Silvesia

Name
Silvesia Azshanté Nightrunner

Relationship Status
Lifemate to Gibby 'Waylander' Faroth'Cú

Appearance
Silvesia, or one of her many nicknames, or perhaps 'pet' names, bears a tall and lean figure that highlights her similarity to the majority of her kin; differed by the fact she could be considered somewhat lankier than considered average. This in no way possible prevents her honing her already extraordinate skill in hunting.

One of the first things studied swiftly, if not covered with some extravanganza of a hat, hood, or the like, is her face, a blushed pearly-white skin tone entailing. Would-be smooth stripes trail from just above her eye, finishing with a smooth, sharp edge above her rather pointed chin. Interrupting such marks on her left cheek, that is, a scar glimmers brilliantly, almost impossible not to notice it. It could be categorised as looking slightly right-angled, though no definite shape can be accurately interpreted. Then amidst the rather long, fine brows that can be seen in all kaldorei, is hair that catches even the disinterested eye. Not a dull blue, that could be seen in lesser-groomed elven females, but a startling, almost shining azure that seems to impact the whole face - highlighting the shining eyes, her smiles, her lips, that seem to fall into a pinker category than of average, thinned in comparison also.

Attire usually consists of plain armour, or something that relates to her race; her tribal armour, for example, which she always likes to decorate with an assortment of feathers. Additionally, feathers appear to be dotted in her sea of hair, that falls in a child-like straightness, in the form of a headdress - it sometimes, somehow, resembles she picked them up carelessly whilst training. If not the case, she will be equipped with pieces of elegance, or choicy, suave, pieces of clothing, not exactly highlighting any features; nothing really sticks out of the ordinary, curve-wise. As is atypical to her kin. Her hands, if ever not obscured by thick or thin gloves, have obtained a ring. Strangely, her hands do not contain noticeable calluses, though she is well-trained with the uses of bow and arrows. They appear to be rather soft-looking, as if given special attentions. The ring is usually of human tradition. Some kaldorei may disapprove, but a personal choice makes her wear such jewellery.

She carries herself in a rather pleasant manner, her posture speaking well-mannered company, contrary to most folk, and a smile that speaks an expanse of mystery as to why a battle-hardened female such as herself has something to even smile about.

Race and Class
Kaldorei Huntress

Guild
Twilight Guardians

Occupation
'Freedom' Fighter/Ranger

Family

 * Sabreburst, brother. (Missing)
 * Ninjo, brother. (Missing)
 * Alddin, brother. (Missing)
 * Hutess, mother. (Deceased)
 * Jugnar, father. (Missing)
 * Kinndal, tiger companion
 * Sardiyah, wolf companion

Background
Silvesia was born on the not too distant shores of Auberdine, situated in the forests of Darkshore. Born with a knack for a bow, and the natural bond between kaldorei and pet, she was much like her mother in such a respect.

For quite a few years, she wasn't quite sure of her mother's whereabouts. She ventured across boats, conversing with many folk, in search for her. She, to this day, had no idea why her mother wasn't there for her in the first place; still, she searched.

Then she found her. A tearful greeting ensued, quickly followed by a series of dramatic events, at one point her mother being pregnant with a baby boy; she was unfortunately, murdered, in and amongst things: by a rather savage orc, to put it simply. Even today, Silvesia has a putrid dislike, perhaps hate, for the horde. She finds it hard to co-operate with such beings, even if needs be (not so often, imagined).

Silvesia travelled around, with many events in her life following her; feats like many, many relationships that faded away to nothing, fights that turned particularly nasty, heartbreak, illness and the like. She does harbour a-many scars for some of these occasions. She is not different that she once wasn't willed enough to live, that she attempted suicide. Though each of the times she was convinced this was the way, something happened to stop her.

Then she joined Fortified, led by Tubaquer. Quite a few years back, now. She met a lot of memorable characters, many of whom will take care and lead Gradual with her later on. One amnesia-stricken human she first encountered when joining, Richter, was extremely hostile, and as per usual, a fight occured. The scar on her left cheek is the only remnant of Richter, who soon became her best friend.