*Have you read the Guild Laws?: Yes
*Do you agree to abide by the Guild Laws?: Yes
*Character Name : Haelolin "The Avalanche" Northsworn
*Character Class : Warrior
Character Level : 107
Player Age (18+) : 33
Most Recent Guild: Lluchduu Ocheliad (Cenarion Circle)
*Requested Role : Brawler
*Character Notes : "I'm pretty much offensive to all six senses." -Hael
Haelolin has bounced from tavern to tavern, earning her keep as hired protection, or in and out of the fighter's ring. There's a certain fire to her fight, like the sort of flame that can only be extinguished by death. If there's life in her, there's a fight in her. She's quick to anger, and prove her worth.
When the wrath of Arthas came, that's when her village fell. Family. Friends. Future. Scattered like the ashes that were swept away in the wake. The will to survive far outweighed the easy retreat into death, leading her down the path of a renegade. A vagrant.
Her obvious shortcomings do not help to enhance her visage. She's unimaginably short, for a Kaldorei, standing at only 5'1. Long, waist-length, ivory hair spills down her back, to the base of her spine, severed and chopped in places where battles were fought. Blade-ravaged bangs frame her youthful face. Two (normal) amber eyes gaze out at the world with a fighter's grudge, and one, completely solid amber, third eye rests high in the middle of her forehead, blinking its transparent lens from left to right.
[Only mods are allowed to see this link] (Though her skin is not grey)
*Do you agree to abide by the Guild Laws?: Yes
*Character Name : Haelolin "The Avalanche" Northsworn
*Character Class : Warrior
Character Level : 107
Player Age (18+) : 33
Most Recent Guild: Lluchduu Ocheliad (Cenarion Circle)
*Requested Role : Brawler
*Character Notes : "I'm pretty much offensive to all six senses." -Hael
Haelolin has bounced from tavern to tavern, earning her keep as hired protection, or in and out of the fighter's ring. There's a certain fire to her fight, like the sort of flame that can only be extinguished by death. If there's life in her, there's a fight in her. She's quick to anger, and prove her worth.
When the wrath of Arthas came, that's when her village fell. Family. Friends. Future. Scattered like the ashes that were swept away in the wake. The will to survive far outweighed the easy retreat into death, leading her down the path of a renegade. A vagrant.
Her obvious shortcomings do not help to enhance her visage. She's unimaginably short, for a Kaldorei, standing at only 5'1. Long, waist-length, ivory hair spills down her back, to the base of her spine, severed and chopped in places where battles were fought. Blade-ravaged bangs frame her youthful face. Two (normal) amber eyes gaze out at the world with a fighter's grudge, and one, completely solid amber, third eye rests high in the middle of her forehead, blinking its transparent lens from left to right.
[Only mods are allowed to see this link] (Though her skin is not grey)
