year 20 Nelareth would be deployed into her first ever battlefield within southern Lordaeron, Strahnbrad, where Orc uprisings began to break out which forced the Alliance to take decisive measures against. Alongside with the retinue of normal troops was an element of elite legionnaires that would spearhead offensive operations, one of those being Nel herself.
Her hatred and wrath only further escalated with each operation against the orcs and bandits that were nested in Strahnbrad, each sight of a cage, orc and slaver in her path instilled bitter anger in her heart that nearly overpowered logic and reason, and she took no little satisfaction in killing all of them with almost no remorse alongside the other soldiers, as people like them were worse than scum for her who suffered under the horrible nature of slavery once already.
Her bottled-up fury truly became manifest once the lightbringer and the prince initiated the assault against the blackrock encampment, witnessing innocent civilians all having been mercilessly butchered just like her kin back in Grim Batol.
Woman, man and child, none were spared; and It was the breaking point for her composure as something deep inside her just snapped at that point, and it demanded that she'd have it no other way than the slaughtering of any orc found in her path, fortunately the prince himself was of a similar disposition in slaughtering any and every orc found alive in the encampment.
No soldier in her squad ever witnessed her like this before, as she always had a professional and cold composure at every step of the way until now. This fierce and vicious outburst only served to terrify a few of them from the radical change in personality. She'd even go as far as to use her bare hands if necessary to choke the life out of the filth before her. She looked almost like an unhinged beast to them, which was not too much far off the truth at that time.
Much of the third war continued with similar additional trials and challenges both physical and mental. Thankfully for her, her commander wouldn't allow her mind to be totally consumed by the pain her mind suffered from. He'd put her in line and remind her whenever she would get close to the line of what the difference between a beast and a soldier was. However even still, he understood her feelings, for he essentially felt the same. But he didn't wish for her to become nothing better as a result by letting her destroy herself. His assistance was invaluable in this, and prevented her from becoming something truly ugly.
Additionally, she faced off against the undead for the first time as well during the third war, one of the few things that could earn her full disgust, contempt and perhaps pity.
The years passed like flowing water and she became acquainted to the harsh nature of conflict and combat, something that always was in her blood from an early age. Convinced by her own still burning hatred amplified by the propaganda of the military that wormed its way inside of her head that dehumanized and demonized the enemy, she believed in her own delusional beliefs, and she didn't cease in her selfish crusade at all as a result until much later, or considered that there may be something else for her in life than the constant battling.
Much like any other veteran eventually, she began to find it hard to acclimate or to understand the lives of normal civilians or to express the emotions that she was trained to subdue and suppress far better than before, logic and reason was mandatory if one was to survive, emotional impulses only got you and your friends killed faster.
Whenever she was not found in combat, she'd be training or isolating herself to deal with other issues mainly concerning of her own psyche, constantly subduing and suppressing memories of old actively with any means possible. Picking up habits of other veterans to try and find some relief, from drinking to smoking when given pause from combat, and wiith how harsh the war was, she couldn't be blamed, it was expected that some like her would turn to such in order to keep going.
She found herself even more emotional and broken than before in due time eventually, witnessing unbearable horrors and the deaths of many comrades. Along the suffering that followed from the all too sudden revelation that she never once was loved in her life by observing the happy families and children playing around her in villages and towns along their marching path when they would return home only added salt to the open wound.
Eventually, she even lost her faith in the world and the concept that things will get better due in no small part to the horrors of war she experienced that changed her view on many, many things. Eventually even her view on the Orcs shifted, which caused all manner of inconsistent beliefs to sprout. Seeing how a majority of the prisoners of war weren't any much different than she and her comrades were, that they were people too, she began to doubt herself gradually and the conditioning shaken at its fundamentals.
Yet she was too far in to stop now, and regardless those were just the exception to the rule, or so she thought as she struggled with her newfound affliction of cognitive dissonance, trying to desperately excuse her own wrongful and horrible acts of slaughter up to this point.
It didn't matter how strong she became in time regardless as she always was weak in her mind, her twisted mind unable to even understand what it truly wanted for itself, warping her own judgement with delusions made her think that obtaining greater skill and power would make her stronger, all the while ignoring what was just in-front of her.
Her comrades, the comrades who did care for her even if she didn't acknowledge their attempts in showing it. Deep down, she wanted happiness and a place to belong, and people who would care for her. However she couldn't even understand her own self by that point, lost within a winding maze of dead ends and hollow motivations of her own making. But the illusion was already unraveling before her, and fast.
Through multiple warfronts and covert operations, the years went by and she had nearly become an emotionless shadow of her former self in order to cope with everything, even she didn't realize what she ironically gradually started to resemble with her behavior, and what she denied the Dragonmaw the pleasure of becoming in the past before.
A well-oiled, obedient and polished killing machine.
She kept serving no matter her state however, far and wide throughout the years, conflict to conflict, from the desolate plains of outland, to the harsh deserts of Silithus and the tainted Eastern Plaguelands, all the way to the freezing lands of Northrend.
She soldiered on no matter the price that was to be paid for each hollow victory that sapped part of her soul every time, little by little, war always took something out of everyone who took part in it, be it their body or mind, war always collected its due, namely part of her sanity.
During the cataclysm she found herself in all manners of operations against twilight hammer cultists and the forsaken in Gilneas after the invasion. She even witnessed dragons fighting alongside them at a few times in operations against twilight cultists which were aided by the black dragons themselves. However she didn't try to interact with the allied dragons, she felt unworthy of their attention and that she didn't belong with those noble creatures anymore even if she was one of them, she only reflected their visage in her true form but not their benevolent nature, bereft of the kind of sins she had committed.
However there was no eagerness in her anymore for combat, for her it became nothing more than an forced obligation now after the delusions and excuses lost their charm and effect. She came to completely lose her initial motivation for fighting against the Horde, and in the end, felt absolutely empty and devoid of purpose once the real weight of her actions came crushing down on her.
She eventually came to only wish that her prolonged and silent suffering would end eventually, and she swore that before another one of her comrades would die, she'd die in their place so perhaps they may survive long enough to hopefully avoid her mistakes, that nothing positive awaits them in a world full of conflict.
With enough hope as well they would retire from this vicious cycle of endless violence, one that seduces you with hollow promises of revenge and justice, but eventually betrays you after it uses you up and tosses you away for a new and younger replacement to take your spot.
During the third invasion of the legion is where she nearly found her release from life that she so desired. At the northern-most reaches of the broken shores.
She initially made landfall on the broken shores with the Third fleet to reinforce the first assault wave that met with a terrible fate, Nelareth, her company and the entirety of the relief force advanced onwards taking territory after territory, linking up with clusters of surviving first wave survivors and continuing their duty, but they soon became bogged down by heavy demonic resistance that threatened to bring their momentum to a grinding halt up north, eventually through dogged determination and nerves of steel they managed to salvage the momentum of their assault before it was brought to a halt and kept moving onwards as they pierced through enemy lines with all they had. Knowing that there was a rear element guarding their advance they kept pushing even if the losses would accumulate, there was no victory without sacrifice, everyone knew it and in the honor of their fallen brethren pushed the attack with greater intensity than ever before. Furthermore by coincidence Nelareth managed to linked up with what were her three old friends that had saved her back in the Hinterlands. Who were deployed like her by the Third fleet as part of the relief force but in another unit from hers.
However unknown to them, their success in breaking through the enemy lines was engineered to be by the legion's strategicians, the lines of demons weren't pushed back by their ferocity, rather they themselves retreated slowly to give the illusion of struggle to let the foolish mortals walk blindly into their trap. The moment Nelareth's company over-reached into the territory of the demonic forces, they instantly were ambushed at their rear by troops who remained and hid as they charged past them all according to plan, and then swiftly cut them off from the supporting element once they came into play, using the element of surprise and lighting attacks they eventually encircled them, there was nowhere to escape and there was nothing else but demons at every side and angle.
The vanguard element found itself thrown into a dire situation as felguards and other kinds of demons funneled in from everywhere, the soldiers barely could hold them back and eventually began to succumb under the heavy and relentless assault that left them no room to breathe, Nelareth as well found herself in a horrible situation as well, battered and injured from previous confrontations in the spearheading of their charge, it didn't seem like she would escape her fate for long now as things appeared. Normally she would have accepted her death at the hands of the demons, they were completely outplayed and it was but a matter of time until all of them would be killed - She would have valiantly let this be her company's last stand if it was not for her three oldest friends caught in the same situation as her.
It took all her strength of will to overcome her own mentality and the stigma that her trauma left upon her, but she wasn't about to betray the very oath she made to herself to not allow any more comrades of her to die in-front of her.
For the first time in decades, she finally unveiled her true form in all of its sanguine glory, not in the selfish intent of saving her life, but the lives of her comrades and friends that she would no longer accept to see dead or worse in the tyrannical hands of the legion. Now even greater in size than the last time as she grew considerably through the decades, she set forth with newfound resolve on clearing the rear from the demons to allow her friends and comrades to link up with the supporting element. However it wasn't easy even if she had grown stronger than before for the demons all saw a massive, red target at which they tossed every form of artillery and magic at to destroy, but that is ultimately what she wanted, she needed them to focus on her for long enough so her friends could escape, and she wouldn't accept death until she would see the escape of her friends through.
She let forth a guttural and mighty roar as she returned each blow dealt to her with a stream of scorching flames that would ignite several demons with it. Once she eventually cleared a path for her comrades however, she didn't join them. She decided for herself that this would be it, there was no greater place to die in than here and now. All in the purpose of defending something for once that she cherished, those being the few friends that she had made and which somehow stuck with her no matter how hard she tried to distance herself from them. This was her time of redemption and the knowledge of that alone made her for once in a long time be at peace with herself.
No matter the arguments her friends made to make her reconsider, she wouldn't retreat with them, she insisted that instead she would hold the line and give them the needed time to flee. Hesitant at first, but understanding of her reasons, her friends bitterly began their retreat after bidding her a last farewell, understanding and respecting her choice even if they wished to assist her, knowing that her sacrifice would mean nothing if they died along with her. They knew that the demons would follow their track if nothing stood between their retreat and that they would be easily caught up with and eliminated along with the rear element as the demons would have pushed onwards with the momentum they would surely have gained if allowed.
It was there where Nelareth supposedly made her last stand, letting loose with all the anger, hatred and regret that she had accumulated throughout her entire life into the ranks of demons with reckless abandon, her war cry echoed through the region as did the sounds of her wrath as she pushed through grievous wounds and certain death with her sheer tenacity and newfound resolve. Felguards and minor demons fell like wheat to a scythe in her fierce counter-attack, however two more would appear where one perished like a hydra.
Eventually she reached a point where she couldn't fight anymore, her own limbs couldn't carry her any longer and the debilitating wounds she was inflicted upon finally pierced through her determination, causing her to collapse. However as her consciousness began to unravel before her, the sounds of wings joined the victorious war cries of the demons, which soon turned into screams before flames and death crashed down upon them before Nelareth went unconscious, it appeared that no matter what she believed herself, her time did not come, not just yet.
Fallen into a coma from her debilitating injuries, it took long before she could wake up, and even longer until the grievous wounds she was dealt with would heal. She was forced to lie down and preserve her strength in order to heal up. Finding herself in what appeared to be a concealed catacomb system where others of her kind part of some foreign organization to her hid after suffering a major defeat at the hands of the enemy and rescued her as she was in their path, yet even seemingly defeated, they still fiercely fought with fangs and claws to free their leader, that was the information she could gleam while she would recuperate, eventually they even managed to reclaim their former home from the clutches of the legion, and in time after those events, the injuries over her body would be almost restored. However her mind left still in disarray, and almost all attempts of the more sociable dragons to pry into her past and origins through conversation found little success, other than her odd name that was befitting of a mortal rather than a dragon. Which she eventually altered to embrace a proper name herself, as if to signify a new start, "Nelstrasza".
However, she didn't hold any animosity against them beyond her reluctance of revealing her past or socializing with them - If anything her actions constantly proved the opposite as some part of her wished to change and give penance for her sins, and in the effort of achieving such she helped wherever she could while she would recuperate. Be it assisting in mending others that were injured like her even if her body itself was still in mending itself, or performing menial tasks that otherwise would be relegated to the likes of mortal servants. She saw herself less than worthless in comparison to her related kin and sparsely talked with them as a result, likewise she slept just as little in order to avoid her nightmares, even if attempts were made by the more compassionate to convince her otherwise and to open up more, they found her a tough nut to crack.
Anyone with experience could tell that she was clearly troubled and disturbed by something inside. Scarred by some untold past in which the collar around her neck and riveted rings on her horns would be a pivotal part of and clearly betray much of without her even requiring to tell anything, something that especially a fellow red dragon would pick up on. Which is also a reason why she favors a mortal form, she doesn't appreciate her shame to be flaunted around for everyone to see.
But, there may yet perhaps be some light at the end of the tunnel for her, a chance to rediscover the parts of herself that she lost long ago. For her this is an opportunity for penance and a new start hopefully. However this journey will be arduous and difficult, especially in overcoming the stigmas of her past and the feelings of guilt riveted tightly to them.
Now healed up, she is prepared to do her part in the bigger picture of things, to serve for something beyond selfish indulgence in revenge or meaningless conflicts that bring nothing of worth to the world itself.
She is ready to make her service count towards a better future for once.
Is this your first time at dragon roleplay, or do you have experience?:
I have roleplayed several dragon characters, however that was two or so years ago.
Have you fully read this guild's Tomes of Ancient Times forum, and are fully aware of the content of your dragonflight and the guild's rules and content?:
Have you understood Heartwing's current timeline?:
Do you fully understand your dragonflight's lore, and other essential lore information:
I fully understand my dragonflight's lore, however I may slip-up occasionally as I'm not an expert in lore.
Your character's reason to join Heartwing:
Nelstrasza seeks to join Heartwing in order to, as it has been clear by now, find redemption for the atrocious sins she has committed throughout her life in the service of a military that took advantage of her naive nature and only further acted to abuse it for their own benefit. Making her feel secure within the hollow beliefs and delusions of justice they put into her head that convinced her that she was doing the right thing. They constantly tried to dehumanize her enemy with various means of propaganda that made them no better than the Dragonmaw itself once she realized too late the true extent of her folly.
Now with her eyes opened, but her mind still maimed from trauma, she tries to make things right and set herself on a better path, and in that, she sees Heartwing as the last option that is left for her to still do some form of good in the world by utilizing the only meaningful skills she had obtained through warfare in the purpose of serving something greater, something that had the wellbeing of the world as a whole, not the profit of nobles or the stroking of the ego of royalty in mind. Along with that, she seeks to if accepted to defend her family and those alongside her to her last breath with great devotion.
(OOC) What is your reason to join Heartwing:
I have recently had my interest after these odd two or so years rekindled in dragon roleplay, in one way or another from influences I can't quite pin down. This led me to search for a place to satisfy my need to seriously roleplay as a dragon, and looking at my available and few options, this guild eventually became the clear choice and I decided that I would give it a go at joining the guild to other than simply scratch the itch per say, to have some fun while creating unforgettable and timeless memories created with the people here, and probably make some for them as well with this character.