Traedral

[Vardyag'n]

Full Name: Traedral (Last name not know to her, so I have not bothered to make it.)
Nicknames: Trae
Date of Birth: (She does not know, so I have not bothered.)
Age: 10-12 if she were human.
Race: Blood Elf
Gender: Female
Hair: Brown, but white roots are showing.
Skin: ? Skin-like?
Eyes: Fel-green
Height: Shorter, due to the fact that she is a child.
Weight: Light.
Place of residence: The Caverns of Time.
Place of Birth: Woods.
Known Relatives: All she knew of (Her mom and dad) are dead. She lives with Demitri and Libelle, and they are now like her parents.
Religion/Philosophy: Whatever people tell her.
Occupation: She works for Demitri (not really, he more of appeases her with this, I think.)
Group/Guild affiliation: None IC
Guild Rank: ^
Enemies: None.
Likes: Too long to list everything, but she really likes cats, anything cuddly, and flowers.
Favorite Foods: Ice cream, candy, any kind of sweets.
Favorite Drinks: Milk.
Favorite Colors: She likes them all.
Weapons of Choice: Bow
Dislikes: Nothing much.
Hobbies: Wandering. Bothering random people. Fighting.
Physical Features: She has a rather athletic build.
Special Abilities: Really good aim with a bow.
Positive Personality Traits: Really kind, loveable. (I assume she is loveable since EVERYONE who has met her immediately loves her. Exept Lysimachus, but he is an insane, drunk, heller.)
Negative Personality Traits: Immature?
Misc. Quirks: She likes to fight, even though she is told not to.
Played by What Famous Person: Erm, what?
Theme Songs: Dun dun daaa dun daa?
History: Her dad died a year after she was born, and her mother recently died. Demitri and Libelle then unoffically adopted her.

[Lysimachus]

The Marquess fumed, pacing back and forth in his office. Nevitt Autumnburst, his right hand man, could be found standing nearby.

"A helling CHILD, Nevitt! I mean, GOD. Really. The girl isn't even MARRIED yet." He scowls, looking down. "Well, not PROPERLY, at any rate. Still need to find her a better suitor than that SUNSWORN wretch."

Nevitt shifts, clearly uncomfortable. "Well. Is the child, at least, well mannered?"

Lysimachus snorts. "Hardly! She couldn't keep to herself like a polite young lady if helling Thuzad were strapping her with a switch!" He smiles at this mental imagery. "At any rate, I suppose I shall have to hire a tutor. It's the only proper thing."

"Of course, sir. I shall be right about the task." Nevitt turned, exiting the office.

His employer yelled after him. "And be sure to hire a veterinarian! The girl keeps some flying rat creature -- it may have rabies!"

[Svetlaena]

What's to say, really? She's adorable, if not a little naive, but it's one of the privileges of childhood. She's not too good with manners yet, but she has expressed an earnest to improve that.

I offered to tutor, and have since been given permission by Libelle to do so. I'm used to teaching adults, but I suppose it wouldn't do me any harm to have practice with children. Could benefit me someday.

I look forward to the first lesson quite eagerly.

[Malethia]

She's...eager. Inquisitive, I guess the word would be for it. Naive, in a world that crushes those who are innocent.

Odd that I'd want to see this girl's innocence destroyed, but I think it's an act of mercy. Better done by people with her best interests at heart than out there where it could get her hurt or even killed.

I say that cringing at just how dark it makes me feel myself.

[Cabriel]

She tagged along with me on my last trip into the caverns in the Barrens. I was collecting some rare algae that only grows there, and Libelle was obviously eager to get rid of her for the afternoon.

She was eager. Kind of spastic. Asked a lot of questions, which didn't bother me in the slightest.

Judging by the odd conversation last night, I think she overwhelms Vilmah a bit. We'll see how she turns out.

[Bruuin]

Theme Songs: Dun dun daaa dun daa?


[[...Metal...Gear...?
Dun dun daaa dun daa, duda dun dun daa?!]]

[Selash]

"Kid's got a few obedience problems, but it's nothing that can't be fixed." Selash said before taking a sip from his flask, "That and she's a good shot for her age."

[Vardyag'n]

((Updated; her hair is growing, and she would have white roots.))