Othya Vanvelga

Before the Fall
She grew up behind the wall of Gilneas not knowing much of the outside world, or the threats that were soon to come. She wasn't born of noble blood. At an early age, she was one to get into trouble, starting fights when ever she could. Either out of being bored, or because she just wasn't about to put up with anyone treating her poorly. Due to that, her father started to teach her actual techniques on how to fight properly. Then slowly made her way over to use weapons.

Once she was older, she would work in taverns either as a bouncer or bar wench. But, the bouncer part, was something she decided to do on her own. Without being asked, she met her future husband at one of the bars she worked at. She challenged him to an arm wrestling contest, and if she was to win he would have to buy her a drink.

Soon after a few dates they decided to marry, her and Garrett Greenwood were married after her 17th birthday. Her son, Jacob Greenwood was born less than a year later. After he was born, her reckless life stopped. She focused on being a mother.

The Fall of Gilneas:
When the attack on Gilneas fell she was only 22, her and her family were not informed of what was happening. They did not live in the direct city of Gilneas, but on the outskirts. It was late at night, and Othya heard screams from her neighbors and an unholy howl. She hurried to hide her son, unsure of what was going on. Her husband not home at the time.

It wasn't long, before the beast that attacked her neighbors started slamming against her door, as she hid Jacob. She told him to stay quiet, and do his best not to make any noise.

"Mommy loves you, okay? Don't ever forget that." She said kissing his forehead, as the frame of the door started to break. She threw a blanket over the box he was hiding in, sliding it behind boxes of vegetables in the kitchen. She had no time to hide herself, as the door burst open seeing what was attacking them.

The worgen lunged at Othya, biting her arm. She relentlessly punched the beast in the head, clawing it. Doing anything so it would let go of her arm. She ended up taking her finger jamming it into the worgen's eyes. She ran to grab her husbands sword. But, she wasn't quick enough, the beast attacked her from behind scratching her back. Forcing her to fall and hit her head. She blacked out.

The Curse:
When she woke up, she was in tense pain everything was blurry the room spinning, only adding to the confusion. But, it wasn't long since she woke up that her body started to shift. Muscles grew and tore, bones broke and grew, she screamed out in pain. Fully shifting into a worgen, she stumbled around for a few moments as her eyesight began to focus. She was hit with hunger, hate, aggression. She was feral.

Then there was soft cries..They caught her attention, her nose sniffing the air brought her to the kitchen she stalked her way to her son. She found her son, but sadly she didn't know that was her son. It was something else, it was prey, she growled and bit down on her face. His soft child features, crushing under the power of her maw. But, before she could do anymore damage, gunshots rang through out the air outside. She ran off into the woods, only knowing that she needed to stay alive.

She was feral for quiet sometime before they caught her, then of course the typical things happened with all worgen. It brought back her humanity, she did not remember everything she did as a feral worgen, nor did she remember what she did to her son.

Life within the Alliance
With no job or home, she quickly enrolled to the Alliance army. Hoping to find her husband, who at that point was considered missing. Hoping if she found him, she would be able to find her son as well. She trained and fought, willing to die for those around her.

But, soon after joining the military. Her grief and unknowing started to eat at her, becoming a drunk. She was doing her best to have herself die on the battlefield. She was deeply depressed, from losing her home, family, friends and everything she once knew.

Before the siege on Orgimmar she was hit by a mace of an orc, crushing her leg armor and leg. Causing her to miss that, and them finding out about her drinking problem was a lot worse. She cleaned up her act, after she was berated and threatened to be dishonorably discharged for her actions.

She completed her term with in the military, and was going to take sometime to herself before singing back up to go fight for the Alliance.

Joining House Evanshore
She was out in Silverpine, wanting to find clues or something dealing with her husband and her child. Still not remembering what she did to her son. She was camping, when she was ambushed by Forsaken. She did her best to fight them off, there was only four. Two killed her horse as she fought the other two, killing one. Realizing she wouldn't be able to survive this, she had no armor on. She took off running, with her ax.

She hid for a bit, waiting for her chance to fully get out of there reach. She then took off again, running, not wanting to waste anymore time, just in case. She ended up tripping breaking her ankle, needing to find help fast. She heard talking, and it was common even with a Gilnean accent. She dragged her broken ankle to the group, they were at the docks, leading into Wolvesden. She asked for help, explaining them what happened. They agreed to take her over, for safe passage.

Once there, she met the heir appointed Ozymandias Evanshore, she explained her situation to him. He quickly got her to the healers. Were able to take care of her wounds.

With in time serving House Evanshore, she went back to her home in Gilneas finding her sons remains. Only bones at this point, with claw marks and chew marks from random critters. But, something caught her and the groups eyes slight movement in the shadows. It was a Forsaken, it wasn't long before he was killed. Then inspected the Forsaken. She found the Greenwood ring on him. It was her husband, she could barely tell through the decay and rot. But, in her heart she knew. When they left with the remains, she caught her home on fire. Wanting to never remember the past, and she knew what she did. The guilt ate away at her. She til this day still suffers from nightmares of what she did.

She served under the Evanshore banner, fighting along side amazing people. It wasn't long, before she moved up in rank. She became Constable, proving that she was cable to do so. She fought for those under the banner, making sure that no matter what she was someone they could come too, in a time of need.

After awhile, she caught the eye of Lord Jormir Evanshore. She fought along side with him, and they would have talks. She never thought anything of it, when brought up that it wasn't right to talk about the Lord about that way and it was very inappropriate to do so. But, they were right. Their romance blossomed, but was short lived. He died in battle, against The Rotted Hand. She was devastated, she waited eight years for her husband she lost another mate.

Northmarch
After Jormir passed, Lord Ozymandias now Jormirson took over changing the name of the banner. They still did the same things as always. Fighting against the Forsaken, but also pushing their way into the Broken Isles, to help the Alliance to fight against the Legion. She moved up in ranks as Commander.

Fellowgrave.
After months of fighting, and pushing herself to do what she had too. She was awarded the lands of Northmarch. Becoming Baroness. Now with the tile of Lady Othya Vanvelga, she spent most of her time in Fellowgrave for they were dangerous lands. Whispers of the plague and whispers of creatures they weren't sure of.

She ended up being able to get her keep and wall up to protect those who went with her to Fellowgrave. But, after two people were killed and skinned, without their skins anywhere in sight. Lord Ozymandias pulled her out of Fellowgrave and all that were there. Til this day it is still abandon.

The Rise of Vanvelga
While in war with Caerholme, Lord Ozymandias left for pilgrimage he appointed Lady Othya as the Marquess of Northmarch. Giving her the lands and the men who fought under him. Taking on the responsibility, she is fixing mistakes that were made. After becoming Lady Commander, she and her banner were able to find the best way to deal with the war at Caerholme. They ended up winning the war, giving the lands to the correct heir.

She will not leave her people, she will fight for them and even though the short time of Lady Commander, she wants to prove that she is worth that title.