Sithney

"You're afraid to move forward and let go. You're nothing but a coward!"

Description
Age: 19 (Common); 85 (Elven)

Sex: Female

Birthdate:

Build: Athletic

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 135 lbs.

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Green

Skin: Cream

Handedness: Ambidextrous

Lanky and thin, this female obviously does a lot of running. She's not 'pretty' by any means, in fact she looks young, childish, and full of herself. She walks with a taunting sway and seems to be looking at everything and nothing at once. However, with that cocky stride she trips over her own feet and runs into the things blindly.

On the right side of her neck is a tattoo in a circular design. She doesn't seem to wear anything particular or have any other markings. In fact, for someone who's usually in the midst of battle she doesn't have many scars...

Personality
Loud, obnoxious, Sith sometimes rubs people the wrong way. She means well, if only for herself, and does what she can for those in her 'favor'. Though shy around men she finds attractive, Sith isn't very coy around the opposite or her own gender. She tends to strut around as if she owns the place and wants to know everything about everyone, which usually ends in a lot of trouble.

Birth
Born in Eversong Woods, Sithney was never given the chance to really grow up. As soon as her mother recovered, the extended family moved onward to continue her father’s work. He was second in command for a mercenary group. Rhys was known for his silent approach toward people. He did little talking and always wore his mask in public, mainly because he was missing part of lower jaw. Her mother acted as his voice, wearing a cowl or mask over her eyes and staying at his side. The news of their daughter was…nothing special, to be honest. Though, she would tell you differently. The group traveled by boat to Kalimdor where they continued their work, allowing Sithney to grow up learning to explore the area available to her and how to hide from their ‘competition’. The girl developed a love for the outdoors and traveling, finding that people she met who lived in the cities they visited wanted to see the world. Well, she had the option and pitied most of them. “They looked so sad…why don’t they just leave?”

Lessons Learned
When Sithney was old enough in her father’s eyes, she was given a short sword to play with. She began mimicking her father’s movements with the weapon and he proudly took her under his wing to train as a rogue. When worked called him away, her mother would oversee her training with Rhys’s master, Adair. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for Sithney to discover there was something much deeper going on between her mother and Adair. Upon the return of her father, Adair had begun to claim Sithney as his own daughter and it seemed as if her mother was allowing it. Rhys raised his opinion about it and was suddenly challenged by the rest of the mercenary troupe. He left his wife and took his daughter with him, returning to Silvermoon. The girl was now considered a woman by common standards. She held herself highly as her father praised her of her work with swords. Though, he never taught her the rest of his trade.

Forced Growth
It was an unfortunate day that her father was found dead while running an ‘errand’. Was he killed by his ex-comrades? Sithney never knew the truth, but assumed as much. However, she held no grudge against anyone but Adair. Spoiled and suddenly alone, Sithney was still a child in her mind and was now left to take care of herself. As she set a path toward Kalimdor, she left herself open to be attacked by…something sharp. Her memory scattered, Sithney woke on the beach of the Ghostlands. She didn’t move for what seemed like hours before finally standing and carrying herself away. All she knew was her name due to it being carved into her throwing knives. A pain in her neck brought her the realization that she had a new tattoo. Since she could not remember where she would’ve gotten such a thing, she was led to believe she belonged to a troupe that carried the same mark…somewhere. Left with only what was in her hip-pack, she wandered to attempt to find the nearest town. Luckily, she was led further South where she met a ranger by the name of Xelatis. The man was acted shy, betraying the look his well-made armor gave; a strong looking man who was afraid of even this small girl. It became her goal to take the man as her friend and find where her mark had come from. Finding where she belonged, what a cliché. After Xelatis spoke to his younger brother, he chose to stay with Sithney and accompany her around the world. They then returned to Silvermoon, after she led them in a circle for almost an hour, stocking up on supplies and readying themselves. Sithney then met a man who called himself Kal, who she had eyed and began physically admiring. She was able to find him upon sneaking back to the city, and exchanged a few words with him.