Nymue

Information

Player: Shademourne

Character Full Name: Nymue Dawnwalker

Character In-Game Name: Nymue

Nickname(s): N

Association(s): Silvermoon, Sin'Sholai, Bloodfaith.

Race: Sin'Dorei

Class: Paladin (No where close yet, barely begun her training.)

Age: 144

Sex: Female

Hair: She changes it often, but it's normally cut short for movement.

Eyes: Glowy Blood Elf eyes.

Weight: Between 100 and 120

Height: 6'0 flat.

Alignment: Neutral

Appearance

When she is in cities and the like she normally wears her flowing robes, to hide her body, but when she is on a mission for working, or near combat, she is often seen in her platemail.

Personality

Nymue is a very shy girl, she knows she is weak with her powers and this keeps her very reserved in whatever she does, she doesn't like to pick fights but she will fight if it threatens her way of life, life, or friends. She is silent in combat, mouth only used to cast the spells of healing she knows..

History

Nymue Dawnwalker was born to Ma'ri and Dere'cai Dawnwalker one hundred and forty four years ago. They lived in a simple High Elven village of no real importance, Ma'ri was a talior and Dere'cai was a Priest, they just scraped by, but it was enough for them and they were happy. From a young age Nymue never really showed much promise as a tailor so she was going to take after her father, to be a simple priest.

Life was still simple at this time, mother making clothes and stitching the seams of women around the village. Father healing huntsmen that came back from the woods, Nymue following her father around the village, helping clean wounds and aiding her father however she could, their little piece of Paradise just sank into the background of Azeroth until the dawning of the third war.

By now Nymue had reached 88 years of age, not yet an adult, but she was a Tailor on her own now, with her help the family made enough money to survive, her father long gone to aid with the wars.

When she reached 124 Life seemed to come to an abrupt halt, Quel'Thalas had been invaded by the scourge, and their magic had seemed to drain from them, tensions had become high and even her mother had been on edge. News soon reach them that the Sunwell had been tainted and they realized their existence relied upon finding new sources of magic, They left with several other Quel'dorei to join the war effort.

Their new existence forced Nymue and Ma'ri to take up the sword, They were going to follow their new found leader to Outland, to find solace there, but few Sin'Dorei stayed, along with them Nymue stayed, a heart breaking split from her mother later, Nymue was on her own, her faith lost in their own society had gone to the light, and she was able to use it to heal the wounds of her companions, not well.. but just enough to scrape by, the way she had been her whole life.

With their new ability to siphon mana, these new Sin'dorei made their way to the rebuilt city of Silvermoon, Nymue, who was carried along with them, never got proper training, and it showed when she was asked about her abilities. She was unable to afford to be trained on her own.. and the sheer willpower it took to use arcane with their addiction was almost more then she could handle.. so now she is going about to train herself, however hard that task may be.

Nymue then set off with her sword on her back and sights set high, hoping to one day be a priest like her father.