Vy'thanis Felbane

Tall and sturdy, Vyth is built like a man who should be swinging swords not slinging spells. His apparent novice casting skills seem to make it clear he hasn't been at this mage gig for long. Half the time he's putting out fires on his robes, and the other half the time he's chasing errant wisps of arcane energy floating untended through the streets. Walking softly isn't one of his skills either; he stomps like a Tauren in a crystal shop.

He's got a ready, charming smile framed by a scruff of beard on his jaw, and a soft tenor voice. His dark hair has a faint blue sheen to it, less like a raven's wing and more like the iridescence on a soap bubble. Heavy scars band both tawny-skinned wrists but he makes no effort to conceal them. With a friendly demeanor and a childlike excitement about the world, he's often called either adorable or annoying if you ask around.

Those who get quite personal and friendly may discover he smells like incense smoke and citrus fruit.

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Pronunciation: "Vih-than-niss"
House: Shadowspite
Nicknames: Vyth, Skyseeker, nosy git
Motto: "Cats. Cats are nice."
Scars: Gnarled burn scars on both wrists.
Affiliations: Scryers, Tirisgarde
Languages: Thalassian, Common, Orcish, Draenei, Draconic

At a Glance:
Smells like... Woodsy incense smoke and citrus fruit.
Dark-skinned elf. Contrary to available skin-tone choices in the game, this character has tawny brown skin.
Shiny! Wearing a delicate gold chain at his throat, bearing a teardrop-shaped blue pearl.
Heavy steps. Walking softly isn't one of his skills; he stomps like a Tauren in a crystal shop.

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This azure-scaled netherwing drake is quite clearly still growing into his full shape. His scales are small and fine, more snake-like in appearance than draconic. As with all his kin, he seems to phase partially into the Nether, particularly around his wings. Around his front legs, the scale pattern is heavily damaged and probably permanently scarred, the bands of damaged tissue some sort of shackle scar. His hide is well-kept otherwise, and he seems to be both friendly and fluent in Thalassian. Unless you’re a warlock. He tends to eye warlocks with the same sort of contemplative expression lions reserve for particularly fat gazelles.

You may know him if:
* You worked with the Scryers at the Sanctum of Stars.
* You were at the back gate of Orgrimmar during the Legion invasion.
* You frequented the Dalaran University library around the first Winter Veil in the Broken Isles.

When he's not chasing bits of magic down the street or carrying armloads of books around or gawking openly at the spires of Silvermoon, he's been known to live in a small studio flat on the second floor of a low-rent apartment building on the northern side of the city with another elf who plays guitar on street corners.

Asking around will reveal that 'back in Outland' is a common phrase out of his mouth and folks who see him frequently suspect he's a returned Sunfury or Scryer. Asking him directly will get a laugh and some sort of comment about dragons.

He tends to stare at warlocks with an inhumanly cold, contemplative stare accompanied by a licking of his lips. It's quite like the expression lions reserve for particularly fat gazelles. Known warlocks sometimes admit it's a little bit unnerving.