Syleai

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Player: Kage

Character Full Name: Syleai Fairstar

Character In-Game Name: Syleai

Nickname(s): Kim'belore (Thalassian for Little Sun)

Association(s): Silvermoon, The Fairstar Family, The Horde

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Warrior

Age: 165

Sex: Female

Hair: Red

Eyes: Fel Green

Scale: 0.95

Appearance

Syleai is a shorter elf then many of her kind, but her muscles are much thicker. They don't affect her in the sense that she can be confused with a male, but it's easy to see she tends to work out. She wears a light set of plate armor, crafted by the best blacksmiths Silvermoon can offer. At her side is a sword smithed by her father. She wears elaborate dresses as many times as she can.

Personality

Syleai is always with a smile. No matter what, she smiles. In a confrontation she tries her hardest to avoid a fight, even to go so much as run away. She tries to be the voice of reason for her siblings, despite being the middle child of them. She's quiet and keeps to herself. She makes it a hobby to try on new clothing. She doesn't show anything outwards about it, but in secret she's completely giggly. She's very curious on how things work, translating to a more engineering side. If she's not trying on dresses, she can be found tinkering with machines.

Alignment: Neutral

History

The Fairstar house is the result of a merge between two families long before Syleai was born. One was known for Blacksmithing, the other for trade by sea. Their presence in the trade gained them notice as a family of power and they were deemed nobility some time after. They have a hand in the blacksmith trade and have their own trading company. They do business with goblins mostly to avoid any issues of cross fraction trading of the armaments they create. Recently under the late Patron Krest they have begun working in engineering, veiwing it as a new and intriguing business venture.

Syleai was born as the third child of five to the patron of the Fairstar house Krest. She grew almost spoiled, but due to how Krest was, she was taught to always be grateful. It was a lesson she never forgot. She was put through the best schooling High Elves had to offer, learning everything she could about trade and business. She was a quick study, and it wasn't long before she started to broaden her horizons.

Krest taught all his kids how to use a blade. It was their choice to keep the knowledge or not. Syleai was one who chose to keep the knowledge and continue to use her sword, but something was amiss. She wasn't strong enough to use the blade like her father was. She couldn't figure out how to strengthen herself. This annoyed her. She continued to try to no avail.

Eventually however she learned that instead of relying on raw strength as her father did she could use other means. Arcane was the logical solution. Many of her kind were versed in it and she was taught a basic understanding as a child. So she started to experiment with the magical arts, using them to allow her to fight almost like her father. It was around this time that she started to get into engineering, making small clockwork machines.

She continued to train, eventually supplementing some of her Fathers skills with her own, such as how to Blink instead of charging head first into a fight. She also took a larger role in the families politics, trying to get a grasp on trade. Goblins could be sneaky when it comes to deals, and she soon learned in order not to get cheated, she needed to think like them.

Her peaceful life came to a close once the undead burned their way through Silvermoon. She and her family had been on a vacation, but the loss of the Sunwell tore through her like a knife. She relied heavily on the arcane from the Sunwell unlike much of her family, and the sudden loss nearly broke her.

Fel was the answer. She readily accepted it, her body wracked with pain from the lack of magic. As the years went on, she became a Blood Elf with the rest of her family. The change didn't bother her, she simply went along with it. She didn't keep Fel for long. Under her families guidance she returned to Arcane.

She never made friends with anyone from the Alliance and she didn't think ill of the Horde. She remained in Eversong until Deathwing shattered the world, but even then she stayed home, rarely venturing out unless her siblings dragged her along.

Her life changed in an instant. She traveled along the Dead Scar, dreaming of a way to fix the burnt ground when she was attacked by a masked man. Despite all her training, she had never fought. She froze and was easily beaten. The man wanted information on her father. Miraculously, her father showed and fought the masked man. It was on that day that she watched her father die.

Guards rushed onto the scene, but she didn't notice them. The mask man had fled after the final strike, leaving her to stare at the corpse. She was rushed away by the guards to get her medical help. Her body was riddled with cuts and stabs from the attack. They healed the flesh, but the scars remain.

She was made Matron of the house due to her trade skills and handle on politics, but not without assistance. She has many advisers within her aunts and uncles. She keeps a calm demeanor, but deep down she is filled with anger. Anger at herself for her inaction that cost her father his life. Anger that she froze. Now she lives her life trying to find the man who killed Krest and still balance her House.

Skills and Abilities

"Arcane for rage": Her abilities as a warrior stem from arcane, though not all of her abilities are magic. Thunderclap is a wash of frost magic to those around her to slow them. Charge is a Blink. Rend is a firestrike with her blade.

"Engineering for dummies": She's dabbled slightly in engineering. She can build simple things, but she has a ways to go before she can make guns.

"I lead the House!?": She is the Matron of the Fairstar family. But she does not have ultimate power. She can make business decisions, but family affairs are left to a council made up of the Older Fairstars until she comes to be two hundred.