Sr. Talmarisa has the typical swaying walk and relaxed posture of a Sin'dorei woman. Smaller in stature, definitely ligher in weight than all Horde women except, perhaps, a Forsaken one, she looks fragile and almost delicate... a ballet dancer rather than an aerobics instructor. Her robes are not fancy, but they are neat and well-kept. Her pale hair is kept tucked up in a bun atop her head. If she can, she will remain hooded.
She is obviously a religious sort. Formerly a cloistered nun, she was sent out by the reserve forces from Silvermoon, to aid the war efforts in Northrend. That she was not happy to leave the shelter of sanctuary should be taken for granted. That this quiet priestess is incapable of killing... should be a thing to cause amusement. Her gaze is direct, but without challenge. She has obviously been proven in battles most dire and knows she has nothing to prove to anyone any longer, least of all herself.
This knowledge is reflected in her walk, her quiet manner of speaking with another, her no-nonsense attitude towards tending a long list of daily tasks and occasional requests for assistance. And when you hear her light voice raised in a Hymn of Hope, it would be hard for your spirit not to be lightened, or your soul refreshed, for Sr. Talmarisa is a priest, a holy priest, one who walks in the glory of the Sun, and she will heal whomever needs to be healed, whenever, and wherever that may be.
Tal is one who wanders endlessly, seeking the flowers and herbs of the fields, forests, deserts and snows. She can harvest anything, anywhere, no matter how exotic a plant, or common, or its location. She takes great delight in brewing potions, elixirs and flasks of wondrous fluids from the plants she harvests. This thus makes her:
Talmarisa Te'Valashir... priestess, nun... adventurer, healer, explorer... have you seen her don her robes of state, take up an ancient Staff that only one of her calling may wield? Were you one of those who watched her walk through the shadows, glowing with a power those times had seldom seen? She is not as young as she seems, this gentle priestess, nor as weak as many believe. Time and experience have wrought cold iron in her bones and ice in her veins. There is little she fears to face and much that she has seen pass.
Take note of the war horse she rides, a stallion, its red trappings tattered and worm. She sees him not like this. Rather does she ride what he once was, the powerful steed that succumbed to the plauge that took so many countless others. The horse was trained for one purpose: to carry its rider to war. Talmarisa is one who has seen war, from defending the Gulch against sniping Alliance, to standing proudly with her companions as they drive the invaders from Arathi. She has joined the Frostwolves to stop invasions and stood firm defending the tower of her people. The gentle priestess has healed in personal combat against deadly foes, both of the Alliance and Horde. She has felt her blood sing at the victories, been given the rewards worthy of one of skill and honour. Perhaps she is not so gentle as one might think, hmm?
You won't learn much about her, mind you, not from speaking with her. Something has made her so tightly wrapped that she is almost brittle at times. Knowing her, who she is, what she is, is something many turn from, eventually. The one who can crack her shell, really know her, has yet to appear in her life.
Seldom known for lacking in social graces, Talmarisa is exquisitely polite. This would lend itself to the belief that she comes from a birth of slightly higher than common stock. Access to the priesthood is seldom offered to peasants and serfs. Her words are educated and she can converse intelligently on a variety of topics, when you can get her into an extended conversation on subjects other than what plant grows where, or who almost died when, or when and where her next task will take her.
She might talk of fishing and a father who was disappointed with her inability to do so with more than moderate success. She might talk of how to run a household during festival and feast days and the extensive preparations required to host a company of visitors and their men-at-arms. Talmarisa might even make passing reference to societal marriage traditions and her total distaste of such, right before adroitly changing the subject to something innocuous. It is the rare person who can manage to find a way to get her to speak of her family and what has been lost through the passage of time and wars. Her gentle comment is generally a form of: "We have all lost so much. To dwell upon our losses is futile."
Talmarisa avoids Silvermoon City though. It is quite likely that something prevents her from spending any sort of time at all in the Sin'dorei's new capital city. It may be family related, but she is not forthcoming about her reasons for staying away.
The gentle priestess is known to walk a more solitary path through life. She eschews partnerships other than those strictly relating to the business of the day, but her loyalty to a cause, faction or clan is strong. Once her word is given, it would take a legion of demons from the nethermost planes to thwart her. The closed look that comes over her when asked about her family, or friends, or her chosen state in life is coupled with the brisk words of: "I am a nun." Duty drives her, shields her, blocks what she is not willing to deal with from her mind. It is her comfort and warmth. When all has failed her, "duty" remains behind, a refuge."Friends" have failed her; family has gone, leaving her alone. Companions have vanished without a trace, but "duty" is always there.
Generally quite willing to follow orders and be a part of the supporting network of any effort, she can, does and has taken leadership roles in major offensive strategies, leading others safely through dark dangers and evil holes of enemies. It is easy to take her quiet, unassuming manner for weakness, youth, uncertainty... easy, but perhaps quite foolish. The walls around her are thick and strong. No one gets behind them without being a trusted companion. Sr. Talmarisa does not trust easily. Is there something behind her that has made her this way? For most people, this would be the case. What pain, what betrayal, what loss... what could have forced her to become like this?
She maintains there is nothing special about her, that she is just another cleric doing her duty to her people and their allies. Ah, but when she is alone, or believes herself to be, and her walls slip, the forlorn soul that hides within might peer up over the lip of the deep well of her eyes and show a watchful eye something different. But if one were to look for a famous family member, or illustrious honours in her history, one would be sorely disappointed.
And were there a theme song for her, it might go something like this...
What can engender such longing in a soul? For Talmarisa, it is something no one has managed to draw from her as yet, but the hollow left by the passing of... the Sun only knows what... is obvious in what she does not say or do, not because she willingly talks to anyone about it.