Syyia

Information

Player: Syyia

Character Full Name: Syyia Whiterush

Character In-Game Name: Syyia

Race: Night Elf

Class: Hunter

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): None

Skills and Abilities: Syyia learned to do simple crafts at an early age such as weave, sew and garden. Syyia also has a moderate amount of skill in archery as well as wielding an axe.

Age: 369

Sex: Female

Hair: Natural long hair extending past her shoulders, purple like a twilight sky.

Eyes: Silver

Weight: 159

Height: 6'5'

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Syyia usually displays herself in a dark leather armor, strapping's that line her boots connect with her pant's the attire is usually tight and form fitting to allow faster running speeds. Also, Syyia wears a Darnassian tabard as well as a cloak that covers her hair and part of her face. Weapons include a bow and a single mid-sized ax.

Other: Syyia is a war-torn woman, scars and various other impurities scatter her body from wounds, burns and spell effects alike.

Personality

Alignment: Law Neutral.

Syyia is cold to most, her calculating eyes ever vigilant her shady and rough past can sometimes make her a brash and chaotic person, though more often then not she is calm even when the world and people around her descend into disarray. Syyia can be a hard worker, though only when she wants to be, most of the time she will try to use her wit to get out of work, or even occasionally try to use her feminine form to distract the person from what they had asked of her.

History

Syyia was born in Ashenvale secluded from even her own people, her parents were pure naturalists as following the normal culture of her people. Syyias childhood was rather serene, her mother hunted and her father was a rare breed of his time, a priest though normally a female role in that time period, he sought only to help those in need. Syyias father was away quite often, called to places to help the injured and sick.

Syyia had begun to show strange characteristics when she hit the part of her life humans would call "tween" years, her interest in religion dwindled, as did how much she revered and respected nature. Syyias body had become much less in tune with the world and nature than others of her kind, her interests lay in the past, of the well of eternity and the high elves. The thought of magic sparked her interests; however those interests were soon crushed by her parents. Syyia was soon forced onto the path of priesthood by her parents in the hope that they could rekindle her lost interest in the Kal'dorei faith.

It was not until her late “teenage” years that she was finally able to pull herself from the path of Elune, feeling betrayed by her parents she fled and decided to live in the forest alone, years of assisting her mother hunting and gathering let her live in the forest. It was in this place that she came to respect nature much like she used to, though still sometimes feeling rather indifferent she lived among the beasts until she was nearly an adult.

With maturity and new found respect for the wilderness, Syyia returned home to her place of birth. Her arrival was welcomed by her mother, but alas she learned that her father had passed. Her mother distraught with grief, had asked many priests to resurrect her love, but all failed she was told that husband was refusing to return to his body. Syyia decided to stay with her mother despite their indifference on opinions of faith.

The years passed slowly for Syyia, her mother slowly slipped into a bout of psychosis, obsessing of her dead father. The time came that her mother would spend every waking hour with nothing more than a necklace her father had woven of his own hair, laying in the corner of the room whilst spoke to herself. Syyia was forced to care for her mother, feed her and bathe her, lest she starved to death and died.

It took many years before her mother was finally able to care for herself again, but there was not peace long for Syyia, she soon learned of the orcs whom had begun to chop down the trees of Ashenvale. Even with her own sub-par feelings to the forest, she still respected it, it had given her food, it had given her shelter and it was a place she still called home. Syyia found what the orcs had done to be unacceptable, she gladly joined with her brethren to fight these terrible foes.

Nearly a year passed a year of terrible bloodshed and many battles for her homeland, some of those battles she nearly died. Those battles scarred her mind and her body, though she continued to fight, on one particular battle, she accidentally felled an orcish child. She realized what this war was doing to both sides; Syyia was haunted with grief through the rest of her battles, she had killed an innocent she could not forgive herself for what she had done, her fighting slowley lost passion.

After the fall and death of Cenarius Syyia fell into a depression, she pulled out of the offensive against the orcish people. Unlike many whom saw only the side of their own people, she saw both sides. Yes the orcs were chopping down trees of her homeland, but the orcs needed these tree's to build shelter, to construct weapons to hunt to feed themselves and their young. She showed sympathy for the orcs she of course kept this secret from her people.

She returned to her old ways of solitude, laying down her ax, using her bow only to hunt. Refusing to fight against the orcish people because of the damage it did to both sides. However word soon spread of the Legion and Archimondes assault on mount Hyjal. Once she took up arms and prepared she once again for war, her hunting prowess gave her much skill in the art of stealth, she was used as a scout to warn a base of the Legions impeding arrival. There were many instances when the battle was lost, forcing her to retreat rather than be killed.

Victory came at last when Archimonde was slain by the power of the world tree and Malfurion. However the happiness was short-lived when she saw what had become of the great tree Nordrassil. The leaves of the great tree had been torn away, leaving it heavily damaged. For the first time in centuries she actually felt connected to nature. Syyia dropped to her knees and cried. After the battle was over Syyia contemplated weather to move home.

Syyia decided against the latter and moved to the wilds of Darkshore, mostly desolate besides the beasts that roamed the land. She befriended a bear whom she called Sindrassil for the reddish circle that line his cranium. For a few years her and her faithful companion lived in serenity in the gloom of the quiet forests. Again her axe gathered dust and her bow was use only as a purpose of hunting.

Syyia had secluded herself from the world around her once again, more years past, she was completely unaware of the dark portal being opened and closed. Syyia was even unaware of the continent known as Northrend being discovered. It was not until she had found Auberdine that she had finally learned of all of the recent happening. Years before Auberdine had been filled with nothing more than ruins and a few lonely souls, but now it seem to flourish with new buildings and new people, the change in such little time astonished her.

The news of all of the happenings drove Syyia to want to see her mother again, wondering how she was and if she still lived. She traveled back to her homeland, and to the secluded place that her and her family once lived, once there she found her mother. Syyias mother had become well again and was no longer in the shambling state in which she had once been. Syyia settled in with her mother, again the difference in faith was set aside for the mutual respect of the bond between mother and daughter.

Another year had passed, it was one of the most quick and easy years she had ever experienced, she lived with her mother and Sindrassil in the forests, she hunted and brought home food for the family. Her mother stayed home and often read Syyia's journals and reflections on the fights she had once been in. One thing in particular had caught her attention, Syyias feelings towards the orcish, they scared and confused her.

It was not long until Syyias mother told the sentinels of her own daughter, Syyia had found about the treacherous thing her mother had done. Syyia attempted to slip from the lands of her people under cover of dark. Alas, her beloved Sindrassil was left behind; she hoped they spared his life. Though she fled and left her only friend, it was not long till she came back in total secrecy to retrieve him. The way was treacherous and many times she was nearly caught. Syyia eventually prevailed and escaped to the barrens with her faithful companion.

She journeyed along the gold road avoiding the orcs sights best she could; only traveling at night when she could not be seen. For nearly a month she wandered the dark, cold sands of the barren night. She eventually found Ratchet, she met a man there named Arabyss whom told her of Booty Bay where she soon traveled to, and she continues to travel searching for a new place to call home, searching for a soul to call a friend.