Daytura Metal

=Appearences and such=


 * Ms. Metal know's she's beautiful, but doesn't care unless it can be used to her advantage.
 * Though lacking the typical flamboyant vanity of her kind, she is rarely seen with out her hair and make-up 'Done'
 * Likes brightly colored clothes and jewelry, but not overly extravagant.
 * Scars fading, but still very visible, encircle both wrists.

=Nature=


 * Well mannered and spoken enough to rival any noble.
 * Usually quiet but smiles a lot, quick to laugh and find humor in even the most sticky situations.
 * Prone to dark moods and brooding.
 * She's a bit of a sadist, thought this is a closely guarded secret.
 * Loves the woods and isolated places. Was taught to use a bow by her brother-in-law and is her prefered ranged weopon.
 * Keeps an odd collection of quotes, poems and folksongs.
 * In unguarded momens can be heard singing a chillingly beautiful and haunting lullby.

Ms. Daytura Metal, was not very long ago a nice little blood elf. She was pious, respectful, loving, kind, and a good wife. These traits are still present, only eclipsed. =Things Past=

The child
Uneventful, was this childhood. The daughter of good folk. A smith and an apothecary/midwife. Ladr’nesh and Aesthet Hawkfir, both from well respected families, though not noble. Day and her mischievous best friend “Micros.” got along famously, and are still often seen together. When her father died Daytura and her mother moved from the City to a small cabin on the river bordering Ghostland.When first she set eyes on Mal’dran Darkleaf, in Tranquillen, her heart sang. He was absolutely gorgeous, even among the elves, he stood out. A ranger no less and brother to the more famous Keltus Darkleaf. He smiled his swaggering cock sure smile and winked at her. She blushed so that even her ears turned red. After a brief courtship and all the usual formalities they were married and set up housekeeping.Innocence LostDaytura sat in the kitchen knitting, the morning Micros came with the news. Captured! Everyone had heard the whispers of what happened to prisoners of war. Things to curl the hair of even the most seasoned. Now her heart was screaming. “Well I’ll just have to go and get him.” she said matter-of-factly. Her mind set steeled itself irrational and stubborn, ignoring all pleas not to go. “I can not stand by and just let him go!” Two days later she had them in her sight. Creeping through the underbrush, concentrating so that she didn’t hear something creeping up behind her. Upon waking to a searing pain in the back of her head, she found herself bound with narrow ropes and lying on the cold ground. Thinking “Oh heavens! What is that stench!” and trying to get a feel for her surroundings. There he was!Mal! There he was! Her beautiful Mal‘dran. He had been so ill-used that very little hint of that beauty was now evident. She let go an involuntary squeal. Oh goddess! Why? She received more than a few licks for this outburst. A lesson in silence that she still remembers, even in the most trusted company. Not very long this beating, Mal’dran Darkleaf died while Daytura watched. Now, instead of being broken down as some would. Her mind became angry. Igniting a small smoldering rage. Sadism it seems is catching. Daytura suffers unbearable guilt at having gotten off relatively lightly. Appearently an unmarked slave is more valuable. And thus it was she came to Stormwind. Through a massive stroke luck, and the aid of the mysterious Mr. Raoul, Mrs. Daytura Metal escaped before antying really bad happened. Here is where she learns the art of not being seen."A family? Me?" More recentlyMs. Daytura Metal became more adept in the art of sneaking, waiting, and even stealing .Her best friend Micros was still around for moral support and a good laugh, but more and more given to bragging about his increasing skills as a caster. It took about thirty minutes for Day to realize that these new employers, the Grey Tiger Tong, were more than just a freight company. Well that and the rumors. Things that nice young ladies shouldn’t even talk about. But the niceness was now much eroded, though not completely gone. In the ensuing weeks and late night conversations in the backroom. She started to get a puzzling, most unexpected feeling. It was almost like having…a family.