Dhovia - A possible history
I wrote this out eariler, as a possible history for a Night Elf Warrior I made for Moon Guard. I thought I'd post it here, to get your feedback. I would love to hear what you guys think, what you believe it needs to improve it, or how credible/playable you think it might be. :)
The night sky was dark, clouds concealing the moon and stars from view. The night was unusually quiet as absolutely nothing made a noise.
“Listen to me, my brave girl!” her mother hissed at her, the beautiful Darnassian language thick with worry and fear. “When I tell you to, I want you to run as hard and fast as you can. Do not stop to look back, just run.”
“But mother.” She began to protest, her young eyes staring up into wise eyes that spoke volumes of the fear she was feeling and the gravity of the situation.
“Do not argue with me Dhovia!” her mother commanded.She placed a golden locket over the young elf’s head, and hugged her tightly before she gave her a kiss and let her go. Her eyes scanned the horizon, before meeting the child’s gaze again. “When I tell you, you run. Remember, no matter what happens or where you are, I will always, always love you!” Dhovia went to open her mouth to respond, but at that moment her mother gave her a light shove and yelled “Run!!” Dhovia sprinted as hard and as fast as she could, her little legs pounding against the brush.She had no idea where she was going, but she could only listen to what her mother instructed her.
Dhovia ran until her lungs ached to draw breath and her side ached like someone had dug knives into her sides.She stopped to catch her breath and looked over her shoulder, expecting to see her mother there.There was no sign of anyone. Dhovia scanned the brush, looking for signs of movement, but saw nothing. Fear exploded within her and Dhovia fought the urge to scream. She turned and ran off again, weaving in and around the brush of the forest. Just as she was about to burst out into the clearing, a sound came off to her side; the snapping of twigs. Dhovia turned and plunged headlong into the brush away from the sound. It was no use though, she felt the strong hand grab her arm and she was hauled up off her feet and carried away. She kicked and screamed with all her might, but it did her no good. She was captured.
Dhovia spent her life in captivity, a slave to an unforgiving and spiteful man. She was taught to fight, and bets were issued against her. Dhovia found she enjoyed fighting though, and would often look forward to the fights. Oh, she lost many battles, but it was the expression of pain and the power she felt that brought the joy to her. At first, it was her only outlet for her anger at the situation. She would attack wildly anyone who came near her. Her owner beat her and tried to teach her the better techniques that would allow her to win battles, but her anger always won out and she would return to the same wild techniques she had always used.
When Dhovia hit puberty, what the humans would call about 13, her owner decided to try using her to satisfy his sexual appetite. He came to her one night and tried touching her. Dhovia lost her temper and beat him to death. Free from her owner, Dhovia ran off and headed for the one safe-haven she knew; Darnassus. She went to the Temple of Elune and tried putting her attention on to learning about the Goddess. She found it hard to concentrate, and had trouble retaining information. She was always in trouble for fighting. Age did not calm her temper, it only heightened her abilities.
The priestesses tried to calm Dhovia and to cure her violent streak, but they were unable to do so. Years passed before they finally accepted defeat and sent Dhovia to Shadowglen to learn the way of the Warrior. Dhovia was told to speak to Alyissia, who would show her the way to become a warrior. Dhovia had plenty of time to think about her life and all that brought her to where she was. Her most prized possession was the golden necklace that her mother had given her; a locket with a picture of both herself and her mother. Dhovia decided that she would work hard to be a good warrior, and would travel through the world looking for her mother. Someone, some where, has to know about her mother. She vowed that she would never speak of her past; of being owned and killing him. Her life begun in Darnassus, and should anyone ask her of her past, she would simply say she grew up in Darnassus.
I probably need to flesh it out more, or extend it some. But yea, I'd love to hear your opinions on it please. =)
The night sky was dark, clouds concealing the moon and stars from view. The night was unusually quiet as absolutely nothing made a noise.
“Listen to me, my brave girl!” her mother hissed at her, the beautiful Darnassian language thick with worry and fear. “When I tell you to, I want you to run as hard and fast as you can. Do not stop to look back, just run.”
“But mother.” She began to protest, her young eyes staring up into wise eyes that spoke volumes of the fear she was feeling and the gravity of the situation.
“Do not argue with me Dhovia!” her mother commanded.She placed a golden locket over the young elf’s head, and hugged her tightly before she gave her a kiss and let her go. Her eyes scanned the horizon, before meeting the child’s gaze again. “When I tell you, you run. Remember, no matter what happens or where you are, I will always, always love you!” Dhovia went to open her mouth to respond, but at that moment her mother gave her a light shove and yelled “Run!!” Dhovia sprinted as hard and as fast as she could, her little legs pounding against the brush.She had no idea where she was going, but she could only listen to what her mother instructed her.
Dhovia ran until her lungs ached to draw breath and her side ached like someone had dug knives into her sides.She stopped to catch her breath and looked over her shoulder, expecting to see her mother there.There was no sign of anyone. Dhovia scanned the brush, looking for signs of movement, but saw nothing. Fear exploded within her and Dhovia fought the urge to scream. She turned and ran off again, weaving in and around the brush of the forest. Just as she was about to burst out into the clearing, a sound came off to her side; the snapping of twigs. Dhovia turned and plunged headlong into the brush away from the sound. It was no use though, she felt the strong hand grab her arm and she was hauled up off her feet and carried away. She kicked and screamed with all her might, but it did her no good. She was captured.
Dhovia spent her life in captivity, a slave to an unforgiving and spiteful man. She was taught to fight, and bets were issued against her. Dhovia found she enjoyed fighting though, and would often look forward to the fights. Oh, she lost many battles, but it was the expression of pain and the power she felt that brought the joy to her. At first, it was her only outlet for her anger at the situation. She would attack wildly anyone who came near her. Her owner beat her and tried to teach her the better techniques that would allow her to win battles, but her anger always won out and she would return to the same wild techniques she had always used.
When Dhovia hit puberty, what the humans would call about 13, her owner decided to try using her to satisfy his sexual appetite. He came to her one night and tried touching her. Dhovia lost her temper and beat him to death. Free from her owner, Dhovia ran off and headed for the one safe-haven she knew; Darnassus. She went to the Temple of Elune and tried putting her attention on to learning about the Goddess. She found it hard to concentrate, and had trouble retaining information. She was always in trouble for fighting. Age did not calm her temper, it only heightened her abilities.
The priestesses tried to calm Dhovia and to cure her violent streak, but they were unable to do so. Years passed before they finally accepted defeat and sent Dhovia to Shadowglen to learn the way of the Warrior. Dhovia was told to speak to Alyissia, who would show her the way to become a warrior. Dhovia had plenty of time to think about her life and all that brought her to where she was. Her most prized possession was the golden necklace that her mother had given her; a locket with a picture of both herself and her mother. Dhovia decided that she would work hard to be a good warrior, and would travel through the world looking for her mother. Someone, some where, has to know about her mother. She vowed that she would never speak of her past; of being owned and killing him. Her life begun in Darnassus, and should anyone ask her of her past, she would simply say she grew up in Darnassus.
I probably need to flesh it out more, or extend it some. But yea, I'd love to hear your opinions on it please. =)