Thraist Powell

Thraist Leland Powell was a half-elven archer born in the year 17 by the Lotharian calendar in Lordaeron City, Tirisfal Glades. He and his father survived the plague that consumed the Kingdom of Lordaeron. For some time their escape, he lived with his father in Southshore, Hillsbrad Foothills. When the Forsaken invaded and destroyed Southshore, his father's sacirfice of his own life allowed Thraist to escape. He sought sanctuary with the dwarves and gnomes of Ironforge.

In-Character Description
In a throng it may be easy to miss the adolescent that hurriedly moves through the sea of bodies with elegant effortlessness, followed closely behind a large white wolf and her runt. Thraist was unmistakably half-quel’dorei with his finely shaped, pointed ears and fair complexion. His had a narrow, oblong face with angular cheekbones that even out to a strongly chiseled chin. His almond-shaped eyes were a bright crimson, and his eyebrows thickly set above on his brow. A long nose widened out over thinly even lips. Darker than pitch hair, thick from his youth, messily covered the curve of his head, and hung down over the slope of his forehead. In his long ears, evened out, were pierced several dark metal rings that ran along the edges until they reached the tips.

Beyond the leathers, and cloth that covers him lays an intricately carved path of muscle against a broad chest, and continued down where the definition would seemingly end at the line of his trousers. His sharp, etched features a reflection of his physique finely crafted by his genetics. His arms corded with muscle that seemingly rippled with movement, down to his powerful legs hidden behind the furs, leathers, and armor he wore for a colder climate. His smell a rich musk of the woods, and earth underfoot. A unique aroma of the wild presented in the teenager. On his back, a well-kept bow crafted by elvish hand and decorated with the elegant script of their language. To his side, strapped to the belt around his waist and to his thigh is a dark quiver made of strong leather and filled with dark-feathered arrows.

His armor is often the color of the woodland around him. Rich greens, and browns that accent his chosen profession of ranger. The colors of Ironforge lay in a band that is wrapped around the teenagers arm and on the symbol stamped into the leather of his quiver. The youthful years of his life still shine deeply in the red of his eyes, which still have yet to see much of the world of Azeroth.