Joined: Tue Jun 24, 2014 11:53 am
Realm: Terenas, Argent Dawn
"A true hunter never misses their mark."Introduction:Krysteena is a Sin’dorei with a perpetual scowl on her face and a delicate hand reaching for her bow with every passing stranger. Deep crimson hair frames a face that, if left unscarred and free from her unpleasant expression, would have perhaps been considered beautiful. Years of hardship, however, have shaped Krysteena into a battle-hardened huntress who has little time for social pleasantries and meaningless pastimes. She can be rude and indifferent, often throwing insults and brash tones towards those she takes an immediate disliking to, and has picked up a tendency to ignore those who don’t seem to be worth her time.
For a price, Krysteena can be employed as a mercenary of sorts, hunting down huge beasts or individuals of great importance in order to further crucial events, gain an advantage or simply for the thrill of the hunt. Even for those who have use of her skill, Krysteena is difficult to track down, generally only making herself known if she herself has taken an interest in the possible task. Only jobs that are worth the risk are the ones that she’ll take and it’s not uncommon for her to refuse a job if the pay isn’t what she believes it’s worth. This applies to jobs that aren’t dangerous enough for her liking as well. However, if one is able to convince Krysteena that the job is worth it, then she prides herself on her work and will not rest until her target lays dead at her feet.
Krysteena Eboncrest was a young adult during the events of the Third War and, despite her skill with a bow and arrow from that tender age, she never expressed interest in joining the Farstriders. The Eboncrest house that she was born into was known for breeding Ebon Warhawks; a particularly brutal breed of Dragonhawk known for their melanistic plumage and vicious temperament that made them particularly viable for use in battle. With the encroaching threat of Forest Trolls, such Dragonhawks were in high demand, and Krysteena became proficient in managing the wily creatures from hatchling to young adults, when they would then be sent off to their new handlers. The sigil of the Eboncrest family was, rightfully, an Ebon Warhawk, and it was a crest beared with great pride. For many years their family had raised the magnificent beasts, either as companions or mounts, and it seemed that for many more years Krysteena would keep this legacy alive.
The family’s most prized Warhawk was Thalanos; bred from two incredibly aggressive parents and left until he was of age before they even tried approached him in order to preserve as much natural instinct in him as possible. Presented as a challenge for a much younger Krysteena, the deal had been that, if she could break and tame the Warhawk, he wouldn’t be sold off, and she would instead be allowed to keep him as her own. Always having favoured the Ebon Warhawk over the more typical golden variant, Krysteena gladly agreed.
Thalanos, however, didn’t agree, and the first time Krysteena dared attempt to enter the enclosure with him resulted in her having to sprint back out again and yell for her mother as Thalanos snapped and hissed at her heels. The second, third, fourth, and even fifth attempt happened in a very similar manner. Krysteena would enter, Thalanos would attempt to maim at least one of her limbs and she would often come out sporting some sort of injury. Then again, it was to be expected. Taming Dragonhawks was never easy, and the Warhawk was known for being particularly tricky. Yet, Krysteena bared her emblem of an Ebon Warhawk with pride and she wasn’t going to dishonour her family by failing in her first true test. Thalanos was hers alone to master. Sometimes Krysteena doubted herself, but, as she repeatedly went into the enclosure, she began to see progress.
However, during the training process, the constant threat posed by the Forest Trolls spilled over. At first it was stable hands being chased off or killed. Then it was a few select Dragonhawks, mostly the few golden variant ones that sometimes came out of their pairings. Krysteena and her mother would awaken to a horrific commotion outside and, when they checked in the morning, another Dragonhawk would be found dead. It was on the morning that one of their prized Ebon Warhawks was killed off and decapitated that Krysteena’s mother implored she go to the nearest Farstrider post in order to ask for their assistance. Krysteena left on the swiftest Hawkstrider they had to offer, pushing the beast as hard as she could in an effort to outrun the Trolls that were beginning to surround her family home even as she left.
Krysteena only got halfway before a sudden sense of dread dropped in her stomach and her instincts began to scream that she turned back around and returned to her home. Never one to ignore her gut, Krysteena whipped the hawkstrider around and rushed back.
As she had feared, she was much too late.
On that day, Krysteena lost everything. Her mother, her home, her legacy and the life she was supposed to lead. Her family’s sigil was aflame and there was nothing she could do as everything was destroyed. The sole survivors were herself and two Ebon Warhawks, for no help came for hours even after the smoke began to rise above the treeline, and there was only a charred and broken body left as the sole remnant of her mother. It was because of this that Krysteena vowed she would never join the Farstriders, for she considered this a failure in their sworn duty, and she would not be associated with such. Instead, Krysteena all but abandoned her home, heading out on her own and choosing a much different path to the one that had been intended for her. Never again would she mention her family name, nor would she give hint that she had been the sole survivor of that family. On that day, aside from the two Ebon Warhawks to act as memories, nothing was left, which is how Krysteena intends for it to be. For all intensive purposes, the daughter of the Eboncrest family died alongside her mother, and the Sin’dorei Krysteena is now will never be what she could have been.
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