Shadow Puppets

Character Name: Shastarian
Race: Human Female
Class: Warlock
Realm: Dath’Remar
Profession/s: Tailoring/Mining
Armory (Light)

My Story (RP)

Hi, my name is Shastarian. I was born in Goldshire about twenty-five years ago, and until I started my training, I had never left the Elwynn Forest area.

My father was a good dad; he worked as a builder, helping to restore Stormwind City and other structures back to their “former glory” (as he put it) and wasn’t above helping out his fellow neighbours in putting up a new fence. He had a lot of friends, and when he died a few years ago from a bad back (he couldn’t get out of the way of a runaway cart quick enough and was run over) we had nearly the entire population of the Forest at his funeral.

My mother is great, she taught me how to sew, a skill that I still have today. She is very friendly, and always willing to offer food and shelter to a passing traveller. Or a stray cat. In fact, she really loves cats, … sometimes too much, although I must confess that I too, like the little furballs. I have one with me now, in my travels, who I call ‘Oliver’.

When I finished school, I asked a guard at Stormwind for directions to the nearest mage trainer. I have always wanted to be a mage, I used to spend hours upon hours staring at them walking around in the Mage’s Quarter. He pointed me in the direction of Northshire Abbey, where, after stopping some of the animals there from eating their vegetables, the guards told me where the trainer was.

Only …

they must have mis-heard me, or maybe they were playing a joke on me, because they actually gave me directions to the “warlock” trainer. I only realised their mistake about a year later, when I was being taught a spell called “Death Coil“. I said: “This spell sounds quite evil, are you sure this is something that magi like us are allowed to use?” Now, every time I walk past that trainer, he bursts out laughing.

It was too late for me to go back to being a mage, so I just put up with being a warlock. I used to think of myself as an extremely-rare “Shadow Mage”, and for a long time I would tell people that I was a mage. Now, I have accepted who I am, and have no difficulty in telling people that I am a warlock. If they get offended, bully for them (and a Curse of Tongues to go with it!)

I have been all over the world in my travels. I love discovering new places, and meeting the locals. More often than not I can be found in a rowdy inn, somewhere far away from Goldshire, having a grand old time with the drunken louts. Not that I let them get their way, oh no! I am very good at holding my liquor, and if they get abit too frisky, well, lets just say they learn their lesson after finding a Doomguard in their bed the next morning…

I don’t really enjoy killing things, which is weird, considering that alot of what I do involves killing animals and people. I have no problems at all killing demons and elementals, as I feel it is necessary to do my part for the Alliance, but when it comes to killing a cuddly-widdle-bear and then sorting through it’s gizzards for something special that some Tom, Dick or Harry back at town “absolutely NEEDS”, then I get a little queasy and a mite upset.

Horde, however, hold a tender place in my heart. It has been known to happen that I help our a member of the Horde in their travels, and even offer a friendly wave, but they rue the day that they spit at me, or attempt to attack me. It’s not often that they get to walk away from these such encounters, unless they do it at the graveyard.

I love my life. I have learned so much in this world, and cannot wait to discover new lands, meet new people, and most of all: get nicer clothes! I hate it when I pick up a new robe or set of boots, only to find that I look like a clown from the Darkmoon Faire. /vomit. That’s mainly why I keep up with my skills in tailoring, so I don’t look like a dag all the time.

Where do I see myself going from here? Well, helping people out, building networks of friends, and maybe venturing to places that are a little bit dangerous to go. I am always on the prowl for new things.

Love? Not yet! I have met a few nice guys, but seriously, they all seem to expect me to settle down and mind the kids while they go off and fight the Legion. I say to them that they can stick that in some Silithian bug-hole. Until I decide to settle down, I will be off, finding new places, meeting new people, and proving to the boys that I can do what they do just as good (if not better) then they. Girl Power!