Vesryn Arrath Synalon
Appearance
Vesryn stands at 6'3" though her demeanor tends to make her appear larger than life. She has a hard gaze that makes many question her heritage, especially when seen cavorting with Orcs. This female has bright red hair, with the traditional dreads and braids of her nomadic clan. While she is elven by heritage, she doesn't carry herself with the same grace or regal air as many other elves do. An athletic toned body, rarely seen outside of armor, scarred by the trials of travelling tribal life, stands almost always ready for attack or action. She bears a scar across the right side of her face, a badge of honor earned from her victory to a challenge issued to her. Her grin is just a bit off putting, having filed her teeth into thick points to give herself a more fearsome appearance, or to fit in better with her Orc counterparts.
Skills and Abilities
Vesryn bears the same fighting prowess as many other Orcs in her tribe. She is a fantastic hunter, and an even better blade master. She had to learn how to apply herself to forceful tactics, combining heavy, shield shattering attacks with the quicksilver agility of her elven race. She is a striker, and a harrier.
Craft- Armoring, leather-work, blacksmithing; While wonky and crude to begin with, Vesryn trained diligently to attain the prized ability to craft orc armor, a well kept secret of the family that took her in.
Craft- Armoring, leather-work, blacksmithing; While wonky and crude to begin with, Vesryn trained diligently to attain the prized ability to craft orc armor, a well kept secret of the family that took her in.
Personality
Vesryn is a curt elf. She bears no lingual qualities that would give her any tact or grace while speaking, but instead has mastered the Orcish art of speaking crudely, and after many years has become quite skilled at languages.
Vesryn enjoys the arts of war and hunting. She finds pleasure in providing meat for her people, and keeping the tribe protected.
Vesryn has very little mind for finer things, but finds pleasure in a well made blade or bow.
Pretty trinkets won't win this elf. A battle tested blade with grit and bone still hanging from the cross-hilt? Yeah more likely.
Vesryn enjoys the arts of war and hunting. She finds pleasure in providing meat for her people, and keeping the tribe protected.
Vesryn has very little mind for finer things, but finds pleasure in a well made blade or bow.
Pretty trinkets won't win this elf. A battle tested blade with grit and bone still hanging from the cross-hilt? Yeah more likely.
Biography & Lore
Born in the middle of a raid, the son of the Chief snagged the crying babe after a strike of mercy overtook him. Since then, he has raised the elfling female as his own. Taught her the way of the Orcs. Vesryn's childhood was not an easy one. Rife with hard lessons that ended in scars marring her body, lessons that made her into the Orc member she is today. While she knows she's not an Orc, she refuses to acknowledge her elven ancestry and insists on providing for her tribe.
Young adulthood was no walk in the park either. The Fall of her adoptive father, Narghal, caused her standing in the tribe to be...shaky at best. Without someone to sponsor her in the group, her voice became weak, soon falling upon deaf ears. The shunning was the worse part of the debacle. Without her father and without the safety of the tribe, Vesryn was forced to leave. To hunt for herself, provide for herself. Hire out her sword for coin. Soon, Arethil knew of Vesryn "Mad One", the mercenary.
After many jobs, and many years of carving out her own path among the world, Vesryn found herself with a homestead among the trees of the forest. Picturesque. Replete with game and fresh water. It was refreshing. A reprieve from the childhood that had molded her. It took several years, but she built the home up, attained books, language, knowledge. Vesryn taught herself the elven lores. Now seeking her heritage in the absence of the group she had been supported by in her formative years. It was not an easy path, but she tread it with her eyes as open as she could be.
Vesrn kept her body trained, still sticking to the tenets of her Orc past. She was up before the sun, training, building, hunting, tanning. Her hides sold for several gold pieces, rivaling the craft of orcish trade nearby.
Now? Vesryn visits the cities, looking for whatever Mercenary job she can find, looking for adventure to fill her days, or something new to kill, skin and eat.
Young adulthood was no walk in the park either. The Fall of her adoptive father, Narghal, caused her standing in the tribe to be...shaky at best. Without someone to sponsor her in the group, her voice became weak, soon falling upon deaf ears. The shunning was the worse part of the debacle. Without her father and without the safety of the tribe, Vesryn was forced to leave. To hunt for herself, provide for herself. Hire out her sword for coin. Soon, Arethil knew of Vesryn "Mad One", the mercenary.
After many jobs, and many years of carving out her own path among the world, Vesryn found herself with a homestead among the trees of the forest. Picturesque. Replete with game and fresh water. It was refreshing. A reprieve from the childhood that had molded her. It took several years, but she built the home up, attained books, language, knowledge. Vesryn taught herself the elven lores. Now seeking her heritage in the absence of the group she had been supported by in her formative years. It was not an easy path, but she tread it with her eyes as open as she could be.
Vesrn kept her body trained, still sticking to the tenets of her Orc past. She was up before the sun, training, building, hunting, tanning. Her hides sold for several gold pieces, rivaling the craft of orcish trade nearby.
Now? Vesryn visits the cities, looking for whatever Mercenary job she can find, looking for adventure to fill her days, or something new to kill, skin and eat.
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