Sylvantal Shadowlost



Physical Appearance
A statuesque Kal'dorei woman dressed in dark leather soft enough to barely qualify as armor. She walks without visible weapons. Her everpresent wide-brimmed hat is kept pulled low over her face, hiding  everything higher than her mouth from sight. A single jade-green braid spills from the back of the hat, the end reaching nearly to the back of the elf's knees.

Though rarely seen due to the hat, her eyes are gently ripping pool of green and black, as opposed tot he normal elven silver or gold.

She is not often seen without a black, misshappen patchwork lute on her back, the instrument seemingly cobbled together from various bits of skin, scale, and hide.

Character History
Born some 400 years ago in Nordrassil, Sylvantal lived a reasonably boring life as she was growing up. When old enough, she was deposited into training as a Sentinel where she found no particular fame or skill worth noting.

The girl has always had a deeply present sense of curiousity and wanderlust, though. Roughly twelve years ago, she would sneak away from her post and stowawayed aboard a ship bound for Menethil Harbor through Auberdine. A decision that would change the rest of her life.

Through a series of misfortunes and accidents, the young elf would find herself entangled with a crew of pirates called the Renegade. She lived with them in Goldshire for several years, finding the friends, love, and adventure that is common to all stories such as this.

What happened after that is somewhat unclear. It is known the Renegade set off to sea with all crew, including Sylvantal, aboard. After that there is no mention of the vessel until well after Deathwing cracked the world in the Cataclysm. At that point Sylvantal returned to the Eastern Kingdoms, the only survivor of the voyage and a very different person than she was.

She rarely speaks of the fate of the Renegade, and never to strangers. Specifically what happened will have to remain a mystery for now.

Personality
Sylvantal is an ephemeral sort of person, as befits a bard. She can be quiet, contemplative, and wise when it suits her (Earning her the nickname 'Philosopher'), or she can be a boisterous woman who is comfortable in the center of attention. Most often she is quiet, preferring to listen rather than speak. When she is speaking,s he has a fondness for florid language and dramatic gesture.

She has an over-abundant sense of humour, finding amusement and joy in many little things. She loves quickly and easily, and deeply. Her loyalty to those she deems 'hers' is hard to match.

There is an obvious darkness to her, though. She has shown herself to be unflinchingly merciless, boardering on cruel, when she feels it necessary. There are very, very few lines she will not cross if it is needed.

Combat
In truth, Sylvantal avoids combat as much as she can, outside the lines of her duties as a caravan guard. When she does fight, however, she does so with a barely restrained glee and a shocking willingness to shed blood. Her weapon of choice is a slim-bladed warscythe, though she has been seen using a variety of weapons.

She is graceful, quick, and fearless in combat. She shows little fear of being injured, and even less response to pain while in a battle. She is best described as a dancer in a fight, using mobility and impressive reflexes to her advantage.

Though it is a little-known fact, she is also a capable healer. She simply seems to avoid doing it whenever possible. If there is reason for that, who can say?