Aiobhe Donascreid

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Full Name: Aiobhe Donascreid

Nicknames: Abby

Date of Birth: Unknown

Age: 34

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Hair:Auburn; shoulder length bob kept neatly brushed

Skin:Smooth Ivory

Eyes: Amber

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 125

Place of residence: Stormwind

Place of Birth: Unknown

Known Relatives: None

Religion/Philosophy: She believes that the Light needs to embrace the shadows that it creates: both exist to better enable the inhabitants of Azeroth to fight against the Scourge.

Occupation: Tailoring & Enchanting

Group/Guild affiliation:

Guild Rank:


Likes: DOTs and Demons

Favorite Foods: Dragonbreath Chili

Favorite Drinks: Stout (Otek’s variety)

Favorite Colors: Blue

Weapons of Choice: Curses

Dislikes: Horde, Murlocs

Hobbies: Fishing

Physical Features: Abby has shiny, auburn hair, Amber eyes and smooth ivory skin

Special Abilities: You’d have to ask Kardael about those, a lady never tells

Positive Personality Traits: Bubbly, Friendly, Loyal

Negative Personality Traits: Tends to be over-optimistic (perky) and overly trusting


Aiobhe was left on the steps of Northshire Abbey as a toddler. No family was ever found. She was raised by the kitchen staff and had a happy childhood. It surprised and shocked everyone that knew her when she chose to become a Warlock. She is currently estranged from those that raised her.

She met the one true love of her life while she was apprenticed in Stormwind. She has pledged her life to the shadows and her heart to Kardael.

* * * * * * * *

Aiobhe breathed in deeply, a smile playing across her lips as she watched the life drain from the Redridge Mongrel, it was a beautiful day. If those blessed whelps would leave her to her business, it would be perfect. These were the tasks she truly loved, culling the threat to the towns and farms and collecting souls in the process. What could be be better?

* * * * * * * *

She ran, her breath coming hard. This was her first encounter with horde, a ghost wolf in hot pursuit and gaining fast. She wasn't fast enough. Pain shot through her as lightning seared her body. Aiobhe stopped running and turned, cursing the shaman with agony, corrupting his soul and setting it on fire while her imp fired firebolt after firebolt. She felt her life slipping away as the shaman continued to cast his lightning and shocks at her. Aiobhe desperately whispered the words of corruption again, cast a shadow bolt and drained the life out of the hapless soul that thought he could kill her. Her heart was racing and there was the sound of blood rushing in her ears, a smile on her face. She consumed a health stone, created another and continued her search for Takar the Seer and his encampment.

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