Daveorn Whitebough (please delete)

Daveorn Whitebough is a Sin'dorei adventurer, mercenary and writer. He is notable within the community mostly for being one of the chief consumers in Silvermoon City's bloodthistle trade, likely single-handedly responsible for the increase in personal wealth of any number of dealers and growers within the city.

Appearance
A slight man, Dav is neither particularly tall nor particularly muscular, his frame thin to the point of seeming almost frail. While unquestionably fair of face - a typical sin'dorei male, his features sharp, uncommonly beautiful and just this side of feminine - he is worryingly slender. It sits comparatively well on him, highlighting fine, aristocratic bone structure, a sharp jawline, and high cheekbones; however, it also gives him a distinctly gaunt, somewhat unhealthy appearance. Standing approximately 5'10" and weighing only a little over seven stone, the elf is narrow of shoulder, long and graceful of limb, and exceedingly trim of waist, a set of qualities emphasised rather than masked by the finely-tailored clothing he favours. He seems to have an unending supply of wide black trousers and loose white dress shirts as he is seen in little else, usually pairing these pieces with a tightly-buttoned black waistcoat.

His strictly monochromatic wardrobe aside, the rest of the man’s colouring is just as high-contrast, though with more colour involved. His rather eye-smartingly bright hair is yellowish-orange at the front, shading to a deeper red-orange near the back. Cut short and neatly slicked back against his skull, it's quite understated compared to some of the more elaborate hairstyles sported by the various races - at least, apart from the unnatural colour. On the other end of the saturation spectrum, his skin is nearly as colourless as his shirts. It's hard to tell if this is natural or a by-product of his addiction.

When he isn't aware of being observed, there is typically a drawn, preoccupied quality to his expression, as of one deep in slightly unhappy thought.

Eye Injury
Though in actuality both of Dav's eyes are the same shade of pale blueish-green behind their fel glow, the left is often seen as being much darker. This is untrue, the apparent change in colour actually being caused by the left pupil remaining almost fully dilated at all times. This is the end result of a duel gone wrong, resulting in a near-catastrophic injury to the muscles of the iris. After receiving healing, he can still see out of the eye with few ill-effects; the damage seems now to be mostly cosmetic in nature. It is sometimes hard to see the mismatched effect in low light due to the way that elven eyes glow, but it is extremely apparent in bright lighting.

Personality
It's difficult to accurately summarise the elven man's personality because it depends on a great many external factors; he has very little internal consistency since the onset of his addiction. He is amiable in general, preferring the company of others to being alone, and though he is somewhat reticent about starting conversations he is friendly, talkative, animated and (mostly) attentive when approached. He is generally also rather flirtatious towards anyone he finds appealing, and sometimes even unconsciously towards people he doesn't. His sense of humour is quirky at best and downright strange at worst. Despite being, to an extent, naturally charming and willing to talk to anyone, he is easy to distract and easy to baffle, often drifting into tangents or just drifting off entirely when a conversation veers into territory he finds uncomfortable or uninteresting. He has very little patience for politics or theology, though philosophical topics will occasionally pique his interest.

Daveorn is extremely bright and well-read, a fact which often surprises those only familiar with him within the context of the tavern scene or the alleys of Murder Row. He is knowledgeable on a number of topics, though current events tend to escape him.

Occasionally Dav becomes somewhat closed-off, generally when someone brings up a topic he'd rather not discuss or when he is feeling particularly vulnerable or paranoid. At these times he can seem aloof and somewhat alien, and often appears to be lost in deep, unhappy thought. He also suffers from a number of bloodthistle-related paranoid delusions and may occasionally perceive people as criticising him or threatening him when no such thing has occurred.

Magical Addiction and Bloodthistle Use
His addiction to bloodthistle was essentially formed in response to his addiction to magic, which the rogue found distasteful and inconvenient -- not being a magic-user, he had no overweaning desire to gain magical power and so had no internal motives for siphoning magic beyond sating a physiological drive. As something of an experiment, he began to avoid taking in mana, which turned out to be a painful and debilitating thing to do. Becoming lethargic, depressed and in a good deal of pain, Dav turned to using bloodthistle in an attempt to dull the pain, and to feel more awake during the times when he was self-restricted from draining mana.

What started as a small, social habit - partaking at gatherings similar to those held by Lord Saltheril - slowly began to spiral out of control some time shortly before the death of his wife, which only worsened the problem.

He no longer sleeps or eats much, which has contributed heavily to his massive weight-loss.

As of the present day he is barely classed as being addicted to magic, as he has almost entirely displaced this with his addiction to bloodthistle.

Name
Must, under no circumstances, be referred to as "Dave". His given name is pronounced dæv-i-orn '(DAV-ee-orn), though he has been haunted by people reading his name off of papers as DAVE-orn for most of his mercenary career. The Forsaken appear to enjoy this joke especially, and in at least one cadre of mercenaries he has garnered the rather descriptive nickname Thin White Dave.

The Broken Necklace
Dav wears a thin, delicately-wrought silver chain about his neck at all times. The chain is short enough that the bent metal loop it bears sits just below the hollow of his throat; by the small size and overall delicacy of the piece, it seems to have either been originally meant to be worn by a child or a woman. The metal loop looks as though it may have borne a charm or icon at one time.

Books
Daveorn is a reader and lover of books of all kinds - fiction, non-fiction, histories, biographies, the lot. What he doesn't often advertise is that he dabbles in writing himself, having anonymously penned a book of short stories and one play. He has published neither of these and is not known to have shown them to any living person; any details on their quality or subject matter are unknown.