Irialyn Del'Orn

Appearance
Race: Sin’Dorei

Height: 5’8

Weight: 130-145 lbs.

Build: Slender

Hair Color/Style: Blonde; either piled into a messy bun or braided over her shoulder. Freely hangs down to the top of her rear.

Eye Color/Shape: Fel-Green; wide-set

At First Glance… An elegant face, narrow and decorated carefully in makeup. Unmarred to the naked eye, the woman wears a slight, yet condescending smile on her lips, eyes unabashedly eyeing every person that passes before her. Long, dirty-blonde strands trail around her face in loose ringlets; the rest gathered from her face to keep her features in clear view. Those champagne tresses are most often found braided over her shoulder, swinging with the sway of her walk, but sometimes piled atop her head with stray locks cascading down her back and shoulders. A slender form carries the woman, dressed in fine robes that accent the hourglass shape of her waist, she steps with a proud stride that kicks up her floor-sweeping skirts. The click of heels always follows, perhaps a glimpse from a slit in the robe at long, tanned legs that vanish up into the shadows of her wardrobe. Any chance of peering at the back of her neck gives view of deep red tattoos that seem to pulse in a silent rhythm, dipping beneath her garments and hiding away.

Around her lingers a trickle of magic that seems to hover just above her skin, those who were sensitive to such charms and spells would know it to be a form of glamour that hides away that which the caster does not wish to be seen. There’s a floral scent around the woman, one that is slightly on the sweeter side when it comes to perfumes. It's not overpowering, instead just enough to catch attention as she passes by.

Charms and jewels cover her appendages; a sigil ring on her right hand matched against a shimmering truesilver band, a gold azerothian diamond-studded ring on her left with jointed ring around her middle finger. A variety of chokers to match her outfit are tight at the center of her neck, leaving the soul shard that hangs across her collarbone to shimmer on its own. Her ears are decorated with gems and hoops, trailing up her lower lobes with a few chains that jingle with a turn of her head.

Looped on her belt are a few small pouches carrying vials, herbs, and other trinkets that hold personal or professional meaning to the woman. On her left hip rests a spell book, hung like a paladin would their beloved libram. The bookmark between the pages wiggles on its own accord, seemingly unnoticed by its mistress.

Personality
''You poor, sweet, ignorant thing... close your eyes.''

Psychology and Perception: Cynical

Self-discipline: A perfectionist and self-motivated

Lifestyle: Orderly, instinctive, and independent

Social Attitude: Abrupt and dismissive

Honesty and Honor: Values knowledge and blunt

Emotional Capacity: Detached

Likes: Silence, literature, shopping, being admired, and the company of rich or noble men

Dislikes: “The Poor”, Goblins and Orcs, being ignored, rejection, and crowds

Favorite
 * Color: Lavender
 * Clothing: Anything made of silk or satin
 * Place: Karazhan, Tirisfal Glades
 * Food/Drink: Firecracker Salmon, Red Velvet Cake, and Brightsong Wine
 * Book: Legacy of the Masters, Demonic Theories, and baking recipes
 * Animal: Anything that can walk on two legs, stay out of the way, and keep quiet

Least Favorite
 * Color: Orange
 * Clothing: Anything of ‘murky’ or ‘dingy’ color
 * Place: Stranglethorn
 * Food/Drink: Warp Burgers, Buzzard, and Grog of any sort
 * Animal: Anything intrusive and loud

Simple Pleasures: Reading, Tea, and Evenings

Usually found: Tucked away on a bench in Silvermoon or Visiting the Sanctum

History
Birthdate: Fifteenth day of second month

Birthplace: Quel’Thalas (Ghostlands area)

It is known…

The Del’Orn house has been a noble staple in Silvermoon for centuries, since the rise of Sunstrider Dynasty. Their name is old and passed through generations, but under the belief of 'pure blood'. The house has been beneath many rumors and scandals during its time, from the gossip of inbreeding to the whispers of their infatuation with demons and treachery.

A family that made its name off politics, they played dirty to get where they are today - a failing house with a missing heir.

Irialyn is the only daughter of Lord Darshe Del'Orn, the eldest of his two children. Her mother, Aloria, was the frail daughter of a prosperous trader who exchanged his daughter's hand in an attempt to claim a place among the Magisters and higher authorities of Quel'Thalas. However, his planned failed when Irialyn was born. The Del'Orn family threatened to cast out Aloria and the female child if she could not give them a male heir.

Beneath the pressure and inability to conceive, the woman's father turned her away leading to her death by poisoning herself. Her body was still warm when Darshe was remarried to his second cousin, Muraih. A male heir was born and Irialyn was sent to train in the arcane arts in hopes that her ability to twist spells would land her into a good marriage.

Though Ghene was now heir to the family succession, war broke out across Quel'Thalas and Darshe enlisted into the fight, bringing his young son with him and being the first in his name to go into battle. The two were last seen together fighting the undead that marched into Silvermoon, but Ghene returned alone. After Darshe's body was never found, it was thought he was killed in action.

Ghene took a liking to warfare, leaving without so much as a word from his home and dropping the Del'Orn name, taking his mother's maiden instead to relieve himself of the pressure to carry the family's titles. Irialyn was left to pick up the pieces of her broken and chaotic family's remains as her step-mother abandoned her saying she had "no family left".

Irialyn not only regained herself and secured a place among the Magister's personal 'interests' and turned to her arcane studies as a way to keep control of something in her life. She's gifted with magic in many ways but found words a better weapon. Her name is muttered among the higher houses of Silvermoon.

Affiliations
Order/Guild: None

Immediate family members: Siblings (if any):
 * Darshe Del’Orn (Father; Deceased - Killed in Action)
 * Aloria Darkfire (Mother; Deceased - Suicide)
 * Muraih Starreaver (Step-Mother; Alive)

Significant Other: None
 * Ghene Del’Orn (Half-Brother; Alive)

Children: None

Partner(s): None

Pets:
 * Lor - A fire elemental that takes the shape of a phoenix, fluttering around the woman's shoulders.

Idiocracies
Mode of transportation:

Weapons:
 * Iven'ar - A horse forever tormented by a misfired spell by his mistress. The steed seems to be fine with his transformation, or he has just accepted his eternal suffering.

Sexuality: Straight
 * Del'Nar - A staff passed between the Del'Orn family and the Narveil family as a token of good fortune. In exchange, a sword named Belnei was given to the Narveils.
 * A dagger that is always slipped in a sheath against her inner thigh.

OOC Notes

 * Open to any and all kinds of role play; especially interested in creating relationships and interlocking back stories.


 * Played Central US times (usually all day on weekends and from 12 pm-11pm on weekdays)


 * Everything said and done in character is the attitude and personality of the character. There is no interest in dragging role play conflict out of the game.


 * More inspiration for the character and story posts can be found HERE  on my tumblr.