HEBELLINA TEBBIN is a Gilnean worgen woman, and younger sister of PADDARICK TEBBIN. The siblings grew up together on a farmstead in Tempest's Reach. As a child she had a reputation for speaking without thinking, disrespecting elders and generally being a whirlwind of emotion and trouble. As an adolescent she matured somewhat, but still kept her unruly streak. She had no time for boys, fretting not over them like other girls her age, instead spending time with her mastiff RANALDO and feeling the call of the forests in her blood, a sign of a dawning huntress.
She'd always had an affinity for animals, trying many times when younger to convince her mother and father that she was responsible enough to own a snake. She named it Bitey. It was a mere little garden serpent, but her parents refused flatly every time. She was not a mature girl. She needed help simply remembering to feed Ranaldo as a puppy. How could she ever own a reptile? Everything snapped into place when she was fourteen or so, however. She still had her character, but the lack of discipline was slowly fading out. She was starting on her way to becoming an adult.
At nineteen she was doing well studying as a huntress, she even caught the attention of Huntsman Blake, the man who took it upon himself to train all aspiring hunters and huntresses in Gilneas. He knew nothing of her wild and embarrassing past as a youngster, which she took relief in. No one in her age group ever let her live it down, the stupid things she'd said and done. She found comfort in professional atmospheres. Was she a bit insecure? Probably. She was a teenager, after all.
Ranaldo stuck with her through and through, ever loyal, and she was incredibly grateful for his company. Her brother wasn't absent, either, but he had his own life and his own business to attend to, and she tried to speak with him when she could, but opportunities grew increasingly fewer. Everything crashed to a halt when the combined shocks of the worgen curse and the Forsaken invasion hit them all. Hebellina was at a loss, she was one of many in a horrible time, and she decided to lie low and hide somewhere safe with her brother. It did not work out...
Where she wanted to hide, Paddarick wanted to help others find safety. She was terrified that she'd lose him, but she knew she couldn't stop him. She expected him to smack her away when she grabbed his arm tearfully, but he only sighed. "Heb'," he said firmly, "Yeh have got to let me go." She did. It hurt her, but she did. The time he was gone from her was the longest hour of her life. She contemplated many things then—did she even really know her brother? Did he really know her? Did he see her as a fool like the rest?
He finally returned, but not alone. He hadn't noticed them, prowling in the shadows, but they struck nonetheless. The worgen. They got to the both of them in their bunker, but were driven out by shotgun blasts. Another farmer had shot at them, missing Hebellina by about an inch. They were bitten. They were infected with the curse. This did not occur to any of them at the time, they were hurt, and surging with aftershocks of terror. Things after that were like a hurricane. Turning for the first time, being captured, having her humanity tested to its limits.
When the elvish ships came it was an intense event. Darnassus was foreign and exotic, and for a time the pair stayed there. Not for long; tensions between Gilneans and the new, 'tamed,' worgen were high. It wasn't long until Hebellina and Paddarick felt the urge to leave. Never before had they experienced a need to see the world, but that was what overcame them. They did not argue with it.