Learyn

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Player: Psychyn

Character Full Name: Learyn (le-a-ryn) Springleaf

Character In-Game Name: Learyn

Nickname(s): Lea

Association(s): Formerly Darnassus and the Kaldorei. Outlawed by incidents.

Race: Night Elf

Class: Bard usually serving as waitress, former Sentinel

Skills and Abilities: - Excellent pickpocket, if the need is there Learyn her hands do not mind snatching a few purses. - Flute musician, self explanatory. She plays an excellent flute! - Nimble feet, while just wearing clothes, she steps aside things with ease and is hard to unbalance. - Minor alcohol resistance, she can drink more then the average elf! - Throwing arm, she has a sharp pair of eyes and a good aim. Be it with throwing daggers, mugs, axes or other make-shift weaponry. She manages to balance her item and throw it, almost always hitting her target.

Age: 229

Sex: Female

Hair: Light blue, cut into a flirty short hairdo. A hair-band keeping it just the way she likes it.

Eyes: Silver

Weight: 77 kg, athletic build.

Height: 213 cm.

Appearance

Learyn keeps herself clean, as good as she can from her hair to her clothes. Her nails are taken care of, she smells slightly of spring and its flowers. Her outfit is one to please the crowds wherever she goes, and usually consists of a tabard/stockings. She prefers to keep the tattoo's on her arms visible, and hasn't bothered with heavier armour since she was outlawed. Clothes mainly, pretty clothes.

Other: Has tattoo's going over her arms, chest and back. Simple body enhancement, nothing magical about it. Carries a flute on her left hip wherever she goes.

Personality

Learyn has an outgoing personality, and stands out from the rest of her kin. She carries no hatreds, but at the same time never feels truly in-place wherever she is. A smile tends to be on her face at most times, not shying away from challenges that she deems to be fun. She is not one to pick a fight or show racial hatreds, but around her own kind she is easily distressed. They unease her, and as such she tries to make talks brief and steers clear of them wherever she goes.

She has learned to accept her faith, a sad reality that she will never walk elven lands again. She often thinks back however, fondly to memories she has but realizes her place wasn't amidst her own kin. She always was more outgoing, too curious for her own good and enjoyed making people smile regardless of race far too much. Learyn is a lover, not a fighter, if one would ask her why she would not fight in a time of war, she would timidly state that she has nothing left to fight for.

Entertaining, singing and making music. That's what she enjoys and does frequently, a dance to add to the play does not hurt either. In the eyes of other Kal'dorei she would be seen as a saddening disgrace, but in her own eyes she's living a careless, carefree life with the occasional thrill to make her stay on her toes. Learyn isn't shy to use her voice or looks to get what she wants, though prefers to simply take it without being noticed. If she would find herself in trouble, that required her to actually fight; She would try to adjust to the situation as best as she could, and use any element nearby to her advantage. Be it dirt, a mug, the weapon of a stranger if she could get her hands on the hilt of it. She uses her mind instead of her muscles.

Lovers of many, girlfriend to none. Learyn can't stand the idea (currently at least) to lock herself down with just a single person. If she would, that person is bound to with her for life! She wants to explore, roam free and see what is out there before doing anything of such serious nature. If the subject came up, she'd quickly push the conversation into a new direction as she's a bird that does not want to be put in a cage. That however, does not mean she'd share a kiss and night with everyone. The person she's looking for has to be just as outgoing as herself, who knows how to have a good time and amuse her while doing so. A dash of mystery as well as sweetness, Learyn could write a book about what she'd like to find in a person for that's simply everything.

Lately however, she's gotten more adventurous. After all her time in the city, she's ready for a new challenge and does not shy away from opportunities. Deep inside, she'd love to see more of the world and its people. Much more.

History

(Year -200)

Learyn Springleaf, only child to be born in a humble family. It consisted of a fairly common duo, a Druidic father who returned to the Emerald Dream a few days after she was born. A Sentinel as mother who took care of her for the first eighteen years, before returning back to the defensive lines in Ashenvale. Her call for mothering equal to her call to serve her kin. Learyn grew up to be a lonely child, never feeling truly in-place amongst her own kind as she was learning by trial and error. She didn't had many friends at the time, not many others to play with and express her non-serious nature to. A nature usually berated by her mother, often exclaiming she needed to focus on her duties first before enjoying herself.

(Year -182)

A grand day for most elves, the start of Sentinel training. The start of something that would play the biggest role in her life, and she didn't even have a choice in the matter. Her mother had shared tales from early age, taught her, educated her and eventually told her off on that final day. She loathed it from the first moment, as she never felt like picking up the glaive and learning to fight in Elune's name. While her faith in Elune was there, and her loyalty to her own race was showing through her deeds (She did what she had to do) she never bothered to walk that extra mile to accomplish things. When she could she came late for training, only to be berated and corrected. Preached at, roughened up through tests and exercises in hopes that it would eventually discipline the young elf. It never truly did, for her mind and character proved to be too stubborn for her superiors.

Her talent showed, her endurance and nimbleness but she never wanted to become a Sentinel. She never wanted to become just like every other elf out there, which wasn't making her days with her own kind any easier. When she was not Disciplined during training, she was disciplined at home whenever her mother was off duty which only pushed her further and further away. Soon, she found herself wandering the forests instead of attending training. Sometimes she spend entire days on her own, only returning to the town when she had gotten injured or was near starvation.

This struggling went on for years to come, till Learyn reached a point were she simply couldn't stand being near most of her own race. She needed an outlet, something to get her mind off the tasks she was forced to do. She found it one day as she had herself hidden in the vast forest once again, far from the elven hunting routes. A fallen tree-log inspired her, the wood in perfect shape to be used. Through much trial and error, wasting a lot of the fallen wood, cutting and carving she eventually found herself with a workable piece. She proceeded to carve and alter the wood carefully, eventually ending up with a pure sounding flute.

It had taken her hours, but the music that sprung forth and filled the woods seemed to lift her spirits greatly. She played until night fell, no matter how horrible it must have sounded at first. She'd practice deep inside the woods, avoiding the creatures while moving from place to place to avoid her duties. Growing up as a wilder child, distanced from her kin more and more. Perhaps simply misunderstood, or perhaps she did not want to be understood.

(Year 20)

At this stage the young elf only returned to the town when it was absolutely necessaries. Her clothes showed it, and whispers about being a disgrace could not touch her any more. She did not have to bother with the duties of her kind, avoiding her own mother to not deal with yet another fight. She did not have to fight, she did not have to kill. It suited her.

As the time went on however, the forest changed. Orc's set up a lumber mill, the creatures had become abundant when the hunting stopped. The woods turned less and less safe with the day, but Learyn couldn't handle being in town. Elven patrols became frequent, who if given the chance took a moment to stand still and berate Learyn. But she did not mind, she had her music to keep company.

The day that all things changed, Learyn sat playing up high in a tree unaware of her surroundings. She had been to the place a hundreds of times before, she knew it well and felt safe. What she hadn't expected was the elven patrol to scatter in the area. She was met with a full trained Sentinel, and the conversation went troublesome and stressful. Tensions rose, becoming harder and harder to deal with as it within minutes reached a boiling point between the two. Distracted, only listening to their own yells.

A peon had stumbled too far from the camp, its main task to watch out for any patrols. It found the two elves, screaming at each other and within moments the fight broke loose. The moment the Sentinel saw the Orc, she charged at him but was met with someone of equal strength. Learyn was shocked at first, stunned. She wasn't trained for a situation like this and couldn't do anything other then to roll out of the way and hide. Watching the two exchange blows and eventually finding the Night Elf disarmed with the Orc wounded on a knee.

A dagger, yanked out of the Sentinel's booth as she moved to finish the job. She was met with a feminine scream, and sudden piercing of her stomach instead. Learyn had dived in between the two, picking up the elven glaive as she tried to halt the other Sentinel from spilling blood. Her eyes met the Sentinel's, wide and panicky as she stood, taking quicker breaths. Slowly letting go of the weapon as the Sentinel dropped to the ground, gasping for air. The Orc did not waste his chance and ran, disappearing into the woods.

Learyn was found, on her knees at the fallen Sentinel, sobbing. The earlier scattered members of the patrol found both of them and as she gave them a single look with tear-filled eyes, she knew she could not explain and ran. Shouts followed her for minutes "Traitor! Stop her!.. It's no use! Get her to the camp! If she ever returns, kill her!" , until they all diminished. She ran till she met exhaustion, passing out there and then for a good few hours.

When she regained consciousness, she dragged her mentally broken body towards the first Alliance ship that arrived, and hid herself between the cargo. Only to find herself far away from home weeks later. (She was, eventually discovered but the ship was too far out to sail back. She hid for her own kin rather then the humans.) Awkwardness ensued, a night elf stowaway on an Alliance ship while barely knowing another. She had to eat as well, but she was unaccounted for. Alongside that, the crew couldn't stop staring at the elf whenever they had the chance. Seeing as she had no skills in sailing, Learyn was put in the galley (kitchen). At least there she provided minimal distraction and not entirely unsurprising, the morale stayed high as she was serving the food.

She learned a few tricks on her way to Stormwind when it came to cooking with minimal resources, as well as a few salty sailor songs. Not entirely what she had expected from the humans, but she took it nonetheless as despite the recent hardships, they seemed to be rather carefree on the journey. Once she finally had made it to Stormwind, with the salty sailor songs starting to bore her she knew it was time for something else. But what? An unknown city to her, a -huge- city filled with so many people. She had no idea where she was, having learned the human's language partially and stepped ashore.

Help wanted.. Seemed easy enough, right?

(Year 29 - Current year)

The past years weren't easy on her, most taverns eager to employ her into the serving staff for a few bucks a hour. Still she got by, and learned to occasionally take a bit more to tip her abilities with. Men didn't seem to mind, women she had a harder time with. The skills that she had been taught seemed to be redundant in human civilisation, where she had no need to kill and hunt for food. She had no need to wear armour, there was no constant testing and challenges by her elders. She was making her own decisions and while one tavern varied greatly from the other, she managed to mingle and mix in with human life much better then she had ever done back home