Typical rogueish leather armour, tough but flexible. Invariably vendor bought, traded or auctioneered.
Casual wear includes dark pants, a white linen shirt and a sturdy vest that's just enough to offset her feminine figure to the point where she can quite easily be taken for a slim young man - a fact she enjoys capitalising on.
Highly preferential towards masculine attire when it comes to formal wear, up to and including a complete tailored tuxedo set. No matter what it'll cost.
Sword and dagger; assortment of throwing knives and homemade grenades and bombs.
Easygoing and amiable when at ease. Highly capable of adapting her approach as the situation requires, though she always maintains a distinct low alto.
The casual-adventurous type. Takes each day as it comes, sporting a fairly carefree attitude about life and its enjoyments - unless she's on a mission of particular importance, in which case it will have her full attention until she finishes her business.
Has a tendency to be rather selective about authority. She adresses superiors respectfully if not always formally, in the case she does consider them superiors. Otherwise she'll treat them as the next guy, or simply not pay attention at all.
Quite humorous and will gladly laugh at her own jokes, even if no-one else does. Very tomboyish, to the point of behaving more like a man than a woman. Likes to act suave, and can exhibit an almost demonstratively flirtatious streak at times.
Possesses an adamant personal integrity, and bothers very little about other people's opinion of her. Respect her, and she will respect you back. Don't respect her, and she will happily ignore you. Until you start insulting her, that is. Then she'll most likely keep prodding you on just to see what depths of vulgarity you're prepared to sink to in order to get a rise out of her.
Despite what most people may think, she's quite intelligent and has remarkable focus and deduction skills. Always highly respectful towards archivists and record-keepers. Has a significant soft spot for books. Let her inside a library, and it'll be a while before she gets out again. Even if she's on a mission.
Likes to adopt a lazy drawl when around uptight people, purely for the entertainment of watching them fume/fluster. If it does make them loosen up a little, all the better.
Finds a somewhat unappropriate enjoyment in teasing cute girls, especially when she's had a couple rounds of liquour.
Engineering for its many and varied applications in a Rogue's repertoire; mining for resources; cooking for self-sustainment and fishing for the relaxation.
Highly adept with the classic abilities of a sword-dagger rogue. Agile and ruthless in combat; not too shabby at throwing either.
A very capable reader from experience and incessant practice.
Very rarely beholden to superiors and will not have anyone order her around unless she chooses it. Has a deeply ingrained loathing towards oppression, whether against herself or others - be they Alliance or not.
Tends to get sidetracked a little too easily. Especially by cute girls.
Also tends to get a slight migraine whenever she uses a mage portal. She invariably blames this on the mage that cast the portal in the first place ...
Herself, for the time being.
Orphaned during the Second War, no close friends or companions.
Has a certain, lingering fondness for Brother Paxton, the librarian of Northshire Abbey.
Will most likely have at least one in every corner of the world once she's done with it. She cares little for grudges herself.
Mission
"You won't get anything done if you don't make enemies every so often."
To seek her limits.
To live her life to the fullest.
History
Nortshire Abbey
One of countless orphans left in the wake of the war against the Orcish Horde, Tuan was raised by the monks of the Northshire Abbey alongside many other children that had been likewise bereft of parents and guardians. She quickly learned to fend for herself, nabbing extra food morsels here and there, to bite and bite back and where to take refuge when the boys would get too boisterous. The abbey's library became a regular hideout, where she would stroll in and out of the winding shelves, looking at the covers and occasionally pulling out a book and paging through it at random. Naturally, the monks would invariably shoo her out whenever they found her, and this in turn made her increasingly skilled at hiding herself from prying eyes.
Exactly how she went about it will probably never be known, but somewhere along the line she learned to read in bits and pieces. When the librarian discovered her one day, curled up in a hidden corner and deeply engrossed in one of the larger tomes, he decided to allow her the luxury of moving about the library at will as well as educate her more in-depth, which further cemented her interest in and respect towards literature.
As soon as the boys started to come of age, the local sherriffs wasted no time in rounding them up and beginning to pound the legendary Stormwind discipline into them. At this point, Tuan began to realise her fascination with bladed combat. Like the other girls, she would regularly watch the sword drills, but for a radically different reason than the young swooning females lining up along the training fence - she observed and memorized, noted patterns and techniques and paid attention to the officers' barked instructions. She would often sneak in late at night and "borrow" a practice sword for a few hours, before a drill sergeant would catch her and roughhouse her off.
It didn't come as a surprise when she volunteered in the training regiment the following spring, and she quickly found her hands full. She wasted little effort returning the challenges that would inevitably crop up between the trainees, establishing her combat style as one built on agility and mobility rather than brute strength. If the officers took notice, they didn't show it - but they did take notice of the determined young woman's obvious battle talent.
It is perfectly possible that she could have become one of the finest soldiers Stormwind had seen in a long time, had it not been for her inherent difficulty with authority - or, rather, the difficulty said authority would face whenever she didn't acknowledge it as such. Following a succession of less successful drill sergeants, she was unceremoniously dumped from the training regiment. True to her form, she took this as an invitation to set her feet onto the path of the rogue instead, and has since found it much more rewarding than all the laurels in the realm.
-- A number of chance encounters has earned her a few unexpected acquaintances: the distinguished ArchDruid Pterneldan Crossdeep, purely by virtue of constantly running into each other while the elderly Kaldorei was busying himself with cataloguing the human lands for a personal project; and Theluin Moonwhisper, Druid of the Antler gone Priest of Elune, whom she more or less bumped into while taking a stray wander through the Stormwind Library during one of her bookhunts (their quickly discovered mutual interest proved to be a very potent icebreaker).
-- While carrying out a number of semi-covert recovery jobs in and around the ghost town of Moonbrook in Westfall, she more or less inadvertently had her first run-in with undead - in the form of deceased Dwarven excavators, apparently reanimated by rogue necromancers and subsequently pressed into service in a presumably abandoned mine beneath the village barn. The experience unbalanced her somewhat, and she was shortly after seen boarding The Bravery as it was making port in Stormwind, bound for distant Kalimdor. Exactly what transpired across the seas is largely unknown, but she did return a number of weeks later (carrying a somewhat rude amount of bounty money with her) and promptly made for the Redrigde province.
Currently bunked in the Lakeshire Inn in Redrige
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A fascination with bladed combat that grew over time, coming to the fore when she volunteered in the Goldshire training regiments in her late teens. (Her time in the military didn't last long.)
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