Emlyn

=Appearance= Emlyn stands larger and taller than the average female Tauren at well over 8 feet tall. Her gleaming white horns, also unusually large, are a stark contrast to her black braids and auburn coat. The parts of her that can be seen beneath her heavy armor are spotted with scars, typical of any warior. Her Shadowgem-colored eyes dart back and forth as she takes in everything around her, but she never says a word. Her very presence seems rather unapproachable, and judging from her stern features, she means it that way. The only exception seems to be a male Tauren shaman who can sometimes be seen traveling with her... a shaman with a very bizarre habit...

=Personality= Strong and silent, in a nutshell. Usually quite stoic, though she snorts and glares often to show anger or disapproval. The warrior goes about her way dutifully and honorably, even if others do not see it as such. She would much rather do things on her own than with others, though there are some exceptions--such as her sister, Milanna. Emlyn spends most of her time training in the wilds, though she can be seen using the forge and anvil in Thunder Bluff when she needs them.

=History= Emlyn was a part of the small, little-known tribe of Craghorns. Raised in the mountainous area in southern Mulgore, she was exiled by her bigoted father for choosing the way of the warrior rather than the druid. She shook the dust of her former home off her hooves and went on her new path, never looking back. Emlyn began focusing on her training and gaining strength in all aspects of herself. For a while, her sister tried to contact her when she had met a similar fate, but Emlyn stubbornly refused contact until Milanna mentioned her new clan and family. At that point, Emlyn realized that if she did not restore contact with her sister, she would lose the only sane (in her opinion) family she ever had.

=Current= Emlyn still trains hard, but every now and then she will meet with Milanna at a location of choosing to catch up and spend time with each other. The warrior was also wheedled by a familiar and strange shaman to join his clan, which she did reluctantly (mostly to make Bresharn shut up).