I had the urge one day to make a Undead of some sort.. and better yet! On a Pvp server. So while running around Tirisfall glades exploring the dead zone for any signs of something interesting, Yavena and her history came forth in all her splendid glory.

This is that history!

Longest one yet. Had a fantastic time writing this too!

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Name: Yavena Hawthorn

Race: Forsaken

Age: Unknown

Profession: Engineer

Occupation: Freelance Killer, or Guard, for Hire.

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Life

Age 1 to 28

Yavena was the daughter of Johnston Hawthorn, a local farmer who made round trips to Lordaeron with a share of his crops. He would often take his daughter to town with him when she was in her early teens. Her family lived with a fond respect for the Light and their followers. The family always made time to go to church. She was the oldest of the Hawthorn's three children. Her brother Jerimah was second. The youngest was her second brother, Henry. Family was important to Yavena so she made sure her brothers were kept in line and did as they were told.

Being the oldest, however, she was the first to be married off. Yavena had caught the fancy of a resident paladin deciple of Uther that lived in Lordaeron. After a year of talking and being paired by her parents, the child grew on the paladin and he soon asked her father for Yavena's hand in marriage. Johnston agreed whole heartedly and the two were quickly married. The two moved into a house in Tirisfall glades and lived peacfully for a few years. In that time they had two children. A pair of boys named Lyle and Shawn.

It wasn't long though before her husband was drawn away to war again. This time by the Prince of Lordaeron. She waited sick with worry for him but continued to raise their boy's into fine young men. Teaching them the use of a blade as she trained herself with one of the guards that had been set to protect her while the master was away. That is when the plague hit. Yavena drove to protect her household and her children but it was not to be. The undead broke into her house one night and killed the two boys before her eyes. Yavena went into a mindless rage after the slaughter and went after the scourge with a single sword.

She was foolish and soon fell to the scourge. She cursed her husband for not being here and cursed city for not protecting them. She cried for her lost children. Yavena died at the age of twenty-eight with cold revenge on her mind and hatred in her heart.

Undeath

Age Unknown

It was many years later that Yavena found herself with the unknowning help of Sylvannas the Banshee Queen. Free from control. The woman stopped as she stared down at the corpse. In her mouth was torn flesh from the body. She screamed horrified and started to spit. If she had a stomach and gag reflexes she would have spewed her guts right then and there. Horrified by what she was doing the woman ran to the nearest body of water to clean herself of any taint. As she plunged onto her hands and knees in the stream did she first see what she had become. The reflection that stared back at her made her cringe.

Her skin was pure alabaster; her hands thin and decaying. Her fingers ended in clawed points, dried blood covering every inch of the white bone. She quickly hid them in the dirt with a look of disgust. Her once beautiful brown hair was a moldy green and hung in clumps on her head. The back had been chopped off and strands stuck out, covered with mud and the light knows what else. Her face looked under fed and her eyes seemed to sink slightly into her eye sockets. Small pieces of bone could be seen along her high cheeks and forehead where skin had been worn away. The yellow glow that stared back at her in place of her once bright blue eyes made her look away with a short sob.

Unable to stand to look at herself anymore the undead moved away from the water and wandered aimlessly through the area until she came across some corpses. Using whatever she could find the once proud woman retrived some disgarded mail armor. She quickly dressed herself in an under shirt before gearing herself. After somemore hunting she soon gathered up a sword and shield that had been tossed aside in a fight. Adorning her new weapons she straightened herself as best as she could and started her aimless wandering through the silverpine forest.

Forsaken?!

Months passed as she slaughtered everything in her way and slowly gained use of her body again. As she treked through the forest it wasn't long until she came across her old farmstead. She couldn't help but sense the saddness in the area as she slowly crossed the field towards the worn down house. Pushing aside the door she stepped inside, only to see another undead looming about the table. Thinking it was just a random scourge Yavena attacked with a gurgling scream. The male looked up as if startled but quickly responded with his own attack. After an exchange of blows the random undead spoke.

"Mindless scourge! You will not wander these forests for long!" His voice was rough as abused vocal cords were put to use, the perminate grin plastered on his face giving an ominous look. Almost childish it was; the flesh having been worn away long ago.

"Scourge! I am no scourge!" She spat, "Now die!"

Her next attack was blocked by the male and in a flash his long nails had grabbed her by the neck and shoved her against the moldy wall. "I am not scourge! I am a Forsaken! And you... you tresspass on our territory."

"Forsaken? What do you mean?!" Yavena struggled against the pin as the male pressed his decaying body up against hers. His face moved close as if observing her curiously. It was here that she noticed he had no eyes. Empty sockets stared back at her and she couldn't help but avoid the stare.

"Forsaken! Freed souls lead by the Dark Lady! These are our lands... filth." He hissed.

"No! No! This was my home. Before the plague.... Before the endless army of scourge... Father..Mother..." She broke off with a groan and slumped against the wall. Sorrow threatened to overtake her.

"You are not scourge?" The male pulled himself back and released the woman. Yavena fell to her hands and knees, claws digging into the old floorboards. "You are a Forsaken. You remember..." He grabbed her by what little hair she had and lifted the face to his own. "What is your name?"

"Yavena... Hawthorn. My husband left me for war. Left to protect Lordaeron. Left me alone! Alone... Paladin filth!" Yavena hissed angrily as her memories raced through mind. "My little boys gone. All gone. He never stayed where he was needed. I hate him! I hate him!" She roared and he released her head.

She slumped to the floor with a small sob. The male sat back his face unreadable. Finally after many long moments the male grabbed her by the shoulder, gently this time. "Seek revenge Forsaken." He whispered, "This paladin did you wrong. The humans who discarded you. Seek revenge for your lost children. Join us in destroying the scourge." He stood slowly and held his fleshless hand out to her. "Come with me."

With him... taking revenge out on those who had hated her. For leaving her to die. Yes! She would. "Yes! They will pay!" She rasped and grabbed his hand.

His grin grew as she lifted her to her feet, "Yes. They will! You time will be soon young forsaken! Soon. Soon. Sooon."

With that he guided her from the farm house and off to Lordaeron. Yavena was thrilled. They were going to the Undercity! To the begining of her revenge! The woman licked her worn lips with a grin. Oh yes! She could taste it!