Titrit Sel't'ra

Puny Elf

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• Basic Information

  Name Titrit Sel't'ra (Tit-trit Sel-TEER-rah) Race Nightborne (Previously Nightfallen) Eyes Glowing lavender, bordering on pink (Wide, alert, darting) Complexion Dark, unsaturated violet (Stretched taught over her bony body) Voice High, reedy (Often filled with panic)

  Age Young adult (Very much so appears to be a youngling, however) Height 6'5 (Very below average for her race) Weight 150lbs (Very, very underweight) Scent Herbs, herbs, herbs (She carries a scarf stuffed with them to ward off stink) Vocation ??? (Street urchin? Professional cupcake pilferer?)

• History

  Titrit was born in the heart of Suramar City to a sickly mother, her family lowborn merchants. Growing up had been hard - not only was Titrit herself born just as unwell as her mother, but Arcwine rationing meant she did not have what she needed to grow strong and healthy...though it's not entirely clear if that was ever in the cards, anyway. Due to her conditions growing up, Titrit was often kept inside, and didn't make many friends...or learn quite how to function in such a harsh society.
  
  It was last year that her parents became casualties in Elisande's first attempt to quash the rebellion against her tyranny. Titrit herself likely would have fell to the Felborne scum who crashed through her childhood home were it not for a Hero whose name she never even learned. Even so, once the regime was brought down, the rebellion had hardly set aside resources to care for what they saw as an adult, beyond the singular Arcandor fed her. Titrit was on her own, soon enough.
  
  With little to her name and no family left, Titrit made do however she could. A soon discovered knack for enchanting and a creative mind drove her to steal more than just food: materials, specifically. Basements were often easily broken into, too, so living spaces weren't her biggest issues. Really, while Titrit wasn't...thriving, per se, she certainly learned quickly how to survive.
  
  When the alliance with the Horde was made, Titrit was quick to slip away from the harsh reality of Suramar, and discover a whole new world. ...Mainly of bad smells. Very bad smells. But that's just something for her to work on, no? And so she has. Titrit's obsession rapidly became curing the Horde of its incredible stink. Combining enchanting and alchemy techniques picked up on the fly (along with all the ill-begotten mats she can get her hands on), Titrit has developed various personal enchantments to rid just about anyone of multiple particular stinks, including: Body odor; wet dog (cow, panda, troll..) smell; and, currently in development: decay.

• Recent Encounters

  • Possibly saving her foolish little life, Titrit was caught stealing from the Royal Apothecary in Under City by one Balqir, a Nightborne rogue...and quickly whisked away, questioned, and...fed. Huh?
    
    
  • Apparently having maintained a relationship with the seemingly grouchy young rogue, Titrit has found Balqir repeatedly, appearing likely whenever she's found herself hungry. Some day, she might actually manage to take the man's food without him noticing.... The fact he's teaching her precisely how to helps.
    
    
  • But she's not quite good enough, yet, it seems, seeing as she was caught in the act yet again in Silvermoon City by one Ula'xoiur, an incredibly old Nightborne Warlock. After being given a terrible fright and captured by a rope of imps, Titrit was convinced he wasn't there to murder her. In fact, turns out he paid for her theft. The awkward elder elf then began to take quite the interest chattering with the little urchin about her inventions. At some point, a Blood Elf named (need to obtain name from list) joined the conversation (via Ula'xoiur acting as interpreter), and the youngling found herself fed once more, and even offered lessons in enchanting. ... Titrit, however, scurried away very quickly when questioned about her living situation.

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