User:Faelwen Tinuviel/Characters


General Info	Characters	Titles	Guild

PvE Characters

I currently have two PvE characters on this account; both of which have completed the following: Flameseeker Prophecies, Factions, Nightfall and Eye of the North. I also have a PvP mesmer character which I use for Alliance Battles and other PvP related purposes. This account has nine additional slots which are not currently being used - remnants of deleted characters that have long since lost their appeal. Perhaps sometime in the future, they will find use again.

Faelwen Tinuviel

A fearless and relentless Tyrian ranger, Faelwen is the consummate explorer. Having braved the wildest reaches of Tyria, Cantha and Elona, she is currently on a quest to better herself having sworn her life to the service of Melandru. Accompanied by her faithful pet, the brave black bear lovingly dubbed "Thunderbutt", Faelwen continues to journey on - ready and willing to lend a hand to anyone that she meets along the way.

Innocence abounds, captured in the wake of exquisitely chiseled features. She possesses a refreshing quality and life seems to flow through her like a torrent of fire. Always the observer, she tends to watch rather than partake, calculating while listening; thus collectively utilizing shreds of information. Most people generally categorize her quiet manner as being arrogant or aloof -a misconception she secretly adores. Always maintaining a sense of calm and control, she is capable of sustaining disinterest even in the most grievous situations. Few have witnessed her temper. To provoke as much is a task hard to accomplish for she firmly believes what goes around comes around ... be it by fate or her own hand. Often times she will offer a warm smile and a compassionate word, yet kindness should never be mistaken for weakness for strong are the barriers that surround her dubious domain.

Bewitching the awareness that speaks of many sorrows and triumphs. Angelic features predominate a non-defective yet strikingly human semblance. A visage embraced by profuse wisps of luxurious gold, rapturous shades of flaxen luster whose damp cling splashes over slender set shoulders to rest upon a salient frame of pantherine grace. Exotic the rise of cheekbones that paint the smooth slope of her jaw, even the curve of her lips. Narrow ribcage and small waist emphasizing the fullness of her bosom; skin flawless. The breeze only adds to the bewitching guise, tugging at her long silken hair so that it shifts about her like a veil, one moment hiding the temptation of her, the next revealing it. Small, delicate bones mark her classically beautiful, though feminine curves lie tamed within inconspicuous ranger garb, while allowing a glimpse of effortless elegance to the casual observer.

Serenity Shadowmyst

"Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit."
~ There has not been any great talent without an element of madness.

Veiled serenity masking the thorn presence of a killer, she remains stoic in all circumstances. None have pierced her calm facade except her wanton victims, and they never live to tell the tale. Silent and watchful, this masked flower will hide her secrets while penetrating yours as easily as an arrow to the heart. Still waters run deep, and her cunning albeit often dubious methods are not to be taken lightly. Death approaches, her, surrounds her and finally surrenders to her - all the while the core of her remains untouched. Always dressed in darkly stunning, snugly fitting vestments - preferably leather and satin - a true indulgence to the touch. Thick and luxurious auburn mane is often captured within an exotic yet bold cut, and embellished with ornamental pins boasting arcane jewels. Thin and delicate in appearance, her strength not wanting, Sybille stands a deceptive 5'6". Her eyes remain downcast often, not from submission - but to protect - as frozen within her bright green orbs, lies an oasis never reached.

A phantom warrior, Sybille carries within a soul of the ancients infused within her from the vile rituals of her procreation and birth. Still, she is the quintessence of royal elegance, maintaining regal demeanor even up until the moment you die by her hand. Enigma, and perhaps an epiphany to some, the mystery is almost as mesmerizing as her prominent beauty. Fiery tresses frame her cryptic, delicately beautiful facade. Honeyed skin glows with the splendor of the sun, bordering on rich olive hues - as if it were made of purest gold. Mesmerizing swirls of malachite gloss and blazing crimson tones mingle to hue lucid orbs; thus hiding the enigma of a soul borne of Fate's Infernal seed and driven by Lyssa's beckon call. This umbra wears only the finest attire allowing freedom of movement and precision of control. Gestures of lethal efficacy are always fluid, graceful and each more intoxicating than the last.

PvP Characters

Hero of the Rose

She was raised not pampered but often appeared over indulged, as is revealed in moments of pique if chastised or denied. Her temper is quick and she struggles to restrain herself, knowing that it does not become her to be so undisciplined. She is cold, methodical and usually quiet, allowing all to think she is shy or reserved until she chooses to show her true colors. Should she ever betray even a hint of a smile, you can bet that behind those captivating hazelnut orbs she is already plotting your downfall. Always impeccably attired in fine silks or exquisite damasks, this tall and slender enigma boasts silky golden hair that barely brushes against the nape of her neck in a loose cascade of lustrous waves. Haunting brown occulars remain ever-alert. Deceptively slim frame is always adorned with various weaponry , as befits someone of her beliefs.

The quintessential paradox. She struggles to remain in control, often times employing multiple theories to the noble aim of being the last woman standing. She strives to remain faithful to her own truths, regardless of the impact on those who happen to wish her silenced. The idea of being honest in all things had been driven into her and proved to be extremely useful in tight circumstances. The underlying passions were undeniable, too ingrained within her to be more than momentarily phased. She felt others, and not even the monstrous change had diminished the impact of that gift. Scrutinizing glare spoke volumes, expression glinting in startling gems, as they claimed your attention.