INFORMATION;

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NAME: Seviilia Blightwing
TITLE: Deathlord (Current), Commander (Previous)
RACE/CLASS: Sin'dorei (Blood Elf) Death Knight
HEIGHT: 6'1" (5'11" without heeled boots)
BUILD: Berserker-esque. Compared to other blood elves, she is a bit too solid.
AGE: Old for a human, mid-adulthood for an elf
GENDER: Female
VOICE: Aggitated | Sarcastic | Inviting
WEAPON: Frostreaper and Icebringer, the Blades of the Fallen Prince (Lore info, contains storyline spoilers)
(Previously Bane and Agony)

PERSONALIY:

Like most Death Knights, Seviilia is perhaps the poster child for someone who doesn't belong in organized society. Having operated as both and adviser and a commander of an army earlier in her unlife, she has little patience for both disrespect and failure in general. However, interestingly enough, she is not completely socially bereft, thanks to her upbringing. Unlike most Death Knights, she is not completely misanthropic to the point where she is incapable of holding normal conversation. Instead, it is her elven pride that often keeps her from mingling with many people -- few can stand her holier than thou presence for longer than a few minutes. This part of her personality has quieted considerably since the Cataclysm had passed, but certain character types will often cause it to resurface -- for example, those who insult the elven way of life, her personal choices...occasionally a negative tone in conversation will also rouse her innate need to micromanage everyone and everything. She is not very popular at parties for this reason. Anyone who chooses to belittle her for being undead will also be on the receiving end of her pride, if not the business end of her axes.

That said, Seviilia is not shy when it comes to violence. Despite being an Ambassador to Silvermoon in her days of life, she will often be the first to draw a weapon in a conversation, knowing that intimidation often does wonders for negotiations and changing opinions when dealing with certain races. She had desired a more pacifistic lifestyle, at one point in her unlife, and it ended up to leading her back to Arthas. So, rather than risk it going unchecked...she flexes her muscles whenever she gets the chance (without being an uncouth brute about it). She has also perfected the more subtle ways a death knight is able to cause pain, such as blood boiling and disease spreading, particularly through the use of Frost Fever. Seviilia is not often unnecessarily violent -- she requires a trigger of some sort, though the trigger can be as simple as a choice of words or as aggravated as throwing a punch depending on her mood that day.

Seviilia has very little left for her on Azeroth. She had once assumed that with the Lich King's fall, the Scourge would come apart and the curse of undeath would fade with him. A foolish assumption it turned out to be, as she remained standing the next day. She grounds herself the only way she knows how, and that is by throwing herself into each war the Horde engages itself in, even if she has no real interest in it. The only exception thus far has been the expedition to Pandaria, her resolve beginning to drain from the tax of everyday living without a purpose with no end in sight. Her only longtime acquaintance through her time in undeath was a paladin by the name of Aelaidas Sunsorrow, who also served as her caretaker during her "imprisonment" in the Argent Crusade. He was a rather unorthodox paladin, a Blood Knight of Silvermoon, and did not care all that much that she was an abomination. The two bonded over atrocities they had committed times over, to the point that Aelaidas had admitted that he often had trouble feeling the presence of the Light, now that he had been taught that it was a gift to be treasured and not a tool to be used. They had a lot of ups and downs in their friendship, to the point that it could hardly be called a strict friendship until Aelaidas eventually realized how deep Seviilia's toxicity really ran. When he tried to leave, she ignited a blood pact between them that would ensure he would always come back to her...one way or another.

Eventually, he stole away in the middle of the night and committed suicide, and she took what was left of his soul. For a long time, she kept what was left of it in an earring hanging off the cartilage of her left ear, amongst various other significant trinkets. A reminder to no one in particular that she does not handle betrayal well. Later, she ended up returning him to life by forcing his soul to inhabit another body. Seviilia is hyper aware of how completely awful she is and does her best to ignore it. She is constantly at war with herself, often trying to convince herself that she doesn't care about the fact that she's a monster and fights to embrace it. The more time passes, the better she gets at it. She once enters at a point in her life where she's cut almost all her ties, save for the ties to the Ebon Blade, and that is more due to the fact that a good number of them would have never let her cut ties if she tried.

Seviilia's motivations change so often that if anyone were to stop and ask her "what the hell are you even doing?" she would likely not be able to answer. She is driven only by her will to do whatever is on her mind at the time, making it difficult for her to make lasting connections with people. That isn't to say she isn't spatially aware. In fact, she almost prefers when people notice her glowing blue eyes and pale skin and choose to steer clear from her. It makes things easier -- it means she doesn't have to try, or even decide if she wants to try. Its never for other people -- only for herself. "Do I want to try and be a better person today?" is a question that gets asked at least once a week. But her general misanthropy doesn't always come in the form of violence or a foul tongue -- as previously mentioned, she could hardly be regarded as an uncouth brute. Seviilia is nothing if not well spoken and practiced in manners, which will become very clear for anyone who engages conversation with her. She knows what to say, who to say it to, and when to say it, occasionally beyond the practiced wordsmithing most elven folk are born with. She has long since stopped trying to reintegrate herself into society, for the elves will not take her as she is, and she is too proud for anything else (or, as she would say, "anything less").

Those useful to her are guarded closely. Its rare that she will put worth in a person, especially after Aelaidas (who had been the person closest to her post-mortum) betrayed her. Mercy is something she has mostly forgotten, something someone would need to teach her again. She is not beneath using necromancy to her advantage, even if it means raising another acquaintance into service for herself. She would not call herself evil if asked, though many might see her that way. She would also not call herself good, but a neutral party in service to herself. She would agree with anyone's assessment of her that included the word "monster" or "abomination", whereas she may have once resented the calling. She will, however, not permit her elven heritage to be discounted. She is, first and foremost, an elf. In terms of elven politics, she would affiliate herself with the Sin'dorei before the Queldorei, despite the fact that she had not been alive during her people's dissension into the absorption of fel magic. Though she holds no inherent love for the Alliance, she will often not raise a blade against Queldorei unless something absolutely commanded her to. What holds her loyalty most is the knowledge that no assistance was given to Silvermoon after Arthas' army had laid waste to it.

Seviilia's sense of responsibility has improved, since reestablishing her connection to the new Lich King, and having obtained the Blades of the Fallen Prince. With the assurance that her methods are considered necessary by a higher power, her confidence increases tenfold. That said, one doesn't go from criminal guttertrash to receiving a chosen title and end up completely humble. She's very pleased to be in a position of power again, and lords it every chance she gets. She is a somewhat corrupt leader, in that she favors those who flatter her.

HISTORY: Seviilia was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, like most high elves. She had been born as the second of three and the only daughter. At a young age, she was trained in the art of magecraft, though she preferred the learned politics of Silvermoon to the life of a soldier. As such, she took to learning the ins and outs of the magic she was taught and took up a post in the Conclave of Magisters, advising those loyal to her family in political matters when it came to things like distributing wealth, familial history, and knowledge amongst others. Her eldest brother Vynlorel moved on to become a ranger. The younger, Kyrieal, was limited by complications from birth that had rendered him blind and with a limp and moved on to become a priest in hope that one day the Light would restore sight to him. The three adults lived mostly normal lives for a few years.

Then the Scourge came. Silvermoon fell and Eversong burned.

Vynlorel, light on his feet and swift with his arrows, would not get the chance to prove himself, having been away from Silvermoon in its most dire time. Kyrieal, weakened by life itself, had never stood a chance against the swift undead. He died with their parents inside the city before they could be evacuated. His death, though swift, turned out to be more fortunate than what would befall many others.

Seviilia had been one of the first to die by the hand of the scourge assault, her body torn asunder by a pack of hungry geists only to be returned to their army as a fiercely loyal death knight by the hand of their king. She and the others he had claimed as his own proceeded to storm the gates of their own people. Her body, to this day, remains held together by unsightly necrotic runes that cover every inch of her. Occasionally they can be seen at her collar bone beneath her armor.

Much later, she would find herself free of his hold under the banner of the Ebon Blade. Said regiment thrived on revenge and vengeance in the form of the Lich King's death, a cause which Seviilia served faithfully. Her leadership skills recognized, Seviilia lead her own platoon of knights under upper ranking Ebon Blade officials, which was eventually broken apart during the assault on Icecrown Citadel. Following this, a period of relapse nearly cost her both her life and opportunity at vengeance -- a crime which still many in the Blade have yet to forgive her for. Few still addressed her by title, if they stood to address her at all, as she was considered a wretch and a liability for her betrayal. Her knowledge and recollection of the Scourge's chain of command had been one of the few things keeping her from decapitation. Often, she was kept under surveillance by the Argent Crusade, shackled and kept in check until the day where she could prove herself in the Trials set forth by Tirion Fordring. Only then was she permitted to assist once more in the assault on Icecrown Citadel.

Upon the Lich King's defeat Seviilia, like many other death knights, became sullen and lost, their purpose served but their lives forever bound to Azeroth in undeath. When the planet tore apart at the hand of Deathwing, Seviilia spent much of her time eliminated members of the Twilight's Hammer Cult, as they had reminded her much of the Cult of the Damned that she had worked with during her service to the Scourge. During this period, she began to favor less faction neutrality, and her service to the Horde became more promising...until she was notified of Lady Sylvanas' use of val'kyr and her treatment of Koltira Deathweaver. She has since abandoned the thought of steadfast alliances, preferring to operate under alliances of convenience. She often excuses her wanton reckless desecration of life by painting it as loyalty to the Horde in an attempt to feed the clawing beast under her skin that endlessly hungered for blood. Once closer to the Scourge than most, she constantly suffers sadistic urges, which have kept her from spending her time in many major cities.

For a long time, Seviilia moved around between the different wars, being of use to nobody due to her lack of investment. She came to the conclusion that her lack of contribution to every day society was beginning to take a toll on her sanity.

While the battle raged in Draenor against the orc clans of old, Seviilia involved herself in mercenary work on Azeroth to keep her bloodthirst under control, but because the work lacks a sense of purpose behind it, it became dangerously routine. She remembered herself enough to ask for payment, but hardly bothered to blink twice when the task is particularly unsavory or placed her in grave peril. As the days passed by, Seviilia lapsed into a state of awareness that left her taking direction more than giving it herself, an existence that served her well until Gul'dan escaped his final conflict with the Horde and the Alliance.

It is Gul'dan's escape (and the looming danger of the Legion's return) that lead her to take a more active role in the machinations of the Ebon Blade. Through a series of events, after the organization found themselves being contacted by the new Lich King, Seviilia took up the Blades of the Fallen Prince to lead them against the oncoming threat.