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    Tylanir

    Nicknames: Tyl, elf (he is among non-elves alot)

    Full Name: Tylanir Oaksong

    Parents: Veszaun Windsong and Trethissa Brightoak

    Age: 154 (around 20-25 equivalent for a human)

    Race: Blood Elf

    Gender: Male

    Class: Rogue/Bard

    Personality: Tylanir is an intelligent and quick-witted elf, but sometimes his overeager tongue gets him into trouble of all sorts, which is why he prefers to travel alone. Is is also creative and easily inspired by the smallest of things. Inspired either to write a song, a story, a myth or rumour, and uses his aptitude for the arts to produce such works. He is quiet most of the time, but interjects to speak at the worst times, rarely providing any useful help, taking favour to entertaining with song or tale. He is also a stalwart and trustworthy friend to those close to him, but to the rest he either treats with mocking but hateful respect, or general kindness and friendliness, though he would turn his back on them in a second if it was necessary.

    Fighting style: When confronted with combat, Tylanir will retreat a bit, throwing a knife or two. If that fails, he will leap at his target with knives drawn, and will use his blades to distract while he takes them down with some footwork, finishing them whilst they are on their knees. When he gets really mad, however, he will employ a strategy which involves a series of blind, but powerful slashes and cuts. When unarmed, He will stand ready to dodge, countering their attack with a fist to the armpit or jaw, then will proceed for a choke or some other form of incapacitating lock.

    Likes/Dislikes: Tylanir likes being alone with nature. The wind swaying the trees, the birdsong, the gurgle of flowing water, the scuffles of small animals in the underbrush, even the sheer breathtaking beauty he finds in snow covered peaks. This is why he loves to travel, all over the Eastern Kingdoms (and more recently Draenor) there is something to study, to write about. Tylanir also likes writing, both music and stories, and loves studying the flora and fauna of the land. He dislikes all places and things tainted with corruption, the Plaguelands, Death Knights, Warlocks, Demons and the Scourge just to name a few. He also hates goblins, and any kind of destruction of nature and its inhabitants. In this manner, he is more like his Kal'dorei brothers than the Sin'dorei. Moving on to more minor things, Tylanir greatly appreciates the feel of succulent, juicy, seared meat (preferably lynx steak) and cool, clear water running down his throat after a hard days work or travel. He also loves mornings, and the beauty it gives to the land, but ironically, also has an intense hate for not getting adequate sleep, which requires him to sleep him due to going to sleep extremely late. A bad habit he picked up during his lazy childhood years. He also takes great delight in proving others wrong, and shames them if they annoy him enough in their ignorant façades of knowledge or intelligence.

    Appearance: 6ft 3" with tanned skin and shoulder length light blonde hair that comes down to his chest at the front, and is tied back into a ponytail when fighting. Long tapered ears, 4" long eyebrows, glowing emerald eyes and a small soul patch adorn his average-looking elf face. He is quite skinny but muscular and fit, stronger than he appears, but as fast and lithe as his physique would make out. He usually wears a silk tunic and pants held together with a leather belt and boots. When travelling, which is often, he dons more comfortable, travel worn clothes, a long hooded cloak, a leather vest and gloves. He carries around two knives which are both a foot and a half long and crafted and decorated in a traditional Quel'dorei style. He also carries a 10" hidden blade in his boot and an assortment of throwing weapons among his leather attire. He prefers to wear black and gray and brown colours.

    Favourite quotes: 'Music is the best kind of magic'

    Bio: Tylanir was born 104 years after the War of the Three Hammers to a ranger named Trethissa Oaksong. He was raised with no father, for reasons unknown to him, and it wasnt until his 31st birthday when his mother was betrothed to an elf named Veszaun Windsong. While his mother went out for days or weeks at a time to tend to her duties as a ranger, his step-father stayed home and sorted out the affairs of the house, looking after Tylanir and teaching him music. Tylanir lead a relaxing, peaceful and lazy life within the wooded sanctuary of Quel'thalas, writing very basic songs and stories in his mind. Here he stayed, sleeping in late, partying with friends and enjoying the pleasures of life. When he was 42 years of age, his mother took him to train as a ranger. Here he learned how to use weapons, survive in the wilderness, fight unarmed, how to define and mill basic herbs, skin and cook animals and other such tasks. He excelled particularly in the stealth and tracking excersizes, and was one of the best game hunters out of the junior ranger corps. Strangely though, he never seemed to grasp the skills needed to wield a bow, which most elf children knew. He prefered to sneak up on his prey and use a shortblade to slit its throat from behind, and his amazing stealth and patience allowed him to do so.

    When he was aged 62, just a day before his graduation to an official junior ranger, where he would be placed under a senior from the Ranger Corps who would further his training teacher to student, he came home very late to discover his village in a complete uproar. Upon closer inspection, he saw that there was blood all over the ground, crude weapons, a troll corpse, houses trashed, and to his horror, elf corpses. He had asked what happened, and they told him that the nearby trolls had attacked. Mortified, Tylanir discovered his mothers bloody corpse right at the outskirts of the village. "this is where they first attacked... your mother was the first to come to the defense of our home.' said a nearby ranger. Tylanir fled to his house, unable to find his step-father. He looked through the rubble, to find a body caked in blood. His father lay there, a blade lying uselessly at his side. He was no fighter, he stood no chance. His last action was to wordlessly hand Tylanir his lute as his final breath left him. He cried over his fathers corpse, wept tears of sorrow for his dead parents. After several hours of quiet mourning, an elf maid came in and guided him to a still intact house, where he slept for a 18 hours. When he awoke, he remembered. He was torn between two decisions, to fulfil his mothers wishes and become a ranger, or weave his sorrow into song and story for all to hear. He picked his mothers path, and filled with rage, he lept out of his bed and went outside to find a large group of elves preparing for combat. He insisted on acompaning them, despite only being a young teenager, and they allowed it due to his tragedy. They followed the trolls tracks to a hidden village, and entered. Using his mothers dual blades, he was the first to charge head on into the village of trolls. They put up a furious defense, and, though they killed many more elves, the trolls were decimated. The only thing left of them was a few bloody green chunks of flesh and indistinguishable red masses.

    His ranger graduation was postoned for a week later, but due to an injury he sustained during the troll village raid, he had to take his initiation test again. To his utmost horror, however, he failed. Regretfully, the Rangers denied him from their ranks, but Tylanir fought for a place, and they agreed to let him take another test a month later. He trained so hard, but again, he failed. Bitterly, he realised that the path of the ranger was not for him, and he went home that night for the first time since the troll raid only to discover his fathers lute. Enraged at his failure to follow his mothers dream for him, he took the few possessions he had, the lute, a large empty journal and an enchanted everlasting pen, and fled.

    Tylanir fled to the town of Darrowshire, intending to stay there a few nights whilst he thought out a plan. He finally arrived after a week, and upon arrival, he realised that he already had his plan. Unconciously, he had already though out a melody and beat in his head, thinking of the events that had lead to this. He then decided that he would travel, telling his story in form of song, taking on new adventures through his travels, and translate those into lays and ballads made to entertain and instruct. This was when he noticed that the only supplies he took from home had barely lasted him a week, and he had no money. He decided to do work in the village, small things for the townsfolk. Eventually he ended up working at the inn, cleaning. He spent the next three months here, fine tuning his song. A week into his job and he heard of a festival held within the town. It was a music and entertainment festival, and all the villagers would bring something to share. It was set before the day he got enough money for adequate supplies. He had watched his father play the lute for a long time, and was even taught the basics. The lute itself was made from finest maple wood and the strings were made from the lining of a sheep's gut. It was all polished and adorned with engravings of vines and birds. He practiced his song, and it came to the festival. The whole village was there, and it was full of drink, food, laughter, song and dance. When it came to his turn to perform, he sat nervously on a stool. There he began to play, and oh, what a beautiful sound it was. He began to recount his story in a singsong voice, and though the villagers could not understand it (as it was sung in elvish) they were entranced by the fluid sound of his voice, the intricate riffs he played and the expression on his face, pure, radiant joy but with a hint of sorrow in his eyes. A single tear ran down his face as he played the final note, and he realized, this was his calling. His performance was met with tumultuous applause, and he was both thanked and congratulated. The next day, he disappeared. The village was shocked and sad to see him go, but he had his own path to follow. He traveled around Lordaeron, going on adventures, studying nature, and singing stories. For 78 years he did this, and had become a great bard, and quite famous within some villages

    Tylanir met a great host of Night Elves and mountain giants one day in Silverpine Forest. He requested to join the elves in whatever quest they were on, knowing it would make a great story. Night Elves, here! He had always wanted to meet them, thinking that he was more similar to the Kal'dorei than the Sin'dorei. He met a druidess called Selyn Shadowstorm, and though she was over nine thousand years old, she looked younger than he. During their skirmishes against the Naga and Scourge, Selyn and Tylanir became good friends. After Illidan was unsuccessful using the Eye of Sargeras, Tylanir traveled with his new friend Selyn across the northern continent, until they departed each other at the human down at Darrowshire. They rarely see one another now, but they keep their friendship strong through missives carried either by spell or birds where magical means were unavailable. Soon after Selyn left, Tylanir went to Stratholme and stayed there for a few months. After this time, he was about to leave to visit Darrowshire again. Just as he left, he saw four strangely armoured humans and, he couldn't believe it, a horned bear running in from the east. Their armour was extremely strange, one wore great black plate with skulls, and he appeared to have blue eyes. Two other wore strange leather, engraved with runes, one had a bow. The last was a female in cloth robes which glowed gold. They were nothing like he had ever seen, but he disregarded it, until he heard great screams from behind him. He turned, to see a great host of armoured alliance soldiers led by non other than prince Arthas at the gates. He was talking to Uther the Lightbringer and lady Jaina Proudmoore. Whatever was happening here, it was worth a look at, it might make a great story. As he neared however, the four strangely armoured people and the bear entered the city with Arthas and a few soldiers, and he could hear the sickening crunch of hammer crushing bone, sword against flesh, and an unnatural scream, as if someone was being burnt alive. It was then a soldier looked at him, and, on his horse, pursued Tylanir. He instantly knew that he did not want to be here, and with his superb stealth and speed, he evaded the horse and set off to Darrowshire.

    It was not the village he once knew, they had become a scared town. The men were all armed, grizzled and hollow eyed. Women and children all stayed inside, and he was told about a darkness that had terrorized the country in the past few weeks. He was told of armies of undead, skeletons, zombies, and Nerubians, from the villagers description. They had fended off attack by themselves, and they told Tylanir to flee south, as they were heading north. North was Quel'thalas, his beautiful home. He rode hard and swift, determined to make it there before this 'Scourge' did. He arrived, and all was well. His people had ignored the doings of the outside world, and perceived the scourge threat as minimal and within the humans power to manage. Tylanir stayed here for a few years, attempting to rebuild relationships that he broke off so suddenly. He decided to stay because he realized that he needed a rest from traveling, and here was the safest place to do so. He forgot about the Scourge, until one day they were battering at their kingdoms entrance, setting fire to forest and putting elf to the sword. He rushed to the defense of his land, fighting alongside the Ranger Corps and Sylvanas Windrunner. It was futile, and Tylanir watched as his home was slowly overrun by mindless minions of the one they called 'the Lich King'. He could not believe his eyes when he saw Arthas, prince Arthas of Lordaeron, slaughter his king, Anasterian. He survived the fall of Quel'thalas, and though he was tempted to follow Kael'thas to serve the Alliance, he thought it best to stay and help his people rebuild their home.

    Due to the lack of rangers after the Scourge's assault, Tylanir was asked to join the Ranger Corps once again as a captain, but he rejected the offer, preferring to patrol the border of Eversong Woods with a small ever-changing party of like-minded survivors, putting out Scourge threats, sometimes even venturing into the Ghostlands. When the Forsaken made contact with the Sin'dorei, Tylanir traveled to Tranquillien and with his brethren (both dead and alive)he was a high ranking scout and assassin, taking out scourge minor leaders, whose assassination was ordered by the Convocation of Silvermoon, the ones who gave Tylanir his missions. He was part of the force that assaulted Deatholme and put an end to their leader, Dar'khan. After this, his ever growing thirst for arcane power was taking it's toll. He gave in and was consuming fel-shards weekly, courtesy of Lor'themar Theron, who had brought these back from Outland and taught the Blood Elves how to create them from the original. During this process his eyes turned green, like almost all of his race, and he accepted that he was now a 'Blood Elf'. He stayed in his new home at Fairbreeze village for a year until a high ranking Dalaran mage who had come to Eversong Woods as soon as he heard news of his homelands corruption, had gained counsel with the six (now five after Kael left) to secure a place for their new allies, the Horde, into Dalaran. His name was Aethas Sunreaver, and he required a small cohort of ambassadors. Tylanir and several others were selected by Aethas to join him. Eager to travel again, Tylanir accepted, becoming Aethas' top informant with the goings on within the Underbelly. He became a Sunreaver Agent, and was stationed in Dalaran up until the assault on Icecrown Citadel, which he took part in as a member of Orgrim's Hammer, fighting in the upper citadel and beyond. After this, he set off again, quitting his job and traveling the world, writing song and story, entertaining and also (with his new combat skills) fighting back demon and Scourge wherever it remained.
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    I like the idea, however, I cannot criticize it until we get the bio
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    Should be done tonight/tomorrow

    ---------- Post added 2010-06-27 at 11:37 PM ----------

    Added first part of bio, more tomorrow

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    Very nice so far. One of the best I've seen here on MMO-C!
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    Only thing ill say is split up the wall of text into paragraphs, makes it easier to read. Other than that fantastic job so far... MOAR!

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    Quote Originally Posted by mosher94 View Post
    Very nice so far. One of the best I've seen here on MMO-C!
    It's good, but not the best

    No offence of course.
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    Added part 2 of the bio up to the fall of Quel'thalas

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    Wonderful. Sorry I don't have time to fully analyze it, I am having a heated debate with this Youtube user: http://www.youtube.com/user/lordgracie
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    Finished. Please critique.

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    I liked it, does he sometimes just spring into song?

    @garots what is the deal with you having debates with/on youtube?
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    Quietly to himself unless hes performing

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    Quote Originally Posted by Tylanir View Post
    Quietly to himself unless hes performing
    Aw I thought it would be funny to do it in crp.

    Anyways showing us a small ballet would be nice to see how you do them, I am just a bit interested.
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    he can be a comedy RP character too I guess, good idea .

    Im gonna have to make up pretty songs... dammit.

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    I've added the link to this thread into my signature, but its not appearing on my posts. I go into 'settings' and 'edit signature' and it's there in the Signature preview...

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    Nevermind lol... triple post. Turns out it only appears on posts that I submit AFTER the signature change.

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    Here for a quad post, just wanting a mod to look through this and give me a heads up weather I'm heading in the right direction to become an RPer. I apologize for anything wrong I have done in your eyes and hope we can leave it behind. Again, moderators please critique.

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    [QUOTE] Selyn traveled with her new friend Tylanir across the northern continent /QUOTE] Should probably switch that around but it's good.

    [QUOTE] and though she was over nine thousand years old /QUOTE] I seriously Lol'd when I read this part.
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    that was completely unintentional rofl

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    Hahaha yeah, so that should help with both our characters' stories exponentially.

    Im off to bed. Peace.
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    An excellent bio, though I may have a couple things to say 'bout it.

    The part where he graduates at around 60 to become a ranger in full somewhat bothers me, especially considering you said yourself that he was a teenager. Elves become adults at 110 years of age. If they start training in their teens, I would think that this age would be when they lose their apprenticeship and become journeymen of their proffession, whether it be spellcasting, being a ranger, a paladin, priest of the sunwell, or any crafter's or gatherers' proffession.

    On the other hand, it's always very nice to see someone connect a character with another, and you did that splendidly. All in all, a good job...

    though you may wanna update the part about the age haha (It's the second paragraph in your bio, if you wanted a specific reference)

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    There, I made it so hes not actually in the ranger corps before 62, and 62 is the age where he is officially inducted as an apprentice

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    So whats the deal with admittance to the roleplaying forums, do I have to do some kind of trial RP or am I just straight in?

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