Some people may be shocked to find out I wasn’t always so priest-obsessed. Once, I was a troll mage, Fireballing my way through Kara, TK, and SSC. But much like Tanwen started out as a joke (“Me? Heal? HA!”), I wanted to check out the blood elf starting area with the husband. I couldn’t roll a mage, I already had one! What to play, what to play.
And so, Auryon was born.
A blood elf hunter (because my very very very first character was a night elf hunter that lasted all of 10 levels before I defected to the Horde) with cat pet after cat pet after cat pet. After leaving the starting area, I decided that I might as well level her! Soon, she became my PvP character of choice in the golden age of BC’s “Steady Shot macro spam for top DPS” philosophy.
Sadly, she was cast aside in favor of Tanwen when my little ball of Holy Light was still in her infancy.
And that was that.
Er. Except it wasn’t.
WotLK came and went with Auryon hardly getting a second glance. In fact, I think my husband must have felt bad for my poor hunter, because he took up leveling her from 70 to 73 or so. But he had his own stable of characters to level and so it went that Auryon was left all alone and unlov…
Oh, right, not really.
Because Cataclysm was coming! And in Cataclysm, we could have the race/class combination I had always wanted: human hunters. In fact, it’s probably a good thing they didn’t exist when I started playing because my WoW story would probably be very different.
So Auryon began her journey to Wyrmrest Accord to join my other Alliance characters. But Cataclysm wasn’t out yet, even 4.0 hadn’t dropped, meaning I had to choose between night elf, draenei, or dwarf. I figured I might as well fall back to my very first character, so Auryon became…
Saturin existed as a temporary character: a outrunner from Ashenvale with extensive knowledge of northern Kalimdor in general. While her character was enjoyable, it was hard to get into much in the way of regular RP when I knew she would just end up being a human anyway.
Finally, 4.0 dropped. First order of business? Racechange Saturin to…
Abriella Delaunay. A Stranglethorn-raised hunter with a knack for stealth and fletching. (As an aside, regardless of my hunter’s incarnation, guns have never been used; she’s even somewhat adverse to crossbows… they’re all too loud.) She’s young-ish (mid-20’s) and generally in good spirits, especially when imbibing the cheap grog in Booty Bay. And for some reason, animals just seem to like her, despite the fact that she kills things.
SO. Now that I’ve written a novel about my hunter, onto the flag and outfits!