Aerybeth Duskfalcon

Name: Lady Aerybeth Duskfalcon, Commandant of The Grey Wolves and Knight Master.

Race: Sin'dorei

Class: Paladin

Professions: Mining 450 and Enchanting 410

Brief Physical Description:

The first thing that strikes one looking at Aerybeth is her build; she has maintained the healthy robustness known in the days of the Sunwell, and bears a body forged in training for battle. Her limbs are defined by well formed curves of muscle, and she proudly bares a smooth stomache bordered by a single line on each side. She wears and moves in her armor with the same grace her sisters were given to move in a dress, and dances with a blade as well as any wife with her husband. Her skin is slightly pale, though easily given to tan in open sunlight.


Her otherwise blemishless skin is marred by smooth, straight nearly white lines; the marks garnered as the price for victory in combat and protecting one's charges. The worst of these scars unfortunately is open to see running across the front of her graceful neck.


Her face is striking and proud, gentle cheekbones leading one to the haughty curve of her jaw. Her silence leads one to her emerald green eyes, which look upon whoever has her attention as if judging their worth.

Brief Personality Description:
Aery, like so many former High Elves who survived the corruption of the Sunwell's energies and was spared devolution into a Wretched, is a contradiction of high spirits from past days and the hard reality now faced by the race. Gone are the days of her frequent frustration at being unable to communicate, as once again her radiant golden voice caresses ears by the grace of the Wolves' communication stones. Her adeptness at warping the magic of the Wolfstones now allows her even to speak at close range with those who do not possess them.

Likes: Drinking, good comrades and company, form fitting armor that appeals to her vanity while keeping her endowments out of the way, the Church of the Light. Her coal-black Paladin Charger, which she named Intrepid - who shares her mischievious nature.

Dislikes: Long hauls in the field that test her resistance to sour body odor, Silvermoon Nobles who have sat back as everything she has fought for was first tarnished, and then thrown away. She is no large fan of war mongerers on either side, be they Varian Wrynn loyalists or supporters of Garrosh's unchecked aggression.

Goals and Motivators: Aery wants only to see her people protected and prosperous again, politics being what they are, wearing the Blue of the Lion of Stormwind would make this an impossibility, and a heated rivalry that blossomed into hatred with a Champion of the Order made continued affiliation with the Blood Knight Order out of the question early on after arriving in Silvermoon. And so, she ran with the Wolves. In the face of the Scourge Invasion, she seized control of the Pack and organized a Counteroffensive to draw pressure off the capital cities. In the wake of the events leading up to and after the reignition of the Sunwell, she has come to the Order again, to continue to better herself as well as make more of an example of her own piety and dedication where others can see and hopefully draw inspiration.

Hobbies and Talents:
Aery enjoys drinking contests and feats of strength, either performing or watching them, as this is how the soldiers she travelled with entertained themselves. She will never pass up an opportunity to try a new drink, and has actually shrugged off a poisonous drought or two due to her immense fortitude from years of growing intoxicated off unorthodox concoctions. Speaking of poisons, she also is trying her hand at preparing food as a result of long missions in Northrend that keep her away from the Inn or supply lines. It is lucky for her that her stomache is cast-iron, as her cooking is nowhere near as good as her swordplay.