Raeven Williamson

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  • Name: Raeven Williamson
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: ravenm17
  • Nicknames: Rae, Tank, General Griev
  • Race: Human
  • Class: Paladin
  • Alignment: Northrend Special Forces
  • Deity: None
  • Age: 25
  • Size: 32 waist
  • Body Type: Strong/slim/curvacious
  • Height: 5'9"
  • Weight: 220Plbs with armor
  • Complexion: Pale peach, freckles
  • Hair: Midnight black
  • Eyes: Baby blue
  • Handedness: Right handed
  • Scars: One on the right side of face
  • Relationship Status: Divorced
  • Personality: I can be sweet. Depends on what you chose me to be.
  • Mannerisms: Well mannered.
  • Likes: Lollipops, chewing gum, flying, horse back riding, outdoors
  • Dislikes: Being stuck in one place for too long, scourge

• Description

  I seem generally normal to the naked eye, your average everyday human. The only difference is if you look in the eyes, I long for my home and family, someone at my side. A companion. Though the fire that melts over them of fierce power, the Light coursing in my veins. A single scar goes across my right eye and down my cheek, though it hides behind my hair.

• Biography

  Born to a Gilnean family, I only remember being raised in an orphanage, since my brother could not take care of me. I spent most of my life there, beginning training with the paladin's in the cathedral at age eleven. They made me train and fight hard, making sure that I had all aspects down of Protection. I would meditate at the orphanage when I had the chance. When they found out about my odd amount of strength, being able to pummel down massacre's of soldiers to beasts with enough momentum built up behind it, they helped me gain my control over it, even though I was already a patient and calm girl. That, is when I met my... deceased, first lover. Johnathan Walker. He was a strong and handsome man, courageous and pure. We wed when I was nineteen. Even though we were young, we knew it was what we wanted. We had met that of the special team that Lord Fordring was putting together. Jonathan was so pure that he could make more things that just shields and Judgments with the light. We were sent to Northrend when I was twenty one. In Northrend, I went through many quests and hardships with my team, until the day we came to face the Citadel... That cold and harsh place. I do not remember what happened before the Lich King had appeared to my army... But I lost Jonathan, and my special forces team with him... When I had, I was sent back to Stormwind, on account of post-traumatic stress and they thought I needed to be re-trained, re-countculated... I had to restart my life.