Jaina Proudmoore

You know my name. You may not recognize the woman who carries it. I was a daughter of Kul Tiras, a student of Dalaran, a voice for peace in a world that rarely listens. Then Theramore fell. And I stood at the edge of becoming the very thing I fought against. I didn’t jump. But I didn’t walk away unmarked. I returned to Kul Tiras not to hide, but to lead. You don't survive what I have without learning the cost of every choice. I wield frost and flame, but it's the weight of command that burns hottest. I still dream of peace—but I prepare for war.