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Vesatia Shadoweaver

Bitchy, opinionated, Sin'dorei Pirate!

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Vesatia

Description

Vesatia stands at 5'9'', long flowing silver hair cascading down her back. Her alluring eyes glow an icy blue, and seem to hold a deep inner sorrow. Her form is extremely tiny, like most of her race. Small hoop earring dangle from her long elven ears; two on the left ear and one on the right ear. Vesatia's nails are long and painted, usually the color red to represent being a Bloodsail. Her fingers, arms, and legs are also rather long and slim, and she has a large "explosion" looking scar on her stomach.

Image (This is the current Vesatia. This picture is still a work in progress.)

Personality

Vesatia is rather obnoxious, and extremely bitchy. She doesn't trust many people, and throws insults and threats as a way of defense. Though she may have a rough exterior, Vesatia has a kindness deep inside of her, and is extremely caring to those who are close to her. She is also very protective, especially of her son.

There is determination in her as well, for once Vesatia has a goal she will stop at nothing to attain it.

As for her mouth, she IS a pirate after all. =D

Equipment

Vesatia has two sets of gear: battle and casual. Her casual gear consists of a white long-sleeved shirt that is tied between the breasts, showing off her whole belly, and is adorned with red trim. The bottom are nothing more than a pair of white underwear, with back trim that has ornate red diamonds on it, and a skirt attached. The skirt falls to Vesatia's knees, but does not cover the front of her legs, and is also adorned with red trim. The boots that she wears are mid-thigh white leather boots with black trim and red diamonds.

Vesatia's battle armor consists of black plate armor. The top shows off her midriff and is rather basic, except for the glowing red runes inscribed onto it and the spikes down the back and side of the arms. The bottoms are also black plate armor, and have the same red runes on them, as well as spikes down the side of her legs. Her boots come to her knees and are black as well, encircled completely by spikes. Her spaulders follow the same concept as well: Spikey.

History

Azra'kel Ebonilia Shadoweaver was born 80 years ago, though she does not know where she comes from. Growing up, Vesatia was a prized Sin'dorei hunter, though when the scourge attacked her home she lost herself and was taken into the grips of Arthas. Not able to bear the thought of what she had become, Azra'kel renamed herself Vesatia; she was not Azra'kel any longer. At long last Vesatia was freed from Arthas, only to find she didn't know where she belonged. She wandered to the city of Silvermoon, and all new adventures began.

Vesatia came to know a few people, and soon enough began having romantic relationships. Vesatia's reputation was growing worse, people thought of her was a whore, though she didn't see herself that way. She soon became infatuated with a Sin'dorei rogue named Mirson, and Mirson despised the woman. Vesatia kept working toward her goal, and finally bed with Mirson.

A couple of weeks later while in Ashenvale, Vesatia realized she was pregnant. She told Mirson the news, and he told her that he was sterile, though she knew he was lying. Things between Mirson and Vesatia became very tense, and Mirson went back to hating her.

In the time while Vesatia was alone, she went on a mission to join the Bloodsail Buccaneers, and after weeks of toiling she finally joined the pirate crew.

Vesatia began seeing a Sin'dorei paladin names Hrunter Sanguinar. Things went smoothly between the two of them, Hrunter even told her that he would raise Mirson's child as his own. Though everything was good in her life, Vesatia became extremely depressed and attempted to kill herself a few times, and everytime failed to kill her or the unborn child.

As Vesatia was in Silvermoon City one day, she had a run in with Mirson, which ended badly. The two had an argument, which turned to a full-fledge fight. Mirson, having much more battle experience than Vesatia, won. The fight left Vesatia without a right arm, and dead. A paladin was brought the dead woman, and Vesatia was revived, though her child was not. Only moments after being revived, Vesatia gave birth to her dead child.

She became a mindless zombie. Vesatia wandered around the streets of Silvermoon with her dead child in her arms, whispering, "My baby...my precious child..." A few people tried to explain to Vesatia that the child was dead, but she refused to believe them, and only ended up sobbing hysterically. A priest who found Vesatia took her into a small building. Taking the dead infant into his hands, he cast a powerful ressurection spell and brought the child to life.

The child was named Zaphkiel Kartefant Sanguinar, Kartefant after his god-father, and taking Hrunter's last name.

Vesatia was talking to Hrunter outside of Wayfarer's Rest one day about how Mirson was not going to be a father to his child. Mirson appeared out of the shadows, telling Vesatia that he did want to be a father to the child, just that he didn't like Vesatia. Vesatia scoffed, turning away from him.

Only days afterward, Vesatia and Hrunter split up, and Zaphkiel took Vesatia's last name. Heartbroken, Vesatia spent all of her gold on a sailing ship, which she named the Netherspite. Her full-time jobs were now a mother and pirate.

Zaphkiel grew up alone with his mother as a pirate. Vesatia raised him as a warlock, though he wanted to be a rogue. Zaphkiel was a prodigy when it came to being a warlock though, so Vesatia would not hear of it. Zaphkiel ran away from hs mother while they were in Stranglethorn Vale, and he came upon a Slayers Camp. The leader of the camp took Zaphkiel under his wing. Vesatia went searching for her son, and found him. Zaphkiel had wandered off from the camp and had got the unwanted attention of a full grown green dragon. The power unleashed a phenemonal power and destroyed the dragon within a matter of minutes.

A few days after the dragon incident a voice in Zaphkiel's head began to influence the young boy, finally causing him to destroy eveything withing a 20 yard radius of himself. The Slayers had enough, and sent the boy back with his mother. Zaphkiel had threatened "To go to him on his frozen throne." meaning that he meant to go to Arthas; the one who had been in Zaphkiel's head.

Vesatia took Zaphkiel to a Sin'dorei shaman she knew who had been raised by Trolls; his name was Feygalus. Feygalus tried what he could to remove the "curse" from Zaphkiel. Everyone had believed it worked. But Zaphkiel still heard Arthas.

Vesatia and Zaphkiel sailed together for a few years, until the boy was old enough to live alone. As they docked their boat, Zaphkiel turned on his mother, attempting to kill her and nearly doing so. The attack left Vesatia with a large "burn" mark from Zaphkiel's magic on her stomach.

Vesatia lived, and began to hear rumors of her son, the Unholy Sadist. Was it true? Is it really him? Now she wants to know the truth about who he is and why he tried to kill her.

So begins...

Vesatia Shadoweaver's Story

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 “ Oops! ”

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Vesatia Shadoweaver stood in the dimly lit woods, her eyes glancing up at the moons, then back down to the forboding darkness. In the distance, she spots two figures, one on the ground and one standing. "Let's gosee what this is all about...maybe it could be fun..." Pulling her cutlass from her side, Vesatia slowly began to creep towards the two up ahead.

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Vesatia Shadoweaver Turned her head as a small knife hit a tree next to her. "Surely you think I am scared of that?" Laughing softly Vesatia strode out of the shadows and into the light, resting her cutlass on her shoulder. "And just who do you think you are, attacking me? Try that again and you will come to regret it."

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 “ Well then, welcome back. ”

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 “ *Works on my drawing of Vesatia* I hate drawing backgrounds. ”

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 “ Alright. I will look forward to roleplaying with you then. ^.^ ”

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Vesatia Shadoweaver walked into the bar, looking around. It was the first time she had been here. Reflexively, her hand moved to the hilt of her cutlass, her glowing, icy blue eyes fixing their piercing gaze on each person in the room. Silently, the Sin'dorei moved to a table, sitting down, her elven ears bouncing as she did so. She curiously watched the group, snickering to herself as she watched a man appear out of the floor. "How very interesting..."

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Vesatia Shadoweaver pulled her pack onto her lap, pulling out a bottle of her favorite drink: rum. Poppoing the cork off of the top, she took a small sip, followed by an "Ahh." She let her pack fall back to her side as she scanned the room once more, her eyes resting on the man who had come out of the hole in the ground. Her slim fingers tapped at her cutlass as she stared at the man, creating an awkward feel.

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Vesatia Shadoweaver stood and walked to the man she had been staring at. Lifting her hand and pointing at him, her red painted fingernail just inches from his nose. "You! Are you a mage? You just appeared from no where, so, I am guessing you are a mage. Though, you could be a warlock, but you don't look sinister enough." Furrowing her brow she circled the man before sitting down in front of him.

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Vesatia Shadoweaver threw her cap over her shoulders as she walked into the bar. Her white, long-sleeved shirt stopped right below her breasts and her white pants looked like nothing more than white bikini bottoms. Striding across the floor, Vesatia found an empty spot in the bar, sitting down and unclipping her cloak and setting it on the table. Her glowing azure eyes peered warily from peron to person, setting themselves upon Bow for a time. Finally, Vesatia reached into her pack at her side, pulling a botte of rum out and popping the cork off before taking a small swig.

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Vesatia Shadoweaver taps her white leather boot on the bar floor, setting her drink on the table. The Sin'dorei placed her chin in her hands, calling out. "So, is there anyone even working here? Or do I have to get my own drink?"

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Vesatia Shadoweaver smiled, placing a finger to her lips, looking up for a second before turning her icy gaze to Drakus. "Beer. Just beer."

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Vesatia Shadoweaver smiles. The Sin'dorei woman stood, walking to the counter and taking the beer. Pulling her cutluss up, she used it to open the beer. "Thanks." She winked at Drakus before setting a piece of gold on the counter and walking back to her seat.