Arawen

Information

Player: SilverStrike16

Character Full Name: Arawen Nallos

Character In-Game Name: Arawen

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): No guilds or organisations currently

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Hunter

Age: 113

Sex: Female

Hair: A snowy white, almost always kept in a neat ponytail with a ribbon to keep her medium length hair from her face, whilst leaving a few persistent strands of hair at her fringe, free

Eyes: A glowy green, as with all Blood Elves, but not as radiantly, more a dimmed glow than the flare normally with common Blood Elves.

Weight: 101 Pounds.

Height: 5ft3"

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Appearance

Leathers or mail, fashion isn't something wildly important to her, clothes are a utilitarian thing for her when looking, given that she has a belt with a few pouches at her waist, a dagger handle protruding from one boot, a tilted quiver slung over her back, the quiver is one of the more ornate pieces

Other: Her bow is something she herself crafted, over the span of roughly a decade, she weaved it from a willow tree with a slight magical aura, making sure to get it just right, and it is clear to be a weapon of some craftsmanship. Not magical prowess, just finely made, and long lasting.

Personality

Reserved, quiet, and confident in a subtle way. She steps with grace, is loyal to her friends, the few that there are, for she does not befriend easily, being a natural loner, even among her own people. More of her own doing though.

History

When she was born, it was a time of relative peace. Arawen was a cheerful child, always inquisitive and curious, wanting to explore. She also grew up with a defined in stone sense of what was right. Not in a lawful manner, she was a bit of a wild child, almost entirely disregarding most rules her parents placed on her, for they wanted her to grow up a well groomed scholar. But instead of having her nose in a book, she would be climbing trees, playing with a few animals and making friends with them, whilst sneaking to watch other elves practice archery, something she herself wanted to learn and master. And so she did, sneaking from her room repeatedly with a crude bow and string, to practice shooting a tree out in the woods.

As she grew up, she became more and more self-sufficient, able to forage for herself as far as food was concerned, and able to make use of almost all parts of an animal she hunted, having a respect for the animal in that she had killed it and would do it the honour of not wasting its death. Her expertise with a bow grew more and more, and soon enough her parents had simply given up on trying to turn her into their dream. She forged herself, and was always a bit of an outcast. Watching others fall into the addiction of magic and the arcane, with some contempt. She avoids the use of it, and whilst she cannot fully ignore her inherent lust for the power, she has a firmer grip on it than most, hence the dimmed green of her eyes as compared to most blood elves. She finds it much harder to resist though if she sees demon blood, with the corrupted energy almost calling her to taste it, and will normally try to avoid such situations like the plague. Having joined as a Blood elf when the majority of the last of the High Elves did so, she merely wanted to fit in to some extent, not wanting to alienate herself from the remnants of home, and wanting to assist with her kin, even if she disapproves of magic and the addiction.

During the first great war between humans and orcs, Arawen was away from Quel'Danas, as usual. And whilst most of her race if not all decided not to participate, she would continue her exploration of Azeroth, regardless of the war. She would attempt not to interfere too much, but many a time she would crouch in a tree and shoot down a small band of orcs, every time to prevent them killing some humans who were fleeing, almost always with children involved. She found it unforgivable that the green slugs would chase down those not fighting or able to fight, that they would make a sport of killing. She saved quite a number of people, during the first war.

The second great war, Arawen was one of the first people to get involved in helping the Alliance, but on a smaller scale. She would do things like take out a few strategic orcs in an upcoming battle, like shooting some archers in the head, or a flanking section, whilst not participating in the actual battle. She would also shoot some doing supply line duty, if not the whole carriage, enough to slow it down, like taking out those pulling the supply. She felt the pain when the borders of Quel'Thalas were burnt, and was somewhat ashamed at the selfishness of the High Elves for it to require that much hurt for them to support a war of such magnitude.

The third war hit her the most, when the Scourge came and killed so many of her people. She may have been a loner and disapproved of many things her kin did, but they were still her kin. Her family were among those that were swept aside in the Scourge's wake, and it made her cold that such genocide took place. The only reason she was alive from the attack was because she had been out in the forests once more, but near the edge of the island, looking out at the sea when she heard it. Only when she saw it firsthand did she feel the despair, and knew she was too late, and that she would not have made a difference anyway.

She now roams about freely, doing what she sees fit with regards to the various situations she finds herself in. Her relations with the various factions vary. She isn't swayed by the Horde or Alliance troubles, and takes each faction as they come. She greatly dislikes the Undead, because of who and what they are, holding no mercy for them even if the Blood elves are allied with them, which is mostly her reason for ignoring the Alliance - Horde squabbles. Mostly though, she'll try to stay neatral with most. She may not like them and some may not like her but she tries to tolerate some and make them tolerate her, although the undead are unforgivable in her experience, and she treats them as nothing more than target practice.