[Xelanna]

Full Name: Xelanna Silverleaf
Nicknames: Xela, Anna, Sissy, Xellie, and XeXe
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: roughly 135
Race: Half Teirdal, half FeirDal
Gender: Female
Hair: Black
Skin: Blue
Eyes: blue
Height: Four feet, five inches
Weight: 100lbs

Place of residence: South Qeynos
Place of Birth: Freeport
Known Relatives: Moirah and Ardwinna are long since vanished. Lirianna, twin sister. (Deceased) Kynor, biological brother. Xannis, adopted brother. Raeshi K'Traal, cousin. Yunfei, adopted neice (Though she can not remember her rightly)

Religion/Philosophy: I am a follower of the Mother of All, Tunares hand shelters and guides me.

Occupation: Tunares Fury
Group/Guild affiliation: Vagabond Knights
Guild Rank: Knight
Enemies: Surprisingly, all of my enemies seemed to have passed on, and not of my doing.

Likes: Honesty, compassion, and forthrightness. Also, and not necessarily in this order, Men, good drink, good food, good company, exploring new places-especially in the wild places, hunting down savage creatures such as gnolls (an obsession given to her during the course of her betrayal from Freeport), sitting by a warm fire curled up with a good book.

Favorite Foods: Any type of vegetable, and chocolate!
Favorite Drinks: A good, stout beer or ale, the stouter the better!
Favorite Colors: Browns, greens, blues, the dominate colors of the wood and oceans.
Weapons of Choice: Mace
Dislikes: Deception, unnecessary violence, those who take without asking. Ignorance of the worsts sorts, gnolls, and has a near paralyzing fear of male ogres and the undead.
Hobbies: When not wandering the forests, she can be found drinking in local taverns, have good conversations, and most importantly, spending as much time as possible with those she cares deeply for.

Physical Features: Short, even for a mixed blood, usually she ends up looking up at the rest of the world. She is as curvy as her race tends to be, with a grace more like a wolf's than an elfs. (Indeed, she can frequently be found loping about the lands as a white wolf.) Her black hair is usually held in place with a series of sticks, with the occasional quill making its home there as well. There is always a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, her ice blue eyes warm and welcoming for anyone who would care to have a chat with her.

Special Abilities:A small smattering of telepathy gleaned from her twin sister, when her twin was murdered. Also, a deep, deep seeded rage that can have catastrophic consequences when awakened, though she knows nothing of this.
Positive Personality Traits: For the most part she is a happy, personable person. Shes a very good listener, though sometimes her advice isnt the best.
Negative Personality Traits: Has an extremely short fuse that she usually manages to keep a tight hold of and a short amount of patience in areas involving combat. Shes just as likely to be tossing out bolts of lightening as she is healing.
Misc. Quirks: At the moment, none.


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Theme Songs:

Thisss perssson is very close and special to me, more then i thought i knew, eager to follow me into dungeons, trouble, and jusssst about anything it isss good to have ssssomeone to ssshare burden with.she too one who fled freeport share a common past in that regard.it issss very comforting to have sssomeone clossse no matter what. she often fearsss of otherss judgementsss of her, which even i at times fear.but i hope ssshe knowsss that there isss sosssomeone out here among the broken landsss that does care and wont judge. ssshe has forever earned a solid foothold into my heart.

-tzarkus

I believe my sister met her first, and mentioned it to me when she came to the halls of Legacy. Though I no longer belong to that guild, she called me her sister, I appreciated the thought, it made me smile. There was a time when many teir called me such and I must admit I miss this.

Say what you want about the teir, they were unified, where others sqabbled on petty disputes. Though she turned from most of her race, I hope she does not loose that sense of working toward common goals.

It began, as so many things do, with an entreaty to visit a strange tavern of unknown repute. Never one to shy from alcoholic adventures, I boldly braved the bleak beyond in brazen search of brilliant beverages.

One could scarcely imagine my dismay to be immediately surrounded by what appeared to be a gathering of denizens of Freeport! A towering troll, a multitude of dark elves, and what seemed a veritable nest of scurrying ratonga, all surrounded me, surely full of pernicious intent. What perfidious trap had my intemperant intent to imbibe issued me to? Surely the perfidious company I had fallen into would swiftly visit all manner of maledictions upon me, and my manner quickly devolved to abject pusillanimity.

Xelanna, one of the teir'dal to whom my dismay was devoutly directed, quickly placed my abhorrence into abeyance. Despite my misapprehended misgivings, she's proved to be a truly delightful friend - charming and pulchritudinous, affable and adept in more pugnacious pursuits, a forthright and amicable friend.

It has become an honor and a privledge to know her, and I hope that I may one day offer some measure of recompense for her beneficence.

Zorgin sits down, eying this carefully. He smiles softly, almost sadly.

Xelanna, eh? Heh. Well, let me tell ya. I'd only be a fraction of the man I am before you had I not met 'er. I ain't much of a man ta begin with, so suffice it ta say I'm glad she and I met.

I remember the Tavern Night I met 'er at. Heh, took ta me awful quick. I didn't see it at first, because I'm a blockhead, but she really dug me I guess. Its a shame...

Well. anyway. That's...er. Solved now. **Blushes deeply.** Good ta see other people have been blessed with her acquaintance.

Xelanna is my aunt now. Even though she doesn't seem to remember me, I love her a lot. Sometimes she seems so sad. I hope that she will be happy again. I think she has a pretty smile.

And I hope she stays away from bookshelves!

Xel. Been a couple weeks since she up and disappeared into the ether without a trace.

Damn, I miss 'er. Her smile, her short, haughty laugh, the way she'd glare at me and smile at me the same time, the thwaps upside the head...

Come back, babe.