Relar
Information
Player: Ozewse
Character Full Name: Relar Sunhawk
Character In-Game Name: Relar
Nickname(s): Rel, Relly, Red
Association(s): The Scryers, The Lower City, Dalaran (By extension)
Race: Blood Elf
Class: Rogue
Age: 750 Years
Sex: Male
Hair: Crimson, short-cropped
Eyes: Electric Green
Weight: 150lbs.
Height: 6'
Appearence
Usual Garments/Armor: Enchanted red leather gear with white trim, a whole black market-full of thrown weapons, and his two trusty daggers.
Other: Quite a few scars, some adding character, others not so handsome, no other markings. A nick or five in his left ear makes for good storytelling at the tavern.
Personality
Alignment: True Neutral
Relar Sunhawk takes his job seriously! (Most of the time.)
He can usually be found somewhere in the Scryer's Tier studying maps or in the Lower City with a glass full of Ethermead. He's both a licensed thrill-seeker and part-time Spymaster. Unwittingly, he often shifts from foot to foot when made to stand still for very long, especially in open air. Becoming a leader of a paramilitary has had some effect on his demeanor, however. He stopped drinking 'real' liquor.
His hatred for needles is only matched by his hatred of bugs. He is a serial bug murderer. Even as a child he would run along lines of marching ants and "crush them all!"
History
Born some seven-and-a-half centuries ago, Relar was never quite the type to make friends quickly. Raised in southern Quel'Thalas, he spent most of his time carving words into trees some thirty feet off the ground. Always the curious sort, he'd sneak about and watch the wildlife around his arcanetouched homeland as well, sometimes landing him into trouble, but nothing too major. A fine collection of scars at that point, for a young adult elf, nonetheless.
His skills in magic were always sub-par. He could fling a firebolt if commanded but 'Sun knew' it would have fizzled before it touched anything. A lax participation in school lead to strife at home, and eventually, a forced participation in the armed forces of Quel'Thalas throughout the rest of his adulthood. Quite a few more scars in those years.
In the years following he would find himself in prison, out of prison, then at the head of a troupe of Farstriders, then nearly beheaded by Amani, and shortly thereafter dragged through the Dark Portal with his Prince's forces to be used as a "Test Subject" by one of the more cruel and twisted members of the Magistry, suckling on some fel crystals and eventually liberated as the Scryers were formed, leaving him in a position at the head of a small paramilitary reconnaissance group with even more scars to tell stories about.
Skills and Abilities
I spy, with my little elf...: Relar is a skilled scout and reconnaissance is his specialty. He can move about silently and thanks to a set of enchantments, his leather armor can take on the color of whatever he's pressed to, be it trees, the ground, a kodo, you name it.
A knife in the eye!: Relar's skill with daggers is extraordinary, his keen precision with a throwing knife is almost startling. He keeps a constant arsenal of thrown weapons about his armor, each concealed in their own way but all easily retrieved.
Owch!: Relar becomes more and more evasive the more damage he takes, and on a good adrenaline rush he can leap to nearly twice his height. He is -very- good at ignoring pain when he must, but if he gets the chance to scream and whine about it, get your earplugs ready.
