Iraynia Starflare

The Basics ––– –

Race:Sin'dorei

Gender: Female)

Sexuality: Hetero

Marital Status: Single.

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Chi-filled

Height: 5'6"

Build: Athletic

Common Accessories: Her Mask, Satchel, Book on her side.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Feild medic 'Mender', Strategist, Translator

Hobbies: Reading and writing, Chess, People watching. Studying

Residence: Flat in Silvermoon.

Birthplace: Quel'thalos

Religion: None

Fears: People finding the caged feelings she has stowed away and harming them again, losing her way, not being useful.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Nope.

Children: None

Parents: Lord Grendal, Lady Darniece Starflair

Siblings: Kitara, May'tin Starflair(sisters) Renylon, Becket Starflair(brothers)

Other Relatives: Zenis Starflair(Another Black Sheep)

Pets: None, she doesn't like pets. 

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader Loner / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between Realistic / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Not really.

Drugs: None

Alcohol: Will drink what is offered.

Appearance: She carries herself with quiet grace, posture upright yet never rigid, her expression composed even in the midst of chaos. Her eyes steady–cool, watchful, always measuring the field like pieces on a chessboard. Every motion, from the way she adjusts her garbs to the way her feet shift against the ground. Her attire reflects her nature: Clean, flowing mists and well-kept leathers tightly against her skin for easy and flowable movement for when battle calls.

Personality; Calm,cool, and collected, she speaks rarely but with purpose. Words, like her actions, are chosen with care, and silence is often her most powerful tool. She thinks several steps ahead of any situation, assessing risks and outcomes with a mind as sharp as a chess player. Though her heart is inclined toward healing and protection, she never hides from the realities of battle. If pressed, she fights with the same calculated precision she uses to mend wounds; never rash, never wasteful, each strike purposeful.

Philosophy: Life is a series of moves on a board. Weighing each choice like a player considering their Queen; Sacrifices may be necessary, but only if they lead to a greater victory. Her healing is not simply about mending wounds, but about ensuring her allies survive to make the next move. She does not heal blindly; She heals with intention, conversing strength for when it matters most.

Stepping outside with the somewhat taller warrior at her side, though the woman was being dragged around, Zara'leraz had apparently found some ungodly flyer to watch some play, and Iraynia was being dragged along for this ride; Not very willingly mind you, smacks to the womans gloves, to her side, never uttering a word in protest, it would be useless regardless.

When they came upon the crowed, luckily it was small at first, though as she was forced to sit down, in this womans lap so she could keep her talons wrapped even if they weren't showing, the crimson eyes watching the sheet that was hung to hide the performers behind, the masked mender looked ahead, she might as well watch, she was there after all. With all the placement, making sure people had sat in the proper areas a few foxes sat next to them, brave-she thought. Though not everyone could know. Zera'Lerza hid herself at least somewhat well.

Though as the performance had went on, the mender watched analyzing the words and movements; breaking things down deeper than someone who was watching should, she couldn't help this habit of hers, somewhat listening to the gasps and chuckles from the woman who held her captive, her line of vision went over the crowed from what she could see at least, even spotting someone with golden tattoos, fascinated somewhat at this, the man was plain dressed, standing off to the side of other people-perhaps he liked to be alone like she does.

Returning her gaze, watching the play-play out she leaned back onto the warrior quickly finding herself having to push a hand full of dried venison away. "Zara, not now" Oh god that meat, it was always in Zara'leraz's pockets, pack, you name it this woman had a feast somewhere on her person, for mist's sake she would be able to feed the whole camp if she actually shared.

As an orc fought a dragon the warrior growled softly gripping the menders sides somewhat roughly, wincing she kept still, knowing she will ease here in a few moments, 'hopefully, oh please let go.' The ease soon came, the mender could get her breath from that grip, she understood why, and every reasoning that was deep within the broken mind of the warrior.

-Dragons, always seen as something to killing any adventures eyes, something to slay and gain some form of title, be in our life, though it wasn't done much anymore after the war between all and Deathwing. Nearly every child's book had a story of slaying a dragon. Tales, adventures, fighting to save the aspects.

Though as it finally ended, the warrior let go, stood and helped the mender up; she kept quiet, as if soaking all that was said and done in her skull of lost and forgotten memories, as if something may had sparked a fragment, her eyes looked focused, little did the mender know, thanks to all the bananas that got thrown within the performers wake it was just the woman getting hungry.

"Did you see? That orc, wedding bells?"

"I was ...Zera"

"I'm confused, but it was okay in the end, did you see the dress?"

"Zera.... I WAS RIGHT THERE"