Sylmae
12-08-2009, 11:19 AM
Full Name: Sylmae Wisprylon
Nicknames: Syl, Mae
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: Appears to be in her mid 20s, to the human eye.
Race: Sin'dorei
Gender: Female
Hair: Silver with a faint gold sheen
Skin: Extremely pale, with the slightest tinge of blue
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 118 lbs
Place of residence: None (Nomadic)
Place of Birth: Emerald Sanctuary, Felwood
Known Relatives: Mother (whereabouts unknown) and father (presumed to be in the area of the Forlorn Ridge)
Religion/Philosophy: Puts great importance on maintaining balance between all forces in life
Occupation: Adventurer
Group/Guild affiliation: The Raven Cross
Enemies: All Alliance, with the exception of Draenei... she has a bit of a soft spot for them, though she will kill them without hesitation.
Likes: Discovering new lands, the thrill of battle, relaxing by a cozy fire
Favorite Foods: Brie, sweet potato bread, mutton chops, winter squid
Favorite Drinks: Honeymint tea, Sulfuron slammer, Draenic water
Favorite Colors: Lilac
Weapons of Choice: Swords
Dislikes: Wasting time, disrespectful folk, casting classes
Hobbies: Exploring, working with leather, fishing, relaxing at the local inn, meditating deep in nature
Physical Features: Bears a floral brand beneath her right collarbone, which she attempts to hide with a lock of hair, and lines of worry etched between her eyebrows. Her jade eyes have a stern, piercing gaze. Her lips, are small and pale, yet shapely, and her nose is short and delicate, though it comes to a somewhat sharp point.
Special Abilities: Can speak to moths.
Positive Personality Traits: Can be very warm and loving when not under stress, fiercely loyal, will defend her friends and loved ones to the death
Negative Personality Traits: Has a short temper, will get angry very easily, especially when stressed. Can get rather paranoid under the right circumstances. Initial impression is generally cold and uncaring, though she tries her best to be warm to others. This sometimes leads to her coming off as rather awkward.
Misc. Quirks: The brand beneath her right collarbone burns with an unbearable pain when she nears the Forlorn Ridge, in addition to any area inhabited by the Draenei or their various racial mutations.
Theme Songs: "Serenity" - Armin van Buuren
History: Born of a relentlessly adventuresome mother named Kilariel, at the Emerald Sanctuary in Felwood, Sylmae was introduced early to the perils of the wild. She never knew her father in her youth, though she was told he was a strong and regal man.
Sylmae lost her mother at a very young age. Kilariel had left her in the care of Winna Hazzard at Bloodvenom Post, the Undead had served many times as a guardian for Sylmae when her mother could no longer resist the call of adventure. But this adventure was different from those preceeding it: Kilariel was captured by a band of Kurenai, on an ill-fated trek through Nagrand. Though she was presumed dead, and thus reported as such, it is unknown today if she survived her imprisonment.
Upon receiving news of her mother's death, Sylmae fled Felwood, using every trick she had to avoid certain demise at the hands of the innumerable monsters inhabiting the region. After months spent struggling to survive in the wilderness, and more than a few brushes with death, she was able to drag her broken body and numb soul through the gates of Orgrimmar, with one goal set in stone in her mind: find her father. Her mother was gone, and she needed a parent – thinking of herself as an orphan was truly terrifying.
Aldrimor is the name of her father: a half-Draenei, half-Sin'dorei warrior. Knowing he would be shunned by both the Alliance and Horde if his mixed racial identity was revealed, he blamed his slightly more delicate stature, fair features, and abnormally pale skin on an extended period of time spent in Outland. Although he proclaims, out of necessity, allegiance to the Alliance, his only true loyalty lies in the spirit of adventure, and he has no issue mingling with anyone of like mind, no matter to which faction they belong. Kilariel was one such like-minded individual, and through their various adventures together, Sylmae was conceived.
Orgrimmar seemed to Sylmae a good place to start her search for her father: someone in the vast city must have seen the mysterious warrior somewhere in their travels. Though it wasn't until she posted a reward for information about his location that she got some answers: one large sum of spent gold later and she was on her way to the Forlorn Ridge.
The journey was long and difficult, and she never did make it to the Forlorn Ridge – only a bit east of the Ashenvale-Azshara connection, she was overcome suddenly by a sensation unlike any she had felt before: her vision became impossibly foggy, and the world seemed to be bathed in a purple light. She felt as if she were floating above the ground, surrounded by a cool, intangible softness – if her feet were still upon the ground or not, she could not tell. A voice then sounded in her head: the smooth, strangely accented and melodic voice of a man, that spoke as follows: “Never should you have come here, child. You have managed to escape many perils in your attempt to find me, yet there are many still ahead; dangers far beyond your reckoning. You will never venture here again; our time has not come.”
A blinding flash of light accompanied an unbearable, searing pain upon her chest, beneath her right shoulder. She tried to scream, but no sound would come. And just as she thought the pain would drive her mad, it was gone, and her vision went dark. She felt herself lying in cool grass, familiar sounds of the forest filling her ears. Her eyes snapped open, and she instantly recognized where she was: Emerald Sanctuary. Only one thing was unfamiliar to her: the white moth fluttering above her body. She asked the moth rhetorically, why it was floating over her, and she was shocked when a soft, whispery language left her lips. An answer resonated in her mind: “I am Haalrun, minion of Aldrimor and guardian of Sylmae.” And thus came to be her companion with whom she can sometimes be seen speaking with, rarely absent from her side.
Over time she found that she was able to communicate in an abstract manner with her father through Haalrun, though only briefly and occasionally. When contact was established, it was always broken and cryptic, and he would not answer any of Sylmae’s most burning questions. She carries on now, ever seeking the answers to her past, while indulging her inherited adventurous spirit.
Nicknames: Syl, Mae
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: Appears to be in her mid 20s, to the human eye.
Race: Sin'dorei
Gender: Female
Hair: Silver with a faint gold sheen
Skin: Extremely pale, with the slightest tinge of blue
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 118 lbs
Place of residence: None (Nomadic)
Place of Birth: Emerald Sanctuary, Felwood
Known Relatives: Mother (whereabouts unknown) and father (presumed to be in the area of the Forlorn Ridge)
Religion/Philosophy: Puts great importance on maintaining balance between all forces in life
Occupation: Adventurer
Group/Guild affiliation: The Raven Cross
Enemies: All Alliance, with the exception of Draenei... she has a bit of a soft spot for them, though she will kill them without hesitation.
Likes: Discovering new lands, the thrill of battle, relaxing by a cozy fire
Favorite Foods: Brie, sweet potato bread, mutton chops, winter squid
Favorite Drinks: Honeymint tea, Sulfuron slammer, Draenic water
Favorite Colors: Lilac
Weapons of Choice: Swords
Dislikes: Wasting time, disrespectful folk, casting classes
Hobbies: Exploring, working with leather, fishing, relaxing at the local inn, meditating deep in nature
Physical Features: Bears a floral brand beneath her right collarbone, which she attempts to hide with a lock of hair, and lines of worry etched between her eyebrows. Her jade eyes have a stern, piercing gaze. Her lips, are small and pale, yet shapely, and her nose is short and delicate, though it comes to a somewhat sharp point.
Special Abilities: Can speak to moths.
Positive Personality Traits: Can be very warm and loving when not under stress, fiercely loyal, will defend her friends and loved ones to the death
Negative Personality Traits: Has a short temper, will get angry very easily, especially when stressed. Can get rather paranoid under the right circumstances. Initial impression is generally cold and uncaring, though she tries her best to be warm to others. This sometimes leads to her coming off as rather awkward.
Misc. Quirks: The brand beneath her right collarbone burns with an unbearable pain when she nears the Forlorn Ridge, in addition to any area inhabited by the Draenei or their various racial mutations.
Theme Songs: "Serenity" - Armin van Buuren
History: Born of a relentlessly adventuresome mother named Kilariel, at the Emerald Sanctuary in Felwood, Sylmae was introduced early to the perils of the wild. She never knew her father in her youth, though she was told he was a strong and regal man.
Sylmae lost her mother at a very young age. Kilariel had left her in the care of Winna Hazzard at Bloodvenom Post, the Undead had served many times as a guardian for Sylmae when her mother could no longer resist the call of adventure. But this adventure was different from those preceeding it: Kilariel was captured by a band of Kurenai, on an ill-fated trek through Nagrand. Though she was presumed dead, and thus reported as such, it is unknown today if she survived her imprisonment.
Upon receiving news of her mother's death, Sylmae fled Felwood, using every trick she had to avoid certain demise at the hands of the innumerable monsters inhabiting the region. After months spent struggling to survive in the wilderness, and more than a few brushes with death, she was able to drag her broken body and numb soul through the gates of Orgrimmar, with one goal set in stone in her mind: find her father. Her mother was gone, and she needed a parent – thinking of herself as an orphan was truly terrifying.
Aldrimor is the name of her father: a half-Draenei, half-Sin'dorei warrior. Knowing he would be shunned by both the Alliance and Horde if his mixed racial identity was revealed, he blamed his slightly more delicate stature, fair features, and abnormally pale skin on an extended period of time spent in Outland. Although he proclaims, out of necessity, allegiance to the Alliance, his only true loyalty lies in the spirit of adventure, and he has no issue mingling with anyone of like mind, no matter to which faction they belong. Kilariel was one such like-minded individual, and through their various adventures together, Sylmae was conceived.
Orgrimmar seemed to Sylmae a good place to start her search for her father: someone in the vast city must have seen the mysterious warrior somewhere in their travels. Though it wasn't until she posted a reward for information about his location that she got some answers: one large sum of spent gold later and she was on her way to the Forlorn Ridge.
The journey was long and difficult, and she never did make it to the Forlorn Ridge – only a bit east of the Ashenvale-Azshara connection, she was overcome suddenly by a sensation unlike any she had felt before: her vision became impossibly foggy, and the world seemed to be bathed in a purple light. She felt as if she were floating above the ground, surrounded by a cool, intangible softness – if her feet were still upon the ground or not, she could not tell. A voice then sounded in her head: the smooth, strangely accented and melodic voice of a man, that spoke as follows: “Never should you have come here, child. You have managed to escape many perils in your attempt to find me, yet there are many still ahead; dangers far beyond your reckoning. You will never venture here again; our time has not come.”
A blinding flash of light accompanied an unbearable, searing pain upon her chest, beneath her right shoulder. She tried to scream, but no sound would come. And just as she thought the pain would drive her mad, it was gone, and her vision went dark. She felt herself lying in cool grass, familiar sounds of the forest filling her ears. Her eyes snapped open, and she instantly recognized where she was: Emerald Sanctuary. Only one thing was unfamiliar to her: the white moth fluttering above her body. She asked the moth rhetorically, why it was floating over her, and she was shocked when a soft, whispery language left her lips. An answer resonated in her mind: “I am Haalrun, minion of Aldrimor and guardian of Sylmae.” And thus came to be her companion with whom she can sometimes be seen speaking with, rarely absent from her side.
Over time she found that she was able to communicate in an abstract manner with her father through Haalrun, though only briefly and occasionally. When contact was established, it was always broken and cryptic, and he would not answer any of Sylmae’s most burning questions. She carries on now, ever seeking the answers to her past, while indulging her inherited adventurous spirit.