Tirralyn

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Player: Delta

Character Full Name: Tirralyn Ei'thelar

Character In-Game Name: Tirralyn

Nickname: Tir, Tirra

Associations: Silvermoon, The Sin'dorei, The Blood Knights

Race: Sin'dorei

Class: Blood Knight

Age: 360

Sex: Female.

Hair: Elven black – raven, in truth. Straight and coarse, she often wears it tied back so to be out of her eyes.

Eyes: Speaking of which, fel green.

Weight: 165lbs, without armor.

Height: 6'3”

Skills and Abilities: A strong swordswoman with many years experience, who augments her skills with the Light.

Appearance

A tall and brutish-looking woman, Tirralyn stands a head or so above the height average for her gender. She is not light, or by any description delicate. Broad-shouldered and square of jaw, she isn't what most would describe as the vision of elegant grace and beauty. A low brow grants her an eternal glower – or perhaps she strives to maintain it, as might be implied on the rare occasion that it melts away.

She generally wears the sombre colours of her order whilst on duty, and a formal affair of standard issue plate. It's not expensive or expertly crafted, there's little thought to the burden of its wearer (it's heavy). Still, it protects her vitals from the weather of most skirmishes. Plain clothes are just so.

Personality

Tirralyn's sense of humour is dry, dark, and often painfully blunt, but at least she has one – so she often rebuts when the subject is raised. Though a touch coarse, and more than a little eager for a fight when a chance raises itself, she rarely has any malign intent. Valuing justice, pride, and a sense of honesty, Tirralyn adheres to her upbringing and training. Following on from the point of honesty, Tirralyn is prone to being too trusting with people she places faith in, and dubious of those she doesn't. She is a closed person.

Obeying rules has a time and a place, to Tirralyn. Sometimes her own judgement, she feels, is the most reliable thing to depend on. Despite that, there isn't much she wouldn't do for a companion, however far in defiance of common sense it went. She has a strong sense of duty and loyalty.

History

The concept of the Light was first introduced to Tirralyn by her father, a cleric who later served in the Knights of the Silver hand. It was her mother who taught her to wield a blade. Learning swordsmanship was a befitting life choice of the tomboyish girl, who had never taken any interest in things delicate or precious. Reveling in the thrill of one-on-one combat and practice spars, Tirralyn honed her abilities gradually over time. Little could be spoken of her childhood and adolescence: She was raised in the proud kingdom of Quel'thalas, and came to develop a love for her city and people, and a proclivity towards adventure – in the city, of course.

It was during one such bout of urban exploration that she encountered another, a little younger than herself. Bumped into her, rather. Tirralyn barely stumbled, but the force almost knocked her tiny counterpart off her feet. Catching her by the arm on reflex, Tirralyn didn't allow her to topple. As she straightened her glasses and retrieved her arm, the girl introduced herself as Evaril, a transmuter in training. Tirralyn gave her name (and lack of specialised profession), and the two of them began talking. Despite their alternate focuses and interests, the two got along famously with one another, and became friends.

Though Tirralyn also developed skill in using blunt weaponry through practice, the fluidity of the sword was something she much preferred. It enabled her to simultaneous defend her openings with a shield, responding quickly and effectively. Most of her spars never drew blood, of course, so most of her training hitherto had been in theory. The sole time that Tirralyn challenged Evalin, she lost, and worse yet, managed to break her arm in a hard fall. They decided it was for the best they didn't test their skills against one another, as Tirralyn's father sought to mend her injury. Until the invasion of Scourge, Tirralyn had never experienced combat against someone who was genuinely interested in injuring her.

That was probably the reason that her parents gave their lives to ensure that Tirralyn escaped Arthas' onslaught unharmed.

During the course of the hostilities, a good number of the people Tirralyn had come to know over the course of her life vanished. They hadn't really vanished, but the fate that befell them would make anyone wish they had. A small company of travelers, barely mercenaries, had managed to hold a patch of the forest against the straggling remnants of the undead horde who had splintered away in their blind bloodlust. Tirralyn was amongst them – the company, of course. The death she witnessed was something she'd no real scope of, no prior experience with, nothing to prepare her for the sheer horror of it all. A mixture of luck and stubbornness spared the band, but the city they returned to wasn't the one they'd fled, and they weren't the High Elves they'd left as.

Tirralyn took the title of Sin'dorei in reminder and as a token respect for the lost, and she set about rebuilding her life, starting with her house. She had lost a lot, but so had everyone else, and Tirralyn found herself awed by the compassion and kindness complete strangers showed to her. One scrawny girl assisting the masons, who looked like lifting a breezeblock would leave her out of breath, surprised Tirralyn more than anyone. She hadn't believed Evalin of all people would have survived the chaos and destruction, but there the girl was.

Both of them were convinced to sate their addiction on Fel, when the option presented itself.

Unable to sit idle in contemplation of the past, Tirralyn rose to the challenge of joining the ranks of the Blood Knights. Though her conscience panged to rob M'uru, she trained diligently and put her stolen powers to just use, as Silvermoon struggled to exterminate the Scourge still plaguing her. Because of her ability with blade and shield, she was able to ascend the ranks swiftly but her progress was halted at Knighthood. There were still personal qualities she lacked to put her ahead of her peers, and her use of the Light left something to be desired – namely edge and style. Evaril comfortingly remarked that it would be like putting a sword in her hands and expecting her to fight off a legion.

In days more recently gone by, Tirralyn earned her keep defending her city and, occasionally, in sporting duels. There was rarely any shortage of competition between the raring initiates of the order, cocky Adepts, and even other Knights seeking to prove themselves. Tirralyn numbers among the latter heretofore, desiring to prove herself in the eyes of her dame and sire whilst making something of a name for herself.