(Created page with "{{Infobox_character|name=Sylphine Nightfall|image=|relatives=Adrona Nightfall (Mother) Paarth Nightfall (Father)|birthPlace=Faelon|species=Wood Elf|gender=Female|height=5'5"|weight=Approximately 125lbs|eyes=Normally a vibrant green, but currently a vibrant red.}} == Physical Appearance == 100 years old. Long, dark brown hair. Green clothing with brown leather accessories and armor. == Backstory == I, Sylphine Nightfall—Sylphy to anyone who's spoken to me more than o...") |
(No difference)
|
Latest revision as of 20:31, 24 October 2025
| Relatives | Adrona Nightfall (Mother) Paarth Nightfall (Father) |
|---|---|
| Place of Birth | Faelon |
| Species | Wood Elf |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 5'5" |
| Weight | Approximately 125lbs |
| Eye Color | Normally a vibrant green, but currently a vibrant red. |
Physical Appearance[edit source]
100 years old. Long, dark brown hair. Green clothing with brown leather accessories and armor.
Backstory[edit source]
I, Sylphine Nightfall—Sylphy to anyone who's spoken to me more than once—grew up in Faelon, a peaceful, hidden village tucked high in the forest canopy. It was the kind of place where things rarely changed and the days slipped by like a quiet stream. But me? I was always moving—climbing higher, sneaking further, testing myself.
I have a natural talent for staying unnoticed, picking up on details others missed, and getting into (and out of) places I shouldn’t be. The scouts of the village took me under their wing more out of necessity than choice, figuring if I was going to be a handful, I might as well be a useful one.
When a band of mercenaries broke through the outer wards one night and raided the village, they didn’t leave much destruction—but they left behind a sense of vulnerability and devastation.
I decided to leave after that. My parents, Adrona and Paarth, supported my decision and encouraged me to go out on my own and see what the world has to offer.
I left soon after with my trusty shortbow, a lockpick set I "borrowed" from a scout’s satchel, and a mind set on one thing: get better. At everything. Sneaking, scouting, blades, magic, maps, people. I want to know how things work, and I want the kind of precision that comes from years of practice—not because I want glory, but because if trouble comes again, I want to be ready.
Now I wander from town to town, eavesdropping on deals, navigating ruins for forgotten knowledge, and slipping through locked doors like a breeze. I'm always learning, always improving, always testing myself. Every night, I sharpens my knives and my mind.
I don't need recognition. I just need to know that when it counts, I won’t miss. The most important thing to me is my village and my parents. I need to know why those mercenaries attacked, and I'm going to find out.
Weapons [edit source]
Daggers, shortbow, shortsword.
