Mahain

Statistics
Name: Mahain Ryazan

Race: Blood Elf

Sex: Male

Age: 27-30 (human years)

Class: Hunter

Guild: Unrequited Requiem

Description
Thin, and rather short for his race, Mahain is hardly intimidating, nor does he appear to try for such. In the city, he can be found dressed nicely, his most casual attire being fit for even formal occasions. He keeps his long, nearly pure white, hair neat and clean.

Personality
Mahain is often torn between acting for his own best interests, and those of the few people he cares about, and tends to sacrifice the first in the hopes of attaining the latter. He has expensive tastes, but also enjoys the simpler things in life just as much. He's hardly vain or uptight, and is quite charming when he chooses to be, often leading him into more trouble than he can handle. That very type of trouble, more recently, has lead him to the life of a crewmember in service to the Blackwater Raiders, as his home in Silvermoon was no longer safe, and little more than a complete change in his life such as this could ever keep him from returning to the city as quickly as his feet could carry him. He's rarely seen, and it is unlikely he will be seen very often in the coming months, or even years, as his life aboard ship has him out to sea for long periods, only making port to replenish supplies, and spend a small part of his share of the take.

A typical quote

 * doesn't speak, but rather sits, staring into his glass of wine, and lets out a soft, quiet sigh.*

History
Born the son of a Magister, Mahain recieved the best schooling and excelled in his studies, despite showing little real interest in them. Before he completed his training, he began sneaking away, skipping his courses and avoiding his responsibilities, instead spending his time in the woods of Eversong, tending to a young, somewhat malnourished Dragonhawk he later named Mahakala. In his time in the woods, he observed the Farstriders, and after a few months, when his activities began to show on his progress in his studies, he walked out of his courses entirely, instead electing to join the Farstriders, and train under them for several years. His innate disdain for authority showed through, and before he ever saw combat within their ranks, he managed to attain a discharge from the service, and make his way, exploiting his skills as a tracker and marksman in freelance work. He ran across Commander Sunshadow, having heard about potential for a little personal gain available amonng her ranks, and set himself in a postition to rise fairly rapidly for a short time, only to stall on account of a chaotic, but short, chain of events that landed him where he is today.