Falra

WIP

## Falra Umbrageous

### **Motto**

"The way to anyones heart is through food. So come together and cook good food."

### **Faith**

Belief in the Light

Falra Umbrageous is a Shal'dorei of little renown, finding her focus early on with her roguery skills. Though her early life was guided by the heavy hand of her mother, she seeks to find a way forward for herself.

## House History

A noble house of Suramar whose motives fall far from it. Originally propped up by the other noble houses as nothing more than a scapegoat for their nefarious bidding's. They were never intended to be a true noble house but through the guile of their current Marchioness Tianra Umbrageous, they have established a foothold in the Suramarian hierarchy. Even in their houses infancy they had become indispensable, as their was no end of nobles who wanted to kill other nobles. In time they had become the shadow in the pale light of the night hold.

This didn't last for long for once the drums of rebellion sound at the gates of Suramar. With a keen eye looking towards the future, Tianra saw the writing on the wall... and it was in the blood of the loyalists. She made every effort in the coming days of the rebellion in aiding to their cause, even to the immediate detriment of her family. It all came to a head when the rebellion and it's allies sacked the Nighthold. In one fell swoop all the work she had done in those some odd thousand years to get her families position... was gone.

However she didn't see this as a negative, not wholly. House Umbrageous hopes from to retake it's former glory from the ashes of the rebellion. Even now they seek to spread their influence as the Nightborne seek to rebuild from the ashes.

## Chef Life

Originally telling people she was of a low born house whose fame fell long ago, all those stories were just that... stories. In fact she is from the infamous House Umbrageous, the 5th daughter of the current Marchioness. A conniving woman who only beat the motto of their house into her kin. Sacrifice above all else. With this harsh upbringing, Falra began to slowly detest nobles and any who held eschewed values like her mother. It was in this time were the Marchioness saw Falra's true potential as a thief, she excelled where her siblings stagnated and yet... Falra felt no joy in this life. The young elf however, she persisted because that's all she's ever known.

That was when the most peculiar thing happened to her whilst about on work. More often than not she would be stopped dead in her tracks when she passed by the kitchens, nostalgic scents tantilized her sense of smell everytime. She didn't know when it had started but she started to take a little more than she told her clients had asked. Though these items were often overlooked and tended to of their seeminly own volition disappear.

Cooking ingredients.

After awhile she realized she did have a desire... a dream. No longer would she try to please her mother or chase after the benign feeling of a job well done. That feeling was replaced by the weight of dough between her fingertips and the smell of smokey embers in her lungs, those are what filled her heart where the emptiness once was. Though she occasionally still takes thievery gigs she can be found sitting around a fire giving out cupcakes with a big smile