Falaindre

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Information

  • Player: Uguu
  • Character Full Name: Falaindre Fadewind
  • Character In-Game Name: Falaindre
  • Nickname(s): Fala'.
  • Association(s): Night Elves, Nature at large, Sentinels (Formally).
  • Age: 9,517
  • Sex: Female
  • Hair: Long, dark blue.
  • Eyes: Silver, glowing.
  • Weight: 228 LBs.
  • Height: 6'8"
  • Alignment: Chaotic Good
  • Skills and Abilities: Falaindre has spent much of her life around the bow and arrow, and can pin a target down from great distances with her weapon of choice. Though inaccurate for good reason, she is adept at firing on-the-move with some degree on success, though she is clearly more likely to hit from a stable stance. When ranged methods falter or outright fail to come into play, she relies on a reserve, and moderate, ability to wield a spear or sword. She is somewhat skilled at throwing weapons, though a last-resort at best. A sub-par ability for unarmed combat. While her abilities in combat may keep her alive in an engagement, she prefers, more often than not, to instead trap and ambush prey, rather than directly attacking them.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Usually wearing a hand-made, form-fitting leather and softer cloth mixed suit, and a feather-adorned headdress resting on her forehead and through her hair. Armed with a spear and bow, arrows kept holstered usually to her upper thigh or lower back. There are usually a pair of skinning knives along her belt. Her clothes usually carry a layer of dirt and other filth from travel, often smelling faintly of sweat.

Other: Her body holds only a few scars, one running from her left shoulder down to the collar-bone, a deep round scar on her upper right thigh, and a pair of deep jagged scars running from her right shoulder, down along her back to the lower left side of her back, and finally a faint line on the right side of her waist. Beyond those few scars, however horrible the ones on her back may be, Falaindre's body is kept in an overall healthy condition. As opposed to the state of her clothing, her body is often cleaned with a warm bath, her skin has been kept soft and smooth, apart from the odd scar here and there.

Personality

Calm, reserved at an extreme, and borderline unforgiving, Falaindre finds little trouble in voicing or acting on her opinions on a matter. A dedicated Huntress, protector of Nature, and a servent of Elune, Falaindre has little patience for those who would cause harm to Nature or her people. Distant and xenophobic, she can often be distrusting of meeting new people, more than hesitant to give out her surname to anyone but her closest friends. Strong willed and confidant, there are few ways to easily make the Elven woman awkward in a situation, though her inexperience in more romantic settings can give her pause in how and when to act. Preferring to remain independent, she bears a firm dislike to being forced to rely on others, and of asking others for any form of assistance. Falaindre usually prefers only small, close company, when she feels any need to be social. Though, she will usually head off into the forest to relax, than visit a bar or a party. Despite her best efforts to appear strongly around them, Falaindre bears a deep fear for Orcs, and usually can not maintain any form of calm around them.

History

Falaindre was born nearly ten thousand years ago, in the forests of Ashenvale, to a loving couple of Elves. While she was born too late to join in the war just a few hundred years before, the damages done by the demonic invasion were clear for all to see. Starting as soon as she was able, Falaindre spent a fair bit of her 'youth' practicing with the bow, and even the spear and sword, while doing chores or favours for her parents. Once she was deemed old enough to fend for herself, Falaindre set off from her parents to begin a life of her own. For years she continued to hone her skills with a bow, and before long, joined the sentinels to help safeguard her lands and people. As the years passed by, one by one, Falaindre began to take more and more a notice to the Arcane using 'Highborne', and even had the displeasure of a few less than 'friendly' encounters with a fair number of them. Though little more than arguments, rarely even coming close to proper violence, Falaindre slowly began to grow a great disliking for the 'Highborne', as well as the Arcane magic they took such pride in. Regardless, she found her time better used in training, practice, and generally communing with nature, than arguing with some stuck up arcanist.

By time Nordrassil was planted, and blessed, Falaindre had begun to take a more firmer stance against the 'Highborne', though the arguments were far fewer, she still rarely had anything pleasant to say to them. This would all change when the 'Highborne' were finally exiled for their crimes, having watched them leave, Falaindre was rather glad to finally be rid of them. Regardless, having work left to do, Falaindre took to helping hunt down and kill the Satyr, and other evils left over. While it would be some time before anything serious happened, to a grand scale, Falaindre had a fair number of personal events to keep herself entertained. While she hasn't yet managed anything in the way of 'romance', she did encounter a craftsman that seemed to take a liking to her. Though, having shown him no feelings in return, he had later taken another woman as a mate.

Thousands of years of guardianship would pass, before anything seriously noteworthy would happen for Falaindre, with the Qiraji and Silithid invasion. Falaindre, having been shipped off to face down this new foe, found herself heavily challenged to adapt to the new and barren landscape, having grown too used to Ashenvale and its trees. Despite having trouble getting used to the terrain, Falaindre kept up with the duty of picking off targets from a distance with her bow, only a few times did she ever have to resort to her spear or sword. Through brutal conditions, continued warfare with the insectoid enemy, Falaindre managed to avoid much in the way of injury, getting away with only a few nicks and a deep gash along her side. After more time spent in this wasteland than she would have liked, the conflict was finally put down, and the great Scarab Wall was put into place. Though victorious in the war, Falaindre had come close to falling into a depression, having seen many of her sisters and brothers slain during the conflict.

While she had spent much of her time training and hunting in the woods of Ashenvale, she would later be forced back into war when the Third war begins. When the Orcs began their attacks on the forest, hacking and chopping down tree after tree, Falaindre didn't give a second thought to sending arrows their way. Though the death of their 'demigod' had demoralized her in some sense, she was quick to turn sadness to anger and spent much of her time trying to drive that anger down the throats of any Orc she could find, as well as their allies. As if fate had decided the Orcs not enough of a foe to face down, Falaindre was horrified when the Burning Legion kicked off its full invasion of the world, with demons raining from the skies to burn and destroy. Though she had rather have had shot them dead, Falaindre was given no choice but to make an ally of the Humans, Orcs, and other races at the battle for the World Tree. With the fighting over, for now, and the World tree destroyed, Falaindre wasted no time returning fully to Ashenvale. With the world Tree destroyed, Falaindre decided it best to leave the sentinels, and pursue her own life.

As the Night elves joined up with the Grand Alliance, Falaindre found herself interacting with Humans and the like more and more often, much to her distaste. While she had always tried to keep contact with the other races to as little as she could, sometimes it was simply unavoidable. With the war against the Horde still raging, Falaindre took to venturing out into the Barrens to hunt down any Orcs she could find, still bearing a grudge for their acts against Ashenvale and her people as a whole. One day, she was asked a favour to act as a runner, to deliver a message to a druid in the Barrens. The task was simple enough, one Falaindre had done many times before hand during the wars, and she took off with all due haste to see the message to the man in question. Days of travel found her nearing her target, before she was suddenly ambushed by a trio of Orcs. Tried as she could, she was quickly overwhelmed by them and beaten around. Knocked cold, dragged in chains, Falaindre awoke to find herself tossed into a dirty cage in some Orcish camp.

The camp housed a number of her kind, mostly women, and a larger force of Orcs to guard their prisoners. A tabard was worn across nearly all of the Orcs, bearing the mark of Warsong, as Falaindre seemingly had faced these Orcs before during the war. On her first day, she had attempted to engineer an escape, only to fail horribly, and the Orcs were quick to deal out punishment. All of the Night elves were dragged into the center of the camp, bound in rope and chains, and were placed before a large tree. The Orcs grabbed one of the women, putting a noose around her neck, and set her to hang in the tree. They were all told not to look away, or they too would suffer the same, as the Orcs began pelting her with rocks and stabbing at her with spears and swords. Falaindre watched in horror as the woman choked to death, before a blade slipped through her ribs and finally ended her suffering. The Orcs all laughed, beating the hanging body around like some sort of toy, while the prisoners were dragged back into their cages. The woman's body was left to hang for nearly a week, before someone took it down during the night.

Falaindre, fearing what suffering they would face if they don't, attempted a second escape and was stopped a second time. Angered, the Warlock leading the Orc group decided it best to send a more strict message, and ordered a group of his 'troops' to drag Falaindre into his tent. Stripped nearly bare of all clothes, strapped to a metal slap, the Orcs began taking turns carving lines along her back, jagged and crooked with sometimes dulled blades. Her screams and cries did little more than make her captors laugh, as the other prisoners tried their best not to hear her suffering. After a long night of horrible agony, the Orcs 'tended' to her wounds, and cruelly threw her back into her cage. Sure she would soon be killed here, Falaindre began to lose all hope of escape, before the others in the camp decided to hesitantly risk a third escape attempt. By luck, one of the Orc guards had become overly drunk on his watch, and passed out by the cages. In the silence of the Night, the Night elves slipped their bonds, and the throats of their captors, before escaping into the nearby forests. Falaindre spent weeks to recover from her wounds and torment, spending most of her time alone in the forests, and rarely any time with anyone of even her own kind.

Having recently come out of isolation, Falaindre has begun to wander closer to Elven settlements in Ashenvale, even going as far as to talk with people in short conversation. Though still terrified of the Orcs that tortured her, Falaindre had taken a few, albeit very short, trips into the Barrens to hunt them. For the most part, Falaindre has remained in Ashenvale and the Stonetalon mountains, trying to live her life however she manages to see fit.