Post by Vanaria on Feb 28, 2008 20:48:41 GMT -5
Full Name: Faelina Temperdawn
Nickname(s): none
Age: 95
Race: Blood Elf
Gender: Female
Height: 6’1”
Date Of Birth: need calendar
Place of Birth: suncrow village
Residence: Silvermoon
Occupation: huntress, leatherworker
Hobbies: hunting, care taking lynxes
Alignment: Farstrider rangers
Element: nature, wind
Abilities: has animal like reflexes and aspects
Strengths: a cunning warrior, often known for being tough as nails
Weaknesses: distrustful, often impatient.
Friends: her lynx, nameless
Enemies: the undead, the Amani trolls
Rivals: she struggles to gain freedom over her life, freedom stolen from her by a magistrate
Known Relative: her mother, a hunter named Valita
Bio: Faelina was born in Suncrown Village into a family of hunters. At a very young age she was brought to the Farstrider Enclave by her father to learn the art of hunting, tracking and living off what one kills. He taught her how to strip every part of an animal and showed what each piece could be used. Other hunters considered her marksmanship remarkable for her age.
Once she was old enough to set out on her own she did. It was not out of hatred for her family but the sheer desire to prove her worth in the world. She left her home with her pet, a quiver and the clothes on her back. Hunting with her lynx, she found herself as ambitious as a human in her endeavors to prove herself to her people.
When the Scourge sacked Quel’thelas she managed to fight her way into Suncrow village, filling every corpse she came by with arrows. After a lengthy battle, brave elf managed to rescue her parents but her father had chosen to stay behind and defend the village. He gave her a dagger to remember him by. His fate was never discovered.
Once the Blood Elves retook Silvermoon, Faelina’s mother and her signed up for service in the Farstriders. Several years of hunting to thin the undead ranks honed her marksmanship as well as her instincts. She found herself moving with the grace of a lynx and the striking with the dexterity of a snake. She utilized guerrilla tactics under the thick foliage of her homelands.
Because of a mandatory law in Silvermoon demanding all Elves capable of procreation to do so, she has an unpleasant lover. The priest is highly annoying, vain and disgusting and in some lights known as a ‘thistle head’ but abandoning him would mean punishment for the hapless Elf and perhaps even reeducation. Of course the two now constantly hunt together and in her mind accidents are more than capable of happening. Only time will tell if Faelina “forgets” to mention a trap she laid for an unsuspecting animal.
Description: Long chestnut hair that runs down to her shoulders. She has Pinkish-tan skin from hunting and scavenging from wild animals. Her muscle mass is weak compared to the Blood Knights but has still kept her alive in close combat. She has bright emerald eyes, made brighter from the fel magic of her people. Her clothes consist of jade leather reinforced with patches sewn under them. Her weapons consist of a well-crafted bow given to her by her trainer, two rune-inscribed Blood Elven blades, and a dagger she keeps hidden in her boot
Theme Song: bulls on parade-rage against the machine
Nickname(s): none
Age: 95
Race: Blood Elf
Gender: Female
Height: 6’1”
Date Of Birth: need calendar
Place of Birth: suncrow village
Residence: Silvermoon
Occupation: huntress, leatherworker
Hobbies: hunting, care taking lynxes
Alignment: Farstrider rangers
Element: nature, wind
Abilities: has animal like reflexes and aspects
Strengths: a cunning warrior, often known for being tough as nails
Weaknesses: distrustful, often impatient.
Friends: her lynx, nameless
Enemies: the undead, the Amani trolls
Rivals: she struggles to gain freedom over her life, freedom stolen from her by a magistrate
Known Relative: her mother, a hunter named Valita
Bio: Faelina was born in Suncrown Village into a family of hunters. At a very young age she was brought to the Farstrider Enclave by her father to learn the art of hunting, tracking and living off what one kills. He taught her how to strip every part of an animal and showed what each piece could be used. Other hunters considered her marksmanship remarkable for her age.
Once she was old enough to set out on her own she did. It was not out of hatred for her family but the sheer desire to prove her worth in the world. She left her home with her pet, a quiver and the clothes on her back. Hunting with her lynx, she found herself as ambitious as a human in her endeavors to prove herself to her people.
When the Scourge sacked Quel’thelas she managed to fight her way into Suncrow village, filling every corpse she came by with arrows. After a lengthy battle, brave elf managed to rescue her parents but her father had chosen to stay behind and defend the village. He gave her a dagger to remember him by. His fate was never discovered.
Once the Blood Elves retook Silvermoon, Faelina’s mother and her signed up for service in the Farstriders. Several years of hunting to thin the undead ranks honed her marksmanship as well as her instincts. She found herself moving with the grace of a lynx and the striking with the dexterity of a snake. She utilized guerrilla tactics under the thick foliage of her homelands.
Because of a mandatory law in Silvermoon demanding all Elves capable of procreation to do so, she has an unpleasant lover. The priest is highly annoying, vain and disgusting and in some lights known as a ‘thistle head’ but abandoning him would mean punishment for the hapless Elf and perhaps even reeducation. Of course the two now constantly hunt together and in her mind accidents are more than capable of happening. Only time will tell if Faelina “forgets” to mention a trap she laid for an unsuspecting animal.
Description: Long chestnut hair that runs down to her shoulders. She has Pinkish-tan skin from hunting and scavenging from wild animals. Her muscle mass is weak compared to the Blood Knights but has still kept her alive in close combat. She has bright emerald eyes, made brighter from the fel magic of her people. Her clothes consist of jade leather reinforced with patches sewn under them. Her weapons consist of a well-crafted bow given to her by her trainer, two rune-inscribed Blood Elven blades, and a dagger she keeps hidden in her boot
Theme Song: bulls on parade-rage against the machine