Selviorn

Information

Player: Evanmcgregor

Character Full Name: Selviorn Shadowstalker

Character In-Game Name: Selviorn

Nickname(s): Selv, Selvi

Association(s): Broken relations with the Sin'Dorei

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Rogue

Abilities: Selviorn is extremely skilled with both short and long blades, as well as blending with the shadows, and remaining out of sight. She has a particular skill for stealth and assassinations, but is rather narrow minded when it comes to how she goes about with these abilities. She understands basic first aid, and can help tend to a minor wound. Other than this, she has no particular 'abilities' to speak of. She never dappled into arcane, nor any form of using magic.

Age: 123

Sex: Female

Hair: Black, usually pulled back with a headband to keep the hair out of her eyes.

Eyes: Bright Green.

Weight: 120 Pounds.

Height: 5'9"

Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance

Selviorn typically wears dark leather armor during times when combat is probable, and assures it is armor unlikely to cause interference with her style of stealth, where she moves with the shadows. When on a social visit to a town or city, she wears a simple brown or black shirt, and whatever pants she can get her hands on. She absolutely refuses to wear dresses, and claims she finds them demeaning to her particular skills. Whenever not in her combat attire, she makes a point of keeping head-gear out of the question to show off her scars.

Personality

Selviorn Shadowstalker is a tough woman to read. On top of many scars on her face that mar her features and make it hard to read facial expressions, she makes a point of keeping her expression as calm and unreadable as possible. She does this to keep the morale of her few allies up, to plant the idea of her not having any fear. This also serves a dual purpose, to keep the enemy at bay. When they see no fear, they would hold back a little more than they would a foe who was showing terror. Occasionally she has been known to smile at a foe who could more than likely rip her in half before charging at it, blades in hand.

Selviorn has problems with relationships, particularly friendships and alliances. This is entirely due to the less than warm welcome she received when she returned from self-exile to find the Sunwell destroyed after Arthas' and the Scourge's invasion. Many of her ties to her people were broken. Only strings of alliances were left with them, and even less with the already shaky alliances she had with the rest of the Horde. This has set back her social abilities extremely, and she will tend to keep to herself and Let on almost nothing about her life unless she was very well coaxed into it by someone who seemingly wants to help. Even then, she is cautious about going into detail about her history.

One of the more obscure mysteries of Sevliorn is that she tends to disappear for days on end, usually returning in a different state than when she'd left. Features were altered, her scars rearranged, or possibly added to. Some have said that she retreats to seclusion to perform forbidden magics, while others have rumored that she is doing covert operations for the higher ups of the Sin'Dorei, as she was merely an expendable. She neither denies or admits to these rumors, and for the most part, she doesn't even acknowledge them. She makes a point of this, believing it adds to her mystique.

History

As a young girl, Selviorn Spiritwalker lost her parents. Her father, Threono was an eccentric man, always conducting magical experiments. One day, he was ecstatic about his claims that he has found a solution to his 'Great Question'. Whenever Selviorn inquired as to what that question was, her father would just send her away, claiming it was something for the experienced users of Arcane Magic to worry about. She'd never questioned this, but would sometimes try to sneak down to her father's study to watch him do his magical 'tricks' as she would call them. However, when one night she decided it was best not to disturb her father in demonstrating the solution to his 'Great Question', she was awoken by an ear-shattering explosion. When she ran to the source of the flames and charred remains of her home, she found the burning corpse of her mother, and the mangled, half dead form of her father, run through with one of his own instruments of magic. The last words he ever spoke were those of a man realizing how oblivious to the world he'd been. Selviorn still remembers them to this day. "I was a fool, Selviorn. Forgive me. I never thought it would end li..." he was cut off by the dark shadow of death before Selviorn knew it. She'd never had a taste for magic, and knew she could do nothing for her father. So she put the skills she had from sneaking about to watch her father to the test, and left her home, taking a few blades and essentials with her. She left her home long before the invasion of Arthas and his Scourge Army.

For many years, she trained in seclusion. She was unsure of where she even went. She never kept track. By the time she was old enough to pass for an adult, she would do any jobs she could for any person she could. Many of them involved laborious jobs in fields, others protection against those who would encroach upon someone, or their land. Rarer still were the people who would ask her to... take care of someone they've been having problems with. It came almost naturally to her. She had the skills to blend with the shadows, to sneak to her target unnoticed. Her first kill coated her hand, and her whole life had changed again. Ever since, the number of 'assassination contracts' she received would increase, to the point where it was almost the only thing she did. She made her money, and would move on, never staying in one area too long. After a time, she cast off her family's name and introduced herself as Selviorn Shadowstalker, which she found to be more fitting than that of her family.

One day, she recognized where she was. She had stumbled north, back to the Eversong Woods. Something had drawn her back, a certain... emptiness. As if something had gone from her. She wasn't sure that this was what had drawn her back to her home, but she knew that the strange sensation felt stronger the closer she came. Shrugging off the feeling of emptiness, she planned on returning to her people, expecting a warm welcome back after all the work she had done.

Damn, was she wrong.

She returned to find her home in ruins, the Sunwell destroyed, and the dead, as well as the rotten corpses of the undead strewn throughout the streets. The very day before she returned, the battle for the Sunwell was over, and her home city was destroyed by the Scourge. She was horror struck, not only by the events that had taken place, but by the horrifying words of those who had survived. "Murderer" was the word that touched her heart most. She had been blamed for the death of her family. Branded as a killer of her own parents, and a destroyer of a glorious peace in the cities of the elves. The accusations were strongly supported by those close to her family, especially since Selviorn had disappeared immediately following the explosion. She retreated into the Ghostlands, where she fought the remaining undead in the Dead Scar for a time. She left the ghostlands only to aid in the rebuilding of the elven cities, and to help care for the wounded, and purchase supplies. At one point, she had returned to the cities as the rest of her people were introducing themselves to Fel as a replacement for the Sunwell. She felt indifferent to this, as she still had a distaste for the magical arts in general, and simply continued her life as if it was normal to have Fel in her blood. After a time, she found the cities restored to their former glory, and the Sunwell rebuilt. Glad for the chance to aid her people after such a terrible time, and terrible accusations, she returned to where her family's home once stood, and paid her respects to her fallen parents. However, she was given no better welcome to those close to the Spiritwalkers. She had begged the people who did not know of her family, who simply followed rumor, to accept her as innocent in the death of her family, and while her requests were entertained, most of the people of the Sin'Dorei still refuse to see her as a friend. However, she has been working her way back up to the top, doing the odd job for civilians, and doing missions for the Sin'Dorei guards. After a time, she returned to Sunstrider Isle to officially begin her quest to redeem herself in the eyes of her people. And now her adventure takes a turn. For the worse or better, however, is rather unclear.