Tyraiel

Information

Player: ScottRicho

Character Full Name: Tyraiel Raystream

Character In-Game Name: Tyraiel

Nickname(s): Ty

Association(s): The Horde, Silvermoon.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Hunter

Age: 189

Sex: Male

Hair: His hair runs down to between his shoulder blades amd the front is flicked over slightly onto the side of his face. This all dons the colour of a dull blond.

Eyes: Green

Weight: 153lbs

Height: 5'11

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Tyraiel often wears whatever leather clothing he can get his hands on most of the time and replaces them or repairs them as is needed. But when time calls for a job or a fight, he will wear his tailored mail armour that is heavily held together with beaten leather to make the sound of rustling chain reduced.

Other: Tyraiel has his entire left arm tattooed ruin symbols that join up together to form a sort of black, thorny shape that seems to be wrapped around his arm.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral.

Tyraiel is often straight-forward and tries to get to the heart if a conversation as quickly as possible. He is slow to anger and will rarely take up his weapons and fight unless it is absolutely needed or he is paid to do so. The only time that he would consider he actually feels happy is when he is out hunting with only his rifle and thoughts. The whole driving point behind his personality is simply travelling, surviving and trying to encount as many different situations as he can to broaden his skills and experience.

History

Tyraiel never feels more at home than he does with a weapon in his hands and stalking through some patch of land hoping to acquire a target. He was not always like this. Tyraiel enjoyed a good upbringing, often spending many of his days out enjoying nature with a small group of friends. It was from these days that his interest in hunting came about.

Often Tyraiel would go out with his father as he went on the hunt. While out with his father, he learnt many skills and techniques that any trained hunter would know, but at such a age everything that his father knew and did was amazing. The keen eye his father had for spotting movement hundreds of metres out ahead, or being able to hear something shuffling in a bush with all the ambience going on. Nothing short of amazing.

Eventually Tyraiel decided that he wanted to be like his father and spent years learning the vast skills needed for survival, hunting and combat. After this many more years were spent honing these skills. It took a great deal of time, but finally Tyraiel was able to match up to his father and aid him greatly on his hunts. At the time he only thought of using his skills to help his father or simply as a pass time to sneak up on his friends. But that all changed... like many things do when War is introduced into the mix.

When it came to fighting, Tyraiel was not very good to start out with, hunting animals was one thing, but dueling a towering Orc was something entirely different. He managed to survive many battles, more often than not it coming down to nothing more than luck. More than once he was faced with the life or death situation of matching up combat and with quick reflexes and a iron will to block out doubts he managed to come out on top. But all the fighting, all that death and carnage, going through the experience of seeing those that you grew up with die... It changed him. He felt himself growing colder and more drawn back from the world that was around him.

By the end of it all, he felt changed. His outlook on the world and it's events was warped and he never entirely felt comfortable without a weapon within arm's reach of him. The events that unfolded from there just seemed to meld together for him. The loss of his parents, his home. The biggest change was the absence of that warm, comforting embrace of the Sunwell. He just seemed to drift through on auto-pilot, never entirely there and feeling himself growing stranger and weaker by the day. Eventually things started to take a turn for the better and new methods came about for himself and his people to gain that comfort of mana once more and he aided his skills to the re-taking of their lands.

Tyraiel spent time after that helping to re-build the city and leading small group of hunting parties out into the surrounding forests to gather food and secure many watering locations. With the new direction of his race and feeling as though he has aided his race in a way, Tyraiel has started to feel himself becoming more how he was.

These days Tyraiel wonders around the land at will, his trusty blades and rifle in hand to deal with whatever comes his way. He makes his living by offering his skills to those that have the money to spare or in times when the flow of money is slow, he lives off what he kills and he can often be found camping out somewhere off the beaten tracks.