Server:Feathermoon US/Izenxala


 * Name at Birth: Izen
 * Full Name:  Izen'Xala Fal'Nathuul Acil (known only to three people)
 * Race: Half Eredar Half Draenei
 * Title: Shadow Weaver
 * Birthplace: Draenor
 * Age: Unknown but apparently a young woman in her early twenties.
 * Religious Affiliation: Unknown
 * Occupation: "Priest"
 * Guild: Vitas Nocte
 * Nicknames: None
 * Server: Server:Feathermoon


 * Quote: "Among my people, there is tremendous power in the the knowing of ones true name."

Description
Known to many as simply Izen, she is the daughter of an Eradar Wrathguard and a Draenei Priest. She best described as a dark and exotic beauty. A quick glance reveals a tall creature, roughly six and a half feet in height, possessing tall sweeping horns, black hair, warm gray skin and a curvaceous, full, hourglass figure that is generous, both above and below her slender waistline.

A lingering glance will reveal that her horns are etched with runes, her black hair is shiny and thick, cut wildly about her eyes and unevenly cut across her back, hanging perhaps to her waist. Her eyes are bright and possess a warm hue to the light that emmanates from within. Her figure, carried with both confidence and humility, is adorned with several pieces of jewelry; bracelets on wrists and upper arms, anklets as well and a necklace.

Should your gaze persist, settle and study this silent Draenei, you will note that the air around her carries an unusual scent, like that of fragrant incense and her skin seems marked by extremely subtle tattoos. Barely a shade darker than her natural color, these tattoos cover every inch of visible skin and are elaborate and highly decorative. It is then you notice that her jewelry is also decorative, possessing many etchings and runes along their onyx glass-like surfaces.

Current Friends
Izen never judges others, it is not in her nature. As such she is friends what many would consider, unsavory individuals. But also friends with those considered upstanding and righteous.


 * Nakhura:Nakhura is a Draenei Paladin who is very close to Izen. Izen confesses much to her and trusts her with many things. Izen looks to Nakhura for moral guidance as well as friendship.


 * Shanon:A local villager in the small village of Goldshire. As a dancer for coin her profession is considered by some locals to be distasteful but this young human has shown Izen great kindness.


 * Sadie: Sadie is another girl who lives in Goldshire and has been swept up in a life she seems to wish to escape. Often seen in the company of Goldshire's shadier crowd Sadie is a renowned Lady of the Night, much sought after for her unique talents. As of late however, Izen has noticed Sadie spending more and more time away from the decadent village and seeking council in the Stormwind Cathedral.

Morgaine the Sly
While collecting Defias bandana's for the locals of Elwynn Forest, Nakhura and Izen came across a cabin near Mirror Lake Orchard. Within was a local bandit of some reknownby the name of Morgaine the Sly. A scuffle ensued and in time Morgaine was slain. On her, was a simple jeweleled dagger.

In Goldshire
During the course of her continued stay in Goldshire, Izen has come across an assortment of people and made a number of acquaintances. Some would consider those she calls friend an unsavory lot. They are mostly comprised of tavern girls, rogues and other such folk. However Izen does not judge any she meets. After all how could she considering her past. To Izen, these revelers were merely celebrating life. Due to these acquaintances, and due to her nature, Izen has found herself in unique situations some dangerous, some not. However each time she has managed to escape or make a new friend.



A masked human
A kind man wearing a red mask was told something he should not have been told. Being what she is, she knows that great power is given in a name. However, being in this new land and away from her moral compass Nakhura, Izen slipped and mentioned her full name to a man. From that moment she was bound to him even though he was unaware. As days passed and he came to see her, he began to fall for her. Her lowered eyes, quickened breath, complete willingness to do all he wished was interpreted as love.

Days passed and their meetings and interludes became more and more frequent until she was hurt by something he did and said. Despite the way this made her feel she remained loyal, as was her duty and place. The masked rogue noticed her sadness though and begged to know what had happened between them. It wasn't long before she confessed of her powerlessness and truth. She feared rejection, chastisement, public humiliation, or worse ... slavery. However she was pleased to find that this man had a kind heart and truly loved her. He wished to see Izen free and could not have her if he did not have her love. Bondage was not an option.

Trapped!
He asked her to run with him. Things were a blur and they ran quickly through the crowded streets of Stormwind until they arrived in a place that made her kneels buckle with weakness. He revealed to her the rune that would lead to her freedom. She Stood with him in disbelief that he would release his grasp on her out of love, but he did. She collapsed in the circle, free of his hold on her, but as she stood, she whispered to him that here she must stay until freed.

The Torelar
Days passed and izen remained in the bowels of the Slaughtered Lamb. In time friends came to seek her and try to aid her. The masked human, the dancer of Goldshire Sadie and soon her guardian and keeper, Nakhura found her. Together she and the masked human came to understand what must be done. She told them that only a Torelar could set her free. But .. that Torelar .. one who knows the power of names, would have the power to choose between keeping her as his servant, or setting her free. But she was willing to take that risk. The only other option, imprisonment in this cold stone tomb.

Sometime passed again, her companions could not find a Torelar to assist her. Desperate she looked within herself and opened her mind to all who may be near. her runes shimmered as she pleaded with any torelar wou would help her and in time one responded. She didnt care that he was a stranger, she didnt care that he could choose to enslave her, she needed to be free. But fate would have it that he was a kind man a gnome in fact named Onebob. She knew not where she was but asked him to seek Nakhura. He did and soon the two were in what she would learn was The Slaughtered Lamb.

Freedom
She revealed her name to him and she and Nakhura stood and worried. He spoke her true name, setting her free. Hey eyes lowered submissively and she strode to stand near her master but he spoke the words again and gave her absolute freedom. Something she truly reveled in. Izen found herself worried however, for without the guidance of a Torelar, Izen knew that the shadows will pursue her and should they consume her she will tip in the direction of darkness. She confessed this to Nakhura and Nakhura revealed that she believed that it was her destiny to watch over this dark creature and vowed to help her fight the powerful urges of her heritage. But as time would show, the shadows come to claim what is theirs, quicker that she would ever expect.

Shadows Embrace
Only a few days had passed since Izen gained freedom through the combined efforts of of Nakhura, Vollk, Sadie and Onebob. She was free of her prison but had no Torelar to guide her. Nakhura and her had been apart for several days also, and the village of Goldshire was a place that pulled hard at her darker side. Each night, seconds upon waking and descending into the crowded inn, sh would be assaulted by whispers of want, temptation and desire from those who found her beauty intoxicating. Sometimes she would surrender and fall others she would resist and cling to the light she hoped she could find within her but she was weakening.

As she slept in the night she would be accosted by dreams of her past. By the countless Torelar's she had been bound to in her life. Their deeds, commands, expectations, all powerless to refuse. But now she had freedom and it felt good. She had strength rising within, the shadows called to her and she used them each day, experimenting on the bandits, and thieves, gnolls and morlocs. The power felt good and on the third night of her freedom the coy glance of a young woman released her rage. By nights end, the woman could not be found and Izen left to rest. Perhaps she knows she the young woman is perhaps she is locked away in some silent place, only Izen knows. But her tale has taken a slide in the direction of darkness.