Her airy white hair flows around her, caught by the slightest of breezes, until one could be sure it has a life of it's own, and it's length somehow would make you believe that she is shorter than the 5'6" she could be measured at. When at rest her features appear harsher than most elves with a strong brow, deep green eyes, and an odd cut of the jawline. This doesn't come off as ugly, but rather deadly. Like the blade she often carries she stands straight and proud while looking simple and elegant. The overall effect leaves the image of someone who shouldn't be messed with and someone who takes everything too seriously. The effect is generally broken if you should manage to get her to smile, something that in this time of war is unheard of.



Name: Shäyle Amarine
Age: 137
Race: High Elf
Appearance: Long silver, green eyes, strong features, with a certain type of elegance.
Role/Occupation: Second at Arms / Mercenary
Personality: Serious, goal oriented, and proud. A good person in the end.
Weapons: A single claymore which she had forged just before the war, of elven make even though it is human styled. At some point she picked up a recurve bow for practical purposes and never put it down.
Magic: Finds herself lacking in magic ability that has any amount of range. As a result she has turned her latent magic abilities and studies inward. Her only non personal use of magic are a knack for wind magics and even those are best left to close range for any true effect. Given great focus or need she can manage a minor bit of healing, but just enough to stabilize or speed the recipients recovery.
Bio: Tragic events in the family left her with humans for many years. Now she runs with the grandson of the late noble who found her in his merc group, The Red Brigade.
Side:Neutral with preference to Maliusya ( Has a problem with empires)