Ëris

Biography
Ëris was born in a little, isolated house on Zangar Ridge, Nagrand. Her mother, Falathirel Strifeleafe, was off healing the wounded of Hellfire. Her father, Bala'dan Strifeleafe, had recently passed away in the cold, ferocious lands of Winterspring not far before she was born. Her sister, Avamir Strifeleafe practically grew up right next to Ëris. The two practically raised each other, since their mother was always away and their other distance relatives scattered throughout Nagrand.

By the age of twelve, (to human comparison) it was clear Ëris was a child of bloodlust. Her other relatives were peaceful, naturistic beings. Seeing her grow to become a rather fierce warrior infuriated some, and saddened others. By the time she was only fourteen, (Again to human comparison) she was exiled from the Strifeleafe, along with her sister Avamir for standing up for her bloodkin.

She was hurt by this horrid undoing, which later exploded into rage. She was infuriated to see her only family shun her. She wanted revenge for this unecessary wrongdoing unto her, and she would do anything, even kill her sister. But, isntead of just killing Avamir off; which, at that point would be so easy for Ëris to accomplish, she warned her sister. Avamir was terrified; begging her sister not to kill the Strifeleafe. But, as hard headed as Ëris really was, she did not listen. She warned her sister to flee, for she would trek herself all the way from Firewing Post, Terokkar, to her childhood home in Zangar Ridge. Avamir did as she was told, and fled to the great sanctuary of Shattrath. She kept her mouth shut. Ëris followed through with her plan.

Ëris had done this before; she had whacked a man - Yvendraesh Tenjis' family to be exact - and another human family. It was all easy as pie for her, letting her show her true, violent colours.

Personality
Ëris is not a kind soul. She is very crude and offensive, with a short temper and a large, throbbing violent streak. She does not take much time to feel for others, making herself distant and angry whenever someone presses her to speak. She becomes even angrier when she doesn't think she needs to talk.

After being alive for over two thousand years, Ëris has done and seen much, and does not care to talk about what she has encountered. At all.

Appearance
She is, usually, how she appears. Tall, slender, standing at seven foot eight, with red-violet hair, (black streaks throughout, a hint of green in the bangs). She has three scars: one over each eye in the relative shape of her markings, and one over the bridge of her nose. She has four piercings on the right ear, and three on the last shred of left ear she has. (She had gotten in a violent, heated scuffle with her sister and lost most of it.) She has one purple nose bolt, and a piercing of a lion's head on her bottom lip.

Ëris normally wears her purple armour, occasionally slipping on a violet, silken robe. Nothing too special.

Recent History
Ëris has recently fought valiantly for a large band of archers, earning herself the Battlelord title.