Sylphine Nightfall

Relatives		Adrona Nightfall (Mother), Paarth Nightfall (Father)
Gender		Female
Birth Place		Faelon
Spieces		Wood Elf
Age		100 Years Old

Sylphine Nightfall

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Relatives	Adrona Nightfall (Mother), Paarth Nightfall (Father)
Languages	X
Affiliations	x
Aliases	X
Marital Status	X
Place of Birth	Faelon
Species	Wood Elf
Gender	Female

Physical Appearance

Long, Dark brown hair, 5' 5" tall. Eyes are normally a vibrant green but are currently a vibrant red. Green clothing with brown leather accessories and armor.

Personality

Cunning, rebellious, mischievous, kind, open-minded.

Backstory

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

Daggers, shortsword, shortbow.