Izelle
04-27-2009, 03:41 PM
Full Name: Izelle Stormschild (A.K.A. Izelle dej Dynastus, Izelle Sha'Auvrea)
Nicknames: Izzy and Isabella to Lysimachus.
Date of Birth: October 19th.
Age: Fifty six in elven years, and looks to be around nineteen or twenty in human.
Race: Sin’dorei.
Gender: Female
Hair: A bright crimson with a few hints of a deeper orange.
Skin: Sun kissed.
Eyes: A light azure blue.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 100 lbs.
Place of residence: She lives in Thunderbluff in as small tent on the Spirit Rise.
Place of Birth: A small hut outside of what is now Orgrimmar.
Known Relatives: Mother- Ellarie (Deceased)
Father- Derrion (Deceased)
Half-Sister- Libelle (Alive)
Uncle of sorts- Lysimachus (Alive)
Aunt of sorts- Sabeinne (Alive)
Cousin- Eurielle (Alive)
Son- Xedrial (Father: Rethsil Sunspiral) (Alive)
Religion/Philosophy: She’s a devout follower of Eonar, and has adopted many of the druidic belief’s of the Tauren.
Occupation: Medic, mother and miscreant.
Group/Guild affiliation: The Jade Wing
Guild Rank: Harbinger
Enemies: Her once passive belief's that there are no enemies has faded. She now considers any who threaten the lives of her friends or family an enemy.
Likes: She enjoys being outside, seeing new sights, animals of all kinds, and flowers.
Favorite Foods: Fruits, for the most part.
Favorite Drinks: She enjoys water. No really.
Favorite Colors: Green, brown, white.
Weapons of Choice: She preferred the bow and arrow for years up until she found the Raven Cross. She's since picked up the sword and shield, and has found herself quite comfortable with them.
Dislikes: Ignorance, faked compassion, failure and contradicting emotions.
Hobbies: She enjoys exploring new lands and drawing in her free time.
Physical Features: Izelle’s short, but not stocky. She has slender arms and legs, and looks like she’s spent a great deal of time in the wild. Her hair is decorated with hand carved beads and shells from the different places she’s been. A smile can usually be seen on her face, and it takes a great deal to see it turn into a scowl. An intricate tribal tattoo encircles her left ankle and trails down her foot. Her body is decorated in scars ranging in size and severity. Her back is probably the worst, the scars criss-crossing from the nape of her neck to her lower back. War paint can usually be seen underneath her left eye, drawn in a Tauren fashion.
Special Abilities: She doesn’t really have any, except her uncanny ability to get caught in the middle of things.
Positive Personality Traits: Very open and honest. She’s wise for her age, and gives good advice to those who need it. Izelle’s always trying to help someone.
Negative Personality Traits: Incredibly stubborn and hard-headed, when she gets an idea in her head to do something, it's very rarely changed. She's been known to make snap judgments and carry them out without much thought as to what consequences may ensue.
Misc. Quirks: Izelle’s mood is greatly affected by alcohol, and it usually makes her brutally honest. She tends to stay away from it.
Theme Songs: Fly Low Carrion Crow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXzKsWBzQsE&feature=youtube_gdata
History: Izelle’s father and mother eloped to Orgrimmar shortly before Izelle was born. It was a nice life, quiet, but there was always something to do. Her mother was a Ranger, and taught Izelle much of what she knows now. Izelle traveled Kalimdor for a while, eventually coming into the service of the Steamwheedle Cartel in Ratchet. From there she spanned all the reached of Kalimdor, and even into some of the Eastern Kingdoms. She was caught while doing a delivery by a group of bandits and taken to Sparkeye, a goblin arena master. For a few months she served as a Ring hand, helping to clean armor and sharpen swords until Magatha Grimtotem arrived. She had interest in Izelle and bought her for a hundred gold peices, which she liked to remind Izelle was far too much. Magatha eventually handed Izelle off to her niece to be a part of the Gladitorial arena's. Helka was a silent force, and Izelle rarely ever saw her. After a few years of fighting in the arena, her freedom was bought for nine hundred gold. She made her way back to her home outisde what was now Orgrimarr only to spend a few weeks with her father before he went missing. Her mother's grief was too great, and within three months, Izelle had lost her mother and father. She then went to find the only family she had left: A half-sister named Libelle. Since finding her sister, she's also found the dej Dynastus, Raven Cross and a sort of peace that can only come about with family and friends close by.
Hard times hit, her friend and mentor went missing, as did other officers within the Cross. She was made Arbiter in their absence, and did the best job she could with the circumstances presented. Unfortunately, things went very south, and she was removed from her position as Arbiter. Aldr and others were outraged, taking off their tabards and leaving the circle of friends they had been a part of. Izelle, being the person she is, smiled and told the Ravens that she loved them all, but that where Aldr went, so would she. She placed her tabard at Chikt's feet, and took her leave of the Ravens with a heavy heart.
Since leaving the Cross, Izelle has formed a small band of warriors and friends, and continued with her work of defending the Horde and her people. The Jade Wing, though no Cross, is now home to Izelle and Aldr, as well as others they have picked up along the way. She follows the creeds of Uther the Lightbringer that were taught to her by a certain human paladin, and makes sure the rest of her small war-band understand the value in having tenacity, compassion and respect.
War has taken its toll on the elf, and she no longer smiles as freely or trusts as easily as she once did. There's a distinct weight on her shoulders now, one that though unasked for, she bears all the same.
Stories:
A Cross to Bear (http://www.wow-tng.org/showthread.php?t=17844)
Nicknames: Izzy and Isabella to Lysimachus.
Date of Birth: October 19th.
Age: Fifty six in elven years, and looks to be around nineteen or twenty in human.
Race: Sin’dorei.
Gender: Female
Hair: A bright crimson with a few hints of a deeper orange.
Skin: Sun kissed.
Eyes: A light azure blue.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 100 lbs.
Place of residence: She lives in Thunderbluff in as small tent on the Spirit Rise.
Place of Birth: A small hut outside of what is now Orgrimmar.
Known Relatives: Mother- Ellarie (Deceased)
Father- Derrion (Deceased)
Half-Sister- Libelle (Alive)
Uncle of sorts- Lysimachus (Alive)
Aunt of sorts- Sabeinne (Alive)
Cousin- Eurielle (Alive)
Son- Xedrial (Father: Rethsil Sunspiral) (Alive)
Religion/Philosophy: She’s a devout follower of Eonar, and has adopted many of the druidic belief’s of the Tauren.
Occupation: Medic, mother and miscreant.
Group/Guild affiliation: The Jade Wing
Guild Rank: Harbinger
Enemies: Her once passive belief's that there are no enemies has faded. She now considers any who threaten the lives of her friends or family an enemy.
Likes: She enjoys being outside, seeing new sights, animals of all kinds, and flowers.
Favorite Foods: Fruits, for the most part.
Favorite Drinks: She enjoys water. No really.
Favorite Colors: Green, brown, white.
Weapons of Choice: She preferred the bow and arrow for years up until she found the Raven Cross. She's since picked up the sword and shield, and has found herself quite comfortable with them.
Dislikes: Ignorance, faked compassion, failure and contradicting emotions.
Hobbies: She enjoys exploring new lands and drawing in her free time.
Physical Features: Izelle’s short, but not stocky. She has slender arms and legs, and looks like she’s spent a great deal of time in the wild. Her hair is decorated with hand carved beads and shells from the different places she’s been. A smile can usually be seen on her face, and it takes a great deal to see it turn into a scowl. An intricate tribal tattoo encircles her left ankle and trails down her foot. Her body is decorated in scars ranging in size and severity. Her back is probably the worst, the scars criss-crossing from the nape of her neck to her lower back. War paint can usually be seen underneath her left eye, drawn in a Tauren fashion.
Special Abilities: She doesn’t really have any, except her uncanny ability to get caught in the middle of things.
Positive Personality Traits: Very open and honest. She’s wise for her age, and gives good advice to those who need it. Izelle’s always trying to help someone.
Negative Personality Traits: Incredibly stubborn and hard-headed, when she gets an idea in her head to do something, it's very rarely changed. She's been known to make snap judgments and carry them out without much thought as to what consequences may ensue.
Misc. Quirks: Izelle’s mood is greatly affected by alcohol, and it usually makes her brutally honest. She tends to stay away from it.
Theme Songs: Fly Low Carrion Crow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXzKsWBzQsE&feature=youtube_gdata
History: Izelle’s father and mother eloped to Orgrimmar shortly before Izelle was born. It was a nice life, quiet, but there was always something to do. Her mother was a Ranger, and taught Izelle much of what she knows now. Izelle traveled Kalimdor for a while, eventually coming into the service of the Steamwheedle Cartel in Ratchet. From there she spanned all the reached of Kalimdor, and even into some of the Eastern Kingdoms. She was caught while doing a delivery by a group of bandits and taken to Sparkeye, a goblin arena master. For a few months she served as a Ring hand, helping to clean armor and sharpen swords until Magatha Grimtotem arrived. She had interest in Izelle and bought her for a hundred gold peices, which she liked to remind Izelle was far too much. Magatha eventually handed Izelle off to her niece to be a part of the Gladitorial arena's. Helka was a silent force, and Izelle rarely ever saw her. After a few years of fighting in the arena, her freedom was bought for nine hundred gold. She made her way back to her home outisde what was now Orgrimarr only to spend a few weeks with her father before he went missing. Her mother's grief was too great, and within three months, Izelle had lost her mother and father. She then went to find the only family she had left: A half-sister named Libelle. Since finding her sister, she's also found the dej Dynastus, Raven Cross and a sort of peace that can only come about with family and friends close by.
Hard times hit, her friend and mentor went missing, as did other officers within the Cross. She was made Arbiter in their absence, and did the best job she could with the circumstances presented. Unfortunately, things went very south, and she was removed from her position as Arbiter. Aldr and others were outraged, taking off their tabards and leaving the circle of friends they had been a part of. Izelle, being the person she is, smiled and told the Ravens that she loved them all, but that where Aldr went, so would she. She placed her tabard at Chikt's feet, and took her leave of the Ravens with a heavy heart.
Since leaving the Cross, Izelle has formed a small band of warriors and friends, and continued with her work of defending the Horde and her people. The Jade Wing, though no Cross, is now home to Izelle and Aldr, as well as others they have picked up along the way. She follows the creeds of Uther the Lightbringer that were taught to her by a certain human paladin, and makes sure the rest of her small war-band understand the value in having tenacity, compassion and respect.
War has taken its toll on the elf, and she no longer smiles as freely or trusts as easily as she once did. There's a distinct weight on her shoulders now, one that though unasked for, she bears all the same.
Stories:
A Cross to Bear (http://www.wow-tng.org/showthread.php?t=17844)