Tycil Dawnwhisper

Art by Zoratrix

~~Basics~~

Name:  Tycil (Tie-ssil) Dawnwhisper

Nickname:  Tyc (Tie-ss)

Race: Quel'dorei

Gender: Female

Birthdate: July 17th

~~Physical Appearance~~

Hair: Long, straight, shiny black

Eye Color: Brilliant blue to void purple at the outside

Height: 5’1”

Build: Athletic, yet still with some curves

Distinguishing Marks: Freckles across her nose and cheeks. A large scar on her upper left thigh that looks like her skin was gouged down off her leg by a row of sharp teeth, like something bit her and tried to hold on as she was pulled free

Piercings: Both ears

Face Claim: Catherine Zeta-Jones

~~Personal Information~~

Profession: Void touched hunter

Hobbies: Cooking, alchemy, herbalist, gardening, construction, about anything that helps her be self-sufficient in the wilds

Residence: Eversong Woods

Fears: Shadows

~~Relationships~~

Spouse: Bacath (Deceased)

Son - Paranir (Deceased), Son - Wintheol (Deceased)

Siblings: Brother - Vaelsnipe (Link to his profile HERE)

Other Family: None, at least none that were closer than a couple generations removed cousins

~~Sex and Romance~~

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Preferred Emotional Role: Submissive

Preferred Sexual Role: Switch

Turn ons: Animal lover, open minded, nature lover, enjoys quiet, good sense of humor

Turn offs: Overbearing personalities, argumentative, judgemental people, pushy people

Love Language: Gifts, acts of service

Relationship Tendencies: It will take time before this is established again, she is not the same person she was the last time she was in a relationship

~~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 / In-between / Follower Empathetic / In-between / Apathetic Optimistic / In-between / Pessimistic Hard Working / In-between / Lazy Cultured / In-between / Uncultured Loyal / In-between / Disloyal Faithful / In-between / Unfaithful

~~Additional Information~~ Drinks socially Limited drug use Doesn't smoke

~~RP Hooks~~ Hunts in Eversong Woods often Building a home in Eversong Woods Looking for a tracker? She is for hire, does standard tracking but specializes in finding those with a trace of the void to them Just starting to venture back into Silvermoon City after keeping her self to the wilds for a handful of years

How to contact: Reach out in a message here or to Tycil-WyrmrestAccord in game. Not doing any other type of RP with her at this time.

Thanks! She had been trying to get to know the other scouts in camp, but them going on break messed with that a bit. Her home is near the infestation, but it still stands, so she has gone back to working on it. She would love to be more social, but outside of camp she hasn’t really found a reason to be. Any attempt she made to get to know people turned out badly in her mind, so she just feels meh about it.

(Art credit @lukelf)

Tycil did not move. She had been perched on the branch of an enormous tree that rose high above the pathways winding through Zul'Aman's forest. A lifetime of training kept her poised there, muscles relaxed; no body could hold tension for that long without betraying itself.

A small green lizard emerged from a knot in the wood and scampered along the branch. It paused beside her hand, flicking its tongue. Sensing no danger, it continued on. Tiny claws clicked softly against leather as it ran across her wrist, over her shoulder, and along the dark fabric covering her back. The creature crossed her neck, climbed over her black hair, and vanished into the foliage beyond.

A creek wound alongside it, fed by waterfalls higher in the mountains. Water rushed over smooth stones, carrying leaves and broken branches downstream. Dense vegetation crowded both banks. The humid air hummed with the sounds of insects, birds, and distant beasts, but Tycil ignored it all.

Across her lap rested two daggers. Their metal was nearly black, forged to betray no glimmer of light, even if the sun managed to pierce the canopy overhead. One blade sat comfortably in each hand, balanced and ready.

A faint rustle drifted through the undergrowth and Tycil's attention sharpened. Several moments later, a troll emerged from the greenery. She carried a staff across one shoulder and walked with the relaxed confidence of someone moving through familiar territory. Tycil watched her follow the path beside the creek,stopping near the water's edge just as she had every day for the past five days.

The troll crouched beside the creek and lowered a hand toward the water, preparing to wash her face. Her gaze drifted across the surface then he froze.Tycil saw the shock register as the water reflected eyes that faded from bright blue around the pupils to a deep, void-like purple at the edges of the iris. Fear flashed across the other woman’ features but it was too late.

Tycil moved, one moment she was part of the tree, the next she dropped from her perch. Air pushed her hood back past her hood as she descended, the  troll barely had time to begin turning before she slammed into him. Both daggers struck home, one burying itself into the left side of his neck, the other hilting as it slid through the space behind his collarbone.

The force of her descent drove him face-first into the muck at the creek's edge, a wet sucking sound escaped him as he choked on his blood. His hands clawed desperately toward his throat. Blood spilled between his fingers, dark against green skin. He struggled for breath, body convulsing as instinct fought against fatal wounds.

Tycil twisted both blades, the first severing his spine the other scraping against a rib as it tore into his lung. The troll's resistance vanished almost instantly. His body shuddered once, then went limp. The quick flash of death hadn't even disturbed the sounds of the forest around them, not acknowledging it more than it would have a falling leaf.

Tycil remained crouched over the corpse for several seconds, scanning the surrounding vegetation. Centuries had taught her caution, experience had taught her never to assume anyone was truly alone. 

Only when she was satisfied did she withdraw her blades.Blood dripped from the dark metal and she wiped them clean on the troll's clothing before sliding them into hidden sheaths.

Grasping the corpse by the arms and despite her slender frame, she possessed more than enough strength to drag the body into the creek. Water churned around exposed roots as she maneuvered it to float under one. Beneath the surface, movement caught her eye, the scavengers that hunted these waters had already sensed the meal she provided. 

A larger shape emerged from the depths, jaws snapped shut around the troll's arm before the creature vanished once more beneath the churning water. Tycil observed for a few moments longer. Nature was efficient, by morning, little would remain.

Another troll killed in Zul'Aman by her hand. She had lost count long ago, but the sense of satisfaction never faded, the only difference was that this one had belonged to the Twilight’s Blade.

“Oh, let’s see, I have a few I really attribute to others. My mother taught me to take time to use a salt and oil scrub on my cast iron pans once a week whether I have used them or not. It cleans them, adds a thin layer of oil, and is a little meditation.” Tycil smiled at the memory then moved to the next.

“My father always told me to keep a pair of socks in each of my shoes so bugs do not get in them, this was even more important when out on hunting trips.” Chuckling and shaking her head, “He said that his brother didn’t once when they were out and a spider crawled in and bit him. My uncle’s wife was a healer, so she took care of it, but not before they all had a good laugh and they told the story over and over to make fun of him.”

Looking to a vase with a single flower in it on her windowsill, a sad expression crossing her features. “I always keep a flower in that bud vase because my husband would bring me one at least once a week. He said that it was always so I would know how beautiful the world outside our doors were. Then he would kiss me and say that our life together was beautiful, indoors our out.” Pausing, her expression going slightly blank as she blocked the pain, “Lastly, he would tell me that no matter what was around us, I would always be the most beautiful thing in his eyes.”

It was right after she realized that she wasn’t going to get that rebuild of the family she hoped for once she and Vael reconnected. They had a fight right after they reunited and everything just became more and more distant between them after that. The fault wasn’t on either of them, they just had become very different people in their time apart. The Amani paid for her pain with death as she spent a couple weeks straight doing nothing but stalking and killing them (this new treaty with the Amani is going to be very difficult for her). On her return home, she stood outside looking at the progress she and Vael had made on her house together and began to cry, time passed, and she couldn’t have said how much, before she had no tears left. Off and on for a couple days she would be struck with that deep ache for everything she has lost in her life, and tears would start again. it was then she made the decision to go to K’aresh, fully expecting to die there. Instead she began to hone her ability to track traces of the void having no idea how valuable that skill would become.

Thank you for the question @theconstructsworld

She is still feeling them out, and so far she approves of their skill levels and how they are run. In comparison to other companies she has done work with, she considers them a better organization and is willing to take some time to see if she likes how she fits in with them. Watching some of the other scouts carefully, she is picking up tips on how a more military structure works and from others interesting uses of their skills. Tycil is happy to sit back, go about the work they assign her and just observe for now, but she feels like they could be people she would be comfortable going into battle with.

(Thank you for the question Anon)