Post by Sinfael Vanmoriel on Mar 19, 2008 15:01:19 GMT -5
Hey all! Here are my characters on Feathermoon:
Game Name (RP Name): Sinfael (Sinfael Vanmoriel)
Race (RP Race): Blood Elf (Blood Elf)
Class: 70 Rogue
Regiment Rank: General
Age: 127
Personality: Sinfael is bluntly honest and tough as nails, but extremely loyal and devoted to true justice and the people she cares for. To her, death is no small price for peace, so she does what she can to protect those around her. And for her, this means sacrificing any emotional attachments to others and voluntarily taking up the mantle of silence. Living alone so that she can focus on her work without feeling vulnerable.
But that feat is more difficult than she imagined.
Biography: As a child, Sinfael lived in Silvermoon with her father, Gaeldrim Vanmoriel, and mother, Nymilir Farlight, well until her late 50s (the equivalent of a human 8-10 year old.).Gaeldrim was one of the many insignificant guards serving in the palace army, but Nymilir was a gem in her own right. She was an ambitious woman who quickly slept her way through the ranks toward the title of Magistrix.
Gaeldrim was content with the happiness that he found in his daughter and what few affections Nymilir bestowed upon them as the years past, but when the call to work outside of Quel'thalas came, he heeded it, both out of duty to his nation and to escape the pain that Nymilir's infidelity inflicted upon him.
With Sinfael's father gone, Nymilir sent Sinfael to live with their Farlight relatives, far beyond the Quel'thalas rune stones and deep into the Hinterlands. Far enough that she could mountain climb through society without the extra "baggage."
In leaving, Sinfael left behind a dear friend of hers--Xandanth Ansr'aral. In her absence, they wrote many letters back and forth, discussing Xandanth's activities as an apprentice to Magister Baelmus Vernyn and Sinfael's experiences on the agrarian lands of the Farlights with the constant incursions of Trolls.
Sometime in her late 60s (equivalent of a human 11 year old), Sinfael was out in the Hinterlands gathering herbs, paying little attention to the distance she had wandered. When she tried to make her way back home, she found that she was lost and that night was quickly closing in.
A small Troll war band from one of the nearby clans was headed back home and spotted Sinfael as she scampered away, frightened. One caught up with her, savagely beating her down until she no longer resisted, and took her captive.
It was a terrifying two-day walk, during which the Trolls jeered at her, refused her any food, and beat on her when the mood struck. On her third night with the Troll band, they were attacked by a flight of arrows. Oddly, the assault came from a Quel'dorei-Troll pair working together. The war band scattered, and through no small effort, Sinfael was freed.
The ranger elf went by the name of Theran Gale and his Troll friend called himself Azaka Opeyemi, or "Yemi" for short, but Sinfael refused to speak to or look upon him. The pair returned Sinfael to her home, and for the next few years, Theran often visited the Farlights to trade for goods (as he had always done, though this time, Sinfael noticed and went out of her way to ask about his latest adventures).
At age 71 (still about 11), Sinfael made a special request to Theran, asking if he would teach her how to fight, so that she could defend the Farlights when the Trolls attacked next. With permission from her guardians, Theran took her out to a secluded spot each month to learn not only the way of blades, but to learn to embrace Yemi and those Trolls who wished to see peace between the races. It was a difficult journey, but as a decade went by, she grew to be comfortable with them, so much so that when Yemi's first child was born (Sinfael was about 85; the equivalent of a 13-14 year old), they made a special trip out to the fringe of Revantusk Territory where she met the infant Azaka Murazzdi.
Years passed and Sinfael's training expanded not only to war tactics, but to the issues of peace and the importance of dignity and equality. At the tender age of 7, Yemi and Theran began bringing Murazzdi along on their trips to meet with Sinfael and to spar, learn about survival, and discuss the possibility of peace with any other Elves or Trolls willing to listen.(Sinfael was 92 at this time--the 15 year old human equivalent.)
Murazzdi grew so fast in comparison to Sinfael, and by the time he was 15, she was still 16 by any comparison with her 100th birthday soon approaching. As young as they were, they privately claimed to be in love, but they dared not breathe a word of it aloud to anyone, for fear of repercussions from their kin beyond those mediators who met in the groves to spar and converse each month.
When Sinfael's 100th birthday arrived, so did the rumors of alien invaders in Southern Azeroth. The Farlights whispered about strange bestial men with fiery eyes and green skin like the Trolls. And soon after, the rumors became news and Magistrix Nymilir called her daughter home to the safety of Quel'thalas.
Sinfael went reluctantly, but her friends from the Hinterlands promised to visit her in secret once each year, but as each of those years came and went, their travels through the war-torn human lands became more dangerous. In the breaks between their visits, she reunited with her childhood friend, Xandanth, but something about him had changed. He was older, reclusive, and though he was soon to graduate from his apprenticeship, he no longer discussed his work openly with Sinfael.
In her 120th year, the worst news came--Lordaeron had fallen and Prince Arthas Menethil had been consumed by a vile sickness; the Scourge began to spread, and the elves hedged up their borders, doing what they could to protect their threatened nation. But it wasn't enough. Yemi went as an emmissary of peace to other Troll nations, hoping to gain their support to beat back the undead invasion, but he was killed. Yet another symbol of the everlasting hostility between the races.
Theran, Murazzdi, and Murazzdi's cousin, Jazjandi, came to visit Sinfael on the verge of Arthas' march to Silvermoon, meaning to take her away with them to safety in the south. They sent a letter in advance, but when Xandanth came to visit Sinfael one evening, he saw the letter lying open on the table and in a pang of jealousy, he decided to meet the visitors first on their date of arrival.
On the night of her tryst, Sinfael went to their meeting place, determined to impress upon Murazzdi that she could not abandon her homeland to the Scourge and that she planned to stay and fight.
But when she arrived, she saw only one thing--Murazzdi sinking to his knees in the grips of agony as Xandanth, looking like the cruel and impartial purveyor of death, sucked away the essence of his soul with a simple spell. Having no weapons, Sinfael did what she could and shoved Murazzdi out of the way, only to find herself consumed by the very same hateful bolt. Her flesh felt like it was burning from the inside out, and her mind flooded with ancient memories as all of her joys and sorrows came to the surface, sucked away by the arcane knife tearing at her soul.
And then everything was dark. And the silence was loud.
When she woke up next, Sinfael found herself amongst the somewhere in the west section of Silvermoon, curled up on a bench near one of the many elegant fountains.
She made her way back home, and predictably, Nymilir was nowhere to be found. Days passed, and she tried to find Xandanth, but the Magisterial officers said they knew nothing. So she inquired about Magister Baelmus Vernyn. Nothing. She inquired about her mother--and they said that she left two weeks ago to search for her daughter, Sinfael.
Two weeks?
There was no news of Nymilir, and another week went by. And then it happened.
The high walls of Silvermoon thundered and fell as the stench of the undead army rolled into the city premises. Shrieks and musical sirens pounded everyone's ears as Elves fled from their homes, mothers ushering their squalling children to the north, and others grabbing their weapons and wands, though unprepared to face the doom that crept upon them.
The army came and went. And in their wake they left all but a handful alive. Corpses and pools of blood littered and stained every walkway and terrace. Curtains lay lopsided and shorn, flowerpots turned over and broken.
The trauma was still fresh, but somewhere, Sinfael heard the voice of a young child, wailing in grief, so she emerged from the dark shaft in which she hid for what seemed like an eternity, and gathered the survivors that she found.
With the help of the few that survived, they began stripping the city of the dead, burning them in massive pyres. Sinfael busied herself with the children that they found, but only days again later, more devastation came as their connection with the Sunwell was severed.
Everyone felt the sundering. And survival became harder.
Parts of herself that she did not know to exist began to wither, and as her addiction to magic became more apparent in the form of a constant dry hunger, so too did the children and the elderly begin to weaken. Many of the ones that Sinfael cared for passed away from arcane starvation.
The loss of Murazzdi, Xandanth, Nymiril, and the dozens of children she supported in the aftermath was a numbing experience, and in the years of reconstruction that followed, Sinfael dedicated herself to rebuilding Quel'thalas and to protecting what little remained.
She lost her desire to emotionally connect with others. Instead, she threw herself into her work, tilling fields and gardens or lending her skills to repel the remnant "rotters" in the Dead Scar.
She served in the war party that led the attack on and destroyed the traitor Dar'Khan, but with his fall, she felt empty. Arthas was far away in Northrend, too far to entertain notions of revenge. So she looked inward and saw the corruption of Silvermoon begin.
Prince Kael'thas' spokesmen promised the newly christened "Blood Elves" a promised land through the Dark Portal--a place where their addictions would be quenched and where they might flourish once again. Magister Rommath brought "proof" to Silvermoon in the form of several enormous Fel Crystals. They did indeed curb the deepest of insatiable hungers, but with their advent also came other changes. Twisted tendencies began to filter into society making men cruel and women bitter. But the most obvious of all these changes was that of the peculiar green glow that each of their eyes adopted and the grey hairs that began to sprout from the heads of the eldest of elves.
In response to the changes, some men whispered that the promised land was a lie and that the Fel Crystals were evil; that beyond the Dark Portal, all that existed was destruction.
So Sinfael searched for an answer, and she found it in the arms of the Netherbright Regiment, which turned out to be a small resistance group led by a bright young woman named Erelle Netherbright and her sister, Onika.
The Regiment was a motley collection of soldiers. Anyone who would listen was informed of their desire to save Silvermoon, and anyone willing to pledge allegiance to their organization was taught about their opposition to Prince Kael'thas.
Through them, Sinfael was given the opportunity to travel beyond the Dark Portal to see their claims first hand. The truth of it was shocking in one way, infuriating in another, but since that time, there has been no cause more important to her than that of the Regiment--to free her people from the false hope solicited by Silvermoon's governing powers.
Game Name (RP Name): Sinfael (Sinfael Vanmoriel)
Race (RP Race): Blood Elf (Blood Elf)
Class: 70 Rogue
Regiment Rank: General
Age: 127
Personality: Sinfael is bluntly honest and tough as nails, but extremely loyal and devoted to true justice and the people she cares for. To her, death is no small price for peace, so she does what she can to protect those around her. And for her, this means sacrificing any emotional attachments to others and voluntarily taking up the mantle of silence. Living alone so that she can focus on her work without feeling vulnerable.
But that feat is more difficult than she imagined.
Biography: As a child, Sinfael lived in Silvermoon with her father, Gaeldrim Vanmoriel, and mother, Nymilir Farlight, well until her late 50s (the equivalent of a human 8-10 year old.).Gaeldrim was one of the many insignificant guards serving in the palace army, but Nymilir was a gem in her own right. She was an ambitious woman who quickly slept her way through the ranks toward the title of Magistrix.
Gaeldrim was content with the happiness that he found in his daughter and what few affections Nymilir bestowed upon them as the years past, but when the call to work outside of Quel'thalas came, he heeded it, both out of duty to his nation and to escape the pain that Nymilir's infidelity inflicted upon him.
With Sinfael's father gone, Nymilir sent Sinfael to live with their Farlight relatives, far beyond the Quel'thalas rune stones and deep into the Hinterlands. Far enough that she could mountain climb through society without the extra "baggage."
In leaving, Sinfael left behind a dear friend of hers--Xandanth Ansr'aral. In her absence, they wrote many letters back and forth, discussing Xandanth's activities as an apprentice to Magister Baelmus Vernyn and Sinfael's experiences on the agrarian lands of the Farlights with the constant incursions of Trolls.
Sometime in her late 60s (equivalent of a human 11 year old), Sinfael was out in the Hinterlands gathering herbs, paying little attention to the distance she had wandered. When she tried to make her way back home, she found that she was lost and that night was quickly closing in.
A small Troll war band from one of the nearby clans was headed back home and spotted Sinfael as she scampered away, frightened. One caught up with her, savagely beating her down until she no longer resisted, and took her captive.
It was a terrifying two-day walk, during which the Trolls jeered at her, refused her any food, and beat on her when the mood struck. On her third night with the Troll band, they were attacked by a flight of arrows. Oddly, the assault came from a Quel'dorei-Troll pair working together. The war band scattered, and through no small effort, Sinfael was freed.
The ranger elf went by the name of Theran Gale and his Troll friend called himself Azaka Opeyemi, or "Yemi" for short, but Sinfael refused to speak to or look upon him. The pair returned Sinfael to her home, and for the next few years, Theran often visited the Farlights to trade for goods (as he had always done, though this time, Sinfael noticed and went out of her way to ask about his latest adventures).
At age 71 (still about 11), Sinfael made a special request to Theran, asking if he would teach her how to fight, so that she could defend the Farlights when the Trolls attacked next. With permission from her guardians, Theran took her out to a secluded spot each month to learn not only the way of blades, but to learn to embrace Yemi and those Trolls who wished to see peace between the races. It was a difficult journey, but as a decade went by, she grew to be comfortable with them, so much so that when Yemi's first child was born (Sinfael was about 85; the equivalent of a 13-14 year old), they made a special trip out to the fringe of Revantusk Territory where she met the infant Azaka Murazzdi.
Years passed and Sinfael's training expanded not only to war tactics, but to the issues of peace and the importance of dignity and equality. At the tender age of 7, Yemi and Theran began bringing Murazzdi along on their trips to meet with Sinfael and to spar, learn about survival, and discuss the possibility of peace with any other Elves or Trolls willing to listen.(Sinfael was 92 at this time--the 15 year old human equivalent.)
Murazzdi grew so fast in comparison to Sinfael, and by the time he was 15, she was still 16 by any comparison with her 100th birthday soon approaching. As young as they were, they privately claimed to be in love, but they dared not breathe a word of it aloud to anyone, for fear of repercussions from their kin beyond those mediators who met in the groves to spar and converse each month.
When Sinfael's 100th birthday arrived, so did the rumors of alien invaders in Southern Azeroth. The Farlights whispered about strange bestial men with fiery eyes and green skin like the Trolls. And soon after, the rumors became news and Magistrix Nymilir called her daughter home to the safety of Quel'thalas.
Sinfael went reluctantly, but her friends from the Hinterlands promised to visit her in secret once each year, but as each of those years came and went, their travels through the war-torn human lands became more dangerous. In the breaks between their visits, she reunited with her childhood friend, Xandanth, but something about him had changed. He was older, reclusive, and though he was soon to graduate from his apprenticeship, he no longer discussed his work openly with Sinfael.
In her 120th year, the worst news came--Lordaeron had fallen and Prince Arthas Menethil had been consumed by a vile sickness; the Scourge began to spread, and the elves hedged up their borders, doing what they could to protect their threatened nation. But it wasn't enough. Yemi went as an emmissary of peace to other Troll nations, hoping to gain their support to beat back the undead invasion, but he was killed. Yet another symbol of the everlasting hostility between the races.
Theran, Murazzdi, and Murazzdi's cousin, Jazjandi, came to visit Sinfael on the verge of Arthas' march to Silvermoon, meaning to take her away with them to safety in the south. They sent a letter in advance, but when Xandanth came to visit Sinfael one evening, he saw the letter lying open on the table and in a pang of jealousy, he decided to meet the visitors first on their date of arrival.
On the night of her tryst, Sinfael went to their meeting place, determined to impress upon Murazzdi that she could not abandon her homeland to the Scourge and that she planned to stay and fight.
But when she arrived, she saw only one thing--Murazzdi sinking to his knees in the grips of agony as Xandanth, looking like the cruel and impartial purveyor of death, sucked away the essence of his soul with a simple spell. Having no weapons, Sinfael did what she could and shoved Murazzdi out of the way, only to find herself consumed by the very same hateful bolt. Her flesh felt like it was burning from the inside out, and her mind flooded with ancient memories as all of her joys and sorrows came to the surface, sucked away by the arcane knife tearing at her soul.
And then everything was dark. And the silence was loud.
When she woke up next, Sinfael found herself amongst the somewhere in the west section of Silvermoon, curled up on a bench near one of the many elegant fountains.
She made her way back home, and predictably, Nymilir was nowhere to be found. Days passed, and she tried to find Xandanth, but the Magisterial officers said they knew nothing. So she inquired about Magister Baelmus Vernyn. Nothing. She inquired about her mother--and they said that she left two weeks ago to search for her daughter, Sinfael.
Two weeks?
There was no news of Nymilir, and another week went by. And then it happened.
The high walls of Silvermoon thundered and fell as the stench of the undead army rolled into the city premises. Shrieks and musical sirens pounded everyone's ears as Elves fled from their homes, mothers ushering their squalling children to the north, and others grabbing their weapons and wands, though unprepared to face the doom that crept upon them.
The army came and went. And in their wake they left all but a handful alive. Corpses and pools of blood littered and stained every walkway and terrace. Curtains lay lopsided and shorn, flowerpots turned over and broken.
The trauma was still fresh, but somewhere, Sinfael heard the voice of a young child, wailing in grief, so she emerged from the dark shaft in which she hid for what seemed like an eternity, and gathered the survivors that she found.
With the help of the few that survived, they began stripping the city of the dead, burning them in massive pyres. Sinfael busied herself with the children that they found, but only days again later, more devastation came as their connection with the Sunwell was severed.
Everyone felt the sundering. And survival became harder.
Parts of herself that she did not know to exist began to wither, and as her addiction to magic became more apparent in the form of a constant dry hunger, so too did the children and the elderly begin to weaken. Many of the ones that Sinfael cared for passed away from arcane starvation.
The loss of Murazzdi, Xandanth, Nymiril, and the dozens of children she supported in the aftermath was a numbing experience, and in the years of reconstruction that followed, Sinfael dedicated herself to rebuilding Quel'thalas and to protecting what little remained.
She lost her desire to emotionally connect with others. Instead, she threw herself into her work, tilling fields and gardens or lending her skills to repel the remnant "rotters" in the Dead Scar.
She served in the war party that led the attack on and destroyed the traitor Dar'Khan, but with his fall, she felt empty. Arthas was far away in Northrend, too far to entertain notions of revenge. So she looked inward and saw the corruption of Silvermoon begin.
Prince Kael'thas' spokesmen promised the newly christened "Blood Elves" a promised land through the Dark Portal--a place where their addictions would be quenched and where they might flourish once again. Magister Rommath brought "proof" to Silvermoon in the form of several enormous Fel Crystals. They did indeed curb the deepest of insatiable hungers, but with their advent also came other changes. Twisted tendencies began to filter into society making men cruel and women bitter. But the most obvious of all these changes was that of the peculiar green glow that each of their eyes adopted and the grey hairs that began to sprout from the heads of the eldest of elves.
In response to the changes, some men whispered that the promised land was a lie and that the Fel Crystals were evil; that beyond the Dark Portal, all that existed was destruction.
So Sinfael searched for an answer, and she found it in the arms of the Netherbright Regiment, which turned out to be a small resistance group led by a bright young woman named Erelle Netherbright and her sister, Onika.
The Regiment was a motley collection of soldiers. Anyone who would listen was informed of their desire to save Silvermoon, and anyone willing to pledge allegiance to their organization was taught about their opposition to Prince Kael'thas.
Through them, Sinfael was given the opportunity to travel beyond the Dark Portal to see their claims first hand. The truth of it was shocking in one way, infuriating in another, but since that time, there has been no cause more important to her than that of the Regiment--to free her people from the false hope solicited by Silvermoon's governing powers.