Gaytheil Sunstrike

Character Name: Gaytheil Sunstrike Nicknames: Theil, Gayth Race: Sin’dorei (Blood Elf) Age: 825 Birthplace: Quel’thalas Class: Shadow Priestess Title: Ambassador Professions: Tailoring, Mining Known Family: None

Physical Appearance:
Beneath Gaytheil’s hood her hair is as black as a moonless night, her eyes a dull jade green. Her skin is pale as the snow in Dragonblight. When she shows herself, out of Shadow Form and hood down, the contrast between her hair and skin is all too noticable. With this knowledge, she rarely shows herself. During times of war you will see war paint on her face, what part of it you can see.

She is slightly short in height for an average Elf, she keeps herself toned and healthy because she is constantly on the go. Beneath her robes that cover nearly every inch of her body, she hides scars from past battles, faded enough that you only see them when close up to her.

Upon her ears, two small gold hoops peirce the tip of her left ear, and one on her right.

Personality

Quiet and laidback, she hides herself in the shadows as much as possible, observing and taking in every inch of her surroundings.

History

Child Years

As a child, Gaytheil was always hiding around her home, listening in on her parents conversations with anyone that walked into the house. Both were Holy Priests and both her parents tried to teach her the ways of the Light, but in the end, she couldn’t grasp it. It was difficult for her to hold the light and help her fellow Elves. She spent most of her childhood in her room, avoiding the dissapproval of her parents as she failed terribly in the Art of Light.

Teenage Years

One day, while walking around she came across another Priest. A shadow aura surrounding his every inch. She noticed how everyone avoided him; scared, hatred, lack of undersatnding…. all of this filled the air when anyone walked by him. But he sat there, alone, reading his book and ignoring everyone that came by. She walked over and sat with him, strangly comfortable next to him. He looked over, allowing the shadow form to disperse from his body. His hair was pulled back in a pony tail, some of it falling around and framing his elegant face. His jade eyes stared at her, “You are comfortable?” He whispered, closing his book and placing it in his lap.

“I’d like to learn this shadow magick.” She whispered, keeping his gaze.

His name was Sevan Shadebreaker.

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Centuries past and she had learned all she could from him in the art of Shadow. Controlling and forcing the enemies mind into oblivious. And she did all this well. Her parents had long disowned her and she never looked back when she left them.

After the passing of Sevan, she set out to Outlands. She spent years, gaining acceptance by the new races that had shown, defending them against the Demons and beasts that would attack them. She found herself enjoying life as a Shadow Priestess, despite the fear and baffled looks she got from others. Eventually, Shadow Priests did show up more and more, but still were looked down upon. However, as some tried to be cruel or downright ignorant, she kept peace with her people and other factions, learning their languages (Alliance and Horde alike) and their ways and even incorporated some into herself.

Since then, she hide in the shadows, helping whomever needed it. With Deathwing’s passing, the world takes a well deserved rest, and she continues to keep peace with any one she comes across.