Character Profiles!

[Tarq]

Because the People demanded it. Went with a format stolen from Noxilite's site, but format is optional.

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[itanyablade]

Name: Cylinn bint Dante

Age: 23

Race: Human Female

Job/Profession: Fighter

Physical Description: Bronze skin, made darker by time spent in the sun. Dark red hair. Brown eyes. She’s tall and gangly with a warriors muscles and the grace of a drunken orangutan

Personality Description: It is not exactly fair to call Cylinn simple, but that is not far from the truth. All her life she has only ever wanted to do one thing, and that is to fight and wear shiny armor.

General Notes: Cylinn grew up on a farm and despite the fact that her father and mother wanted their children to have a chance at an education, Cylinn never wanted it. She can’t read or write and lots of things people say make no sense to her. She has a child-like glee that cause many people to see her as slow or “special.” She has also been called innocent, despite the fact that she says her favorite thing to do is “kill stuffs.”

Unusual Notes: Cylinn is absolutely obsessed about the mage Torias. She has chased said mage with a singular intensity. Even picking armor that might be the most alluring, at least in her mind. Torias, for his part, has given out mixed signals at best. He’s avoided her in person and yet fills her mailbox with gifts of armor.

Secrets: You have to have a brain to have secrets

History: When her father was going to marry her off to a pig farmer, Thomas, Cylinn finally ran away from home to start her glorious career as a warrior. She discovered along the way that it was very expensive to be a fighter and she is always broke, despite the fact that she shares a cottage with her friend Tarelyn and her little sister, Larshea.

While she fought in the battle against Uthas and his minions, she really doesn’t understand what was going on, only that someone tried to hurt her friends and she wasn’t going to let that happen.

Current Going-On (if any): Cylinn’s not much of a planner, so she just goes where ever someone asks her too.

((Yes, yes.. I know its not exactly the format, but it'll serve as a goad to really get it done.))

[itanyablade]

Name: Quilque Cogbright (a.k.a. QQ)

Age: 102

Race: Gnome Female

Job/Profession: Tailor/ asst. Toymaker

Physical Description: Average height for a gnome with light colored hair and blue eyes. She’s pretty spry for a wee gnome.


Personality Description: Quileque is the Guardian Elite’s mother hen. She cares about everyone and is very friendly. She is also very even-keeled, for a gnome.

General Notes: Quilque will stop female warriors in the street to ask if they are cold in that outfit. She’ll even whip up a warm robe right there if needed

Unusual Notes: Quilque is completely dedicated to Picklewisp and she will do anything to try and restore his mind.

Secrets: Quilque was and is once more a member of SI:7. She’s also a brilliant saboteur and has been “fixing” Picklewisp’s orcsuits to keep her beloved tinker out of trouble. She was actually on a spying mission for SI:7 and using Picklewisp as a cover during the third war and that is why they were not present to fight for their home.

History: Quilque’s lack on interest in tinkering was always a disappointment to her traditional family. When she eventually announced that she had decided to take up with a well known toy-maker, everyone sighed in relief. Her cousin Billibub took over the family business and QQ was safely taken care of.

She traveled around with Picklewisp, at first merely as his partner in life and later as a designer of clothing for his popular toys. It was during one of these trips that she was recruited by SI:7. She lent a hand, like many gnomes in the second war and then returned to her life with Picklewisp. Unfortunately, at her urging, they were both absent during the fall of Gnomergon.

The loss of his family and Gnomergon adversely affected Picklewisp’s mind and Quilque retired to Ironforge to try and help Picklewisp regain his sanity. She feels a depth of guilt that is unhinted at in her personality.

[shaila]

Full Name: Shaila Teretha Viridiant
Race: Human
Homeland: Elwynn Forest, Kingdom of Stormwind
Age: 24
Height: 4'11''
Build: Light
Hair: Brown with a few strands in the front dyed blonde.
Eyes: Green

Personality: Optimistic, mischevious, forgiving. Prefers to act immature, but automatically defaults to a more mature mindset when her kids are present. She gets very scared sometimes in dangerous situations and deals with it by joking around or playing in those situations.

Job: Tour Guide, Human Relations Officer in the Order of the Rose

Hobbies: Reading, Cooking, Exploring

Bio: www.wowwiki.com/Shaila_Viridiant

Currently Resides: Eastvale Logging Camp

[Lans]

Full Name: Sir Lansiron Morgandel-Aseran of Theramore
Race: Half-Human, Half-High Elf.
Homeland: Lordaeron
Age: 52
Height: 5'10"
Build: Lean, but solid.
Hair: Straight, black, slightly past his shoulders, probably in need of washing.
Eyes: Coal-black.

Personal Philosophy: Life isn't something worth wasting, nor is death something worth worrying about. Those with the strength and determination to live to the fullest, and the strength and wits to win battles, no matter what, are the most deserving of it, never those who have wealth and victory handed to them. Don't expect any handouts, but keep your friends close and stay loyal. Above all else, nothing is worth losing your honesty and integrity over, because in the end, all a man truly has is his word.

Personality: Lans Aseran is a straightforward, honest individual with an equally honest love of carnage and mayhem. Not a diplomat or politician by any stretch of the imagination, Lans is a warrior to the core. In demeanor, he is generally approachable and good-natured, despite his enthusiastic outlook on violence. His voice is gravelly and touched with a rakish accent. He is difficult to truly anger, easily entertained, and makes no excuses for his uncomplicated nature.

Job: Knight, ranger, strategist, hatchetman.

Hobbies: Drawing and painting. When he was a boy, he sketched wanted posters in Booty Bay for small coin. He's gotten back into it recently, only not so much for the criminal element.

Bio: Lengthy. See Lansiron's wowwiki article at www.wowwiki.com/Lansiron_Aseran

Currently Resides: Ratchet, though his true home nowadays is Theramore. He tends to also spend a fair amount of time in Stormwind.

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[than]

Full Name: T(h)antrus Azmodeus Ferhyn
Race: Undetermined
Homeland: Moonbrook, Westfall
Age: 23
Height: 5'7"
Build: Lithe
Hair: Bleech blonde
Eyes: Dark Brown

Philosophy: "Go with the flow."

Personality:
Easy going and relaxed when not obssesively paranoid and eccentric.

Job:
Guild's mad scientist and low-budget alchemist.

Hobbies:
Creating weird and seemingly worthless things in his laboratory.

Bio:
<Too much to type, even for a summary. Will do sometime elsewhere.>

Currently Resides:
Ironforge


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[Alishe]

Full Name: Alishe Na'shaile
Race: Kaldorei
Homeland: Ashenvale
Age: Undisclosed (Alishe appears to be fairly young, but looks can and often are deceiving.)
Height: 6'3"
Build: Average. More on the athletically slim side, but with curves.
Hair: Midnight blue. Slightly curly and despite the fact that Alishe almost always pulls her hair back, there are always a few stray curls that frame her face.
Eyes: A silver blue hue. While she does not maintain the golden glow of those who follow the druid path, she doesn't seem lacking for this.
Additional notes on appearance: Alishe's skin is a blueish hue and two very light crimson marks highlight her cheeks in the form of lightning bolts.

Philosophy: Alishe is a peace maker. She's a healer at heart, even though she now follows the path of protector of Elune and harnesses nature's wrath. While her feral nature does present itself from time to time, it is and never has been a major part of her personality. Alishe feels happiest when she's helping others. Be it through her talents, through potions or through time spent with them when they need her most.

She's seen what hate brings and lost both her father and brother to war. She truly believes there are far greater enemies out there than the horde and as such does not battle against them. (Despite the great joy she used to take in hunting down a certain troll named Degmarlee. Ahh the days before "honor" kicked in!)

Personality: A bit of a contradiction. Alishe can be quite solitary, yet she's incredibly friendly and caring when you get to know her. Even to those who she doesn't know, she can be very open and genuine. Alishe gives very freely to those she calls family and friends, holding little back for herself. One of her biggest challenges is her own inability to ask for help or seek out others when she's in trouble. She tends to hide whenever that happens, growing very quiet and withdrawn.

Job: Alishe doesn't have a "job" per se. Her main "occupation" would be being mommy to two very energetic and mischievous two year olds. Otherwise, she maintains a very large garden outside of the house she shares with Prydion. She focuses a lot of attention and energy on those plants, losing large chunks of time there.

She does take on tasks outside of the home, of course. And tries to help fight battles against the things which threaten to destroy the world and life she's tried to build. However, she works very hard to balance time spent with the things that matter most and time spent fighting to keep those things intact and safe.

Hobbies: She loves herbs and has been tinkering with potion making for as long as she can remember. If there's something that ails you, Alishe has a tea, potion or remedy for it.

Not to be entirely out-done by her husband, Alishe is an accomplished cook and quite proud of being called a doctor in the art of first aid. Though these days her bandages seem to be used more for cleaning up messes that Prydion leaves behind in the kitchen than actually healing anyone else. However, she makes many salves to heal wounds which sometimes stink up their home. But she is working on finding ways to make them less toxic to the nose and still maintain their potent properties.

Also, Alishe is actually a very good singer. She hums whenever she is lost in thought, but performing is not something she tends to do. At least not in public. She does sing to Prydion on occasion, when the mood strikes her.

Bio: www.wowwiki.com/Alishe

Currently Resides: Ashenvale, at the house where she and Prydion were married.

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[Narokor]

Because the People demanded it. Went with a format stolen from Noxilite's site, but format is optional.

Full Name: Mohris "Moe" Steelhammer

Race: Ironforge Dwarf Male (Partial Wildhammer Dwarf ancestry)

Homeland: Dun Morogh

Age: 58

Height:

Build: Average build, fairly nimble

Hair: Red

Eyes: Blue

Philosophy: "Life is whatever you make of it. All you have to do is just reach out and grab it by the horns." - a saying from Mohris's departed father.

Personality: Mohris could be described as your average Ironforge dwarf; a firm believer in the merits of adventuring, fighting and of course drinking. As he has grown older, Mohris has slowed down slightly, thus making him somewhat oafish in his less-than-sober moments, but he is honest and loyal to his friends.

He can be quite eccentric when it comes to describing his work as an engineer and often gets carried away when describing specific mechanical details, much to the dismay of those who have less knowledge in the same field. In the same regard, the dwarven engineer has a certain interest in seeing things explode - especially things that he crafted to explode.

Mohris is a businessman and therefore has a natural ability for wheeling and dealing his way through a few bad situations, although more often than not his weapons can end up doing the talking.

Job: Siege/Goblin Balistics Engineer, Assassin for hire

Hobbies: Tinkering, Inventing, Beer Tasting, Cooking

Bio: Mohris was born before the First War somewhere on the border of Dun Morogh and Loch Modan. He was raised under the traditions of the Ironforge Dwarves, though he has a small amount of Wildhammer blood from his father's side. As a child, his grandfather once brought him to visit the Wildhammer encampments in the northern Hinterlands - now consolidated as Aerie Peak. Like his father before him, Mohris became proficient at mining and eventually took up the craft of basic engineering. After his father passed on, Mohris looked to start his own life.

At the age of around 27, Mohris signed on to go to work with Steelgrill's Depot near Kharanos in Dun Morogh. The shop was still fairly new and had few accomplishments to its record at the time, but Mohris gained valuable experience primarily in the construction of dwarven war machines. Most notably, Mohris became a fully certified Siege Tank engineer and pilot - sadly, Mohris failed to take any of the precious Tank schematics with him when he left his position at Steelgrill's for greener pastures.

Thirty years after joining the shop, Mohris had become fed up with the new gnomish management and left in a fairly dramatic display of frustration. His travels took him back to the dwarven stronghold of Ironforge, where he searched for work of any kind, but particularly work that would allow him to travel. In addition to his engineering trade, Mohris took up a dagger and hammer and learned under the league of rogues within Ironforge in the arts of subtley and assassination.

Ultimately, Mohris would encounter the Wildfire Riders one night in Stormwind City during a weekly "pub crawl", where he met notable members such as Bricu Bittertongue and Tarquin ap Danwryth. This meeting would lead to his signing on with the group, and furthermore would lead to Mohris's accumulation of enough funds and renown as an engineer to found his own munitions production outfit - "Steelhammer Engineering".

Currently Resides: Ironforge.

Famous Quotes:
"Men aren't so hard te understand. Ah kill things, ah blow things up, ah build things, ah drink m'beer. Ah see in sixteen sparklin' colours. Ah'm not a complex dwarf!"

[Threnn]

admin said:

Went with a format stolen from Noxilite's site, but format is optional.

(We have a format? o.O How the hell did that happen?)

Full Name: Threnody al'Cair, prefers Threnn
Race: human
Homeland: Stormwind
Age: 26
Height: 5'8"
Build: Average
Hair: Now that she's letting the dye wash out, Threnn's hair is a dark auburn, more brown than red. It falls just past her shoulders.
Eyes: greyish-blue

Philosophy: "There are things you shouldn't have to bear alone. Let me stand with you."

Personality: Threnn is easy-going and quick with a smile. She's fiercely loyal and can't stand to see the people she cares for hurting.

On occasion, she'll speak without thinking, but for the most part it's only embarrassing to herself.

She knows she can come across as flighty to people who don't know her, and doesn't bother correcting that impression - it makes them more likely to drop their guard and say something of value.

She's not big on being the center of attention - lavish her with praise, or put her in the spotlight in some form and she'll get quiet and uncomfortable.

Job: Mining and blacksmithing, learning to be a swordsmith.

Hobbies: Reading (usually books on swordsmithing), visiting the orphans in Stormwind.

Bio: Threnn knows she's had it relatively easy, compared to just about everyone she knows. Born and raised in Stormwind to parents who have a thriving fabric shop, she hasn't known much about hardship. Not that she was spoiled or uppity - to her parents' dismay, Threnn was a bit of a tomboy, and her friends were mostly soldiers' children. Her eyes were opened to the troubles of the world long before she ever went out in the field; she just didn't get to see them for herself until later.

Not too long ago, her greatest concern was dodging the suitors her parents paraded her in front of. She had no desire to be married to someone just to improve their business contacts, but they haven't listened to her.

Three years ago, she saw an orphan boy run down by a noble's carriage in Cathedral Square. Not a single person came to help her with the injured child, and Threnn carried him into the Cathedral by herself. She hated how helpless she felt, as the priests and paladins saved the boy and she could only stand by and watch. Within the week, she'd gone to Northshire to begin her training as a paladin.

Since then, she's learned more about the world, and seen firsthand the horrors of the Burning Legion and the scourge, the wreckage and ruin they've left behind. It's left her with a deep desire to help as many people as she can.

She heard word that the Wildfire Riders were looking for recruits, and joined up. This, of course, led to her meeting Bricu Bittertongue, with whom she's fallen in love. This comes much to her surprise - she'd pretty much given up on the idea of love, assuming she'd eventually have to stop chasing away suitors and marry one of them. Now, though, she's not willing to give up what she's found.

Currently Resides: At the Gilded Rose in Stormwind. It was Bricu's idea.

Art: One of these days, I'll poke at Lansiron...

[Beltar]

Full Name: Beltar Forgebreaker
Race: Dwarf
Homeland: waaaaay the hell back up in the mountains
Age: 125
Height: about an inch shorter than your average dwarf
Build: quite skinny for a dwarf
Hair: Salt-and-pepper hair and beard; hair down to his shoulders, beard medium-length for a dwarf
Eyes: hazel

Philosophy: "I'm too damn old fer this shit, can I jus' shoot 'em and get it done with?"

Personality: Crusty, crotchety, grumpy--stereotypical dwarf at first glance. He's actually got more of a heart of gold--well, OK, bronze--than he lets on at first, and he's loyal to the Riders and to the few people he actually considers friends. He's actually taken a liking to the younger human members of the Riders, even if he sometimes tends to view them a bit too much as children when he thinks about how much of an idiot he was at their age. He's too old to care much about what people think of him, so he states his mind, repercussions be damned, and is capable of some creative and inventive profanity when the mood strikes him.

Job: Flower-picker and amateur alchemist. He doesn't let on much about the herbalism, though; he's caught too much crap from other dwarves for it in the past.

Hobbies: Occasional benders, obsessive care of his guns, ferocious mocking of anybody he thinks deserves it, grooming his crag boar.

Bio: Beltar Forgebreaker's real name is Anias Steelson. Born in a tiny, remote mining village named Flintrock, far back in dwarven lands, he grew up with his uncle after losing his father in a mine accident and his mother to disease. As an adolescent he fell in with a rough crowd and spent some time in jail. His criminal career ended when the gang broke into the house of an old man named Beltar Forgebreaker and attempted to rape his granddaughter; the young Anias shot the other three members of the gang dead to save the girl, then fled, taking the old dwarf's name to try and cover his tracks. (The full story is available at: feathermoon.net/log/index.php?topic=1569.0 )

Over the next near-century, Beltar wandered from one end of the eastern continent to the other taking all sorts of legal and illegal jobs. Mercenary soldier, convoy guard, bandit, enforcer, assassin, gun-for-hire, bounty hunter, bodyguard, you name it, he did it at one point or another. His travels took him across almost all the human and dwarven lands and many that are currently controlled by the Horde, Scourge, or Burning Legion as well.

He did not fight in any of the three Great Wars; he was otherwise occupied on various merchant guard jobs through the first two. Shortly before the Third War broke out, he was bodyguarding a dwarven extortionist who was attacked by a group from the Syndicate. In the fight, Beltar was grievously wounded and left for dead. His employer (who survived) purchased his silence by sending him to Anvilmar and leaving him enough money to recover. It took him five years to recover from his injuries, in which time he lost almost all of his skills with axe and gun. A year ago, he finally felt recovered enough to begin re-learning how to shoot and fight.

He is usually accompanied by a large black Dun Morogh crag boar named Squealer. Squealer attached himself to Beltar around Kharanos one day and never left. Squealer is unnaturally intelligent and tame, but does tend to get himself into trouble, and has turned into something of a scourge among many of Stormwind's taverns because of the destruction he can wreak on their garbage piles. But, never at the Pig, interestingly enough.

Currently Resides: Alternates between the basement bunkroom of the Pig and Whistle, and a room along the Great Forge in Ironforge. Rumors that he's shacking up with Bretta Goldfury, the gun merchant in Ironforge, are unfounded, although they've dated a few times.

Art: Nobody does dwarf art. Only pretty elves and humans.

[Yva]

Full Name: Seylon Skyborne Jh'Talith
Race: Kaldorei
Homeland: She's a roamer, and always was.
Age: In six months she'll be an even 1000.
Height: 7'
Build: Lean and athletic, but plenty of curves to be considered feminine. Reaaaaally long legs.
Hair: Grass green and to her ass. Straight.
Eyes: Silvery

Philosophy: "Life's too short to get bogged down in the negative shit. Eat, drink, fuck and be merry, Sugar, for tomorrow we may die."

Personality: About as friendly and outgoing as you get, Sey's a horrible flirt. She's got no inhibitions, and charges into pretty much every situation with a big stupid grin. She likes excesses, and when upset, WILL turn to them as a vice. Addictive personality in that way.

Job: Plate for hire these days. Bodyguard on the side.

Hobbies: Drinking and fucking, mostly. Usually seen draped all over Aleros.

Bio: Sey is Elyle's half sister. They share the same father, though Elyle is the legitimate child of the two.

Early on, Sey was the typical Kaldorei wife. Cooking, cleaning, domestic bliss, and a baby daughter, but Sey's husband died while hunting blue dragons (thus why she hates dragons), leaving her broken hearted. To support her child, she joined the sentinels while an old family friend raised her daughter. Time and circumstance kept Sey away from home a lot, and she and her daughter grew distant. When Skyborne was old enough to venture out on her own, she did so, telling Sey that she was a horrible mother and that Sky considers Xia - the family friend - her true mother.

Sey didn't take it well. Her addictions started right about then. Too much booze, too many women, too much alcohol. She swore she'd never get tied down again. She travelled the world, acting as a bodyguard and trainer. She nearly lost a leg in an assassination attempt gone wrong, and had to relearn every skill she ever knew, but she did it, and is now back in near perfect form, though her leg still bothers her in colder climates.

Her accent is one of a kind, thanks to her world travels: a bit of Ironforge here, Southshore there, and the dull thrum of Stormwind for a little flavor. She picked up the "Sugar" nomiker from a fellow sentinel way back when, and it stuck through to this day.

As for her relationships, Sey's played the field, and still to a point does. She NEVER intended to settle down, especially not with a man, but then she met this druid that was way too much like her, and the two fell in love. *wince* She's happy as can be, though, as they both understand what they've got and how special it is, and she does everything and anything she can to keep her Aleros happy, including picking up playmates for the two of them. She's a good girl like that.

Art: Not Safe For Work Really. Blame Lans.

[Elestera]

Full Name: Ethala Dracaena
Race: Kaldorei
Homeland: "Doesn't really matter these days"
Age: 12,000 +
Height: 6'11"
Build: Elegantly slim and tall.
Hair: Deep violet, straight, and kept well groomed to about mid-back length
Eyes: Silver and glowing

Philosophy: What's the point of living a long life if you don't enjoy yourself? Why have power if you aren't going to use it? What's the point of acting when you don't, in some way, stand to gain?

Personality: Ethala seems friendly enough, if a bit eccentric. While not nearly as bad as some of the other women in the guild, she is something of a hedonist and an occasional flirt. Mostly only when she's certain such attention would be welcome. She is not religious in the slightest, and quick to correct people who mistakenly call her a priest. She has a tendancy to speak in a rather formal manner, but around the Riders is quite comfortable to drop enough of it to not make anyone uncomfortable with superfluous titles and the like.

Job: Healer and spell-caster

Hobbies: A bit of light drinking, occasionally sewing, and reading

Bio: "A girl has to have some secrets."

Ethala is generally reluctant to talk about her past, unless she feels the person she's speaking with has a right to know.

Currently Resides: Keeps a room with another Kaldorei at The Gilded Rose.

Art: None currently.

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Is everyone gone now?

Okay, here's the real story. Obviously enough, just OOC info.

Full Name: Ethala Dracaena
Race: Highborne
Homeland: Eldarath, Azshara
Age: 12,000 +
Height: 6'11"
Build: Elegantly slim and tall.
Hair: Deep violet, straight, and kept well groomed to about mid-back length.
Eyes: Silver and glowing

Philosophy: Power exists to be held and others exist to be used. Very few can ever be trusted. Tell the truth only when a lie will not serve. A few words in the right ear, and others will go to war for your cause without ever realizing. There's an entire world of sensation out there, and why live if you aren't going to experience all you can?

Personality: Despite the exterior she presents to others, Ethala is a manipulator first and foremost. She has no real loyalty to the Wildfire Riders and sees them primarily as a means to an end. She is honest only with a grand total of two people, neither of which are Riders. She has many tendancies towards self-indulgance, be they through substances, people or otherwise; however, she mostly keeps her habits in check when they might jeapordize her objectives. She remembers her grudges for a very, very long time.

Job: "Arcanist of practical applications" Ethala calls directly on the arcane to both damage and aid, in fact every spell she casts is fueled by magic instead of divine faith. She has also proven to have a natural affinity for seeing into and manipulating the minds of others, though she avoids such action as it is incredibly difficult to 'see' anything regarding another's mind without being noticed.

Hobbies: Research and fulfilling her various addictions.

Bio: Ethala was born in Eldarath thousands of years before the Sundering into a noble Highborne family. Her father was a powerful battlemage while her mother was practically always busy with political intrigues and double-dealings. She was actually very close to her father, and his death in a skirmish with a group of trolls was devastating to her. The fact her mother didn't seem to even care hurt her even more.

Sometime later, when she was old enough to be married to another of the political families, her mother tried to arrange marriages to several different noble families. Ethala would have none of it. She charmed several of the house servants into her confidence, and, deciding that the ends justified the means, convinced them one at a time that she wanted to be with them instead, and if only something would happen to make that suitor just go away...

The end result was a series of mysterious deaths, followed by the executions of members of a 'conspiracy to disrupt the governance of the people'. Interestingly enough, the key witness in the trials that put the murderous servants to death was Ethala herself.

Even so, after that incident her mother had a terribly difficult time trying to find families interested in marrying her daughter, and in order to both get rid of her and save face at the same time, deeded over the family's holdings in Eldarath and moved to the capital completely. Ethala proved to take naturaly to political machinations, and after a few centuries earned herself a spot on Eldarath's ruling council. However, while a competant and generally liked member of the city council, Ethala's tendancies towards hedonism demonstrated themselves once she had the power to fulfill just about any of her whims.

She maintained this position for centuries, and in fact met Ulthanon Kaidos at about this time. The two had a rather tumultuous affair, but in fact he was one of the first people Ethala got close to, loved even. It was, however, fated not to last. In the closing years before the War of the Ancients, a small number of Highborne saw that Azshara was losing her grip on reality. Ethala gathered some of these like minded individuals behind her, and formed a conspiracy to remove Azshara from power and put herself on the throne. Through a series of careful manipulations, she attempted to influence the course of events to her own outcome. History will never know if she would have been successful or not, because before her plan was fully put into motion, she was handed over to Azshara as a traitor, by none other than Ulthanon.

Rather than a simple execution, the Highborne instead decided that a very special kind of imprisonment was in order. Ethala's body was slain, but in the process her spirit, her very essence, was captured and bound into a spellbook. She would be forever trapped in an arcane cage, cut off from magic but forever taunted by it in her isolation. The War of the Ancients broke out and the Sundering occured, effectively destroying the leadership of the Highborne, and by chance the book she was bound to survived, and was brought with the Elves to Kalimdor.

Over the years, the Temple of Elune began to gather tomes, including the one Ethala was bound to, into a secret archive. Books and artifacts too dangerous to let fall into the wrong hands, but also too dangerous to try and destroy, were kept there. Not knowing what to make of the enchantment of Ethala's prison, the priestesses kept the book hidden away where it wouldn't be used. The archive would move as times changed, but always Ethala moved with it, bound to her book and blind to the outside world. Roughly one year ago, a priestess went into this archive, unknown to the others, seeking information that might help cure a friend's condition. When she mishandled Ethala's prison, she accidently released her. Ethala was weakened, half mad, and little more than a wraith, but she wanted to live again. Still sane enough to keep herself hidden, she subtlely stole the smallest fraction of the priestess's life, mere moments of time, to reform her own body around. Sanity returned with a physical form to call her own, and Ethala Dracaena walked the world once again.

In the intervening time, Ethala has learned much of the world, and come to the conclusion that she wants to take back her rightful place in it, as well as take back her home from the demons, naga and dragons that have moved in. She met Carassa Wintermoon near this time, a Kaldorei woman with no direction in her life, who wanted a person or cause to follow. Ethala was willing to give her that purpose, and the warrior is now her servant, lover and most trusted confidant.

Deciding that a long term solution would be the only way to fulfill her goal, she joined the Wildfire Riders as a way to build a reputation without needing much of a prior background. It could be argued that Riders are not the best choice to make for earning respectability among the nobility, but there are those in power who see merit of such a group, as well as its members. Ethala has absolutely no real loyalty to the organization, though from her actions it would be nearly impossible for anyone to guess that. As much as she puts on a friently face and works to build their trust, in her eyes the Riders are a set of tools. Dangerous tools that must be respected and approached the proper way, but tools nevertheless. How and when she will attempt to use them remains to be seen.

Currently Resides: She keeps a room at The Gilded Rose, as well as other cities in the event she needs to go elsewhere.

[galedorin]

I like these things. ^^

Full Name: Galedorin Songbreeze, prefers Gale.
Race: Kaldorei
Homeland: Nordrassil
Age: Unknown due to Trauma. Anywhere from a thousand years old up.

Height: Tall. About 7 feet.
Build: Solid and limber. He's quite muscular yet quick on his feet.
Hair: Dark blue with traces of what might be Indigo.
Eyes: Golden Bronze.

Philosophy: Wisdom comes from the lessons of the Past, help those that need it. Honor and Integrity above all else.

Personality: Gale prefers to listen before speaking, to offer help or sage advice when needed. He has his lions share of burdens and mistakes and believes that he should help others avoid them.
He is relatively inexperienced with emotions, though he tries not to interfere with others.
Gale is very, very slow to anger much like a volcano. As they say, it's always the quiet ones...

Job: Adventurer with a skinning and mining license.

Hobbies: Training and meditating. If WoW had instruments, I dare say he'd make a mean violin player.

Bio: (-puts up "Under Construction" sign. Lets it hang for Eternity.-)

Currently Resides: At Chelody's house, sleeping on the rug in the fireplace. Otherwise he has a few tree's staked out in Stormwind.

Art: I wish.

[maliwynn]

Full Name:Maliwynn Elena Stagsong
Race: Human
Homeland: Lorderon?
Age: She's not exactly sure, but around 24
Height: 5'8''
Build: A bit on the thin side.
Hair: Light Brown. A bit on the plain side.
Eyes: Bright green

Philosophy: Angry people have heart attacks. Happy people have babies. Aim somewhere in between till you're ready for happiness, then heart attacks.

Personality: Maliwynn tends to be a bit on the ditsy side, and often resorts to pet names when she greets someone. She's serious though, about helping others, and getting things done. All in all, she enjoys meeting people and talking with friends, thought she's utterly shameless about teasing someone, pg rated as that teasing tends to be.

Job: Paladin, Argent Dawn Member, peacemaker

Hobbies: Maliwynn enjoys swimming, helping friends, and staring at shiny things.

Bio: She doesn't remember much of her childhood, nor really anything before she was ten, including her parents. All she has from her early days is a locket with the symbol of Lorderon upon it, which holds the portraits of her parents, or so she believes. More of the history to be placed elsewhere.

Currently Resides:Light's Hope Chapel

Art:Soonish!Sorta!I hope.

[Jolly]

((Wanted to get this up somewhere. Let me know if it's a problem. For stonings press 1. For beatings press 2. For tanking press 3. For Mia press 4. All other inquiries, please hold for the next available operator.))

Full Name: Jolstraer Taborwynn (Also known as Jolly or Jols)
Race: Human
Homeland: Grand Hamlet, Azeroth
Age: 48 ((Based from the WoW Official Strategy Guide Timeline))
Height: 6'2"
Build: Thick bodied, with broad, squared shoulders.
Hair: Black, though beginning to show grey at the temples.
Eyes: Blue

Philosophy: There are worse things than death. Honor and loyalty to family, friends and comrades above all else. Defend everything you hold dear until the last, and remain standing when all is said and done. Live with peace in the Light, and find peace within yourself. Draw strength in your stubbornness, for a stubborn will to live will outlast any onslaught.

Personality: Jolly has dealt with a whirlwind of emotion in recent history, from grief and regret to pride and triumph. His past has worn on him as the years have gone by, most notably for actions undertaken during the war against the Scourge and the fall of Lordaeron. He is normally quieter than most, and his southern Azeroth heritage has given him an accent that is sometimes difficult to decipher.

With the new war agains the Burning Legion erupting against the forces of Azeroth and Kalimdor, Jolly has rediscovered his 'center', settling into the stalwart defender he strived to prove himself as. He is implacable once he sets his mind to a goal, and stubbornly refuses to fall at the hands of his enemies.

Job: Argent Dawn reservist, Master Hammersmith.

Hobbies: When not seeking out a way to aid others, Jolly usually spends his personal time in the forge, creating simple tools or small items of beauty.

Bio: (In the works. Eventually found at wowwiki.com) (www.wowwiki.com/User:Jolstraer/Jolstraer_Taborwynn - Grab some coffee and a snack, it's a bit long >.>)

Currently Resides: Keeps a small residence in Stormwind with his wife, Miahala, but is usually found enduring the harsh conditions of Outland.

Art: (None as of yet.)