Appearance:
Flush skin, fit and defined form, and golden-white hair. Such is the form of one well-practiced in medicinal and healing arts. Liyara knows how to care for herself and her body. Gazing upon Liyara is like looking upon the dawn, the horizon being the seperation of the body and the glow that emanates from it.
Personality:
Liyara might be seen as righteous sort by many who view her from a distance, but in reality she is a self-righteous and unforgiving person. She is quick to argue her views, and her views are often not what one would consider to be "good". She does, however, have the strong belief that her judgements and convictions are wholely righteous and cannot be refuted. Those who know her well might call her evil at some points, but her unyielding faith in herself and her belief that what she does is for the good of the Light is what seperates her from her colleagues. Liyara would consider this as a seperation of the wheat from the chaff.
Background:
Liyara Eventide was once a staunch supporter of the Alliance of Lordaeron. She even went as far as to support Lordaeron's efforts in curbing the effects of the plague when it was in early development amongst the small villages and towns in Lordaeron's heart. After the Scourge's assault on Quel'thalas and Silvermoon, and after having to deal with two attempts on her life by her former Alliance comrades while she was under the command of Kael'thas Sunstrider, Liyara lost much of her faith in the Light.
The Light leaves those whom lose their faith. After many perils having befallen her and her homeland, Liyara questioned the Light. Is the Light truly righteous? Why does it allow such things to happen to her and her people? Does the Light even exist? These are the things that Liyara asked herself. In time... the answer would come.
How does one sit idly by, without the ability to do much of anything, while their people work hard to rebuild their homeland?
In time... the answer did come. A being of great holy energy and power was brought to Silvermoon City. Captured by the Sin'dorei. Its name was M'uru. It became evident that this was a possible answer to the Sin'dorei's problems as word spread that it was possible to siphon power and energy from this mystical creature. Not just any energy. Not just any magic. It was holy magic. Once a wielder of the powers of the Light, Liyara knew that such a thing was the way to obtain the powers she once controlled once again.
The decision was made. Liyara was going to steal some of a Naaru's power. The word was that this creature had come from Outland. A gift from Kael'thas Sunstrider to his people. Surely there were more Naaru to be found where this creature had come from. However, one does not simply just travel to Outland. To get there, one has to convince the Magisters to allow them passage to the Blasted Lands through their portal. At which point, one has to cross through the Dark Portal. Fortunately for Liyara, Veladriel, her old friend from her times spent in her priesthood alongside the Magisters let her through the portal. Before departing, she was given a stone that would return her safely to Silvermoon City upon its use.
Shattrath City, in all its glory, seemed to have a decent number of Naaru. Like the shining jewel the city was, the Naaru called it home on the world that was Outland. Upon arrival, Liyara immediately scouted the city in search of a lonely Naaru. One that she could possibly prey upon and escape before being caught, imprisoned, beaten, or whatever the citizens of the city may have decided to do to her for her actions. Liyara had found suitable prey on the upper tier of the Terrace of Light, but stood at a distance and thought about what she was about to do.
"These are beings of the Light. They are seemingly innocent and possibly omnipotent and righteous. Is what I seek to do... wrong?" Liyara thinks to herself, but then reassures herself after having thought twice, "Of course it is not wrong. Doing this will allow me to help my people in the way that I should be able to. In a way I would have been able to had the Light not forsaken me and my people." Liyara then sprinted toward the creature...
It was unknown to Liyara that the Naaru knew of what she planned. The Naaru had called off its set of guards, and intended to let Liyara do precisely what she desired. Little did Liyara know that the creature had the intention of letting her absorb the entirety of its being.
"I just need enough to help my people...", the Blood Elf mumbled as she started draining energy from what she thought was an unsuspecting creature. The being composed of the brightest of lights responded to her in a way that she felt to be very strange. She just felt the response. She did not hear it or see it, but felt it. Felt it within her being. Within her soul. What she felt was the creature opening a direct route for her to its heart and soul. This creature opened the flood gates from itself and let it pour into her with such power that she went into shock and collapsed to the floor.
After an undefined amount of time, Liyara would wake and find herself in a bed in a place she did not recognize. The last thing she remembered was the feeling of being overwhelmed by holy power and emotion. The memory being so intense that just thinking of it was overwhelming. A bright white and yellow haze drifting from her eyes when she opened them, one she could actually see on her own, it blurring her vision. She knew what had happened, and in panic, reached for her stone hidden away in her belt...
