: Synfindel SathynAge
: Air Princess of the Kingdom of Sathyn'sathiaAppearance
Synfindel's skin is a dark metallic purple with shimmering flashes of what looks like lightning that run across her skin periodically as if she was constantly charged with electrical energy. Her eyes constantly flash as if a lightning storm raged deep her in almost black eyes. Her hair shines a charged silvery yellow like lightning and looks almost crystalline but is still soft; however when ruffled in the wind it becomes “hard” as if like crystal but when calm and having a hand or comb run through it, her hair is smooth and parts like normal hair.
The princess possesses a tight fit body, able to perform acrobatic feats unlike most others, able to use the natural or created wind to aid her greatly and make her movements seem almost unnaturally fluid almost as if she was air itself. Her womanly features are impressive but are not overly large yet still quite appealing to any male who beholds her. Basic Personality
: Synfindel is a calm spirited woman by nature and is not easily angered but can be easily annoyed. She has emotions like you would expect from a woman, sometimes easily offended, other times overly emotional in certain circumstances, however, she retains a nominal control over her emotions through training and a natural ability to control herself in all areas of her being. There is spunk beneath the calm and it shows at times, manifesting itself in some mischief among other things, though mischief is rare among these qualities.
She tends to be staid more than blanching under stress but she is untested in many things, sexual chief among them and as of yet has no idea how she would react in such a situation. In the realm of war she had some first hand experience but was kept back by her father for he feared greatly for her safety, only grudgingly allowing her to accompany his finest men into a minor skirmish.
Synfindel is not weak nor a fool but she is not yet fully matured and experienced in all the ways of life. At times she seems quite immature while at other times she seems almost too mature for her age. There is much to her and yet so little.
Among some talents, dancing chief among them she is able to sing quite well her voice haunting and caring a quality of the air itself. She often sings as she dances, whirling and brandishing her beloved sword to and fro as her dance sways seemingly of its own accord. History
: When the war erupted, Synfindel was still learning the ways of the sword dance, an art practiced by most but an art mastered only by the military, the king, and his progeny. It was still a far away occurrence upon arrival that the Fire nation sought dominance over the others. It was unclear if every nation was out for itself or if the Fire initiated this war to weaken the others so it could then come in and gain control; either way, Synfindel dutifully continued to become the princess her father wished her to be while thinking little of the war.
When news came of the troubles her people had in the fight she became more and more interested and desired to help. Her father would have nothing of it but as time passed was forced to relent, fearing she would disobey him and run off; so instead he did the best he could, sending his best men as her escort into a zone known to be contested lightly by the Fire lord. This was where she honed her fighting and acrobatics to its current state, by no means mastery but of fine quality and skill never the less, comparable to some of her fathers best men.
The horror of war, however, was not something she had expected and despite her prowess with a blade increasing, her taste for war died the moment she killed her first opponent and the gore and blood she saw would scar her. It was not debilitating, nor horrific but it left her lacking a little of her previous spark. She still was a bright happy woman but her innocence, her belief in a bright world, was dead. Now, she fit in with her fathers soldiers just a little bit better unlike before as she had when she first rode out with a smile on her face to confront her enemies.
After the war had ended she had thought her life would return to a semblance of normalcy, albeit under the rule of the Fire lord now. Little did she know that the Fire King desired the daughters of those he conquered. This news struck a huge blow to her, leaving her speechless and despondent for many hours as she battled with herself to reconcile this fate. After a mental battle she managed to compose herself enough to not seem like a fear stricken child faced with mortal peril and handed her most cherished sword to her father for safe keeping. Perhaps someday she could dance with it in her grasp once more, letting the wind carry her along.