Name: Lady Carlin Veli’Gara Rellen’thas

Profession 1: Tailor
Profession 2: Enchanter

Affiliation: House Rellen’thas, wife to Lord Vierton Rellen’thas

Age: 29 (Birthday, June 22nd)

Short Bio:

Before the Scourge, Carlin was a courtesan of renown amongst Silvermoon’s noble elite, walking in the footsteps of her mother, Meara. Her profession made mostly obsolete as Silvermoon rebuilt, Carlin looks forward to a profitable future and regaining her unique place in society. Gaining a unique place in society is just what she did.

It started with tying herself to House Rela’Zhen as Lindarcia’s handmaiden, but the fall of Rela’Zhen ended that. Luckily, she was able to catch the eye of Vierton Rellen’thas as her Lord and Lady fell. Now, she sits as Lady Rellen’thas… the unlikeliest of noble women in all of Silvermoon.

Physical description:

Carlin wears her blue-black hair long and unbound like a maiden’s. Her tanned skin has been carefully kept unblemished over the years, and indeed every inch of it is just as perfect as the last. Carlin’s mature figure is a challenge to all men that come across her, daring them to touch what they should not. She radiates a sense of sensuality, which is heightened by her fluid, catlike stalk and the swing of her hips.

Personality:

Carlin is very much like an actress on a stage, and able to play any role presented to her. It is a rare and cherished few that have seen Carlin as she truly is; sweet natured and caring. Others have a tendancy to see her as approachable, but not over-kind.

In her current role as Lady Rellen’thas, Carlin brings an odd dynamic to House Rellen’thas, offering a Lady less intelligent in politics and more intelligent in people. The stage means nothing to Carlin, it is the characters and actors she has to play against. At the end of the night, she aims to be the best portrayed character of them all.

Character history:

Carlin did not have what you would call a traditional upbringing. But then, the bastard child of a courtesan never could. Carlin never knew her father, and in fact refused to daydream about who he might be, where he might live, or hope that he might come along one afternoon to claim her. Her mother’s daughter to the last, Carlin did not waste her time on such flighty thoughts, instead she eyed the world with a pragmatic gaze, and thus easily walked in the footsteps of her mother.

Meara, Carlin’s mother, was a courtesan of renown amongst Silvermoon’s noble elite, and Carlin grew up surrounded by the culture her mother’s profession entailed. Nightly, Carlin would watch as Meara dressed in the finest gowns and painted her already flawless face before sauntering outside of their richly decorated apartments to the horse-drawn carriage that saw Meara safely to her appointments. Mutti, Meara’s house keeper, would always see Carlin off to bed after Meara left for the evening, leaving Carlin to dream of the glamorous life her mother led.

Mutti and Meara, both, were careful not to lie to Carlin about her mother’s profession, and answered all questions the young girl asked with an even tone and an understandable answer for whatever age Carlin was at the time. In this way, Carlin understood that her mother was a free woman, untied by marriage, and that their little family’s lavish lifestyle was due to her mother’s hard work in the evenings. As time passed and Carlin grew older, she began to understand more and more of the work her mother did.

From the time of her mid-teens, Carlin was enamored with the idea of becoming the greatest courtesan in all of Silvermoon. The idea of a noble lord being at the whimsy of a common woman was amusing to Carlin, and she desperately wished to be able to command the attention of all men in the way her mother did. Mutti and Meara did nothing to change Carlin’s mind from the idea, and began to teach her the rules, boundaries, and tricks of the oldest profession on Azeroth.

By the time of her early twenties, Carlin was walking out at her mother’s side, and entertaining the gentlemen of Silvermoon nightly. The daughter of Meara was much sought after, after having proven herself, and soon Carlin was swept away into a dream-like world where she became the wife of any given Lord for a night, allowing him to take his ease with her in ways he might not have otherwise. Carlin was showered with gowns, perfumes, jewels and gold for her attentions, and soon amassed a personal wealth equal to that of her mother’s.

During the days, after sleeping themselves out, Meara and Carlin would speak of the future in a companionable fashion, more like sisters than as mother and daughter. They would cattily discuss the other, less desirable, courtesans of Silvermoon, and trade pertinent information on their mutual cliental. Meara was always careful to warn Carlin that she ought not share what a man said while his head was pillowed, unless the price paid for repeating his words was right.

Carlin did sell that sort of information on occasion, and found the profits from those transactions lucrative enough to keep her ears open for anything that might have a future use to her. She prided herself on her ability to direct conversations in the manner that she wished, thus allowing her companion for the evening to speak the words most useful to her. Her information was always accurate, and accurate information paid well if she found the right buyer. More often, however, she discovered that the right buyer found her.

It was in this way that Carlin began to hear the first whispers of danger, and began to tuck her wealth away in places that would never be found. She encouraged her mother to do the same, but like so many other Quel’Dorei, Meara brushed off her daughter’s warnings as impossible. To Meara and many of the noble lords she and Carlin would visit, Silvermoon was an untouchable, unbreakable thing. Later, Carlin would sit on her own and sniff, thinking on how very wrong they were.

While most of the events leading up to the destruction of the Sunwell were like a blur to Carlin, she would later remember that she snatched the bag she had pre-packed, just in case, and ran from the apartments she and her mother shared through the secret door built for the purpose of a clean escape. Meara and Mutti both were out on errands in Silvermoon, and though she kept her eyes open for them, Carlin was unable to find either in the throngs of panicked elves. The Scourge was headed towards the Sunwell, Carlin gathered from the screams and yells of the generals and their lieutenants, and she ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction from it.

Carlin kept running until she found herself in the deepest, darkest corner of Silvermoon, and she tucked herself in it quickly, willing her ears to shut out the noise in the city, the screams, the cries, the clash of metal on metal. She spent the night there, sleeping in a curled ball, too afraid to re-emerge. When the sounds of battle ended, the moans of the dead, dying, and hungering began.

Forcing her mind to control her body, Carlin came out of her hiding spot and began to survey the destruction in Silvermoon. With a sniff and a sigh, Carlin hefted her bag to her shoulder and headed to where priests and medics seemed to be helping with casualties. She offered her services, and she was quickly ushered to a tent where those not-mortally wounded were, those that were in need of quiet conversation and listening ears, sometimes something more.

Realizing that the nobility of Silvermoon was in shambles, and that it would be some time before they had all sorted themselves out, Carlin did as was needed of her and bided her time before she could build her cliental again. She did not mind the work, and in fact used the opportunity to learn a bit about merciful medicines that would end a suffering fool’s life. She watched, listened, and learned all that she could.

She spent five years as a favored form of therapy amongst generals and lesser nobility, until finally deciding that Silvermoon had sorted itself out enough that she could begin to work her way up the ranks again. She had her name, a name still desired, and she would use it to her advantage. Still, Carlin knew that she needed a firm ground upon which to start.

By chance, she noted an advertisement posted, looking for retainers to House Rela’Zhen. Reviewing her mental catalog of names and faces, Carlin remembered that Rela’Zhen was the current name of the revered Tam’Shieyr line, and a smile played across her lips. The Tam’Shieyr were goddesses of the underworld in the time preceding the siege, and Carlin counted herself lucky to have come across a few and not have had her throat slit.

Yes, she would go to this Lindarcia Rellen’Thas and apply as her handmaiden. She would use the position to re-establish herself amongst the elite, and things would be as they were before. Only, she wouldn’t have her mother or Mutti to protect her any longer.

Carlin became a handmaiden to Lady Rela’Zhen and came to be a part of many schemes and plots Lindarcia had devised against her Rellen’thas cousins at the behest of her husband, Khazura. As time went on, Carlin began to note a growing rift between her Lord and Lady and the other staff of Rela’Zhen would recall a time where Lindarcia was happier and more carefree. Carlin did not, however, pay any mind, viewing Lindarcia as everything a Matriarch of Tam’Shieyr should be.

It wasn’t long, though, before Rela’Zhen fell in a grotesque display. Lindarcia finally lost her mind and she killed Khazura in a fit, shattering Carlin’s world around her. Without Rela’Zhen… without Tam’Shieyr… Silvermoon’s underground would become unpredictable and hostile towards Carlin.

But, with the closed door of Rela’Zhen came the opened window of Rellen’thas. A personal invitation from Vierton Rellen’thas, Velurian’s younger brother, to aid him in protecting Rellen’thas from the underground itself arrived. Carlin accepted without a second thought.

That snap decision changed everything.

Relationships with other characters:

Carlin keeps her opinions to herself, and rarely shares them with others.

Opinion of various horde races:

Carlin has had very little interaction with the other races of Azeroth, Horde or Alliance. She did not make any of them a part of her cliental during her time as a Courtesan, as most of the other races of the Horde seem to misunderstand between courtesan, whore, and wench, and Alliance races have become unnecessarily hostile in recent times. Prior to the siege, her mother and she made a policy of focusing their attentions on Silvermoon’s Elite.

Even now, as Lady Rellen’thas, Carlin has little dealings with the other Horde races and speaks very broken Orcish.