Physical Description
Only a soldier for the last 4 years, her lack of dominating physique is replaced with a furvor toward both the house she serves and the Blood Knight ideal. The Third War left her scarred, causing her to wear her hair partway into her face.
Known Personality
Overall, she is quiet and content to follow someone else's light. In love with the personification of Blood Knights, she attempts to always act in what she deems they would behave. With those who don't hold the same ideal, there is some scorn but always left unsaid. Family politics is something to be avoided whenever possible. Well aware that she is a pawn in a larger game against their enemies, but finds it utterly repulsive to play that same game between members of the same bloodline.
Character History
Early life:
Life was simple as a young child. Growing up amongst the high households, her father was one of the many in charge of maintaining the massive Runestones that protect the borders of Quel'Thalas. They often visited Silvermoon city on some business trip or another, but never for long as her home was at the edges of the Elven territories. Raised as the child of a minor official, her duties were few, her free time expansive. Groomed to one day wed into an influential household, she held no interests in the arcane nor martial arts. Directionless, she was happy enough to simply become an uninteresting wife to a man that would benefit her family line.
Her father being a worry wart par none, Esere was always doubtful of the "looming threat" at their borders. After all, the Sunwell graced the High Elves with it's power and stability. Even the Greyseer household far to the south received it's bounty. After their journey to the Eastern Kingdoms and initial skirmishes with the trolls that had claimed the land before them, war had become a thing of the past. What was there now to fear from a few hundred trolls in the woods? Even the wars in the human lands seemed like tales of the past with no more meaning than the stories spoken to children at night to warn them of the perils of staying up past their bedtimes.
The Second War:
Hard to imagine a life during war, it would be like trying to explain what snow is like to someone who's only heard about it or read of it in books. You could never explain the the feel of delicate flakes caught in your finger tips to melt moments later, nor the sight of pure white stretching out to the horizon and beyond. When the wardrums sounded, her skepticism was the first victim.
It was her Father's stone that broke first. Those that were not killed in the blast were then overrun by the blood frenzied trolls and orcs as they pounded through the now ruined barriers. Those who were not defending against the onslaught were ordered to withdraw further into Quel'Thalas, to seek refuge amongst the people until the soldiers could push the invaders back to their forsaken lands. Word had already been magically sent to the capital city, the Elrendar'Nel army was already marching.
The escapees fled northward, spreading word to the elves that didn't know of the bloodshed to the south. Esere and her mother were amongst them, Esere coping with the situation far better than her parent. The first hour of their flight was hurried, in tears, but the older woman grew more unresponsive as time wore on and the miles of their journey began increasing.
They stopped at the Sanctum of the Sun, where many others had started to gather. The injured were tended to, the grieving spoken to. Esere's mother was taken into personal care by one of the priestesses there, leaving incompetent Esere to do what she will. Standing amidst so many disheartened elves and faced with her own ignorance, she began to actually do something. Bandages were passed out, meals distributed out amongst her fellow evacuees, buried the injured who never recovered.
They were not safe there, the barbarian forces had followed them. Those who were able moved northward again as the assembled army went to meet their persuers. Esere lost her mother during the chaos of that time; many of the priestess to the Sanctum were also never seen again, like so many others.
When the raiders were finally repelled, the elves began leaving. Some would return to their homes, attempting to repair their broken lives, the broken borders. Others, like Esere, would attempt to make their lives anew. Without parents, without a dowry, she moved throughout Silvermoon, maiding where ever she could. Smaller households had no need of yet another hired hand, larger households often had too many politics that ended up with the newest being left with blame whenever anything went wrong.
News spread of the upcoming union of House Rellen'thas and Nerel'thos. She traveled to Suncrown village, ready to perhaps find a permanent home. Amid all the normal disorder of an addition to an already large household, she did find work, one of a handful of handmaidens to Cyndesta. Within that first happy year, she had managed to stay out of most gossip circles, earning a precious home after so many years wandering and a true friend in Cyndesta.
The Third War:
This time, she was far more prepared. As the household rushed to leave their hereditary home, she was amongst them gathering valuables and helping lead staff and family from the village toward the capital. Accompanied by a token group of Suncrown guards, they began to trek into North Quel'Thalas. Several trolls, seperated from the main seige on Suncrown found their group of servants and family too young to fight not a day's travel from their beloved homes. The guards defended the Suncrowns well, yet one broke free from the wall of sword and shields.
Charging directly at the huddled mass of servants, Esere plucked up the elf child that was too frightened to move, mostly missing the giant axe that swung down intending to kill them both. The edge did mark the right side of her face, leaving a scar that she would forever afterward hide behind her hair.
Upon reaching Silvermoon, the assembled staff began setting up a temporary residence. It felt like weeks since they'd left most everything behind, but it had only been a few days until the first new members of their house began trickling into the city. Stories of death and heroism, revenge and remorse filled the streets, Esere, hungry for news of the family she served and their battle prowess, was found amongst the medic halls and at the very fringes of military conclaves.
Originally helpless as a child, she'd matured much between the wars, finding peace in serving at the Suncrown house and then later the allure of battle. Drawn in by the romanticism, she wondered if she had the skill to wield blade and board to take back their territories. With her mistress's husband joining the Blood Knights within that same year, her curiousity grew ever stronger. After some time, she did approach Cyndesta, eager to still serve as a vassal to the house, but wishing to also serve by another means.
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