Xalandir Rhuviel

Xalandir Sunsorrow is a former Ranger Captain for the Farstriders of Silvermoon, bounty hunter, and is the current militant leader for House Sunorrow's military forces.

Early years
Xalandir was born the second eldest to House Sunsorrow, a family of nobles, wine merchants and military leaders. At a young age he trained in both swordsmanship and archery, his father seeing that he excelled in archery sent him to the Farstriders where he would train for a good portion of his life.

During a scouting mission in the jungles of Stranglethorn, Xalandir was captured and kept as a slave for the local Gurubashi troll tribe. His squad left him for dead and returned to Silvermoon without him.

Slavery
Xalandir served as a slave for the Gurubashi tribe for many years. He was beaten, tortured and forced to do things that would scar him for life. One night with the help of a troll witch doctor named Hoka, Xalandir managed to escape, however he was later caught and returned to his slavers who ripped out his right eye as a lesson for his transgressions. Hoka helped him yet again weeks later, Xalandir knew what needed to be done and instead of just running away, he killed every troll in that village that night with the same knife they used to cut out his eye. He eventually made his way back to Silvermoon and reclaimed his place as a member of the Farstriders.

Invasion of Quel'thalas
During the Invasion of Quel'thalas Xalandir, along with his brother Solorin fought to protect their lands of Felo'Danil. They fought for days to keep the undead hordes off of their lands and eventually made their way to Silvermoon city to help with the cities defense. Xalandir would later be promoted to Ranger Captain for his aid during the invasion, he remained in Silvermoon to aid in it's restoration while his brother returned to Felo'Danil to restore what they had lost.

Landing
Xalandir along with several others of the Quel'thalas military took the call to Northrend very seriously, it was his chance to strike back at the man who destroyed his lands and reduced the Sin'dorei population to nothing. It was in Northrend where Xalandir met his first wife. Vallerin Dawnspring.

Post Landing
The two quickly fell in love and fought many battles together whilst there in Northrend. Shortly after the landing took place and his brother Solorin set up a foothold on the icy shores of the Howling Fjord, Xalandir and Vallerin went back to Quel'thalas to wed and resume their duties in the defense of Quel'thalas.

Cataclysm
During the events of the cataclysm Xalandir not seeing any reason to leave Quel'thalas stayed. Having retired from the Farstriders to raise a family with his wife Xalandir took on the mantle of a bounty hunter for hire, or assassin. A job he took very seriously.

For many years he trained and honed his skills to become the best at what he did, no matter how far he got he always saw room for improvement. One night when Xalandir went to lie in bed, Vallerin went to murder her Husband in his sleep. However, Xalandir woke up before she got to deal the death blow and took her knife and stabbed her with it instead. Unaware of the situation, Xalandir rose to his feet quickly and grabbed his wife, holding her close to him, crying at the loss of his first love.

Rising Sun Fellowship
After about a year or so of mourning the loss of his wife Xalandir and learning that she was an assassin that only got close to him to so that she may kill him, Xalandir made his way back to Felo'Danil to aid his brother in any way that he could. It was at this time that Xalandir met with Kel'tira Sunblaze the leader of the Rising Sun Fellowship. Xalandir offered his services to the Fellowship and worked closely with their other operatives such as Cyare Sunblaze, and his brothers first wife Auxilia. Xalandir served as an infiltrator and spymaster, learning what he could and preserving the peace and defense of Quel'thalas.

It was with the Rising Sun Fellowship that Xalandir met Tislina Dawnsinger. Tislina was a good friend to Xalandir as well as his healer both on and off the battlefield, she offered him therapy and medical treatment anytime that He needed. After the death of Tislina's Fiancee and lover Kriendis Xalandir was there for her to help cope and get her through her tough time, it was shortly there after that the two began to fall in love, eventually moving on to getting engaged. After a few months of being engaged Tislina vanished without a word, Xalandir having no other choice but to move on, returned to the Horde War-Machine and offered his services there.

Landfall
Xalandir did not join the invasion of Pandaria right away, he instead arrived during the second wave, when the other members of the Horde rushed in to fight the Alliance and take over the Karasang Wilds. Xalandir fought bravely and was awarded well for his efforts during the invasion.

Isle of thunder
Xalandir along with others of the Quel'thalas military aided in the storming of the Isle of Thunder. Xalandir and other members of the Farstriders help carve away for the other members of the Horde to storm the Throne of Thunder.

Siege of Orgrimmar
Xalandir along with many others, helped storm the gates of Ogrimmar, most of his fighting was on the surface, making sure that the Leaders of the Horde and Alliance could get to, and stop the tyrant Garrosh Hellscream.

Recovery
After the events of the Siege of Orgrimmar, Xalandir returned to Felo'Danil to aid in its preservation while his brother, sat in isolation dealing with the loss of his wife.

The Dark Portal
Xalandir helped with the invasion of the Dark portal doing what he could to aid the others so that they could shut it down and keep the invaders from invading Azeroth. He remained on Draenor having set up a Garrison to train new members of the Farstriders so that they could aid in the battles agains the Iron Horde.

Post Hell-Fire Citadel
After Archimonds defeat Xalandir no longer needed to remain on Draenor to train troops and returned home to Quel'thalas and has since remained aiding whomever he can with the skills he knows best.

Physical description, equipment, weapons and armor
Xalandir is rather tall and calm. His face serious and calculating, whilst his lone eye flickers to the people around him, analyzing. His tall figure stands upright and tense, constantly guarded and ready should anything happen. His poise professional and hands ready to reach for his bow should he need to. His training as a Ranger and Assassin is reflected in his physique; tall and lean with plenty of muscle, yet not bulky and cumbersome. He is agile and lithe, his lean muscle allowing for plenty of quick movement.

His chainmail armor is well-made, and kept in excellent condition. No broken links or scratches in the leather overlay can be seen, and great care is put into keeping metal shining and leather well softened. Both the leather and metal are colored the same blueish-black. Bits of the armor have been trimmed with an eerie glowing green, carefully matching the gleaming gems embedded in the chest piece and shoulder pads. The largest of the gems rests in the buckle of his belt, and though the magical crystals glow green, they are not of the fel sort.

His bow is carefully crafted of a shining black metal, the edges and tips having been sharpened into a dangerous edge, forming the bow into a weapon just on its own. The same eerie green crystals have been forged into the bow, the various Thalassian engravings decorating the weapon have also been precisely painted in a matching magical green.

Much like his armor, the elf is just as well kept, his skin clean and free of dirt or grime. His pale skin is etched with small scars, the most noticeable of them spanning over where his left eye should be. Much of the scar, and the empty socket, is covered in a worn leather eyepatch, the black leather creased with age and use.

Along with scars, his skin is littered with various tattoos. His arms are decorated in an array of tribal tattoos, runes, and Thalassian sayings, spanning over his shoulders and down his back. The tattoos travel up and around his neck as well, the ink all the same off-black. The most unusual of his tattoos are a small saying curving around his good eye, and the mysterious brand of a phoenix on his left hand. The saying is in Thalassian, and to those who can, it reads ‘All men must die.”

His hair has been messily pulled back into a ponytail, as if quickly thrown there to keep it out of his eyes. Sections of hair, however, remain down, and are left to fall down his back, and over his shoulders. Although the ponytail his messy, his hair is kept clean and shining, the straight black hair kept in good health and free of any knots.