Lyren

Identity
Name	Lieren (surname unknown)
Nickname	Deathflower
Race	Human
Class	Rogue
Guild	The Shadow Hall
Professions	Herbalism Alchemy
Armory	My Armory
Appearance
Age	24
Build	slight
Height	5'2"
Weight	Slightly below average
Hair	Midnight black, cropped short
Eyes	Dark brown
Current Mood	Probably drunk
Vital Information
Family	Fell apart long ago
Birthplace	Stormwind slums
Activities
Role Playing	Go right ahead

Character Description

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Character Biography

The youngest of ten children, Lieren was far from spoiled. Her upbringing in the slums of Stormwind, born as she was into poverty, was dysfunctional, to say the least. Her mother Myris worked as a barmaid and each of her children, six boys and four girls, were fathered by a different man.

When Lieren was two, her eldest brother Collic – then fifteen years old – drowned in the canals of Stormwind, and whether it was by accident or as an act of suicide they never knew. Soon after, her mother became involved in a tavern brawl in which she, as well as two of her sons, was killed. After that the family fell apart, and Lieren never saw any of her half-siblings again; except for Maric, who stayed to raise her.

The two joined a gang of street kids who roamed Stormwind and the outlying forest, thieving and pickpocketing in order to survive. Under their guidance Lieren became skilled in the use of knives and in the skill of picking pockets and robbing empty houses. Lieren’s earliest happy memory is of being taken to the Darkmoon Faire by Maric and the gang, when she was five and he was eight-and-a-half. Somewhere along the way Lieren got hold of a mug of Darkmoon Special Reserve, and the next thing she remembers is waking with a pounding headache back in Stormwind.

There was a hut in the hills where a woman lived, and it was rumoured that she was a witch, or some such thing. So, logically, she would have some kind of magical trinket that would, at the very least, be worth something. So half the gang, Maric and Lieren among them, left Stormwind at dusk one night and made their way up to the house. They sent Maric in to filch whatever goods there were inside, but they had not counted on the woman’s superior hearing. She awoke, and though the gang did not see it, put Maric to sleep somehow and threw him out of the house – they assumed through the use of a spell.

That didn’t stop the children. The failure of one of their number refused to damper their spirits – rather, it bolstered them, convincing them that the woman was most certainly a witch with special abilities. They attacked together, running in and knocking the woman to the ground, then grabbing whatever they could find and charging back out again, the leader of the gang carrying Maric on his shoulders.

Once back in Stormwind, they pooled their loot, but were disappointed to find that the cloth bags they had stolen contained nothing more than a few useless flowers. It was then that Lieren pulled a petal off one of them and held them to Maric’s nose, wakening him instantly.

They called her ‘Flower’ after that.

Lieren's ability with herbs and flowers grew. But the more skilled she became, the less comfortable she felt within the stone walls of the city. She longed to be out in the open amongst the plants, and so one night she and Maric left the city. Once they were gone, she confided in her older brother her quiet longing to reunite what remained of their family. They set out for Goldshire, keeping to the edge of the roads, out of sight of the guards but out of range of the wild animals.

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