Zerenah Dawnbringer . 201 . She/Her . Sin'dorei Holy Paladin

Co-GM of Evening Star Coven

Zerenah ♱

==ㅤㅤThe Smoldering Champion ==

ㅤintroduction :ㅤ zerenah is a blood elf paladin who's devotion to the holy light is unlike any other. as a paladin, she strives to bring justice and peace to those weak and in need. she is a holy force to be reckoned with. she prides herself on being a battlefield tactician and a combat medic with a specialty in trauma.

♱ character

  • name / alias : ㅤzerenah.

  • age :ㅤ 390.

  • pronouns :ㅤ she/her

  • species :ㅤblood elf.

  • sexuality :ㅤstraight/heterosexual

  • origin :ㅤquel'thalas.

  • location :ㅤsilvermoon city.

  • alignment :ㅤneutral good.

she is a petite and voluptuous beauty, standing just five feet tall, radiating with an aura of grace and charm. Her skin boasts a delicate fair tone, radiant and smooth, though it occasionally glows with a gentle light tan, hinting at days spent in the sun. Her most captivating feature, however, is her hair—long and lustrous, it flows like a silken waterfall past her lower back, shimmering in a mesmerizing champagne hue, a hallmark of House Dawnbringer. the delicate pale golden strands often cascade over one side of her face in a mysterious and alluring manner. Her makeup is always flawlessly applied, showcasing bold, dark eyeliner and mascara that expertly accentuate her striking, almond-shaped golden eyes. Her heart-shaped lips are full and inviting, typically adorned in a rich dark crimson, masking the natural soft pink that few have had the privilege to see. as she moves, a warm and intoxicating scent of lavender and vanilla wraps around her, lingering in the air.

ㅤ❝ㅤ "when... I pull someone back from the edge, i leave a little more of myself behind. a breath. a memory. a sliver of warmth i can never get back."". ㅤ❞ㅤ

♱ biography

zerenah dawnbringer . her childhood was spent in the shadows of the battlefield. Despite this, her parents were determined to shield her from the harsh realities of war as they were both military experts, and they knew firsthand the pain and suffering that came with the violence of conflict. to keep her safe, they gave her over to the Blood Knights at a young age. they hoped that by training her in the ways of the Light, she would be better equipped to survive the dangers that lay ahead, but this decision would have devastating consequences for Zerenah. during her training, she experienced a traumatic event that left her deeply scarred. she didn't speak for years and withdrew into herself, haunted by the memories of what had happened. years later, Zerenah found herself drawn to her commanding Blood Knight, a man who had taught her the ways of the Light with cruelty. He used her emotions and skills as a pawn in the battlefield, manipulating her for his own gain. in a moment of clarity, she ended up fleeing, and escaped his grasp, finding then a new purpose in life. in this time, she traveled all over Azeroth, healing and helping any in need. eventually, the desperation to save everyone consumed her, even though she knew that she could never save them all but every death weighed heavily on her, each serving as reminder of her own failure. She could never find peace. in public settings, Zerenah forces herself to be social, putting on a facade of happiness and cheerfulness but is just that, a-façade. in search of a new purpose, she joined various military operations, seeking to make a difference in the world. But she found that she could never fully escape her past. ultimately, she headed Midnight Vendetta, determined to use her skills and experience to protect others from the horrors of the world. her story continues...

♱ statistics

  • height :ㅤ5'0

  • weight :ㅤweight.

  • eyes :ㅤgold

  • hair :ㅤplatinum blonde.

  • scars :ㅤ none.

  • languages :ㅤthelassian/common.

  • etnicity :ㅤblood elf

  • parents :ㅤdeceased.

  • siblings :ㅤnone.

  • partner(s) : none.

  • faceclaim :ㅤmargot robbie.

  • ㅤchasteㅤㅤ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

  • ㅤcautiousㅤㅤ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

  • ㅤrenegadeㅤㅤ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

  • ㅤgentleㅤㅤ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

  • ㅤtruthfulㅤㅤ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

  • ㅤaltruisticㅤㅤ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

  • ㅤforgivinngㅤㅤ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

  • ㅤchaoticㅤㅤ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

  • ㅤcourageㅤ

  • ㅤresilienceㅤ

  • ㅤfaithㅤ

  • ㅤempathyㅤ

  • ㅤhealingㅤ

  • ㅤjusticeㅤ

  • ㅤdoubtㅤ

  • ㅤsacrificeㅤ

  • ㅤbetrayalㅤ

  • ㅤneglectㅤ

  • ㅤregretㅤ

  • ㅤvanityㅤ

  • ㅤisolationㅤ

  • ㅤvengeanceㅤ

  • ㅤstubbornessㅤ

  • ㅤdistrustㅤ

  • ㅤguiltㅤ

  • ㅤself sacrificeㅤ

likes
moonlit lakes and forests, horses, shields, maces, spiced tea, various types of fruits, dark armor, light armor, the smell of lavender and leather, the smell of cigars, all animals, manicures, hair salons, spas, the sea, formal gowns, gold jewelry, diamonds, helping the weak, fighting for justice, dancing, drinking, romance, kindess, flowers, learning history, learning new spells.
dislikes
arrogance, egotistical characters, death knights, cruelty, anything dirty and unkept, liars, manipulators, cowardice, blind loyalty, garlic, onion, stinky foods, laziness, tyranny, betrayal, abuse of power, injustice, the willingly ignorant, unfair fights or duels, bullies, narcissist, damp places, dry deserts, those who take easy to anger, those whom have a lack of self control, pride.

♱ beacon of light

before any fight or battle begins, zerenah casts holy energy to wrap around an ally and herself. this improves the flow of her healing abilities.

♱word of glory

in the heat of battle, zerenah calls down the light to heal an ally, the energy forms as an orb in her hands before dissipating into the air once released.

♱ blessing of sacrifice

zerenah reserves this ability for those who are at the brink of death, chanting the blesses towards the affected ally. The spell then transfers one hundred percent of the the ally's damage to her.

♱ holy shock

this is a main ability that zerenah uses to aid anyone in need. it's not as powerful as the others but it is effective, as she brings her hand forth, a golden glow concentrates on the tip of her fingers before bursting in a flashing light towards her target.

♱ face claim

♱ silvermoon city

silvermoon city is one of zerenah's home and the crown jewel of the blood elves and their capital city. It is nestled in the northern reaches of the Eversong Woods in their ancestral homeland of Quel'Thalas.

♱ isle of quel'danas

isle of quel'danas is a zone north of the Eastern Kingdoms and zerenah's birth place.

♱ dawnbringer manor

dawnbringer manor exudes grandeur, it is perched atop a rolling hill outside an abandoned city of gilneas, with towering spires and intricate stonework that gleam under the moonlight. The interior is equally as majestic, having polished marble floors, intricate tapestries, and golden chandeliers that cast a warm reflection throughout the vast halls. The manor is adorned with relics and artifacts from across the land.

♱ zerenah's sanctuary

The red and black bedroom has rich velvet drapes in the shade of a deep crimson color, which frame two tall windows. It holds a black marble ornate bed that is adorned with dark, intricate details and is surrounded by dark rich crimson furniture and soft, plush carpets that add warmth. Flickering candlelight from matching ornate sconces casts an enchanting glow on the walls, capturing the elegant details of zerenah's bedroom.

♱ dawnbringer training grounds

zerenah's private training ground within the manor.

♱ damahris

zerenah's personal assistant.

♱ reygn

zerenah's bodyguard.

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♱ character screenshots

♱ aesthetic

♱ likeness

♱ chronicles

gone but not forgotten

trigger warning Dark, macabre
Stirring in her sleep, Zerenah awoke in a cold sweat. Her breathing was quiet yet erratic as her glowing golden eyes scanned the room. Is today... she thought to herself and gracefully got out of bed.
When her small bare feet met the cold marble floor, she shivered slightly and immediately reached for her silken sky-blue robe, wrapping it around her petite nude frame as she made her way towards the door, but not before retrieving her sword and shield.
"How thin is the veil..." she whispered to herself as she hastily walked toward the front doors of her home, but stoppingjust before she reached them.
With her shield strapped to her back and sword in hand, she braced herself and then opened it.
Beyond the clearing, into the heavy fog and cold air, stood a frail, haggard figure with a familiar face—still as haunting as ever. Their form spoke of their horrific end. Slowly, more figures emerged from the mist and slowly moved closer, each one telling the same tragic story through their sorrowful eyes and hushed wails.
As a wielder of Light, Zerenah was no stranger loss and to the face of death. Over the past few years, she had witnessed enough of it to last over many lifetimes, enough to no longer fear it.
As her eyes moved through the crowd, the faces were all too familiar, for her memories were bound to each and every one of them. Tragically, they were the souls of those whom she had failed to save.
Slowly, she stepped outside and moved toward them, and paused as soon as she reached the first small figure. Without saying a word, she gripped the hilt of her sword tightly and raised it high into the air only to then lay it gently over the palm of her hands. In a graceful motion, she knelt, and offered it to the spirits while slowly bowing her head, her long platinum blonde hair glowing beneath the moonlight as it cascaded over half her face.
Closing her eyes in reverance, she spoke the following words,
"By the strength of the Light within me, by the strength of my forefathers and those who came before them, with my shield and sword, as your humble servant, I am forever at your service. I swear to you, I will not rest until honor and peace is fought for and given to all those in need of salvation and justice." - written by zerenah

no escape

trigger warning Dark, emotional suffering.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait, wait, wait!" Zerenah screamed, her voice thick with panic and fear. For a fleeting moment, everything around her plunged into darkness and the ground beneath her vanished. Tumbling into an abyss, she spun endlessly through it as time seemed to stretch and warp around her until she collided with the ground, the impact knocking her unconscious.
When she awoke, it was with a jolt. Her golden eyes fluttered open, but her vision remained clouded. As she lay on the cold, damp ground the side of her face pressed against the floor, her long, lustrous hair spilled over it in disarray. Her dark armor, once pristine, was now torn and battered, chunks of it missing entirely, leaving her arms, legs, and toned midriff exposed to the chill of the air.
Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the fog. The words were unmistakable, and with them came a sharp, stinging and painful awareness. She knew this scene. She'd lived it. It was tied to her soul, an inescapable memory.
"Did you like what you did? How did it make you feel? You murderer! What kind of elf kills their own family?"
As the vision became clearer: a small, and trembling child in battered clothes was huddled in the far corner of a cold iron cell. Her platinum golden hair, strikingly similar to Zerenah's own, framed the child's face as she looked up with wide, fearful, dimmed golden eyes. The little girl shook her head no, trying to speak, but no words escaped her lips—only tears flowed, silent and heavy.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! It wasn't me! I didn't do it! Stop it! Stop… stop… sto..." Zerenah's soft voice cracked as she squeezed her eyes shut, curling her body into herself, desperate to shut everything out as she tightly covered her ears, almost clawing at them.
She was unraveling, her sanity slipping further with each passing second. Descending into madness as the figures around her remained locked in their own reality, oblivious to her presence.
Without warning, the floor beneath her crumbled again and in an instant, she was pulled from the scene, landing sharply on the ground which kicked up a small cloud of dirt. Her petite form lay crumpled on the earth, with her delicate face buried in her arms as she still clutched her ears harder, shaking with silent sobs. - written by Zerenah

♱ ooc information

  • open to roleplay :ㅤyes.

  • contact preference :ㅤin-game.

  • preferred roleplay times :ㅤweekends.

  • open to which themes? :ㅤall, within reason.

  • character romance :ㅤwith permission.

  • age restriction : no minors or anyone below the age of 21.

  • character rights : i do not give permission to use my character's original art or stories.

  • character art references : available upon request.

  • character information : blood elf paladin from world of warcraft.

  • character server : wyrmrest accord.

  • character faction : horde.

  • character interest : roleplay/pvp