Emmelié
11-25-2008, 05:20 AM
Full Name: Emmelié Darkewood
Nicknames: Emme, Lié, Gremily, The Mantis.
Date of Birth: January 17th.
Age: Eighty-seven at the time of her death. ((And I'm not entirely sure if this would put her in her late twenties to early thirties so if I'm mistaken, please let me know and I'll fix it.))
Race: Sin'Dorei
Gender: Female
Hair: Auburn wrapped in a tight bun around the top of her head or down in
tight curls.
Skin: Fairly tanned.
Eyes: Ice blue.
Height: Average height for a woman of her race.
Weight: Pfft. Toned.
Place of residence: The Underbelly of Dalaran.
Place of Birth: Emmelié was born inside the Darkewood family Estate in Hillsbrad Foothills.
Known Relatives: None that still live.
Religion/Philosophy: None. Emmelié lives by her own rules and follows her own schedule.
Occupation: Death Knight
Group/Guild affiliation: Occupo nox Noctis
Guild Rank: The Grim Lady
Enemies: Everyone is seen as an enemy until proven otherwise.
Likes: The smell of blood, slaying creatures much stronger than she, riding across dangerous lands, exploring.
Favorite Foods: Barbeque buzzard bites and fruits of any kind.
Favorite Drinks: Bourbon, always bourbon.
Favorite Colors: Royal blue.
Weapons of Choice: Two handed swords and axes.
Dislikes: The general population, Palladins or light followers of any kind.
Hobbies: Lurking around high populated Alliance areas, exploring ruins and caverns, swimming.
Physical Features: Auburn hair that she keeps in a tight bun atop her head, ruby gems dangle from her ears. Emmelié usually keeps her face covered, opting for masks or a hood to hide the straight line scars down below her chin and neck which she aquired while fighting the scourage. Emmelié also has a couple of tattoos. One is of a large dragon that covers her back, it's wings spread over her shoulder blades. She also has her brother's name in ancient, scrolling text across her heart.
Special Abilities: Sporadic healing.
Personality: Emmelié was properly nicknamed The Mantis. She's a ruthless woman who has not a fear in the world. She will enter a fight even if there is no chance of survival and when she is revived, she gets back up and tries again. Filthy rich with a taste for power, Emmelié was born into an elite family and she has no shame in flauting it. The rogue daughter with no problem stooping to any lows to achieve the goals she sets. She's mysterious in her ways and mannerisms, only giving people enough information to keep them guessing. In her eyes, she is authority, she makes up her own mind, and she will not change for anyone. Stubborn and sometimes out right cruel, Emmelié also has a more alluring side. Her low, sensual voice and elegant demeanor captures the attention of everyone she comes into contact with. Like a serpent, Emmelié mystifies her prey until they are reduced to menions. She's highly intelligent with a sharp mind and an eye for the future. Ambition leads her sometimes, her intentions always a little twisted. However, despite how malicious she may be, Emmelié is very eloquent and well mannered while in conversation. She knows how to talk her way into and out of any situation and she does well. When she wants, she recieves and that suits her just fine.
Misc. Quirks: Emmelié always wears a mask covering her face. It is doubtful anyone would ever have the oppourtunity to see what she looks like underneath.
Played by What Famous Person: Fiona Apple
Theme Songs: Pet by A Perfect Circle http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrEP3RPgEao&feature=related
History: Emmelié was born into a Revered family of Priests who consulted with Kael'Thas himself. She was raised under a strict roof, her parents keen on her education and training with the light. Emmelié had always had a tenacious soul, the heart of a warrior, though her parents disapproved of her becoming a warrior, they opted for a stronger, yet still Light yeilding class; The Palladin. She was skilled with a blade, lithe and graceful with her dodges and parries. Yet she was not a light bearer at heart, she only continued her training only to please her family.
Born also into the Darkewood family was young Emmett. Such a young, curious child, always getting into this and that. He had the true heart of a Palladin, though young and still full of all the wonder childhood possessed, Emmett was always the most noble. Emmelié treasured her sibling, the only innocent thing she had ever known. Even in her own fairly young age, Emmelié had seen far too much to still possess any innocence. She had always been very well educated... in and outside of the Academy. One evening, while their parents had stepped out to consult with the Magisters, Emmelié ventured deep within the forest. Emmett was supposed to have been watched by his nurse, was supposed to have been asleep... Yet his insatiable curiousity led him into the forest behind his sister...
Emmelié could hear the screams from where she stood, the shrill, terrified screams of a child. Her heart dropped to her feet, which were already running at top speed towards the source. A tall, gangly creature held her brother's torso within it's talons, it's red eyes illuminating it's blood soaked smile. Emmelié screamed once, twice, before she could even make a move. Removing her blade from it's sheath on her back, she lashed out blindly at the creature, tears staining her cheeks, mixing with blood. The Wretched fell at her feet, still gurgling for breath. Emmelié took what strength she could muster to find all she could of Emmett... to have something to bury.
Emmelié aquired the nickname Gremily while still in the Academy. Many of the children called her this behind her back, and though they thought she didn't hear, she was well aware of their snide comments. However, instead of making her angry, it brought a smile to her face. Emme had always taken pride in being the outcast because the beauty of it was, they knew only what they assume. Emmelié, however, could recite to someone entire conversations of her peers, recall their full names, dates of birth. She was always observing, listening, but never approaching. Even as a young woman, she was intimidating and far too ambitious than most children.
As she grew older, more mature, so did her desire for power... of any sort. She had been in and out of relationships, never finding the right satisfaction. Her parents, seeing her restlessness with men, thought to find a man for her. This, however, was the worst idea they had ever had. Seeing as she and her parents had never once agreed on anything, they could have, in no way, got her taste in men correct. His name was Remney, a boisterous, loud, bumbling fellow with the strong stench of scotch on his breath, though only when not in the presence of her parents. No, around them he was the quiet, sensitive listener with the most golden smile any man could ever possess. Of course Emmelié refused but seeing as in her parent's beliefs, they arranged these sorts of things, she had to at least try. They were wed inside Silvermoon City, a huge spectacle made of the event. The marriage was well played by two very good actors, neither of them having any feelings for the other. Remney wanted her money and Emmelié just wanted him dead. Her window of oppourtunity came when she arrived home from a long stay inside Stormwind and found her beloved husband lying in bed with a beautiful woman she was sure worked for the Bank inside Silvermoon. Never once did she shed a tear, there was no broken heart. Instead, with a smile on her face, she removed his head clean off his shoulders, thus aquiring the nickname, The Mantis.
Emmelié's life changed the day she heard the news of Arthas' return. Her mother had all but withered in their old age, having survived the first scourage attacks and watched her only surviving offspring graduate from the Academy and leave to further her training. She returned to them on the day of Arthas' return and bid her mother farewell, leaving her in tears. She did not tell exactly of her plans and left with a whispered good bye as she closed the door behind her. Not a month after her depature, Emmelié caught wind of her mother's passing. Emmelié fought through dangerous lands, battled the strongest alliance, but she prevailed and found her way to Arthas himself, bowing before him without a word or explanation. Arthas accepted her and she watched him closely, learning and bettering herself. She was suited to be a Death Knight, having the determination to get the job done and the ruthlessness to get the job done well.
Currently Emmelié is founder and leader of the guild Occupo Nox Noctis. Anté is at her right hand and she is quick to go to him with an idea or question. Emmelié chose Anté long before the Noctis was established. He had proven himself to her in their earlier days under Arthas' rule. Dark and malicious, just as she, Emme knew Anté was the one. Even before she denounced her legion to Arthas, Emme has a plan formulating in her mind and she knew she could not carry out her desires alone. She earned his trust and together they have wreaked their havoc over Eastern Kingdoms, Kalimdor, and the Outlands. Next they will take Northrend but this time they will have an entire dark army behind them.
Nicknames: Emme, Lié, Gremily, The Mantis.
Date of Birth: January 17th.
Age: Eighty-seven at the time of her death. ((And I'm not entirely sure if this would put her in her late twenties to early thirties so if I'm mistaken, please let me know and I'll fix it.))
Race: Sin'Dorei
Gender: Female
Hair: Auburn wrapped in a tight bun around the top of her head or down in
tight curls.
Skin: Fairly tanned.
Eyes: Ice blue.
Height: Average height for a woman of her race.
Weight: Pfft. Toned.
Place of residence: The Underbelly of Dalaran.
Place of Birth: Emmelié was born inside the Darkewood family Estate in Hillsbrad Foothills.
Known Relatives: None that still live.
Religion/Philosophy: None. Emmelié lives by her own rules and follows her own schedule.
Occupation: Death Knight
Group/Guild affiliation: Occupo nox Noctis
Guild Rank: The Grim Lady
Enemies: Everyone is seen as an enemy until proven otherwise.
Likes: The smell of blood, slaying creatures much stronger than she, riding across dangerous lands, exploring.
Favorite Foods: Barbeque buzzard bites and fruits of any kind.
Favorite Drinks: Bourbon, always bourbon.
Favorite Colors: Royal blue.
Weapons of Choice: Two handed swords and axes.
Dislikes: The general population, Palladins or light followers of any kind.
Hobbies: Lurking around high populated Alliance areas, exploring ruins and caverns, swimming.
Physical Features: Auburn hair that she keeps in a tight bun atop her head, ruby gems dangle from her ears. Emmelié usually keeps her face covered, opting for masks or a hood to hide the straight line scars down below her chin and neck which she aquired while fighting the scourage. Emmelié also has a couple of tattoos. One is of a large dragon that covers her back, it's wings spread over her shoulder blades. She also has her brother's name in ancient, scrolling text across her heart.
Special Abilities: Sporadic healing.
Personality: Emmelié was properly nicknamed The Mantis. She's a ruthless woman who has not a fear in the world. She will enter a fight even if there is no chance of survival and when she is revived, she gets back up and tries again. Filthy rich with a taste for power, Emmelié was born into an elite family and she has no shame in flauting it. The rogue daughter with no problem stooping to any lows to achieve the goals she sets. She's mysterious in her ways and mannerisms, only giving people enough information to keep them guessing. In her eyes, she is authority, she makes up her own mind, and she will not change for anyone. Stubborn and sometimes out right cruel, Emmelié also has a more alluring side. Her low, sensual voice and elegant demeanor captures the attention of everyone she comes into contact with. Like a serpent, Emmelié mystifies her prey until they are reduced to menions. She's highly intelligent with a sharp mind and an eye for the future. Ambition leads her sometimes, her intentions always a little twisted. However, despite how malicious she may be, Emmelié is very eloquent and well mannered while in conversation. She knows how to talk her way into and out of any situation and she does well. When she wants, she recieves and that suits her just fine.
Misc. Quirks: Emmelié always wears a mask covering her face. It is doubtful anyone would ever have the oppourtunity to see what she looks like underneath.
Played by What Famous Person: Fiona Apple
Theme Songs: Pet by A Perfect Circle http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrEP3RPgEao&feature=related
History: Emmelié was born into a Revered family of Priests who consulted with Kael'Thas himself. She was raised under a strict roof, her parents keen on her education and training with the light. Emmelié had always had a tenacious soul, the heart of a warrior, though her parents disapproved of her becoming a warrior, they opted for a stronger, yet still Light yeilding class; The Palladin. She was skilled with a blade, lithe and graceful with her dodges and parries. Yet she was not a light bearer at heart, she only continued her training only to please her family.
Born also into the Darkewood family was young Emmett. Such a young, curious child, always getting into this and that. He had the true heart of a Palladin, though young and still full of all the wonder childhood possessed, Emmett was always the most noble. Emmelié treasured her sibling, the only innocent thing she had ever known. Even in her own fairly young age, Emmelié had seen far too much to still possess any innocence. She had always been very well educated... in and outside of the Academy. One evening, while their parents had stepped out to consult with the Magisters, Emmelié ventured deep within the forest. Emmett was supposed to have been watched by his nurse, was supposed to have been asleep... Yet his insatiable curiousity led him into the forest behind his sister...
Emmelié could hear the screams from where she stood, the shrill, terrified screams of a child. Her heart dropped to her feet, which were already running at top speed towards the source. A tall, gangly creature held her brother's torso within it's talons, it's red eyes illuminating it's blood soaked smile. Emmelié screamed once, twice, before she could even make a move. Removing her blade from it's sheath on her back, she lashed out blindly at the creature, tears staining her cheeks, mixing with blood. The Wretched fell at her feet, still gurgling for breath. Emmelié took what strength she could muster to find all she could of Emmett... to have something to bury.
Emmelié aquired the nickname Gremily while still in the Academy. Many of the children called her this behind her back, and though they thought she didn't hear, she was well aware of their snide comments. However, instead of making her angry, it brought a smile to her face. Emme had always taken pride in being the outcast because the beauty of it was, they knew only what they assume. Emmelié, however, could recite to someone entire conversations of her peers, recall their full names, dates of birth. She was always observing, listening, but never approaching. Even as a young woman, she was intimidating and far too ambitious than most children.
As she grew older, more mature, so did her desire for power... of any sort. She had been in and out of relationships, never finding the right satisfaction. Her parents, seeing her restlessness with men, thought to find a man for her. This, however, was the worst idea they had ever had. Seeing as she and her parents had never once agreed on anything, they could have, in no way, got her taste in men correct. His name was Remney, a boisterous, loud, bumbling fellow with the strong stench of scotch on his breath, though only when not in the presence of her parents. No, around them he was the quiet, sensitive listener with the most golden smile any man could ever possess. Of course Emmelié refused but seeing as in her parent's beliefs, they arranged these sorts of things, she had to at least try. They were wed inside Silvermoon City, a huge spectacle made of the event. The marriage was well played by two very good actors, neither of them having any feelings for the other. Remney wanted her money and Emmelié just wanted him dead. Her window of oppourtunity came when she arrived home from a long stay inside Stormwind and found her beloved husband lying in bed with a beautiful woman she was sure worked for the Bank inside Silvermoon. Never once did she shed a tear, there was no broken heart. Instead, with a smile on her face, she removed his head clean off his shoulders, thus aquiring the nickname, The Mantis.
Emmelié's life changed the day she heard the news of Arthas' return. Her mother had all but withered in their old age, having survived the first scourage attacks and watched her only surviving offspring graduate from the Academy and leave to further her training. She returned to them on the day of Arthas' return and bid her mother farewell, leaving her in tears. She did not tell exactly of her plans and left with a whispered good bye as she closed the door behind her. Not a month after her depature, Emmelié caught wind of her mother's passing. Emmelié fought through dangerous lands, battled the strongest alliance, but she prevailed and found her way to Arthas himself, bowing before him without a word or explanation. Arthas accepted her and she watched him closely, learning and bettering herself. She was suited to be a Death Knight, having the determination to get the job done and the ruthlessness to get the job done well.
Currently Emmelié is founder and leader of the guild Occupo Nox Noctis. Anté is at her right hand and she is quick to go to him with an idea or question. Emmelié chose Anté long before the Noctis was established. He had proven himself to her in their earlier days under Arthas' rule. Dark and malicious, just as she, Emme knew Anté was the one. Even before she denounced her legion to Arthas, Emme has a plan formulating in her mind and she knew she could not carry out her desires alone. She earned his trust and together they have wreaked their havoc over Eastern Kingdoms, Kalimdor, and the Outlands. Next they will take Northrend but this time they will have an entire dark army behind them.