Nymphistra

Name: Nymphistra Stormwhisper Ranulfsson.

A.K.A: Nym, or Nymph.

Title: Social Butterfly, and Savage Nymph. (excuse the pun).

Vital Stats

Race: Night Elf, but she thinks she's a dwarf.

Age: 139-ish, something like that. She looks as though she's in her late twenties though.

Class: Rogue, assassin. (like we need anymore of those..)

Sex: Female.

Hair: Shoulder length dark blue hair.

Eyes: Glowy, dark blue eyes.

Weight: Go away...

Height: 6'11

Description: Nym's tall for her people's standards, and when I say people, I mean dwarves. She's always happy, and personality shows that. She expects the best out of people, and is sorely disappointed when they prove her wrong... Then she makes it her mission to make them nice. She's weird like that.

She always has a trick up her sleeve, or rather a knife, and she never is without her black parasol in her hand, or attached to her belt.

Otherwise, she looks like a fairly normal Night Elf, although the right side of her face markings are missing.

History: Nymphistra was born in Winterspring, a long time ago. She was trained and taught by her parents in the art of killing, spying, and many other things useful to an assassin. For a long time, she just did jobs for various people for various reasons, but when the Third War rolled around, she had been caught in Felwood when the Infernals fell from the sky.

She was attacked by a few, and suffered from many wounds and head trauma. She lost her memory and her other personality, Red, was born from the taint she received from the Infernals and her anger.

Arik Ranulfsson, Alrik's father, found her a year later, and searched for her parents. It turned out that they had been killed, so Arik took Nym as his daughter, since the memory loss left her with a childlike attitude, and brought her home to Ironforge in that same year.

When the war finally finished, Alrik had come home to find out he now had a younger elven sister. Much confusion followed.

A few more years past, and here she is.