Name: Dathwed Sunstriker<br/>Race: female Blood elf<br/>Age: 124, appears to be in her late teens.<br/><br/>(( Can't help m'self heh- gotta jump in now or ill miss all the good stuff!))<br/><br/>Dathwed grunted as she jumped over yet another foul smelling stream of green muck. "...can never find my way around this cursed place..." she muttered, grunting as her sword jabbed into her ribs. While she enjoyed the clean, archaic atmosphere of the Dalaran streets, she knew that the thirst for power might overwhelm her. So she wandered the sewers, as far away from the top world and all its magic as she could be.<br/><br/>The warrior was short for a Blood Elf, possibly caused by a human ancestor. Her blood red hair swayed in the horses tail she had it tied in to and tickled the back of her bare neck. Female armor was light, true, but also scandalous. The top was cropped low enough to show more then a little cleavage, and the bottom was basically a loincloth. The Tabard of Orgrimar was the only thing keeping her decent.<br/><br/>Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Dathwed grinned in spite of herself. "An inn! Great- I could use a drink." Ignoring the looks (for she was always talking to herself), she strode through the doors quietly, grin blazing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>