Awe, me mum is an executioner… :P

Pretty difficult to trust someone who would always save themselves in a life or death situation, no? Pam and Lirra maybe? I’m not too sure because honestly give him the right circumstance and he might try to hurt either of them, like say Pam did something to hurt him or betray him? He would lash out, same for Lirra.

Many years earlier...

   There was yelling, and a lot of it. They were fighting amongst one another again, and Fel was tired of it. Being a leader of a House was no walk in the park, and it was something she never wanted to do in her entire life. Listening to her mother fight with those that wished to run the House had put her off it forever. Even now, as she sat in her room trying to fletch new arrows, she could hear their voices carrying down the halls. She tuned them out the best she could, but there was only so much that could be done.     She hated how everyone wanted to be in control. It had to be the way they wanted it, or all hell ensued. Gritting her teeth, she began packing what she wanted to take with her. She had decided long ago she would let this House die if it ever became a chance she could. There was enough ‘royalty’ waltzing around like they owned the place and she refused to contribute to it. Instead, she would wait for her parents to die, take possession of the House as the Lady, and then she would simply let it die. Everyone hated her anyways for her choice of work, so what did it matter?     Shaking her head, long white locks fell into her face. She hated her hair too. It made her seem so odd considering she was extremely tan for a woman of her race. Once she had a bag pack, she situated her quiver and bow on her back. It was the one thing she would take with her, as she loved the bow dearly. It belonged to her deceased brother and was the only family heirloom she chose to accept. Fuck the rest of the family.     Striding out of her room, she let the door slam shut and did not look back. Instead, she made her way towards the angry voices yelling at one another. Her mother and father were seated at the head of the table, members of the House lined along side it. They seemed to be fighting over some pathetic party this time, and she was entirely disinterested. As she stepped into the room, all eyes turned to watch her. They all held some sort of contempt, disappointment, or disdain for her, and she would not have it any other way.     “While you all fight with one another, I am leaving. When you two decide to pass on the House, it won’t be hard to find me. Until then, I want nothing to do with it.” I stated loudly, making sure every last person heard me. My mother raised her chin at me haughtily, which I gladly ignored. My father spoke instead, his voice full of venom. “What is it you will do, girl. You are a Lady, yet you act like a commoner. Instead of playing politics, you whore yourself out as an escort and mercenary. It’s a disgusting act. Sometimes I wish it were you that died instead of your brother.”     While she wanted to be hurt, her skin had long ago thickened towards their jabs about how she conducted the buisness in her life.  “As you know, I quite like being a whore. It gives me gold so I don’t have to touch yours. You have blood money and nothing more. So I bid you a farewell. Disown me for all I care, but we all know you won’t. How bad would that look...you lost your heir to the House for your own ignorance, and then your last child as well...No, we all know you will tell them I am on a glorious adventure, traveling the world and seeing what it has to offer before I come back and take over as the acting Lady of House Elenath...sad that apperances mean so much to you.” Fel spat, standing tall. To felfire with the lot of them, the House was poison. Turning on a heel, she flounced out of the room, adding extra sway to her hips to piss them off more.     The voices rose even louder in her wake, some people screaming about how she should be disowned and stripped of her title. She did not care. Since the death of her brother, she cared for very little. No...the House would die, and nobody would ever know who she was if she had a say in it.

Current Day...

Uh. Wow. You ask the hard questions, don’t you?

Heavy. That’s the best way to explain it, I think, even though that sounds like a terrible cop-out. Everything had a weight to it. Everything was very...heavy. And I don’t mean to make Linkin Park song references here.

To you,

Thank you for showing me the truth of things. Thank you for this fire.

the basics ––– –

NAME: Felashathia “Sha” Elenath

AGE: Looks 23, but far older.

BIRTHDAY: October 8th

RACE: Sin’dorei

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Dark chestnut brown, previously white

EYES: Jade green

HEIGHT: 6′2

BUILD: Toned, lithe, “feline”

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Many tattoos covering her body from the neck down.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Her bow, which is a family heirloom.

personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Master engineer, miner, mercenary, and escort.

HOBBIES: Singing, writing, reading, shooting things that piss her off.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Depends on when you catch her. During ‘work’ (escort) she is very laid back, easy going, and loves laughing. Any other time, she’s a she-demon and very hot headed. 

LANGUAGES: She knows all horde languages, and bits of common. She’s learned them through her work.

RESIDENCE: Unknown

BIRTHPLACE: House Elenath

RELIGION: None

PATRON DEITY: None

FEARS: Failing at her greatest wish; to let her House die out. 

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: Single

Children: None

PARENTS: Deceased

SIBLINGS: Brother, deceased.

OTHER RELATIVES: Open to pre-established relationships

ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Open to pre-established relationships.

PETS: Multiple. Commonly accompanied by a warp-stalker named Spike, or a large black wolf named Ras’gaw. There is always a large gray/blue wolf with her, lightning flickering around him. She is also normally found riding a large warwolf, whom happens to be Ras’gaw’s mother. Flying mounts include a large red drake, which shrinks down to the size of a baby and rides on her shoulder on occassion, or her metal bucket she calls a helicopter. 

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

I DO NOTICE YOU. STOP CALLING ME MOM.

41: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?Yes.