Personality
Lerania lost her code of moral many years ago, exactly when is uncertain as it is subjective. As such, she'll kill, torture, ruin lives without anything reminding of hesitation, sometimes even doing it for the sake of boredom or pleasure.
Calling her a psychopath would be accurate.
Pride is what defines her very being, she founded her faction and built it from the ground over the years and thus she has been in charge ever since, combined with the usual elfish pride, Lerania is on a really high horse.
Her emotional level is rather low, usually being cold towards everyone around her, usually only being changed when someone anger her.
Lastly, being somewhat crazy due many minor factors throughout her life, examples are hard to give as the range of possible outcomes is quite huge, however her intellect would be rather high compared to the average person.
Appearence
Being an Night Elf, she was quite tall compared to most of the humanoid races of Azeroth. Her hair being white as snow, and her skin very pale.
Her eyes would originally be blue, but over the years, corruption made them shift to brown, however the eyes are now burning brightly green beneath her blindfold once she use fel. Additionally, the upper parts her long hair would be set up in a ponytail most of the time. Overall, Lerania would likely be considered an albino beauty.
Backstory
Early Life
Leafcrest, it was the name given to her at birth. Growing up in Ashenvale, which was strictly Night Elven territory by the time as the orcs were yet to arrive at Azeroth as this about 9000 years ago, just after
the Well of Eternity had imploded and the first legion invasion had failed.
Lerania would have a relatively happy and calm childhood in the lovely forest, only facing the daily issues as any other child - such as getting yelled at for not being home in time for dinner.
The childhood - which lasts for at least an hundred years for elves before they are considered adults by their own kin, was spent somewhat unwisely according her parents as she did
not make any friends, not because she couldn't, but because she didn't want to. Whenever they would meet with other families and Lerania had no other choice but to tag along she'd talk
and socialize with others elves among her age without issues, not being disliked in any way. She thought it was fun, but it was not the best.
She spent her time in the vast woods, alone with the animals and the trees as they talked to her willingly.
Aspiring to be a druid one day as she wished to protect the very nature itself.
Druidhood
The fact that Lerania was exceptionally gifted did not come as a surprise to those who knew her prior to her druid training. She passed her trials without even paying attention, nor even trying to the best of her ability.
This was the one and only flaw her teachers and superiors saw in her at first, she was an inspiring Archdruid if one judged by ability alone, however being a druid was way more than just power and thus she was denied the apprenticeship of one of the current Archdruids.
Naturally, they never had any intention to let Lerania know that she was considered of such an honor in the first place.
However, Lerania was one step ahead of them, she knew -everything- that was going on within a large radius
of herself as the forest and the very nature itself spoke to her, whispering, continuously.
This was where Lerania showed yet another bad side of herself, in her mind she was furious. If -she- was not worthy of becoming Archdruid, then who was?!
She started to look down upon who she judged as inferior to her ability, which was pretty much everyone but the Archdruids themselves.
She started to 'take care' of all students that showed the slightest talent.
During practice, she turned nature against them, eventually taking many lives of the aspiring students. The Archdruids and adept druids knew -something- odd was going on, but they never
caught anyone red-handed since Lerania was simply powerful enough to perform her arts without any effort, a few innocent casual hand-movements and a yawn could burrow someone beneath the earth's surface.
She was going to prove that -no one- was more worthy than her, by -any- means necessary. 'Such weaklings can't protect nature, nor are they worthy of wielding its power' she thought to herself.
First Bond
Lerania's reign over her inferior druids were facing total obliteration due unforeseen circumstances. Learnia was jumping among the tree crowns, the trees' branches extending themselves to grant her foothold even when performing the most insane leap of faiths. Her path were eventually cut of by a stranger, what caught her even more offguard was the fact the she had not sensed the stranger's presence despite being in the middle of a whole forest. Lerania pointed this out to the stranger while trying to get her mind - which was in minor chaos at the time, her thoughts brawling around with each other - under control. The extremely unsatisfying answer she received was an shrug together with the following words: 'A hunter does not reveal itself to its prey.' Lerania took a deep breath as she seemed to have calmed down and was past the initial shock, she glanced towards the stranger paying more attention towards what kind of person had managed to sneak up onto her. The stranger was another elf of her own kind, his hair was very short by Night Elven standards, not even reaching the shoulders, this did by any means mean that he was bald either, the haircut just seemed to be much resembling mortal human's hair. The hair's color was very light blue, almost seeming white like her own depending on the light.
The body seemed fairly well trained, it was a bit difficult to judge through the light leather armor he wore, but she suspected he was - perhaps - a rogue of some sort as a warrior would require a more sturdy and strengthened body to wear heavy armor. Overall, his appearance was fairly pleasing to most, but then again, most elves were quite elegant beings, it's basically a racial trait to be beautiful.
Lerania kept her gaze locked at the stranger for a while longer than she had originally intended, she - perhaps with a tad of sadness - looked elsewhere as she felt insecure by not being able to fully trust her connection to the nature to warn her of others' presence. Comfortably no one else seemed to be around, thus she asked for his reason for quite bluntly interrupting her stroll.
The answer given this time around was not unsatisfying, but instead rather indirectly threatening. He told her that he knew she was behind various murders around this area as of late, he simply wished to know the reason for her actions. The stranger had once again managed to catch Lerania offguard - which was -highly- unusual - Lerania however, just smiled coldly upon hearing it. She decided to tell him her motives, worse case scenario, she had to kill him.
Might as well try to save his life if possible, though she expected him to be no pushover as he had willingly met her face to face despite knowing about her potential, better play it safe with this one as her whole training was at stake here.
As it turned out, the stranger agreed with her, stating that her acts were justified, he too had multiple issues with most of mankind. He rolled up his right sleeve as he approached Lerania, extending the arm as he came closer. 'Half-blood' would be carved into his skin as a very deep - and old - scar.
Having a pleasant childhood was nothing the stranger could brag with it seemed.
They talked for a few more hours not talking about anything specific in general, however it turned into quite that game for both of them, both parties trying not to reveal too much while answering that other's questions. Eventually, Lerania got to know his name towards the end of the conversation as he whispered it to her, perhaps just being dramatic, or just not trusting the trees to spread it to others. Their meeting came to an end as Lerania had to rush to her training though, they agreed to meet at a later date, they did not specify when.
Lerania was simply overflowing with happiness over the fact that someone shared her point of view. Though she kept that feeling in chains since it could be a bluff to gain her trust for whatever reason, she had to put him up to some test before she could celebrate. In fact, she suddenly froze in the middle of a step, she had made a mistake, she had just let the other Elf go unharmed without any proof that he -actually- agreed with her, just mere words. She let out an low growl as she turned her steps in another direction, deciding to skip out on her lesson and head towards the Archdruid's den to make sure the Elf didn't go and squeal information to them. Trust
To Lerania's disappointment, she sensed the slightly familiar Elf's aura as she came close to the audiance chamber. Her anger slowly built itself up the closer she came, however she somehow managed to calm down herself she knew how dire the situation could become if she made one mistake here. Taking out -one- of the Archdruids would be a bit of a long shot, many of them was simply out of the question, and then she had the unknown factor of the equation, which was the other Elf. Even if he squeled she doubted he could present solid proof of her actions, there were no method to prove that one spoke the truth. However, Lerania would likely be interrogated thoroughly, she was not sure about how far they were willing to go in that regard. Worst case scenario she'd be sent to some sort of jail for eternity, something like the sentence Illidan had received.
Whatever the case, she had to listen to the conversation somehow, using nature would be risky as the Archdruids could potentially detect her. She had not much time to consider other options either, the only option she came up with was to transform into an animal. She was not good at this compared to other types of druidism, she was no druid of the claw. Thus she considered that to be even more risky. So as it turned out, Lerania trusted nature, and it delivered, she could hear each and every word that was spoken in the room.
They had not been in there for long, she knew that as she had left the other Elf not too long ago, but the Archdruid had just been informed about who he was and his intentions. Apparently only one of them had hired him or whatever, the others were not involved. Lerania positioned herself a few meters from the big chamber door mumbling some segments from a few sacred druid texts to avoid suspicion from those who passed by. Eventually the Archdruid came around to ask for what he found out, Lerania was on her toes ready to run if the wrong words were uttered. Luckily for her though, they were not, in fact they were quite.. pleasing.
'There is no doubt about the guilty being very skilled. It took ages to find traces of the magic used to commit the -unfortunate- murders, however.. I could not pinpoint the guilty due his or her cleverness, with all due respect I doubt any of the students here could pull it of.' Lerania could not see it, but the Elf narrowed his eyes slightly to indicate what he meant by the last part, he was accusing one of the Archdruids as potential suspects. The Archdruid would not be silent after hearing this though, so he quickly added:
'Just a possibility, please, do consider it.' he pleaded as he turned around to leave the debating Archdruids in 'peace'. As he came out of the door of the audience chamber he turned his head towards Lerania with a quick wink. He then approached her to whisper something.
'You're welcome.' was the short sentence delivered. Lerania smiled coldly and was about to answer but the Elf had somehow 'accidently' managed to touch her behind slightly. Lerania returned the favor by sending a green bolt of nature energy towards him. However the Elf was gone before it reached him, he was gone in a minor explosion of purple particles. Which left Lerania alone with a hole through the wall due the spell impact. She quickly ran from the scene still maintaining her cold smile as the Elf had made her work that much easier now.
New Plans
The next few years continued as before, Lerania's studies proceeded and her murders along with it, over time she came to use more horrific methods, perhaps a sign to show that the victims were nothing to her and she could play around with her 'food' for quite a while without effort. However.. it had granted zero result, her apprenticeship was brought up every now and when but it was always denied by popular vote. Her acquaintance, whom she came to call 'Requiem', which was not his real name. Her reason for doing so.. was rather vague and not so logical.
She did not want others to hear his name because of the fact that she uttered it, thus she called him by said nickname even when seemingly alone. 'Requiem' came around to visit every now and then, the time between each visit varied quite a bit, it could be less than i month, but sometimes almost half a year which seemed to be his unwritten limit of how long he was gone.
To inform Lerania of him having return he usually put a small lock of his hair somewhere in her quarters. She had made some half-hearted efforts to prevent him from sneaking in, but to no success so far.
There was usually a small paper attached to the lock, merely containing a few words that varied from time to time, mostly filling the purpose of letting Lerania know his location, it was always written somewhat cryptic in case someone else where to find it.
The word 'Crown' was the most common one, which referred to the tree crowns where they first met. So one day like any other Lerania entered her room during the evening.
She went to the middle of the room where a moonwell was located, though it was not quite as sacred as the normal ones. It served as her bath, however she did not feel for a bath this day for no specific reason, she just wanted to sleep right away. However, before doing that she decided to wash her hair somewhat quickly, she liked her hair quite a lot thus taking care of it was important enough to delay her sleep for a minute or two. She reached for a bucket which she filled with water from the moonwell, she then leaned out over it , lastly pouring the water from the bucket over her head, letting the water drip from her long hair back down into the moonwell's waters.
While she waited for most of the water to return to the moonwell she looked around in her room out of pure boredom. On one of her stools a short light blue hair lock was located. She walked towards it without delay with quick steps, reading the contents of the short message. She brought the hair lock towards her nose sniffing on it for a few second, while it seemed odd or maybe even crazy to most, her only reason for so was to get an extra clue about 'Requiems' whereabouts, if the hair smelled of baked bread you could be fairly certain the word on the paper was referring to a location in a nearby town. If it smelled of woods and trees however.. you get the point. This time around.. it smelled like.. berries.
'By Elune..' Lerania mumbled to herself as she pulled her fingers through her still wet hair as she was pretty sure the smell was a perfume as the smell was too strong to be natural.
She decided to sleep and hope that a new day would enable her to 'decrypt' the message. Though she would prefer to meet up with him right away, 'Tomorrow is as good as now' she told herself in an attempt to convince herself that it was the right call.
Either way, the following morning was spent by trying to figure out the vague message on the paper. Lerania sat on her bed's edge with her legs crossed, moving her foot slightly at a steady pace as she was doing so.
Out of nowhere 'You couldn't wait for my company it seems.' she stated with a bit of a bitter tone as it was somewhat insulting to not be 'smart' enough to understand the meaning fast enough. 'Time might not be a luxery we have.
You've gotten better at detecting me by the way.' Requiem replied as faded in, soon being visible to the naked eye, sitting next to Lerania on the bed. However a vine would suddenly appear and violently smash his side which took him by surprise and made him fly into the wall with a loud thump. 'Don't come here uninvited an sit down.' Lerania answered without moving her gaze at first, however after a few seconds of resisting she would eventually turn her gaze towards him as he remained leaning towards the wall seemingly fine and without injuries.
'Whatever you say Lera'. I will keep this short since I can't be seen here, for your sake. An opportunity has presented itself.' he explained. Lerania let out a sigh upon hearing her shortened name, it was fair since she had changed his name completely, but she thought it was uncreative of him to not come up with something new. 'I am dying to know.' she replied with a slight tone of sarcasm, the exaggeration was not that big since it was the first time 'Requiem' couldn't wait to have a conversation. 'Most of the Archdruids will not remain here due the decrease of students. You should take this chance.' Requiem spoke normally, not seeming to mind, or even taking note of the sarcasm.
'How would that benefit me? Other than the obvious that there will be less eyes to stay away from?' Lerania said both annoyed and confused, but found comfort in the company rather than the words, she did not socialize with many after all.
'The Archdruids fail or refuse to acknowledge you, I don't care which, but in the end it proves that you need to take a step further.' He rose up from his sitting position and walked towards Lerania then leaning forward, placing his face mere centimeters from hers. They could feel each other's breath as Requiem continued. 'Kill them.'
At first, Lerania's eyes shined with excitement over the thought. 'Then the other would have to see my worth, right?! and it will be much easier to find one isolated among them if most of them leave!' her voice sounding very much like an excited child. 'Correct, Lera' he replied with a cold smile.
Exile
Yet to be written.
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Pre-Demon Hunter appearance
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Name: | Lerania Leafcrest |
Title(s): | Archdruid, Lady, Harbinger of Chaos |
Class: | Druid, Demon Hunter |
Age: | 9000~ |
Gender: | Female |
Race: | Night Elf |
Location: | 'The Glade' |
Affiliation(s): | Phantom, Cenarion Circle (former) |
Relative(s): | yet to be added |
State: | Alive |
Alignment: | Chaotic evil
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