Sporebat Loves Characters: Humans (and kinda human things) Edition
Eillian Locke was a young man, a new-made Knight when he followed Anduin Lothar's company to Draenor. Trapped behind the Dark Portal for twenty years, he grew up - and grew older - in Honor Hold, fighting a seemingly endless barrage of Legion forces. He stayed in Outland even when contact with Azeroth was re-established, out of duty, but also out of a sense of the broken planet having become a home.
He barely recognized the rebuilt Stormwind when he finally got to set eyes on it, after all.
He should have retired when they called him back at last. He wasn't young anymore, a hundred old injuries made him ill-suited for life in heavy armor and shield. Instead, he was sent to Pandaria to help young officers learn to survive without supply chains in a land where the very earth seemed to turn against one. Familiar conditions, even if the terrain was drastically different than Hellfire Peninsula.
A chance encounter with a wounded enemy led him to a pandaren house in the woods for aid. In turn, this lead to several discussions about his present and future, and the adoption of different means of waging war.
Ivoria Tailor was only supposed to be an assistant to the old magus who had both his mundane and ritual garments made in her father's shop. The kind of position with which a young merchant-class girl could do good by herself.
The natural intelligence that made her a competent ritual assistant made her an even more competent apprentice. More competent than the magus' actual apprentice, even, even if his antiquated Dalaran-taught prejudice made it a hard thing for him to admit. She devoured the secrets of the arcane like a ravenous animal inside the old man's sanctum, almost oblivious to the natoinal turmoil going on outside the walls until she found herself right in the middle of it.
Afflicted with the worgen curse while aiding an assembly of senior wizards in trying to undo it, Ivy struggled at first to balance her new feral urges with her civilized and intellectual side. A side-effect of the concentration required to maintain her human shape even after the Ritual of Goldrinn left her unable to use offensive or active magic, except in wolf's skin.
In time, she has come to both accept and cherish her heightened strength and senses. Sometimes she thinks she can smell the crackle of magic itself - a little like ozone and a little like dust.
Danilys Scathfell seldom leaves the Highlands of her birth, venturing down into Dwarven lands for supplies (and occasionally, when the weather in Arathi gets too bad to camp). The majority of her family, including her aging parents, have left Stromgarde for other places, safer or otherwise. She has lost an uncle and a couple of cousins on foreign soil and has no desire to be a part of Stormwind's wars.
Instead, she writes letters to her parents, who take the reports from Arathi Basin and lobby for aid for the kingdom among Stormwind's powerful citizens. She raises hawks and hunts for League of Arathor cookpots. Officially, she's a scout and a supply gatherer, but her marksmanship skills get put to use against far more than game.
Marisela Leynier grew up in Tyr's Hand, one of the last bastions of humanity left in the Plaguelands. The daughter of one of the city's armorers, she was raised with the faith militant of the Scarlet Crusade. Taller and broader and stronger than the few other girls her age in the city, she learned her father's trade and dreamed of following her elder brother, trained to the priesthood, when he was sent to Northrend with High General Abbendis' forces
She was drafted into the remnants of the Crusade as a young teenager - too young to question the only life she'd known, and deployed from the city into a post the Plaguelands. Spared this way in being turned into an undead abomination like the rest of Tyr's Hand's citizens, she was retrieved by an Argent patrol who managed to talk her into laying her hammer down and coming with them. Sent first to Hearthglen, then to Stormwind, she is both in the service and the custody of the Church of the Light, working under an armorer and dreaming of going back to help finish reclaiming her homeland from the undead.
Kate Risard used her pretty face and a touch of magic in the service of Crowley's rebellion. She charmed royalist secrets out of king's officers and petty nobles, and helped pass information along that saved rebel lives. Eventually, her pretty face and touch of magic wasn't enough to save her when she was discovered and arrested.
She danced on the air as the first whispers of the worgen curse started to spread through her homeland, and was dead before it spread to almost the entire nation. The Forsaken invasion of Gilneas meant that her corpse didn't stay at rest, however, and the pretty rebel from Pyrewood was raised into Sylvanas' army.
She seems to have adapted to her condition well enough. Being among people who can't be swayed by a pretty face (and her face being a little less pretty these days) was the hardest thing to get over, but that touch of magic, with study, has blossomed into more than a touch to compensate.
