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Alyarus Sarron

Alias: The Seductive Bandit, reputation of using her charm to lure in potential victims

Residence: Stormwind

Birthplace: Eversong Woods

Race: High Elf

Class: Outlaw Pirate

Age: 216

Known family: Moraliuen Sarron, of the Horde

Physical description:

Approximately 5'4 with a petite build. Carrying most of her weight in her lower body in her thighs and hips. Has smaller breasts and a bit of muscle tone in her arms, back and stomach. Eyes are bright blue with one scarred and dull due to an injury at the hands of a bounty hunter. Hair goes past her shoulders and can fluctuate from a dark red to orangish color from exposure to the sun. Skin tends to remain pale but does tan occasionally.

Personality:

Alyarus is ultimately driven by a strong will to survive. She is willing to resort to desperate measures without a second thought. Her life has mostly felt like a battle of survival between a lack of funds or threats to her physical safety. Growing up Alyarus often felt helpless. She takes pride in her ability to come out on the other side of dangerous situations and overcome. Often she comes off as contentious or antagonistic, but she is also a very curious person with good observational skills. She can also be incredibly vulnerable with little effort, but ready to bite back at anyone who takes advantage of her. It's possible that she puts herself in vulnerable situations specifically to prove to herself that she is capable even in her weakest moments.

Current status:

Pardoned for past crimes by the Kingdom of Stormwind because of her extensive service to Kul'Tiras, and by extension the Alliance, during the Fourth War.

Rarely partakes in sailing or pirate activities these days. Can often be found wandering Stormwind restlessly reflecting on what she wants from the world as a relatively young elf.

Notes

Loosely inspired by Nami from One Piece

Character backstory explored in The Seductive Bandit series on this blog (some developments on profile not yet touched on) linked below (parts 1&2 combined).

Would love to find someone to commission for accurate artwork of Alyarus. Preferably someone with a more realistic style or something resembling the style of WoW or shonen anime or western action cartoons. If you have any suggestions for artists please lemme know c: (feel free to make fanart if you're inspired by the profile or story, but I would like to pay for someone with a style I like to draw her.)

Vontez Cronart

Residence: Alterac Mountains

Birthplace: Alterac Kingdom

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Age: 39 (current day)

Physical description:

Vontez is a burly man. Taller than most at about 6'6 with a large build. Large hands, wide hips and an even wider upper back, barrel chest and legs like an ox, all make it no surprise that he possesses a wealth of raw physical strength. He's hairy with dark hair, eyes, and a light brown skintone. Usually seen in full plate armor and a hooded cloak.

Personality:

Vontez is a bit of a loner. He's incredibly skeptical of the organization of government between the two factions. He follows his oath as a Paladin and holds few people dear to him. There may be a soft side beneath his rugged exterior.

Current Status:

"When I was a boy Orcs walked the streets of my kingdom. Not as invaders. Not as citizens. Hard to even say as enemies. We always heard the stories of an orc breaking down your door to slaughter you and your family, but now they were walking by our door with no concern for us. Taking passage through the mountains of Alterac, offered by our traitorous king. They wanted to lay waste to the human kingdoms. Who was to say they would not turn their blades and hammers towards the civilians and do what they did to Stormwind? If that happened the royals and nobles would be ready and able to retreat and live. Though that is what happened, just not at the hands of the Horde." A plate broken in the night awakens Vontez Cronart. The bear of a man sits up in his bed calmly and turns to put his feet on the ground. He is wearing thin trousers that cover the length of his legs and not much else. Reaching to his nightstand for his cloak that he uses to cover his wide chest and back. The man is covered in body hair and has a bushy beard that comes down from his rugged face. Receding and thinning at his hairline shows his age.

The man sighs and walks to the door of his bedroom to pop it open. The door opens to reveal the small living space and kitchen being lit by the moonlight from the open front door. Vontez steps into the kitchen to find the pieces of the plate broken on the floor. "Alright... I know you're here. You can leave or I can acknowledge that I gave you the opportunity for mercy." Vontez says under his breath trying not to wake up all the way.

SWIPE! A dagger slides across the back of Vontez's hamstring. Immediately Vontez pivots and grabs the Syndicate assassin by the throat and slams him down on the ground. The wiry pale assassin is no match for Vontez physically as the hulking man puts his weight on top of him. Vontez removes the orange mask from the assassin's face. His cheeks are sunken in but he looks like a relatively young man with strands of blonde hair poking out of the front of his hood.

"You tore my trousers you bastard!" Vontez growls through the sting on the back of his leg.

"You're on Syndicate land... you have to be removed one way or another!" "I'm trying to sleep." Vontez puts a knee on the man's chest and kneels with the other leg. He takes the assassin's arm with the dagger and bends it over his leg. "What are you doing! No, please!" The Syndicate member pleads. "I gave you the chance for mercy." CRRACK!

"GYAH! AGH!" The Syndicate member yells out as Vontez effortlessly snaps the elbow and the dagger falls to the floor. "YOU MONSTER! WHO ARE YOU!?" "I might as well be the king of this mountain. Now go back to your band of thugs and make sure they know who did this to you." Vontez picks up the intruder easily and tosses him out the open door before he slams it shut. He runs his hand along the back of his leg. The attack tore his pants but barely broke the skin on his leg. "Now it's cold in here..." He looks at the floor to see the assassin's dagger and broken plate. "I'll deal with that in the morning... and I guess reinforce the door." ~

The next day Vontez spent his morning reinforcing the broken down house in the mountains.

Over the years he had been building the home on the outskirts of the ruins of Alterac between the walls of the city and Strahnbrad. Vontez always saw Alterac as his home. No matter how overrun it was with enemies or how far he would venture into the world.

"Click-thunk" The towering man tinkered with the lock on the door. It had been broken beyond repair by the intruder the night before. The old rusted lock stripped by the thieves' tools. He would have to go scavenge for a new one.

The Paladin would put his plate armor over the chainmail that he would wear casually throughout his days. His cloak covered his head and helped protect him from the cold of the mountains. Throwing a shield on his back and sheathing his sword he ventured into the ruins of the city.

Heavy feet crunched the snow and soil beneath the boots of the Paladin as he walked through the broken gates of the city. Scanning the field of ruins for his intended goal. Snow was falling to limit how far Vontez could see but he couldn't help but notice commotion off in the distance. WOOSH! A large wild cat sprinted past Vontez as the commotion came his way. "Come back! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HEAL ME YOU ELF BASTARD!" A human man stumbles out from the fog of snow about thirty yards from the Paladin. His chainmail armor is broken and hanging off his torso and blood is running down his forehead. His eyes meet Vontez. "HELP!" Before anything can be done a large figure appears behind the adventurer by the head and neck. "NO! NO! NYAHGGHHH!!!" The ogre rips the poor man's head from his jaw and lets the body drop at his feet to stain the snow red. The ogre steps over the body and towards the Paladin. "Puny humans. Stay off our mountain!" The ogre charges towards Vontez. SLICE! Thud! With a single movement Vontez draws his sword and lobs half the ogre's arm off. "GRR! YOU PUNY HUMAN TAKE ARM! DIE!" Vontez rolls out of the way before the ogre drops a crushing blow to the ground where he stood. "Not very kind of you to rip a man's head off. An arm for a head is hardly even a fair exchange." Vontez drew his shield and took his battle stance. "Back down now and I won't have to end your life." "HAHAHA! You puny humans always talk until I squash you!" The ogre revs back again but gets stunned by a flash of light.

The metal shield bounces of the skull of the ogre followed by a burst of fiery judgement, then finally the sword of Vontez pierces the sternum of the ogre. The sword is removed and blood spills onto the snow before the large corpse falls back and crashes to the ground.

Vontez walks past the body to inspect the door on the ruined building in distance. "This will do." Vontez pulls the door from the rotting frame and casually places it over his shoulder before walking back out the gates to his home.

As Vontez approaches his house he sees a Draenei woman outside. She sees and approaches him.

Her skin a light blue and hair white slicked back behind her horns. Wearing white robes with plate armor on her arms and legs and a hammer strapped to her back. "I assume that you are Vontez Cronart? Paladin of the Argent Dawn?" She questions him. He walks past ignoring her to prop the door up against the exterior of the house. "Who's asking?" He asks without turning to look at her.

"The Argent Crusade is requesting your presence at the Sanctum of Light. We need all the champions we can get." The Draenei instructs as he inspects the door. "Don't you have plenty of soldiers at your beck and call? I have things to do." Vontez dismisses. "Ah yes. Plenty to do out here I see." She teases to no response. After a moment of silence she gets to the point. "The Legion is threatening the wellbeing of Azeroth. We need everyone we can get... Tirion has fallen." Vontez stops what he's doing and turns to the fellow Paladin with a look of confusion. "What?..."

Okay guys! If you're reading the Seductive Bandit series or have been putting it off, the first arc is complete!

Thankyou to the few of you who have been following the backstory of Alyarus. Honestly rping as her and brainstorming all of this is what really inspired me to start building out lore for all of my characters and trying to make it one connected story. I've always been told I'm a good writer and did creative writing with friends but this is my first time trying to do some sort of original story, even if it is derivative of an existing property.

I'm happy to see anyone taking an interest in that story and I'm excited to build things out even more. I'll be starting the next series in the next week or so.

I just wanted to stop and say how much I appreciate the support and hope more and more people see my work!

Ranger boots hit the ground. Running up the trail through the Ghostlands. Ignoring the cries for help from the mutilated citizens of Quel'Thalas who lie next to bodies and fall victim to straggling scourge forces. Watching the ranger run by, selfishly drowning out their pleas, would be their dying memory. Her knees and ankles ached with sharp pain, but the Lich King's forces still roamed. She couldn't stop running. Up through the Thalassian Pass, she saw the bodies of the guardians of the land, running past into Lordaeron.

Nowhere seemed safe. She could go to the lodge just past the border, but who knows what kind of Scourge could be there, or other refugees who might question her. She was wrong for what she was doing. Her family and friends were dying as she ran. As she came through the pass she looked out onto Lordaeron to see how the plague had ravaged the once serene landscape.

~Epilogue

Alyarus awoke staring at the ceiling of the infirmary on the Great Blue Meg. There is a tight compression on her left arm. Her nose and face are throbbing. She has to breathe through her mouth but there is a sharp pain as she inhales.

"You're awake." A deep voice said, approaching her bed.

"And, you're alive." Alyarus looked up at Moosehead.

The tauren pulls an ankh from under the collar of his robe and shows it to her.

"The Earthmother decided it was not my time to leave." He grinned. "See she spared you as well."

"Yeah... bad habit it seems." Alyarus stares up at the ceiling. Moosehead lets out a sigh.

"There is no shame in self preservation my friend. You said it yourself. Dying to the Scourge with the rest of your kin wouldn’t have made any difference. If they won't take the capable combatant you've grown into, that's their loss." Moose says handing her a mug.

Alyarus sits up to intense pain in her ribs. She takes the mug through the winces of her agony.

"Just woke up and you're trying to get me drunk?" She takes a sip to taste nothing.

"It's water. You're too dehydrated to heal back to full health." Moose informs.

"Did he make it?" She questions curiously over the top of the mug.

"The human is perfectly fine. Just shaken up. His stoic demeanor doesn't change the fact that he is a young adventurer. He hasn't seen what we've seen. This also seemed to be a rather emotionally taxing event for everyone involved."

Alyarus looks down at her mug. "I wasn't talking about Vontez..."

"Pesky paladins always seem to have some trick up their sleeve. He came back from the edge of death and the Captain disengaged us from the situation." Moose explained.

"So he'll be back for me."

"You have a whole crew behind you. The Captain would have never sent a new recruit with us if he expected things to go so South. He did his best, but Vontez has a long way to go. He wasn't ready to go up against an elite like that." Moose tells Alyarus who stares straight ahead. "I'll give you time to process things. I'll be back to heal you in a bit."

Later that night Alyarus is up and moving. She sneaks up to the upper decks to see Vontez looking out at the water. She slips through the shadows to appear behind him.

"How are we feeling new recruit?" She teases to no response.

Alyarus comes up next to Vontez and touches his arm. He's wearing his cloak in plain clothes.

"You did your best, and you lived to fight another day. That's what counts."

He sighs. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you..."

Alyarus tilts her head. "But you did protect me."

"I didn't. I started doubting the light and that's what let him overwhelm me. I couldn't stand to see someone wielding the righteousness of the light for such an evil reason. I started questioning it and I lost it." Vontez explained plainly. Alyarus raises her eyebrow.

"I thought the light had no moral compass. It's just a matter of personal determination. My brother's power from the light isn't a testament to the force's nature, but his own twisted sense of morality." Alyarus leans on the railing and looks up at the sky. "My brother's sense of right and wrong has always been based in bureaucracy and law. That's what made him take to the light so easily. He has a black and white view on those things. It's very easy for him to dedicate himself to the cause of maintaining order and status quo. You watched your kingdom crumble at the hands of the law. So of course you'll both come from two very different points of view."

Vontez sits on the deck covered in his cloak. "Why is he so much stronger than me? Is what I stand for not something I believe in strongly enough? I'm ashamed that I couldn't step up to him and prove him wrong."

Alyarus steps up to Vontez and crouches down. She removes his hood and pushes the hair off his forehead.

"I'm not a servant of the light. But I know my brother has at least a few hundred years on you. He's naturally going to have a stronger sense of what he stands for. You don't even know how little you know yet. Testing your devotion to what you stand for is what makes you stronger. This is one of those tests. But it’s very noble of you to feel the way you do."

"I am still ashamed that my values were shaken and it could have gotten us killed." The human's face remains stern and melancholic.

Alyarus pouts and puts her hand on his bearded cheek. "Failure is a part of life. Heroes survive, like we did today, and keep moving forward." She leans forward and kisses him on the cheek. "It's cute that you feel so bad about not protecting me though." Alyarus walks back to the lower decks.

Vontez blushes a bit and turns to her as she's leaving. "What was that for?" Alyarus smirks.

"Feel grateful. Not many men have gotten that for free. All you had to do was almost die for me." With a cocky grin she slips back into the shadows.

Vontez, not used to affection, takes a moment to take in what happened. He looks back out into the night sky reflecting on the high elf's words.

~Prologue

Far up north over the Crystalsong Forest in Northrend, two wyvern fly to a city in the sky. Touching down in Krasus' Landing a troll and blood elf dismount from their taxis.

"Wow mon. So dis' be what dey was hidin' over in Silverpine?" Omaroku remarked.

"Your first time seeing it?" Moraliuen asked. "Ya tink a troll my age was hangin around dem' parts before the Third War? All I be knowin' is a big barrier in da middle of da woods."

"Aren't most trolls from the Eastern Kingdoms?" Moraliuen questioned in an antagonizing way. "I know ya don't be implyin' I'm an Amani. Stranglethorn be all I know of dem' Eastern Kingdoms before everyting. Speakin' of, what was takin ya' so long the other day?" Omaroku prodded. "Had to take care of some enemies. Was a bit more troublesome than I thought." "Ah, chasin' dem honor kills for da Warchief?" Omaroku laughed.

"These were just some pirates, and most slipped away. Though I did slay a few of the Alliance in the jungle that day." Moraliuen bragged. "I'm sure dey had it comin'. Da elves always do... no offense." Omaroku laughs again. A messenger runs up to the pair. A younger human male wearing a purple robe. "Excuse me. Do either of you speak common?" "We both do" Moraliuen responds. Omaroku grumbles and says to Moraliuen in orcish. "Ay mon! Ya know I don' be tellin' Alliance I know it." "He seems to be with the Kirin'Tor. They're a neutral faction." Moraliuen responds back in orcish to Omaroku waving a hand. The young man points to Omaroku. "Are you a Darkspear Shaman by chance?" Omaroku reluctantly responds. "Yes. I be." "The Kirin'Tor are looking for an... um." The young man reads off a piece of parchment. "Omar..Rocku?" "Omaroku?" Moraliuen asks. "Is that how this is pronounced?" The young man shows the parchment to the blood elf and Omaroku snatches it out of his hand. "What be this?" Omaroku reads off a physical description of himself on the piece of parchment. "7'4? I be 7'6!" "Oh wow! So it is you! I was the one who found you!" The young man cheers. "Oh yeah. You're gonna have to come with me to see my teacher. He can explain everything." Omaroku gives the young human a puzzled look. "We have business Omaroku." Moraliuen reminds his comrade in orcish. "Ya' be goin' ahead. I'll entertain dis' little man." Omaroku tells Moraliuen who shrugs and walks off. Omaroku follows the boy to the Runeweaver Square where they enter one of the far buildings. An older gnome with brown hair, most not on the top of his head, wearing a Kirin'Tor tabard and purple robe looks up at the troll walking in. "Is this Omaroku?" He asks the young man. "Yes sir!" The student says excited. "Good work. Allow me to speak to our guest alone." The young man leaves a bit disappointed.

Omaroku waits for the door to close. "What be da deal mon'? Who are ya and what ya be lookin for me for?" The gnome motions for Omaroku to sit in the nook by the doorway. Two small chairs across a small table. The gnome sits and Omaroku's lanky body squats into the chair. "My name is Adius. I'm a professor of Arcane here in Dalaran. I'm also in charge of managing the well being and care of some of our youngest pupils." "What dis' got to do wit me?" Omaroku asks impatiently. "Well. As you know, Dalaran has been closed off to the world for many years. Since just after the Third War. Partly to maintain a peaceful sanctuary for our studies, but also to avoid the conflict growing between the two factions. We also became a sanctuary for survivors of the scourge and some notably unique cases." Adius conjures some tea onto the table with cups set for both his guest and him. He takes a sip. "One of those unique cases was a newborn child from the Alliance whose mother didn't want to risk that child becoming a casualty of war." "Hold on a minute." Omaroku leans forward pointing to his military tabard. "Dis be lookin' like a lion to ya? What ya be tryin'a say?"

Adius takes a sip of his tea. "Her mother was worried she'd face discrimination in the Alliance. Her mother was a night elf. The father was a troll." "Now-!" Omaroku goes to protest and has a sudden realization. "Wait a minute mon'..."

"Mr. Omaroku. We believe we have your daughter." Adius tells the troll blankly.

Omaroku's head sinks into his hands on the table. "We received a report from the Alliance a couple of days ago. Her mother has passed. We were in the process of arranging a return of custody. She's been heart broken ever since we told her the news. We were hoping you'd be willing to at least be apart of her life."

"I had an elf chile this whole time mon'..." Omaroku is in shock.

"She doesn't know who you are. We won't tell her or introduce you unless you're feeling up to it. She's been raised by the Kirin'Tor her whole life, and she even has a ton of potential already in arcane magic. There would be no harm in leaving her in our care." Adius assures. Omaroku sighs. "I dunno mon..."

Alyarus stands over her brother. Moraliuen is still alive but struggles to move without feeling tremendous pain. Vontez is healing himself enough to get back up to his feet, his muscular hamstring now exposed through his armor and scarred from the deep wound he sustained from the blood elf's assault.

"I'm not sure if we can afford to show this monster mercy." Vontez warns Alyarus, who stands over the gasping Moraliuen.

A warmness buds in her chest. Remembering how her big brother protected her and looked after her for all their life back in Silvermoon. She also knew his values and his discipline. It was not shocking how things got to this point.

Both saddening and sobering to see the passion of Moraliuen turned against her. It was why she never tried to return home, even as the Sin'dorei rebuilt things. Alyarus knew that she would never be accepted back after the decisions she had made. The only person who would ever show her sympathy for her crimes was now gasping through blood, still trying to execute her. The high elf lets out a soft sigh raising her revolver to aim between green eyes. "Mercy? I have none... Not even for you, brother." Her thumb cocks the hammer on the gun.

A light flashes and a warhorse roars knocking Alyarus back and down to the ground. The stead charges forward with Moraliuen on its back, knocking Vontez to the ground aswell. Moraliuen catches the hilt of his sword to pull it from the ground before as his horse passes by. The mount rides a few meters away and in another flash of light disappears. Moraliuen on his knees, trying to stand, summons a small burst of light over his body. The blood elf pants and slowly raises his weapon again. "I underestimated you pests. I guess I can't waste any time in exterminating you." The blood elf warns. Moraliuen and Alyarus' eyes are beaming under the dark purple sky. The green eyes charge forward. Vontez lunges in front of Alyarus to block a heavy shot that his shield barely withstands the force of. "GRRRAH! I'M TIRED OF DEALING WITH YOU WELP!" Moraliuen summons a spinning circle of light that knocks Alyarus off her feet and Vontez stumbles. Moraliuen swings his sword into the shield so hard that it starts to bend and dent. Vontez falls back and covers his torso with the damaged shield. The jungle echoes with clanging and banging and sparks of light from Moraliuen pummeling towards Vontez with the broadsword that is reshaping the shield over the human's arms and chest.

"How many wounds can you heal!?... You've already wasted so much of your power!... This is what happens when a novice steps up to a master!"

Faintly through the loud sounds of contorting metal are the cracking of bones and involuntary guttural noises from the man under the mutilated shield. A bit shaken, Alyarus aims the revolver at Moraliuen. In his violent thrashing aims for his head.

"BANG!" The bullet catches his shoulder plate and has enough impact to throw him off balance and turn him to face his sister.

"in a hurry to die are we!?" Moraliuen lunges.

Alyarus barely evades her brother's offense. With each swing of the illuminating blade she sidesteps to avoid it. Her strikes are fast and calculated. Swiping and stabbing where she can as the blade keeps coming back to try to catch her again. Each strike only slows Moraliuen a tad bit. Knowing he won't outlast her agility he swipes forward with an empty hand and grabs Alyarus by the hair on the top of her head. Her dagger clangs against his bracer trying to fight back from an awkward angle.

Moraliuen slams Alyarus face first into the dirt. Her nose and eyes start burning, she can't stay where she is. Alyarus rolls out of the way to watch the broadsword pierce the ground where she just was. Quickly Alyarus returns to her feet in a fighting stance.

Wiping her running nose Alyarus looks down briefly to see the red on her glove. She glances over to see Vontez lying unconscious on the ground.

"Well shit..."

Moraliuen roars with another swing. Alyarus has no time to dodge and uses her broadsword to parry. The force of the impact causes the high elf's sword to snap, and Moraliuen to stumble forward from the uncontrolled rage behind the attack. Alyarus takes the split second opportunity to drive what is left of her sword into her brother's thigh and then sidesteps away to create separation.

Moraliuen pulls the sword from his leg wincing before resetting into his battle stance. "You won't last long now!" Moraliuen casts judgement to knock Alyarus off balance.

He swings and she dodges. A swing and a dodge. A swing and he catches her on the upper arm slicing straight through her leather tunic and shirt. She stumbles, feeling her whole arm shoot with pins and needles down from the ripping pain of her open flesh. Another swing and the sword catches the midsection of Alyarus mid jump at just the right angle to mostly make contact with the blunt end of the blade. Alyarus falls the the ground clutching her ribs. She draws her revolver, eyes burning.

"BANG!" She completely misses.

"BANG!" Moraliuen blocks the bullet with his sword.

"BANG!" The bullet grazes Moraluen's hand, making him even angrier as he approaches. *click* *click* Alyarus throws the gun at Moraliuen and it only bounces off his armor. "All out of bullets... isn't that sad."

Alyarus sees the green eyes glow against the blurring background. "POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!" Moraliuen doubles over in pain. "ARRR! TAKE DAT YA HORDE DOG!" Alyarus watches her brother fall to his knees before her own vision fades to black.

~ Alyarus falls limp on the jungle floor. "AYE, MOOSE! GRAB THE CREW! I'LL TAKE CARE O' THE ENEMY!" Mad Whale reloads his blunder bus as Moosehead grabs Alyarus with ease and throws Vontez over his shoulder to retreat behind the captain.

"You dwarven bastard..." A flash of light heals Moraliuen of all wounds. "I'm not even close to finished!"

"Yarr! For Nightsquall's sake!" Mad Whale cocks his gun and lets loose another round. "POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!" The barrage doesn't slow Moraliuen's pace towards the pirates.

"Start runnin' Moose! I'll hold him off!" Moosehead charges into the trees behind them. Mad Whale tosses out a metal contraption at Moraliuen's feet. The ground around the blood elf starts to ooze with black tar. He tries to march forward but moving through the sludge is next to impossible. All the paladin can do is watch the pirates disappear into the wilderness.