Once, barely even half a decade ago, she was a down on her luck, but nonetheless chipper dwarf with little to her name but her tattered clothes, her trusty old broom, and her dauntless optimism.  But the circumstances surrounding her origin are even now shrouded in mystery. To delve into those early days would allow just a glimpse, starting with a red-haired man of dubious character and the tiny dwarven babe he did everything in his power to care for. The man was simply called Honri, and the dwarf, he called Honibelle. Relying on his wits, Honri had managed to eke out a living for them on the streets of Stormwind, begging to get by when times were good, and delving into an unsavory sort of business he would never speak of in her presence when they weren't. It wasn't much, but to little Honibelle Brightslate, it was enough. As long as she had her uncle Honri, she knew things would be alright. And for a few short years, she seemed to have the right of it.

But those years were numbered, and one day, Honibelle would come to know it in a most tragic fashion. Honri took pride in how the girl had grown under his care. Compassionate, where he was jaded. Kind, where he was ruthless. Hopeful, where his own hope had been snuffed out. And earnest, where he would soon delve into the most painful of deceits. He realized that the hope she harbored was futile on its own, and he simply couldn't give her the life she deserved. And so, he had pulled some strings, and orchestrated a series of events that he hoped would pave the way to a more prosperous future for the girl. But Honibelle, in her youthful naivete, would know none of these truths. She knew only of the building that had suddenly caught fire. She heard only the screams of confused townsfolk as the only family she's ever known barged in through the window in one final act of selflessness. She saw only the roaring flames, proving deaf to her pleas and prayers for her uncle's safety until she had lost consciousness in those lonely hours. When morning came, there was nothing more than a charred corpse to greet her among the wreckage.

In the years that followed, a weary Honibelle would come to owe her continued survival to the clergy working in the Cathedral of Light. It was here that she would find solace in the faith of the Holy Light, taking comfort in the idea that her uncle's sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. She vowed to conduct herself with the same compassion and virtue that Honri had come to symbolize in his sacrifice; to be the ray of light for those stricken by darkness or despair. Of course, barely a decade old and brought up on a meager diet of water and old bread, Honibelle had a long way to go before she was in any shape to make good on those vows. To that end, she would start small, taking to cleaning up streets and walkways in exchange for the continued support of the clergy. This would continue on for many more years, where diligence, perseverance, and an (admitted involuntarily) ascetic lifestyle would forge Honibelle into a capable young woman...in some regards, at least. Bereft of any family ties, possessions, or any sort of training, it would seem that her ability to keep Stormwind's streets presentable was the only worthwhile skill she had. Aside from some meager ability to conjure and manipulate water, an ability she neither knew the origin of nor had any clue what to do with beyond assisting in her job.

One day however, she was approached by a pair of dwarves, one of whom was a mage by the name of Yorgin Rune-Eye. They had spotted her cleaning the steps of the cathedral, and had come to her with a most curious proposition: to join their esteemed ranks as a shield-sister of the Dwarven Vanguard, standing tall as a hero of their people against the villainous forces of Azeroth. Politely, she tried to decline, confessing that not only did she have nothing to offer to them in their time of need, but that she barely had any right to do so in the first place, as she knew almost nothing about dwarves or their way of life as a whole! But the mage Rune-Eye persisted, suggesting that perhaps there was more of a purpose to her life than she would admit. Whether due to kind words that had awakened her courage, or the fact that she was simply at a loss for polite ways to turn them down, the Vanguard Medical Division would soon avail themselves to their new shield-sibling, Recruit Honibelle Brightslate.

This one decision would come to change her life forever. It was not an easy journey for anyone, and it would prove even more difficult for one like her. She knew nothing of dwarven culture, and had no ties to any of their clans. She would come to know the awkwardness of lacking the dwarven language, and the embarrassment of being such a delicate lightweight that even a single mug of ale would utterly rob her of her sense. But even through this chaos, she came to know the truth of Rune-Eye's assessment as she worked to keep up with her fellow soldiers. She did everything in her power to support them, and availed herself of both the tutelage and camaraderie that her efforts garnered in turn. She was an adopted daughter at best, but she looked upon her shield-siblings as the kind of family she had always hoped to know. She drew strength from this devotion, and it spurred her onward until she found herself leading the very division that had helped her become the woman she was today.

To this day, Honibelle Brightslate of the Vanguard Medical Division devotes her life to the cause, hoping to enact a new era of peace and prosperity of her fellow dwarves, and hopefully for the Alliance as a whole. She bears the distinction of being the first member of the Medical Division to attain the rank of Mountain Guard through the completion of the seven trials, and she has maintained the rank of Captain in her duties for a number of years.  She has only recently resigned from that rank, opting instead to direct her efforts towards the Brightslate Conservancy in the Thanedom of Modr. She hopes to one day convert the Conservancy into a proper dwarven academy, hoping that both its knowledge and its resources can be utilized for the betterment of the dwarven people as a whole. However, she still served the Vanguard in an official capacity as the newly designated Thanesguard Vanir; a personal guard to the current Thane of the Vanguard. In this capacity, she has served both the former Thane, Foghas Lightbeard, and the current Thane, Bromas Ebonram. Currently, she has returned to the Vanguard's officer core as the Captain of the Sorcerer Division; a daunting task for those familiar with the position's infamous reputation.

Thus far, her exploits have earned her the following medals:

The Khaz Modan Medical Cross

The Grand Alliance Medical Cross

The Grand Alliance Airman's Ribbon

The Grand Alliance Campaign Service Medal