Hybrid

"Stereotypes are over-rated," thought Rethdrian to herself as she stepped from the druid's tree where she had been training. She had never been one to fall into a set way of doing things, rather wishing to go with the flow. Especially as a Sentinal, the ability to adapt to situations had saved her ass many times over the years.

She was a little bit shorter than most of the other women night elves, though still a good half head taller than most other races of the Alliance. Her eyes shone with the familiar faint glow of her race that ended up looking like stars twinkling in the forest.The hue of her skin was a very dark purple that allowed her to blend into the night easily, and her softly round face shone several different tattoos tastefully accentuating her gentle features. Her body was also nothing shallower men would shout about compared to the many other women of her race with full, rounded curves. Her breasts were small, yet firm, which she had always told herself would help in combat, not to have them flopping about. She did have curves, but subtle ones that could only really be admired without the mask of clothing.

As she stepped from the place of training, another druid perked his eyes up at her, smiling with relief. "Oh thank goodness," he said with a sigh as he approached her. "I wasn't sure when another adventurer would come along. Please help me, good druidess."

Rethdrian sighed quietly to herself. She had always preffered to be a loner and not accept these quests. Still, the young man did seem well intended, and in need of help...