World of Warcraft: Character Backgrounds

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This is the background I made for a friend:

The Warrior

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In a world of war, the local authority leader’s failing to control their citizens, there lived a small farmhand and her husband. It was said that on the day their second child was born, it was the first time no murder happened in their territory; known as Westfall. The child grew, in blissful ignorance of the world around them. The wars continued, workers revolted, and the army all but abandoned the territory. Whatever remained of the population left, joined a faction, or stayed on their decaying farms, hoping for a miracle to happen. No one saw what was slowly brewing beneath it all.

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Cherina O’ßannon worked on the farm with her parents as farmhands for the owner since she was five. She hated her life in Westfall. Everything she did always seemed wrong, whether she was cooking up some wolf meat, tuning the harvest golems, a mechanical being resembling a scarecrow that attacks any pests, planting seeds, or even getting water from the well. She would often be sent to her small room, which resembled a shed, without dinner. When she was young, she would often see her mother crying, bruises on her arms and face.

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Cherina would lay awake, pretending to sleep and listening to the muffled voices through the wall of her shed that she shared with her brother. “Was he hitting you again?” She would hear the farm owner saying. Her mother would blatantly deny it, trying to make an excuse for the marks Cherina would see on her the next day. It wasn’t until she was old enough to physically work on the farm that her father started beating her as well, she would try to avoid being alone with him, it would happen at random times; when she was bailing hay in the barn, while the rest of the family was out on errands, sometimes at night before everyone went to sleep. Whenever her mother saw and tried to stop him, he would hit or threaten her; causing Cherina’s mother to give up the fight and cower away somewhere. After awhile, Cherina couldn't control her own shaking; all she felt was fear when she saw her father, no love, happiness, or even shame.

 

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She would cover her bruises, trying not to allow her brother to see them. If her brother did see them he would immediately try to face their father; she knew doing such things would only lead to another beating. That said, the only light in her life was her brother; he always seemed to be joyful, even when times seemed most dire for her. He knew exactly how to cheer her up. That was, until his body was found on the side of the road. He was on his way back from getting some grain for the farm. The only witness said Cherina’s brother was being hassled by a group of men wearing bandanas the color of blood. He attacked them, trying to escape; they stabbed him in the back, and then slit his throat. After the funeral, Cherina actually saw her father crying. This was the first time she had felt anything for him; he seemed so pitiful. That night, his sadness turned to anger; he beat them mercilessly, and that was the last straw. It had to end.

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Two days later, authorities found her father’s corpse in a ditch, maimed and almost unrecognizable, the authorities never found out who committed the crime.

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Even after her father’s death, nothing seemed good enough still; that was until a farm hand was being attacked. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen, one that seemed to have a red tint; one that seemed rusted from ditchwater, and ran to the defense of the child. By this time, she would be old enough to marry, or in modern times, join the armed services. “Come with us or we will make you,” she heard one of the men saying, “we won’t take no for answer.”

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It was just a moment after that the men saw their friend fall, blood dripping from a wound in his chest. It would be only minutes later that the last man would fall and authorities would arrive on horseback. It would be days after that a recruiter for the army of Stormwind would arrive, trying to persuade her to join. “Talk has been heard of your prowess in battle with those bandits,” he would say, “You would be a valuable asset to the army.” The army wasn’t trusted in Westfall since they had all but abandoned it. “You will be able to see your family, be paid, and get three square meals a day.” It was tempting, but her family was more important.

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“I have more important things to do here at the farm, besides my mother has already lost everyone else, I don’t think she could bear to lose the last person she has.” Although Cherina hated Westfall, family commitment kept her from leaving.

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It wasn’t until later that her mentor; Alex O’Rielly would show up. Alex was a friendly guard from the nearby town of Sentinel Hill. Raised from another farm family, he immediately clicked with Cherina. He had thick red locks of hair; a little dusty from his work. He looked like everyone else in this dusty prairie wasteland. But something about him just attracted the two together. Perhaps it was his constant cocky attitude; a smirk was always on his face. He wore heavily plated armor, like the stereo-typical knight. The difference however, between his armor and the stereo-typical version is the necessity of it. The armor was his only lifeline, seeing as most guards working for the town had no combat experience or training. The armor was also back-water. Large cracks and rust were everywhere in the armor, and the only piece that was missing in it was the helmet, but instead of a helmet, Alex wore a red silk headband.

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The two met at the local grain-store; before Alex had initiated into the guard. It was soon after Cherina denied the initiation into the army. After a quick hello and introduction, they immediately became friends. As they spent more time together, the more they knew about each other. It was logical that two similar entities would in turn come to find more interest, and that is why Alex became her boyfriend. The happiness she felt filled her with extreme ecstasy.

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All good things must come to an end; it seems, for after their relationship was fully developed; an incident occurred. While visiting Alex’s house one day, he asked her to wait in his room when some visitors appeared. Curious, Cherina left the room, and decided to eavesdrop on them. “So, did you get the job done?” Alex’s visitors were asking. Cherina could not seethe visitors through the keyhole and was curious to who they were.

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“I wasn’t able to, Cherina is in the other room and I decided to spend time with her,” Alex was saying.

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“Isn’t that the girl whose brother we killed awhile back,” one of the visitors asked. It was at this moment that Cherina’s heart skipped a beat, causing her to let out a small squeak. The door opened immediately and Cherina was dragged in. She did not fight back because she was frozen with fear; the visitors were wearing bandannas the color of blood.

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Cherina was tied to a chair in the room and set next to the table in the back of the room; she was gagged with a spare bandana one of the villains had. “What should we do to her now that she knows,” one of the men asked.

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“I think we should kill her,” implied one. He sat in a corner, flicking a knife with his fingers, checking its sharpness while watching Cherina. It was at the precise moment he said that when Alex stabbed him in the heart.

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“What is wrong with you,” one was yelling before anyone had time to react, and he too was stricken down, but he was stabbed in the gut. A split second later, Cherina found a knife at her throat and a rough voice behind her telling Alex to put his blade down. He seemed to debate it for some time, and then set his weapon down.

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“Now this beauty and I,” the man pulled Cherina’s hair, “will be leaving.” He started pulling the chair towards the door, Cherina was crying from fear and the memory of her brother. “Stop crying,” the man started yelling, “or I’ll give you something to cry about.” As soon as they were at the door, the man cut the ropes holding her to the chair, but not the ones binding her. Cherina’s sobs were disgruntled by the gag. Soon they were on the road outside, the man shoving her by the back of her cloak.

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As soon as the man felt they were far enough away, he loosened the rope around her ankles, leaving her hands tied tight behind her back, “Now, once we reach town, you will not scream or yell as we retrieve my horse. After that we will ride to Stranglethorn Vale where people would pay a good price for someone like you.”
As soon as the sentence was finished, a yell came from behind, “Hey McFarland!” The man, who was now known as McFarland turned around, pulling Cherina in front of him as he did. The voice belonged to Alex.

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“I thought you would have run off by now, Alex,” the McFarland was saying, “you always were a coward. After all, you sold out to the boss after one little threat.” McFarland spit on the group in disgust. Cherina broke out in a new fit of crying, not knowing how to feel, it was right after this that she felt the cold steel against her throat again.

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“Let her be,” Alex was saying, “I will pay you off.” He holds up a large sack of coins. “I’ll make it worth your while.” He then put on his all too familiar smirk.

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“Sorry Alex,” the man started saying, “but she can fetch for a lot more don’t in Stranglethorn.”

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“That’s too bad then,” Alex responded, “I gave you a chance.” Alex then caught McFarland by surprise in throwing the knife his knife into McFarland’s face from 3 yards away. The knife in McFarland’s hand dropped before he could put in the muscle strength to slit her throat. Cherina dropped to the ground, sobbing and crying. At the sight of Alex drawing near, she relaxed; until see saw him search McFarland’s pockets and take the money and assorted objects from him. He then proceeded to walk to Cherina, pulling her up. “You okay,” he asked her as he removed the gag and ropes. Her response was to break out into tears again.

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This ordeal would leave her with relationship problems for the rest of her life. “I’m sorry,” Alex was saying, “I didn’t mean for this to happen to you.” Alex then brought her back to his house, which was mysteriously missing blood and bodies. When she finally calmed down enough to stop crying, he made food, of which none was eaten. She then decided the best thing to do was report to the authorities as soon as possible, taking Alex’s friendliness as a good sign, and that she was safe. When she first tried to leave, he told her that she was in no mental state to leave.

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When she tried leaving a second time, he told her she needed to rest and let her mind go through all that had happened, and she indeed did sleep. When she awoke and tried to leave a third time, she found that the door to the room she was in was locked. The window was not locked, and she slipped through that. As soon as she was out of the small dusty yard, she heard yelling as the door opened and Alex was chasing after her. She made it as far as the small stream about a half-mile down the road, which was about a quarter of a mile from the sheriff’s office, when he tackled her. Before she could recover from the tackle she felt her hands tied behind her back.

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“Where you trying to go, honey,” Alex was saying in a mocking tone as he then bound her feet and gagged her. He then put her on his shoulder and carried her back to his house. However she struggled, she could not escape his grasp. On arrival at his home, he threw her into a chair in the main room, and then proceeded to lock the door. “You don’t get it yet, do you,” he asked her, “When I offered to pay McFarland for you, I literally meant it.” He laughed; this was not the person she loved. “You belong to me now,” he stated. The next months were filled with him filing marriage papers and forcing her to sign them, Alex constantly watching her, and planning for escape.

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Every plan she thought about had a fatal flaw or a hindering problem. There seemed only one solution; murder. The only weapon she could think of was the old sword sitting on the fireplace mantle.

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Alex now carried a sword with him at all times and had combat experience with the Defias-Gang growing stronger, and their red bandanas becoming more menacing, she then decided she was going to die, or live free. She found the perfect plan.
Alex walked home the next day to find the door busted open, and Cherina nowhere in the house. This was the first time he realized how much trouble he could be in if she found her way to the Sheriff. He quickly looked around the place for any clues, and then started the trek towards the sheriff’s office. It was at the small stream a half-mile from his home that he found her, with a sword in her hand waiting for him.

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“Cherina, do you really want to do this,” he asked, staring her down, “Come with me back home and we will forget this ever happened.” Her response was to pick up a rock and throw it at him, worry showing on her face, but the worry had something behind it that he had never seen before from her; determination. He immediately felt the immediate urge to put the determination out like an annoying little fire that shouldn’t exist. “I don’t want to hurt you. Come with me and we cal talk it over,” he implied to her. But she wouldn’t move, the same stare she had when he found her was still on her face. “Fine then,” he said as he unsheathed his sword, “I will have to force you to come with me. That ancient blade will break within a few strikes.” It was at this moment that the battle had begun.

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He was surprised to find her strength and speed, for she had no experience in true combat before. After a few blocks and parries, her blade broke. Alex expected her to give up right then, but she just grabbed the broken end, and used it as a throwing weapon at him. When she missed, she fell to her knees, looking to the heavens and sobbing. He walked up to Cherina, “Let us be off, we have much to discuss.” As he pulled her to her feet, he felt a sharp pain in his side, below his rib cage, and found the hilt of the blade sticking out his side. Everything seemed blurry and disorientated. He stumbled backward until her fell on his back less than a yard away. It all turned out wrong. All of a sudden through the blur, the crystal clear image of her face was hanging above him. “All I wanted…” he said with a steam of blood running from his mouth, “…was the best for you.” He say her say something, but it was muffled as his mind faded into blackness.

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“I'm so sorry,” was the last thing Cherina said to Alex while he was alive. She hung above his body, staring at the cold, unblinking eyes for a moment, before she used her pointer and ring finger to close them. She was homeless, loveless, and was left with nothing but mental and social issues. She found out her mother was moved to Redridge, a town in a completely different territory because she could not live with the thought of both of the men in her life dying, and her daughter going missing. Their home was torn down while Cherina was in captivity. Cherina’s mother had also succumbed to the plague; a incurable disease that kills the possessor in the end. Cherina is now twenty, and could not face her mother. She decided to go to the only place that would accept her; she when to the Northshire Abbey to become a warrior for the Stormwind Army.

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Note* I do not lay claim to World of Warcraft or any of its products, this is purely fanmade.
Note** This story is for a player made character in World of Warcraft for Roleplaying, not an official npc