Urivial
12-09-2009, 02:45 PM
Full Name: Cyraelia dej Dynastus
Nicknames: Goes by Cyrandra or Cyr
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: 60 in elven years, 20-21 in Human years
Race: Sin'dorei
Gender: Female
Hair: Red, a little more filled out.
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Fel-green
Height: 5'11
Weight: 110 pounds
Place of Residence: Nowhere.
Place of Birth: Eversong Woods
Known Relatives: Lysimachus - Uncle (sort of), Unknown parents ((probably deceased))
Religion/Philosophy: No Religion (yet)/ Has changed her thoughts somewhat, now believes some Alliance might be alright. But will continue to kill ANYONE who attacks the Horde.
Occupation: Mercenary, Jewelcrafter.
Group/Guild affiliation: The Raven Cross
Guild rank: Exemplar
Enemies: Any Alliance foolhardy enough to attack a Horde Territory. The Scourge.
Likes: Long walks around Stormwind in the moonlight, The feel of alliance blood on her hands.
Dislikes: Ignorance, Arrogance, and people who underestimate their enemies.
Favorite Foods: Mana Strudels
Favorite drinks: Darkmoon special reserve
Favorite color: Red and black.
Weapons of choice: Any axe, sword, polearm, or mace that she can wield with 2 hands.
Hobbies: Killing Alliance, Making new 'friends'
Physical features: Cyrandra is tall for a female blood elf. She can always be seen clad in plate armor with a weapon strapped to her back. She has glowing green eyes like most of her kind and pitch black hair. She doesnt smile often, but when she does it usually isn't a 'happy' smile. She has no scars on her face but plenty on her chest and arms, most are from her Blood Knight training.
Special Abilities: None except the ones most paladins have.
Positive Personality traits: If you're stronger then her, you have her undying loyalty.
Negative Personality traits: Quick to anger, looks down upon those who are weak and refuse to admit it or improve themselves in anyway.
Misc. Quirks: None atm.
Theme song: None atm.
History:
Cyrandra doesn't have much of a history... at least not that she can remember.
She is a dej Dynastus, but much more then that she does not know. When pressed she remembers a Mansion and the taste of grapes quite clearly, other then that nothing of her childhood.
Cyrandra lost her memory in Icecrown land of the Lich King. It is unclear how this happened, all she remembers is waking up to two ghouls trying to break open her armor and eat her. Without knowing what she was doing or even HOW she did it, the Ghouls were dead... well no longer moving since they were dead BEFORE she dismembered them.
Leaving Icecrown, she found herself in Silvermoon without any ties or connections. She made friends with a local rogue who specialized in poisons and the rogue found her work as a mercenary.
Recently she has joined the force known as the Raven Cross, shortly after she returned to icecrown with new found strength and searched the place she had first okwen up. Finding a necklace under a rock with dD on the back of it she took it to her Rogue friend and had her search out what it meant. This lead her to Lysimachus, her eccentric cousin... or Uncle as he likes to be called. She now knows who her family is, even if she does not remember them so well.
She is a Raven. Reborn in the colds of Icecrown.
((Sorry if its a little sparse... first time writing a history heh))
Nicknames: Goes by Cyrandra or Cyr
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: 60 in elven years, 20-21 in Human years
Race: Sin'dorei
Gender: Female
Hair: Red, a little more filled out.
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Fel-green
Height: 5'11
Weight: 110 pounds
Place of Residence: Nowhere.
Place of Birth: Eversong Woods
Known Relatives: Lysimachus - Uncle (sort of), Unknown parents ((probably deceased))
Religion/Philosophy: No Religion (yet)/ Has changed her thoughts somewhat, now believes some Alliance might be alright. But will continue to kill ANYONE who attacks the Horde.
Occupation: Mercenary, Jewelcrafter.
Group/Guild affiliation: The Raven Cross
Guild rank: Exemplar
Enemies: Any Alliance foolhardy enough to attack a Horde Territory. The Scourge.
Likes: Long walks around Stormwind in the moonlight, The feel of alliance blood on her hands.
Dislikes: Ignorance, Arrogance, and people who underestimate their enemies.
Favorite Foods: Mana Strudels
Favorite drinks: Darkmoon special reserve
Favorite color: Red and black.
Weapons of choice: Any axe, sword, polearm, or mace that she can wield with 2 hands.
Hobbies: Killing Alliance, Making new 'friends'
Physical features: Cyrandra is tall for a female blood elf. She can always be seen clad in plate armor with a weapon strapped to her back. She has glowing green eyes like most of her kind and pitch black hair. She doesnt smile often, but when she does it usually isn't a 'happy' smile. She has no scars on her face but plenty on her chest and arms, most are from her Blood Knight training.
Special Abilities: None except the ones most paladins have.
Positive Personality traits: If you're stronger then her, you have her undying loyalty.
Negative Personality traits: Quick to anger, looks down upon those who are weak and refuse to admit it or improve themselves in anyway.
Misc. Quirks: None atm.
Theme song: None atm.
History:
Cyrandra doesn't have much of a history... at least not that she can remember.
She is a dej Dynastus, but much more then that she does not know. When pressed she remembers a Mansion and the taste of grapes quite clearly, other then that nothing of her childhood.
Cyrandra lost her memory in Icecrown land of the Lich King. It is unclear how this happened, all she remembers is waking up to two ghouls trying to break open her armor and eat her. Without knowing what she was doing or even HOW she did it, the Ghouls were dead... well no longer moving since they were dead BEFORE she dismembered them.
Leaving Icecrown, she found herself in Silvermoon without any ties or connections. She made friends with a local rogue who specialized in poisons and the rogue found her work as a mercenary.
Recently she has joined the force known as the Raven Cross, shortly after she returned to icecrown with new found strength and searched the place she had first okwen up. Finding a necklace under a rock with dD on the back of it she took it to her Rogue friend and had her search out what it meant. This lead her to Lysimachus, her eccentric cousin... or Uncle as he likes to be called. She now knows who her family is, even if she does not remember them so well.
She is a Raven. Reborn in the colds of Icecrown.
((Sorry if its a little sparse... first time writing a history heh))