Irelin

Information

Player: Lunaxy

Character Full Name: Irelin Dawnblade

Character In-Game Name: Irelin

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): Silvermoon

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Rogue

Skills and Abilities: Irelin is not as skilled as one may think, she's an agile fighter, with an exceptional agility and precision. She possesses a quick footing and is capable of paying deep attention when involved in combat, giving her an ability to dodge frontal blows with ease, and even blows that she notices just moments before they connect, which is much needed, given she's a particularly physically unable fighter, and a single blow could bring her down, depending what sort of weapon - or magic used!

Age: 102

Sex: Female

Hair: Simple, russet colored hair that's often held in a bun.

Eyes: Shimmering green.

Weight: 130lbs (59kg)

Height: 5'8" (1.70m)

Usual Garments/Armor: Decorative, custom-made leather armor dyed in the color of Silvermoon city, being red and gold. Theres leather wrapped around her wrists, several times. It's protective enough to protect from smaller weapons, but obviously larger, stronger weapons could easily cut through it. She wields two daggers, each with a decorative red cloth tied to their handle.

Personality

to be redone;;;

History

Irelin was born to a lovingly, caring Quel'dorei family, as the youngest member, she had a caring elder brother... Well, really didn't. In fact, her family was a wealthy one, with two figures of power, although by no means part of the nobility. Her father was a guard-captain, part of the Silvermoon militia, a powerful man with a high rank in the army of Silvermoon, while her mother was a powerful and well known mage. Lastly, her older brother was an aspiring battle-mage, taking teachings and training from both their father and mother, and exceeding extremely well in it. Sadly for Irelin, she wasn't what you'd call a nice daughter, the girl was more of an unwanted 'happening', which made her family, especially her parents, have a peculiar distaste for her. The lack of attention just made the young elf crave more and more attention, and act based on it. This led her to trouble numerous time as she attempted to get her familiy's attention, but it never worked too well as her family only considered her more o f a nuisance.

As time passed, she grew up - and the distance between her and her family grew as well. She could see her brother becoming powerful, and she could see how proud her father and mother were because of him. With the same desire to become powerful and make her parents proud, Irelin would ask for training, however, when she asked them for training, or even to have a master hired to give her combat training, whenever it was with arcane or a blade, they'd always refuse, and use excuses that she was far too young and naive to be taught anything. Not accepting the answers, she tried to seek training herself, but with her family's influence, no one accepted her under their wing. Ths caused Irelin to feel useless and frustrated, even making her angered.

Living the next few years helping in a cloth store in order to get some coin, Irelin had made a decent income that she saved for later use, and at this time, the Second War was starting, and her family couldn't ignore it. Her father, mother and older brother left for the war, leaving Irelin wondering how well it would go. She took the opportunity to travel to the human kingdom, stepping in Stormwind for the first time. She was mesmerized by how different their culture was, and much more by certain individuals that she had came by, especially a shadowy dressed figure - in dark leather clothes and surely a strange aura about him. Strange, that one was, but it was the most intriguing one. This shadowy human showed Irelin something that she never forgot, he showed her that arcane and huge blades and armor wasn't the only way to be powerful, and the subtletly of a dagger was just, if not more deadly than either. The elf asked him to train her, but he refused - and of course, Irelin never begged him for it, being prideful as she is, she just took the refusal and left, continuing to explore the city.

Irelin returned to Silvermoon, and after a few days, so did her family. Luckily, there were no casualties, but... her father got wounded pretty badly. The man had lost his left arm - literally so, but managed to survive the wound. Irelin was pretty shocked by the news, but even when she tried to talk to her father about it, the man just neglected her existence, simply telling her in a horrifying calm manner to leave the room. Irelin could see at that point, she was an unwanted 'thing' that happened in their life, and that was why she was always treated like just that... And watching her brother step in the room right after, receiving a (one armed) hug from their father... She couldn't hold it. The anger, the burning hatred that she was starting to feel towards her family, more specifically, her brother.

Using the saved coin she had stored, she bought a pair of beautiful decorative dagger, adding a detail of her own; a red hanging cloth was tied to their grip. The next step was getting the daggers sharpened, which was surprisingly cheap. And one night, Irelin tried to sneak upon her own brother. He was the reason of why she was treated like that, maybe extinguishing his existence would make her parents care more about her... but it didn't work that well. She had no training at all, and just as she tried to sneak behind him, with the dagger held in front of her, the experienced elf grabbed her wrist, tossing her harshly against the nearby wall, bending her wrist backwards before taking the dagger and slashing it against her, the tip barely dragging against her cheek, but it was enough to make a cut, leaving a scar that remains marked on her face until today. As the blood oozed from the wound, the man released her and the dagger, patting his ornate armor. Opening his mouth, the man said few words, yet the words he said were enough to unbalance her emotionally, burying so deep in her mind that Irelin can remember the exact words until today.

Kneeling down, she took the dagger again; luckily, it was an empty alley, and no one had seen the scene. She pocketed the daggers in her satchel, wiping her cheek with her wrist before leaving. From that day forward, she was decidedly going to change... Definitely she and her kind was going to change. Mere years passed, and the invasion of the scourge caught the high elves by surprise. Arthas and his mighty undead army marched on, and there was hardly anything they could do, other than hide. Sadly for Irelin, she didn't had that much luck, and would've likely died to a mass of ghouls, had not a face she hadn't seen in a long while appeared, quickly gripping her arm before dragging her elsewhere, blasts of arcane and clashing steel was heard in the background as the magisters and stronger elves fought for their kind, some guiding the average citizens to safety. Irelin and her brother soon grouped up with many others, fleeing to safety right after.

In the incident, both her mother and her father had died, and once again, she was forced to hear cruel words from her brother's mouth. This caused Irelin to burst into anger once again, attacking him helpessly, but the man just pushed her off; her physical condition wasn't one of the best, and she had no skill in combat. He griped both of her wrists, forcing the woman closer, his lips parting as he whispered her ear, sending her in a shocked state. It was odd, but Irelin hardly talked with her brother, yet whenever he said something, it was words that would remain in her mind, words that changed and shaped her into what she is today. Looking around herself, Irelin she was particulary glad she wasn't trained in the arts of arcane. Many elves suffered due to their addiction to such, having their power-source taken away like that, it was like they were suffering from a sickness. Even Irelin suffered, but at a much lesser rate than many others.

A year later, the high elves were reunited, and due to the efforts of Kael'thas, the now renamed blood elves had a change in their whole race. It was different, yet to Irelin, it was a bright light. The change was welcomed by her, as an opportunity, as a needed change. Certain individuals weren't seen so shamefully now, and it was the perfect chance for someone such as herself. Looking at the little backpack she carried, her savings would finally be put to a good use. It took a few days of search, but she found someone - a man, someone who finally would give her the training she had wished for her since a while. The first few days was so different from what she expected, rather than getting straight into it, she was forced to develop a routine of purely physical training. A month later, the training would already get heavier. Irelin developed lithe muscles in her body, a subtle toned build, but being short and having no phyiscal strength at all, her training was directed towards agility and swiftness opposed to pure strength; that's not to say she has not developed any, though.

The Sunwell was restored, and a new start was brought to her kind and herself. Day after day, she would meet with her master, and engage into a scheduled training. The use of daggers was an art to her, one that she would always remain practicing. For the remaining years, Irelin practiced as much as she could, and now much more prepared than before, she decided to serve her kind. Of course, finding a place to serve appropriately would be difficult, given her talents weren't needed by any of the main Organizations found in Silvermoon - joining an unofficial one didn't appeal to her, either. Still decided to serve heer kind, though, she asked a friend of her master, who had always crafted his armor, to make one for her own, a custom-fit armor that would give protection without hindering mobility - and had the same colors as Silvermoon. Unknown to her, her brother had been watching her during all those years, from the distance, never presenting himself. Once or twice, she had spotted him, but he always disappeared just as she did so. She was confused about what to think of him; in the past, Irelin hated all of her family, but now... She simply didn't knew what to think of them.

However, there was still something that she was sure of, her parents, even in their death, would regret rejecting her as they did, because she would become a proper woman, one that any parent would be proud of... And to make sure that her efforts weren't transfered to her family, Irelin changed her surname - or rather, just simply adopted a new one.