Tahlari

Information

Player: flammos200

Character Full Name: Tahlari Tyraear (Ta-LA-ri TEA-ray-are)

Character In-Game Name: Tahlari

Nickname(s): Tea, Mana-munch

Association(s): The Blood Elves, Silvermoon. Otherwise fairly independent.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Spellbreaker (Paladin)

Skills and Abilities: Tahlari is fairly Spell Resistant, able to project Anti-Magic Shells/Zones around herself, to Control Magic, Spell-steal and cause casters Feedback or Mana-burn. Due to centuries of training and practice, and an elven heritage, she has become quite competent in detecting magic at work, be it in enchanted items or continuous spells cast over a larger area or such.

Age: 684

Sex: Female

Hair: Long, blonde and straight, it becomes a mane of yellow wiry strands if left unchecked for long, so she just keeps it in a neat ponytail most often.

Eyes: Fel-green.

Weight: 74 Kg, the vast majority of it being muscle.

Height: 1,80 m.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: A combination between a few overlapping plates of metal, subtle and supple chainmail and soft padding underneath, in an attempt to mitigate both blows and differences in temperature. After all, fireballs to the chest tend to be hot stuff.

Other: Aside from a round shield purposefully built to resist spells, she is competent both with the sword and with the more traditional glaive. She has a brooch shaped like an obsidian butterfly used as a clasp for her cloak.

Personality

An active, jovial and often witty individual, Tahlari sees herself as a factor in the grand balance of Quel'thalas. Effectively, she believes she exists as a counterweight to the gargantuan use of Arcane in the Blood Elven kingdom, and so she stands poised to deconstruct the magical and annul it. To her, life is to be treated with the careful application of force in just the right places that would keep a see-saw horizontal, as only through equality does she believe that growth can come.

A lesser-known side of Tahlari, is that she enjoys studying plants and mixing and matching concoctions out of them, alongside crafting small trinkets like rings, brooches and necklaces in her spare time. She feels herself drawn by the natural world and the celestial, perhaps in an attempt at escapism from an Arcane-suffused world.

As far as races go, Tahlari only cares for the Blood Elves. The rest are inconsequential to her, and thus lesser creatures of no meaningful existence. She doesn't deny that all peoples shape the world, each in their own part and quarter, but her own are the only ones close enough to her heart to matter. There is one peculiarity, though. She hates Trolls with a fiery, burning passion, as she does demons and undead, likely due to a Farstrider upbringing.

History

Born to Farstriders, outside Silvermoon, Tahlari's childhood was an extremely active one. A reckless, stubborn child, she would get into all sorts of trouble and sometimes even get injured because of it, much to the despair of her parents. Not one for scholarly pursuits, even among the Farstriders, she didn't so much take to learning the ways of nature, as she did to combat. Fighting felt so liberating to her, so freeing. It was like the dance of sharpened steel somehow cut at bonds she never knew she had, unleashing her from chains unseen.

Thus, the craft of arms came to her as she grew, and once she came of age, she took up the path of the Spellbreaker, motivated by the dangers of magic, and by the Farstriders' natural opposition to the Magisters. Training itself wasn't the easiest task she'd undertaken, but it was fulfilling, and she learned how to defend against magic and steer it away, eventually being taught how to make it combust inside the caster itself. Still, it would take nigh a century for her to master the techniques, and once she finished, she lived as a freelance, hired by contract or for specific tasks – as no one would hire her as a guard with a grudge on magi.

Work was fairly dull, for the most part. Being a bodyguard for various individuals against magical assault, or dismantling some strange spell gone awry, or controlling or dispelling a stray summoned creature, all were fine and dandy, though what really got her blood pumping were the instances of combat that she took part in. Out of these came the realization that her work –was- in fact quite dangerous, and that she needed a stable means of healing. Thus, her gaze turned to the natural world once more, as per her heritage, and she studied alchemy for this purpose.

The more mundane assignments slowly segued into something akin to being a bounty-hunter. She'd track down magical criminals and the like, and turn them in – dead or alive. It never ceased to amuse her just how crafty spellweavers could be, and the pleasure was so much greater when she broke through their spells and enchantments, or took her time in unravelling some complex form of defense.

Still, all good things come to an end, and the Scourge came to toss a spanner in the works of Quel'thalas. She survived the Siege unharmed, but a great depression came over her. She still practiced her job after the Fall, but things never felt the same. The way she became a Blood Elf was a peculiar one – she drained a Felled-up arcanist of magic, effectively feeding off the tainted energies within, her eyes turning green in the process.

Tahlari did little to control her thirst for magic, instead turning it on the people she hunted, or on the arcane-infused creatures that infested the elven kingdom after the Fall, and like any addiction thus fed, her hunger only grew, until at one point, it got the better of her. She was hunting down a murdering Arcanist, following a wanted poster on a bulletin board found in Silvermoon, and when she caught up with her quarry, she shattered most of the defenses her prey threw up, and drained her target of magic so eagerly that in the end, it was but a lifeless, magic-less husk. The mage in question had died from the shock caused by the pain of being drained, as it was later established, and though bringing in the murderer dead was fine, it took a toll on Tahlari's psyche, forcing her to realize just what she'd become.

Thus, the Spellbreaker chose to brave the pains of addiction and tempered her will, an all-time low washing over her. She fell into alcoholism for a time – replacing one thirst with another – until another life-changing event happened. She was in a Farstrider retreat, when she heard a certain Lari Eldanar singing a song that stirred her very being. The bard, it appeared, had been quite the traveler and picked a very heartening song, thus uplifting Tahlari's spirits, and giving her hope anew.

Casting off yet another vice in favor of clarity, Tahlari used the savings she'd gathered over the years to rebuild her home – thanks to the contracted workers of the House Thurandal, who specialized in all-natural, non-arcane ecology and took up her former job once more, a Freelance Spellbreaker, just in time for the Sunwell to be relit.

Since the reignition of the elves' fount of power, she hasn't done all that much save practice her art, mostly in and around Silvermoon – although a few tasks have taken her across and beyond Azeroth itself. Magi are notorious for teleporting to the most esoteric of places, after all...