Warlord Sylindra Filinnar
The right plan executed tomorrow is better than wrong plan executed today.
Description: There is confidence in the way Sylindra carries herself. The golden green eyes are narrow, and the fine dark eyebrows that frame them often tilt down in an expression that is serious, but not quite a frown. Her raven ebony hair is long and when it flows freely, goes down to her mid-back. While her facial features could be described as harsh, there is elegance and beauty in them, the kind that is left purposely unembellished. Her skin is a smooth olive tone, and her trim frame shows the muscle definition of a seasoned warrior.
(Bruises across her body indicate a recent spar. She carries them with swagger so it must have been fun.)
Personality: Sylindra is known for being stubborn, and while she is as passionate as most Thalerith are, she is methodical in how she approaches problems, often considering several angles and outcomes before committing to a decision. This doesn't mean she's slow witted, on the contrary, but she'd rather be right than act too fast and be wrong. She is patient, but when provoked her anger easily bubbles to the surface. She prefers actions to words, but when she speaks is usually with intent and meaning, rather than to try and appease.
Background: It was the perfect night for a hunt, and while Thelindra was close to giving birth at any moment, Aleandra couldn't waste a night like this, and her daughter would not be left behind. And whenever Thelindra went hunting, her husband Norgath followed. So the three of them left for a night hunt with clear skies and a full large moon tinted yellow up in the sky. They rode off into the desert on their battle cats, until they found their prey a herd of sand rhinos. It was a fierce battle, as sand rhinos aren't known for their meek demeanors, Norgath was injured, but not fatally. However, once the battle was over, a crisis of another kind developed. Thelindra went into labor, Aleandra wasted no time in sending Norgath back to Nashari to get a priestess of Brundir, and injured as he was, Norgath rode as swift as the wind. While they waited for the priest, Aleandra helped her daughter deliver the child at a camp they had built inside a cavern. It was like that, in the middle of the desert and her mother covered in the blood of a savage sand rhino that Sylindra entered the world.
Most of her youth was spent training, and most of her training was supervised by her grandmother, but provided by her parents. Norgath taught her how to hold a weapon and use it, and would often spar with her and sometimes her two uncles would join in. Her mother was responsible for teaching her how to survive, and whenever they traveled outside of Nasheri and its desert, Thelindra made sure to teach young Sylindra about those lands, and how to survive in them. The rest of the time she usually spent with Aleandra, or bullying her younger brother, out love of course. Aleandra filled in the blanks between the lessons given to her by her parents.
While many men courted Sylindra, she ended up marrying Aganor Sedriel. It was an odd choice, considering the difference in their temperament, but whenever asked about it, Sylindra would simply shrug in response. Their marriage was blessed with two children, twins, who were born right before the Mortal Strife, which thankfully had little effect on her family. Her parents would live to then die during the Eradication War, right before the Third Migration. They sacrificed themselves to ensure that the Thalerith would live on, they were named heroes by her uncle Gorgath, the Warlord at the time. Losing them was a painful blow, but in her struggle she found strength, and in her strength she found life. After they had established themselves in Nasherat, and encouraged by her grandmother, she challenged her uncle for leadership and won after he yielded. Her marriage to Aganor helped her secure her position, and her husband worked to smooth out relationships with any potential challengers. So far she has proved to be an adept leader, whether that continues or not, only time will tell.
|Arminel||Not the sort to deal in doubt or pity, nor swerve for fact or jest. Few command as widespread a reputation as she, nor exude as palpable an aura of authority. Her Kin speak of her with awe, and others with fear or incomprehension. To balance that duality is a skill that does not come naturally, nor without a ruthless dedication to her cause.|
|Dalarin||The Warlord is as boistrous and decisive as ever. I respect her no-nonsense demeanor. I am, however, going to continue standing very, very far away from her bitey pet.|
|Ellyn||It is easy to understand why she is the Warlord of the Thalerith. I see strength and cunning in her words and thoughts. She would make a formidable ally even in the hardest and most lean of times and one I could easily spend time with making quips or discussing military tactics.|
|Garett||The Warlord of Thalerith. It does not seem that her manners improve in person|
|Noelani||Warlord. She is impressive. Much more so when I heard she had a port.|
|Nyssa||She can seem a little intimidating....ok -really- intimidating, but she was far more pleasant to speak to than I had thought. I guess that is on me for judging someone based on appearance and reputation alone. She is sharp and to the point, but there's a kindness to her that I didn't expect, and her words are wise and well considered.|
|Pyrravyn||A wise leader, one who will surely help us grow. I only hope she tends to her own growth as well.|
|Saga||The Warlord is as fierce as stories claim! I look forward to hearing tales of the Thalerith under her command.|
|Seren||It has been a great while since last I spoke to the Warlord. Her view of things has not changed and she spoke with great confidence in regard to military movements and unity among troops. I can appreciate the great depth of knowledge and her view of things.|
|Shamash||She reminds me of the desert: dealing with her unprepared leaves one bloodied and exhausted. I have been long removed from the politics of my people, but she is fierce, if nothing else.|
|Yvette||Animal training through peasant maiming. If that's not the Thalerith for you, I don't know what is!|