#sylrissilverflame

「 general information 」

FULL NAME: Sylris Silverflame-Bloodhawk

NICKNAME(S): Syl

TITLE(S): Colonel of the Midnight Order, Commander of The Savage Pearl

AGE: 141

DATE OF BIRTH: November 12th

RACE: Sin’dorei

GENDER: Male

PRONOUNS: He/Him

ORIENTATION: Straight

MARITAL STATUS: Married to Isoria Bloodhawk-Silverflame

PROFESSION(S): Blacksmith, Enchanting, Inscription

LANGUAGES: Common, Thalassian, Orcish, Draconic.

「 physicality & appearance 」

HAIR: Blonde

EYES: Bright Gold

HEIGHT:  6′5″

BUILD: Mesomorphic, muscular

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Runic tattoos across his arms and chest, several other tattoos guised in illusionary magic.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Wedding ring, watch from his wife, the Midnight Order’s insignia on a badge.

「 personality & traits 」

Exceptionally energetic, outgoing and extroverted. Sylris loves to meet new people in a variety of situations. A formal setting, or a friendly spar, the former Crusader is one who seeks out and does his best to maintain new friendships. Sylris is exceptionally protective of his wife - Isoria - and will put his well-being on the line for the sake of her safety without hesitation. 

•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 / indifferent / in between.

•optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

•traditional / modern / in between.

•hard-working / lazy / in between.

•cultured / uncultured / in between.

•loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

•assertive / timid / in between

「personal information 」

HOBBIES: Picking on his wife, blacksmithing, wood carving, enchanting, inscribing.

SKILL(S):  Harassing his wife, martial combat, utilizing the Light, utilizing the arcane. A bit of time magic.

RESIDENCE: Pandaria

BIRTHPLACE: Quel’Thalas

AFFILIATIONS: The Midnight Order, The Sin’dorei, The Horde, The Argent Crusade (Formerly), Legionfall (Formerly)

「 relations 」

SPOUSE: 

Isoria Bloodhawk-Silverflame

 CHILDREN: 

None

 PARENTS: 

Deceased

.

SIBLINGS:

Aidan Dawningblade ( @aidandawningblade )

.

OTHER RELATIVES:

 PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS:

Dawn

Dusk

 「 habits & vices」

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

DRUGS: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

「 other/ooc 」 FACE REFERENCE(S): Dominic Sherwood

VOICE REFERENCE(S): Dominic Sherwood

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

SERVER: Wyrmrest Accord - H

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Sylris spoke, looking up from the counter top he was working at, preparing ritual ingredients and glaring at Aidan’s body. “You’ve died three times, now. Only two of them were physical.” He added, looking back down with a shake of his head. “I don’t know why I’m still trying to talk to you. You definitely can’t respond. Maybe its to keep myself from going insane, though the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over whilst expecting different results. So. You’re an asshole, and I have half the mind to let you stay dead.” The Crusader finished, dropping a few sliced ingredients into a bowl and dusting his hands off.

“Tell me, brother. Do you know how badly you hurt the woman you claim to love?” Sylris continued, carrying the bowl and the runeblade over to Aidan’s body, setting them on a table, and tucking the runeblade onto his chest.  “Isoria has broken down in tears over a dozen times because of the things you’ve done. You hurt her in a way I don’t think many people would be able to, and despite that, she still wants to forgive you. She just doesn’t know if she can.” He mused, resting his hand on the side of the coffin his brother rested in, watching the perfectly still face for a moment, before he looked to two sets of armor on the other side of the room; The first, the armor Aidan had worn before his corruption. Cleaned to a shine, a tattered red cape clung to the ancient, decorative plate. 

"See. This one is more complex. For my wife and I, we have a rune on the inside of our wedding bands that guides us to each other. It also depends on who it is - exactly - that I'm looking for. Say I was looking for you, Eden, I'd probably yell something along the lines of 'Hey murdermuffin!'" He pauses, a grin curling his lips.

"It'd probably work. But you're also hard to miss, considering the eyepatch."

The Crusade. Sylris Silverflame had devoted his life to the organization, despite his families beliefs. Despite his peoples beliefs.  “Forget this madness, come home.” “No child of mine will serve under that banner.” Silverflame. Not Dawningblade, he’d given up that name a long time ago. For his faith. For his path. These were thoughts that ran rampant within Sylris’ mind, smoldering golden hues staring out over a forest atop the mountainside. Watching silently as mist rolled across the treetops. 

He’d given everything for a faith that was more suspicious than the Shadows it warned against so vehemently. Where was the Light when Arthas Menethil walked through Quel’thelas. When Deathwing scorched a path across the world? Where was the Light when Sargeras plunged a sword into Azeroth? “No longer will I blindly serve a being that isn’t there when I need them.” Sylris spoke finally, his words raspy and scratchy from his vigil. Plunging a sword into the mountain top, his Crusader tabard was left atop it, as was his helm. Looking out over the trees. “I will forge my own path, from the ashes of the one I left. No longer will I rely on a faulty force of the universe to guide my blade. I will bend the Light to my will, and I will make it serve.”