Harlynnquin

= Appearance = Short, bird-boned and extremely thin, Harlynnquin calls to mind a small, frail doll. Her frame may be considered tiny, with slight hips and minimal feminine endowments. While it is obvious Harlynn prefers little interaction with the sun, she is not quite pallid. She possesses delicate features and is rather uncommonly pretty; though her looks are slightly marred by the dark rings beneath her eyes. Her eyes are bright, faded green- foam on the sea, as opposed to the brilliant, deep fel-tinge of many of her kin. These are framed with long lashes of the same white-blonde as her hair, which falls straight to her shoulders. Harlynn's neutral expression is a vague smirk; this coupled with a peculiar glimmer in her eye makes her appear both smug and aloof. She keeps a pair of glittering silver and gold hoops toward the tip of either ear, and a sliver of white, carved bone in her left eyebrow. Recently she has taken to wearing a primitively adorned leather pouch about her neck. Despite her stature (a rather unimpressive five foot three), Harlynn carries herself with an evident pride- one which may border arrogance. Her voice seems more suited to a child or young woman than one grown. Generally she is very well-groomed and clean, with a face free of cosmetics. About her lingers an odd mixture copper and herbal scents.

= Personality = Harlynn is spoiled, stubborn, and self-serving. She does for herself, often disregarding what it costs and for whom it costs. Yet she is a fickle women, just as inclined to offer a stranger aid as she is to use them to practice her craft. She is nosey, sarcastic, vaguely bitter and often comes off as aloof and possibly pompous. When friendly- she is still nosey, sarcastic and vaguely bitter but is awfully chatty. If one can overlook the more capricious aspects of her nature and ingratiate themselves into her good graces, they will find an awkwardly affectionate woman with an insatiable desire for attention; namely theirs. Her loyalties are hard won and even harder swayed. She is almost ludicrously sensitive to the opinions and words of those she counts as friends; as such she is capable of unspeakably vicious acts upon their betrayal. She is fond of violence and blood sport; as a spectator. Being physically weak Harlynn doesn't care to bother with most physical activities.

= History =

Early Life
The Sol'Aordan were a large though not exceptionally noteworthy (upper middle class) house of Quel'dorei with a great affinity for the arcane. They served the house of Sunstrider and the kingdom itself mainly through the practice or study of magecraft. Harlynn was the eldest of a family of five, with four younger brothers. Her youth is largely spent enjoying the finer aspects of Silvermoon and Quel'thalas with a passel of close kin. She has a great love for her father, a priest who often travels to aid the armies of Quel'thalas. Her admiration for him leads her to attempt to pursue a path of the Light herself. To her great disappointment, she possesses no such gifts. One of her eldest cousins, Lohralynn, begins to instruct her in the ways of magecraft instead. Harlynn finds she possesses her mothers affinity for the arcane. She also develops a great love and admiration for her cousin. When Lor leaves Quel'thalas to again study in Dalaran, Harlynn follows.

Dalaran
For nearly a hundred years, Harlynn divides her life and attention between the mages city and the Quel'dorei capital. As the years pass, she spends less time in the lands of her birth and more in the human kingdoms. During this period, her father passes at the venerable age of 485. Her time in Dalaran is largely wasted. While she frequents the libraries, she ceases studying practical applications of the arcane, opting instead for creature comforts and parlor tricks. She discovers an interest in humankind which borders obsession and takes several human lovers. They are all handsome and gifted men, and most of the affairs are brief and entirely pleasant. One such is a mage named Zeyrfial Sokolovitch, and it is he Harlynn comes to marry. Not all of her family (or his) is exceptionally pleased with the arrangement, but the couple shrug off any protest. They make a home in Dalaran, and it is there Harlynn quite blissfully remains until Arthas and his army of Scourge invade Silvermoon.

Fall of the Sunwell
Though her loyalties to the Alliance are tested in the Second War, she remains in Dalaran with her husband. Her closest brother in age, Jophel, is reported lost in some skirmish she does not bother learning the details of. He is the brother dearest to her, and word of his death devastates her. She isolates herself from the world beyond Dalaran, ignoring global affairs entirely. When the last Sunstrider Prince leaves for Quel'thalas, she returns as well, spurred by fear for her kin. These fears are thoroughly realized. Her family estate is reduced to rubble and ash, only her mother and youngest brother remaining. Her other brothers, Aramore and Perciavellus, fell in defense of the city. They've no word of the various cousins and other relations of the Sol'Aordan house. When the Sunwell is destroyed, she and her surviving kin are among the first to fall ill. Takerain succumbs entirely, and the violent Wretched is rapidly slain. Harlynn's mother follows quickly after her son, ending her own life. Harlynn once again isolates herself, hiding within the ruins of the family estate. She drinks the stores of liquor that somehow survive the onslaught of Scourge and writes several letters to her husband, who remains in Dalaran. Relations with the Alliance steadily crumble. When Dalaran too falls, when she loses contact with her husband, Harlynn is forced from seclusion. She stumbles into her ruined birthplace simply to satisfy her loneliness. Though inside the city, she pays its business and indeed, her own tenuous political standing little if no mind. She grows thinner and sicker in the absence of the Sunwell's energies. When Rommath returns to Silvermoon he and his fellows rebuild a portion of the city nearly overnight. What's more, he offers absolution. Harlynn takes his cure and his promises without so much as a second thought, pledging herself fully to the path of the Sin'dorei. Zeyr's letters find her shortly after, and the two share a brief correspondence. When he learns of his wifes actions and allegiances, the human mage leaves her. Driven by terror from the uncertain and lonely turn her life has taken and the burning betrayal of both the Alliance and the man she called husband; Harlynn forsakes her old life entirely. Any fondness she held for any Alliance race is shifted to seething hatred. She lays down the mages the mantle and begins training in the fel arts; supposedly to better understand the new energies which sustain her. But more often than not she pursues the bottom of a jug of bourbon instead. She takes from the fel-crystals often, and drinks of them deeply. This continues for nearly five years.

As a Warlock
It is a long road to sobriety. She has but one goal in life, vengeance on those who so wronged her, but only occasionally is she sober enough to recall it. On one such occasion, she finds a reason that truly motivates her. In a chance encounter on the Dead Scar, she realizes the unconfirmed deaths of many of her kin offers some vague hope of their survival. These slim odds draw her back into Sin'dorei society, and indeed back into the world. She had half-heartedly pursued knowledge in the fel arts in the years following the Sunwells fall. She utterly despises fel, and perpetually feels unclean thanks to her dependence on its energies. Her studies do not help dispel her revulsion; it in fact only intensifies. As Harlynn is driven farther from Silvermoon in search of kin and coin, she becomes more entangled in warlock practices. Her instructors, as well as the art itself, require more and more of her as she seeks to progress. As she rises to these various challenges, her reservations toward the craft grow as well. When the warlocks of Undercity call for her, she is faced with a decision. They offer to aid her in summoning a succubus. When she learns of the catalysts for the ritual, her resolve waivers. She completes the task. There is regret, remorse, and shame for it. She buries these feelings as well as any further reservations toward her training. Instead, she fully embraces the desire to inflict unimaginable anguish upon those who betrayed her, and begins to nurture the more vicious aspects of her nature.

With the Horde
Harlynn forms more solid personal attachements, and slowly she sobers. And when she sobers she discovers the world has changed. The Sin'dorei have shunned the Alliance and taken up with the Horde- a mesh of races she finds savage at best. Despite this, she forges a close friendship with an orc warlock. As she grows in strength and sees more of Azeroth, she develops an almost grudging respect for the Horde. She finds Silvermoon and most of its denizens less and less appealing each time she returns. In Stranglethorn Vale, she develops an avid interest in troll religious practices and their offensive magics; namely voodoo and hexes. She pursues this interest so much as she can, but finds trolls to be rather close lipped concerning that particular aspect of their culture. Eventually, Harlynn comes to the conclusion that any lingering prejudices toward the other Horde races will not serve her well. Rather than sneer at their cultures, she begins to study them. She decides she can no longer tolerate tapping Silvermoons fel crystals. While she admires the strength of the energy as a tool, she simply cannot stand the feel of its taint. Her decision to forgo this "cure" is not without consequences. She falls into the same illness that plagued her with the Sunwells fall. Gradually she loses the ability to hold down food, develops insomnia, and suffers frequent headaches.

Current Actions
Now a master of alchemy with a specialization in elixirs and flasks, Harlynn has devoted nearly all of her time to ingratiating herself with certain factions in the Outlands. What time she has reserved for herself is generally spent with members of the Sacred Hunt. She has also come to regard a rogue by the name of Darexi as a brother, who she shares a home with in Quel'thalas. He has been formally inducted into her house. Her dependency on the arcane is rapidly becoming harder to manage; demanding she take more and more frequently.

= Idiosyncrasies =


 * Harlynn is followed by a siamese cat. Most of the time, she pretends not to notice the creature and does very little to care for it. If asked, she'll claim it's not hers at all.
 * Though she frequently uses the Light as an oath, she has no faith to speak of.
 * She has a rather curious obsession with paladins and plate. This extends to humans, though she rather vehemently denies it.
 * Harlynn collects bones, and often uses them to store potions, herbs, and cooking spices.