Asharri is the only child to the late Kamus and Adihel Lakefire. She grew up in a privileged environment with many opportunities at her fingertips. Her father was a simple jewelcrafter who owned a rather large shop in what is now the ruined sector of Silvermoon. Asharri's mother was but a priestess - who spent a great deal of her time traveling wherever she was needed for whatever cause her people deemed fitting at the time. The young Asharri would rarely ever see her mother growing up.
Asharri's mother left the family when she was but a child and never returned. Rumors have surfaced that Asharri's mother currently resides in Stormwind - having escaped the many hardships the elves have had to face in light of the Scourge invasion. All these years - Asharri merely assumed the woman deceased; perishing in the Second War. It is what her father had told her - after all.
Eventually, the young Asharri had found herself growing rather fond of the Farstriders. She admired their skills, the duty they carried so proudly, and, how her people seemed to look up to them. Asharri found herself in complete awe, knowing that is what she wanted for herself. She would spend a great deal of her time watching them train whenever she had gotten the chance. This often resulted in trouble for she'd miss out on her promises to assist her father in his shop.
Years passed and the then teenager found herself training alongside many new recruits like herself. Fresh faced and ready for action, Asharri worked hard to prove herself. Although, she had never made it to any high rank within the military, Asharri earned her right to serve as a Ranger - and she proudly did.
As a new recruit, Asharri had the opportunity to meet many military personnel, but only one had caught her eye. And she him. His name - Aelsar Mistspring. He was several years older than Asharri and far more experienced than she was. The two didn't see eye to eye at first. In fact, they fought quite a bit. It seemed that Aelsar would never miss out on an opportunity to prove the bright-eyed new recruit wrong. And Asharri would never miss an opportunity to outwit him.
Over time, Asharri had been pushed into Aelsar's care and the two were forced to work together. Learning under Aelsar was a complete insult at the time, but as time wore on, the two had grown close. Closer than the two had ever thought possible. One of many scouting missions resulted in the realization that two had fallen in love.
It was just a week before they were to be wed when they were halted by some rather distressing news. Scourge had breached the gates, cutting a swath of death and decay throughout their beloved homeland. Called to action - Aelsar didn't waste a moment to join the fight, but begged Asharri to retreat to Silvermoon and await his return. It took a lot out of Asharri to obey Aelsar's wishes -but she eventually did as she was told. Praying and hoping that the advancing Scourge wouldn't reach the capital - Still Asharri prepared for the worst. She'd pace the city walls and await for the oncoming slaughter.
And it came.
It came upon the wind at first. The stench of death.
It then came with a horrible sound upon the horizon.
A shriek. The marching of thousands. Blood curdling screams.
Paralyzed with fear - Asharri knew the war was coming and it was only going to get worse. What of Aelsar? Her first thought was that he hadn't survived. Pulling herself together - Asharri fired off a round of arrows and took off deeper into Silvermoon. She'd find her father's shop and hide underground. That is where she'd go to honor her promise - taking a couple of small children with her and hope for the best.
The battle waged on and it was by a miracle Asharri and the two children she guarded had survived. They'd spend weeks trapped beneath the rubble; blocking their exit. If it weren't for the fact Asharri's father kept a couple of crates of food and water in his shop, they would have surely died.She'd never forget the horrible sounds. The sights. The smells of that day. The terror written upon those children's faces as she urged them to stay as quiet as they could under the streets over Silvermoon. Her father - a stubborn man, giving his life for the protection of his people. Asharri would never forgive herself for her cowardice.
Asharri was adamant on her travels to both Outland and Northrend, fighting alongside her brethren and other Horde members; even Alliance. Often times, she found herself the first to volunteer for what seemed like suicide missions. She focused all of her energies on redeeming herself and avenging her fallen people. Redemption that never seemed to come - nor did it ever seem likely.
Asharri's time in Northrend was short lived due to an unfortunate accident that Asharri will not speak of to this day. Her return to Quel'thalas had only fueled her unhealthy obsession with redemption - the faces of those she had known and loved haunting her each and every day she continued to walk Azeroth. Her obsession spawned the idea of a coalition. Using her family name to try and spin a change in a world that needed it the most. Asharri made a vow with its construction - to assist wherever there was a call for help. No matter how big or small. No matter if it took a lot out of her to bite her tongue and fight alongside those she would have rather ignored.
Since her return - Asharri has made a couple of discoveries. One, Aelsar, had managed to survive only have turned into a near hollowed out husk known as the Wretched. She continues to hunt him to this day. Two, her family estates (though small) had managed to survived the destruction and was habitable per construction efforts.
