User:Cirdale/Nicholine Dawnheart



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Information

 * Name: Nicholine T. Dawnheart


 * Server: Argent Dawn


 * Race: Kaldorei


 * Gender: Female


 * Class: Death Knight (Spec)


 * Guild: None


 * Rank: Commander


 * Quote: "N/a."


 * Professions: Blacksmith, [[Miner]

Appearance


Nicholine is a strong, beautiful elven woman. She carries a large bosom, usually covered in heavy battle armor. But if she ever wears a dress, it will fully show of her rather double D sized chest. Though its quite rare to find her in such mood. Under her chest remains a strong stomach, covered in well trimmed abs. Her arms looks quite well trained as well, she have slightly broad shoulders with her long white hair covering most of them up.

Her face is gentle, no scars appears presence. Her frame is set by two bright eyes, and a pair of dark blue lips rather full looking too. But the lips remains in a closed almost sad looking expression. Looking closely you will notice her tiny nose having a diamond piercing glittering as she turns her face. She also got two pair of earrings. Looking like winter frozen stars, glimmering brightly if they aren’t covered by her hair.

Personality
At the first look, you will immediately assume she's rather cold. Her speech is very clear, almost a bit spoiled, and her cold white eyes shimmer with a frozen look.

History


Nicholine was born three thousand years after the fall of Azshara. Her father and mother were both part of the highborne cast. Instead of leaving with the other elves that would later be known as blood elves, they hid in the city of Kel'Theril. They raised their daughter to love Azshara as they were taught.

At a early age she was a pointed commander for a group of elves. Due to her bloodline she had a source to manipulate arcane elements. She even had the power to rapidly heal her own wounds. She was revered by her warriors, who referred to her as "Swift Scythe" because she often had landed several killing blows to her opponent before it had the chance to react. Though gaining several friends and a high stature among her people she still felt like an outcast. Split between her parent’s beliefs and the ones shared by her countrymen. She often tried to run of to find a place she could put her mind to ease.

Eventually, the return of the demons came and to defend their daughter, Nicholines parents used several ancient highborne spells. They were quickly discovered by the warden and got arrested for high treason. After planning a bold escape plan, they got caught and executed by Cordana Felsong. Their daughter, Nicholine were spared however, due to her leadership qualities and combat experience. The warrioress did not take lightly to her families slaughter and instead of stay and fight with her fellow elves she simply left, branded as traitor and presumed dead.

The path to Power
Several years she traveled around the globe until she finally breached the shores of what she thought was an abandoned island. The climate were harsh, cold and bitter. She could see the heat from her own breath and doubt there were any life forms around. Glancing over the tundra she heard something.. A voice.. She stumbled over the cold ridge and eventually came to a shrine like spot, covered in frozen blood stains, skulls and frozen bones. In the middle of it all stood a sword, covered in glowing runes, and as she went closer the voice in her head turned stronger. She could almost make out the words by now and she curled her fingers around the hilt, gripping it tightly. Surges of powers emanated from the sword and she could feel how they enhanced her senses. Intrigued by the source of power, and feeling the need for more she pulled it out of its resting place and felt how the powers streamed through her.

A bit taken with the raw power bursting from within the blade she balanced it on one of her hand, just using one arm to hold it, the voice almost taking over her mind and she dropped the sword. Her eye lashes closed together as, still hearing the voice. It almost felt like a being controlled her. In an attempt to brake free she tried to rush away from the blade, but the entrance got covered in ice blocks and she dropped to her knees, grasping her head as she screamed out in fear and pain. Eventually, she lost her mind and became a servant, to the person most people refer to as.. The Lich King.

With her powers constantly growing she was sent off to kill several nuisances in the region of Northrend. When Illidan lunched his invasion upon Icecrown, the Lich King sent the young death knight to a distant part of the glacier, to recover an ancient grim oar. However, when Illidans power channeling had taken effect, the king got more and more weakened, unable to control his death knight guards, releasing them to their own will. Nicholine for the first time in forty years looked around the harsh land with her own eyes. Looking down over her battle armor, and slowly remembering the horrors she had spread across the icy land she placed a wove to never let anyone control her again... And so, a new hero rises preparing to take the world into her own hands, once again.

Resources

 * Silverbane