Character Backgrounds

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Ularitharion Moonstone was born two thousand years before the War of the Ancients, to a family in the small Kaldorei settlement of Tandralas. He was an unremarkable, if somewhat insular, young elf, with few friends: the closest of these being his younger sister, Colora. When the time came for Ularitharion to choose his path, he became a soldier in the armies of Lord Skyfire, specialising as a scout and tracker. It was in this time that he first became aware of the greatness of the wilderness, which would dominate his later life. He made a new friend as well at this time: Lady Iliciana Skyfire, daughter of Lord Skyfire, whom the young scout began cautiously to court.

When the War of the Ancients struck, and the Burning Legion's forces marched across Azeroth, Ularitharion went to war. Lord Skyfire's forces joined with those of Lord Ravencrest, who led the Kaldorei defence, and Ularitharion was reunited with his sister Colora, who had become a Priestess of Elune at the temple at Suramar. They fought bravely, but it was the actions of a different nascent druid and priestess which saved the world: Malfurion Stormrage and Tyrande Whisperwind. The Moonstone siblings achieved no particular glory save that of surviving.

Following the war, the time came for Lady Iliciana's Choosing, when she would select her life's partner. She promised to Choose Ularitharion, and the two slept together - but later, Ularitharion was visited by a sorrowful Colora, who revealed to him that Iliciana had been promising such to many, and sleeping with many. The scout had seen signs of this before, but blocked them out. His sister's words were the only ones he would believe, that would force him to see the truth, and he angrily confronted Iliciana. The Lady Skyfire laughed at him and denied any love for Ularitharion, and powerless to do anything against her he cursed her and fled from her.

Instead he joined Malfurion Stormrage. The hero was now spreading the teachings of druidism amongst the Kaldorei and gaining many recruits, and so Ularitharion renounced his previous life to live in the wilderness and become one with nature. His bitterness over the affair with Iliciana led to his progress to be slow and halting at first, but he already had a great empathy for the natural world from his time as a scout. Eventually he left his bitterness behind him, along with much of his mortal emotions. He bid farewell to his sister and entered the Emerald Dream to sleep, and there grow further in power and wisdom of the wilderness.

Ularitharion slept too deeply, and did not awake to fight the Burning Legion. He returned to the world to find it greatly changed, and set out to explore it and defend nature once more. He was reunited anew with his sister, the one mortal whom he trusts unreservedly, and few realise that the small house cat she is often seen with is in fact him. At her urging he has also allied himself with a group known as the "Bane of the Twilight," although his reserved demeanour keeps him from truly becoming a member of their ranks. He has not met Lady Iliciana again, and does not know whether she lives or not. Nor does he care. He has expelled her entirely from his heart a long time ago...

In the Twilight's Bane, Ularitharion found himself making friends again for the first time, most notably the beautiful Draenei shaman, Shilandria, but also frequently clashing with the guildmaster, Karnegan. The two failed to see eye to eye on many matters, and Karnegan gradually destroyed himself, becoming a violent, drunken angsting womaniser. Disgusted by his behaviour, Ularitharion abandoned the Bane alongside Shilandria, and the two, whose mutual respect and love for the other was becoming more and more apparent, agreed to found a new order, the Viridian Shield, in defence of the principles which they both held to be important.

Ularitharion is wise and compassionate, but he does not relate well to others or to any sort of emotion after his ten thousand year repose. He is steadfast in what he believes, and tolerant of the beliefs of others. However, his bluntness and his inability to understand how the world of mortals differs from that of the wilderness distances him from others.

[xturbo]

Zetir or better known as Xturbo was born in a small family his father a fisherman and his mother a priestess they lived in a small area called Newman's landing. At the age of 6 he began to train in the arts of thievery it was at this time his father had gotten into problems with a man named Edwin Vancleff, two years later Vancleff stole his fathers boat and killing his mother and father in the process.

At the age of 10 Zetir met another orphan, a young night elf druid named celestaria, she to had no she could rely on except nature, as they began to travel they became closer with each other and both swore that they would make the defias brotherhood pay for their actions together they joined the "Forgotten Vanguard" guild in other to gain allies who might help them

4 years later......
After Zetir told celestaria his feelings and said he loved her she told him she loved him and that she would love him forever. Unfortunately for Zetir fate would beg to differ. after he found out of were Vancleff was hiding Zetir decided to sneak into where Vancleff was hiding and kill him not having told anyone where he was going Zetir sneaked in and almost killed Vancleff but failed and was captured

2 years later......

Zetir now known as Xturbo by his allies and foes has returned after two years of being a prisoner he maneged to escape from his prison, only to find out that everything had changed when he returned he expected a big welcome but what he got was the worse thing that could ever happen. Xturbo found out that the leader of The "Forgotten Vanguard" had changed and that his love that had kept his hopes up for those two years had left him for a much more powerful and older rogue. Xturbo decided that he could no longer be in the "Forgotten Vanguard" and could not speak with his love anymore so he left and remembered that Celestaria told him how important nature was so he decided to protect nature and all its inhabitants that lived peacefully

Present day

Xturbo now a quiet and careful rogue who wishes to protect nature, also wanting to become more powerful and wise, has joined the Viridian Shield a guild dedicated to protect nature. even though still in love with her Xturbo has decided to keep celestaria out of his life. Xturbo has also decided to train till he is as powerful as his new enemy

[adana]

Lander was the daughter and only child of two miners who worked the Jasperlode Mine for the Kingdom of Stormwind. When Lander was three, Kobolds made their first forray into the mine. Lander's parents were among those killed. In the following confusion, Lander ended up at Northshire Abbey, where she was taken in by the Priests of the Light there. She was raised into the priesthood, and has never in her memory used her last name. She also met the Lorderon refugee Fevrier here, also an orphan taken in by the priest of the abbey, with whom she'd later be reunited. At the age of 24, she headed out from Northshire to test her skills and bring the Light to the hard world of Azeroth. Early on, she faced Kobolds, first at Echo Ridge, then at Fargodeep, and finally at Jasperlode where her parents died. She is, however, currently far advanced in power above Kobolds and considers herself avenged. She now works to weed out corruption in Stormwind, a goal she shares with Lady Casteldra.

Adana Molotov was a young engineer and cook among Ironforge Dwarves who ran a small tavern in Gnomeregan among the Dwarves allies, the Gnomes (which is where she picked up her Gnomish accent) before the fall. During that tragic event, Adana was saved from the Troggs by a band of Dwarven paladins, and soon joined their number, largely out of admiration at their martial and spiritual prowess. Later, her husband, Glaive, an archaeologist at the dig near Stonewrought Dam, was killed by Dark Iron Dwarves. Adana despises Troggs and Dark Irons intensively for all the grief they've caused her, and will often go out of her way to see them punished.

Lady Casteldra Andralis was born to a life of privelege and affluence to one of Stormwind's old and aristocratic families who tracked politics and favours in the Keep. She learned the noble skills of etiquette, dance, writing, tailoring, and enchanting from a young age. However, she came to desire more than a simple indolent noble's life, and came to greatly admire her great-grandfather, Archmage Letmius Andralis. Thus, with her family's grudging consent, she began to study magic. As a young mage, she set out to find a place in the world. Through her noble connections and her own research, she has come to suspect the same corruption in Stormwind that Lander's digging up, and she plans to investigate it.

Maryla Tashin was born almost to the sea. Her family had a seafaring heritage, and she grew up in Menethil Harbour. At the age of 19, she got a loan from a Goblin fixer named Nalnorga and commissioned her own trade vessel. She captained the Fireflow her ship, for three years before it was sunk by a Horde dreadnought, stranding her and much of her crew on the coast of Westfall by the lighthouse. Most of her crew's survivors were pressed into the Defias Brotherhood, but she escaped to Elwynn, where she set out to make a new, if mostly landbound, life for herself.

Arday Greentree is a young Night Elf druid who aspires to prove herself to the Cenarian Circle and reach her greatest potential. Though young, she has much drive, energy, and dedication, and is a disciplined and formidable individual for her degree of experience.

Durad Paro is a bounty hunter who once served as a Stormwind Guard. Now discharged from such service, he seeks out to bring in profitable bounties on both humanoids and fel creatures, and is a straight forward though cunning man. He has taken up blacksmithing to keep his equipment in top condition. He reveals little about his early history.

[Thorek]

Thorek Stonebeard was born in Ironforge thirty-two Dwarven years ago. A heavy drinker from age seventeen, this Dwarf is jolly and verbal. His history is as follows.

Thoreks life up to training was usual. His parents were slightly over-protective and Thorek rarely left the saftey of Ironforge. He was slowly growing into a normal stout Dwarf.

As soon as he became the age of ten, he was put into training of the ways of a warrior. He could heft the armor, swing the axe, but there was something else. He healed himself when brawling the other novices. He blessed his weapons before he fought. It was obvious to everyone that he was no warrior, though he was trained as one for five years, making him exceptional with close combat, moreso than most Paladins.

After his arduous and tiring warrior training, he volunteered to be part of the Silver Boars Paladin training for a few years before he left to adventure. He trained as a Paladin for few years before tragedy struck him and all of Ironforge.

A giant demon with two twin-headed dogs attacked Ironforge for reasons that Thorek did not understand. He tried to fight it. He was afraid, but refused to show it. He was too proud to admit that he was afraid. Also, he was a bit drunk, which might've been a factor. The demon killed him quickly without a second glance.

When the demon finally fled from Ironforge, the other Paladins began bringing their fallen kin back to life. Thorek was one of the ones brought back to life. He vowed to not make such a mistake again.

He went on to complete his Paladin training, and decided to buy drinks for all of his comrades in the Paladin platoon of the Silver Boars. Thorek got very drunk in celebration that night. (And also proved that he could drink more than his entire platoon.) He slept well.

The day after, they gave Thorek orders that he was unwilling to do. They asked him to kill a Gnomish Warlock that happened to be one of his friends. Thorek refused and was kicked out of the Silver Boars. Thorek, outraged, smashed his trainer with his hammer and fled to Anvilmar. He got very drunk that night.

No longer welcomed within any Paladin platoons, he seeked out solace elsewhere, discovering the Viridian Shield, which accepted him and his ways. (Even though they do not like Warlocks either.) Thorek was happy with the change from the Paladins to a group of many races and classes. He got drunk that night again.

[shalyn]

Little is known, and probably ever will be of the Druidess named Shalyn Palemoon. But those that wish to know might find themselves rather suprised...

Shalyn was, for a long period of time a great Demon Hunter. Some rumors even say that her blades ripped there way through a few great Doomguards, and Dreadlords during her times of following in the path that Illidan had carved for all of the Demon Hunters to follow. But over the years, she slowly began to reconsider her decision.

Though it was a rightful path, it was one of unbalanced destruction. She would take lives, little else. She soon decided to abandon her life as a Demon hunter and return to her home in Ashenvale.

Over the years her powers began to fade, until she had non at all. Not satisfied with living a life in solitude, Shalyn headed to Darnassus where her teachings in Balance and the ways of being a Druid began.



((below is a photo very similar to what Shalyn looked like as a Demon Huntress))




((also it is kindly expected that no other characters know of the above information. But that can easily be changed by getting to know Shalyn! ^_^))

[Thorek]

((I don't think any characters should know any of our backrounds unless the character explains it.))

[Mantarayce]

Mantaryace was one of the few suriving dreaneii from the exodar crash, havng suffered amnesia from the crash he has no memory of life before the crash. He discovered soon after he awoke that he was a priest however all of what he had learned had been lost to the amnesia. seeking now to regain his lost knowledge Mantarayce wanders the world offing aid when it is needed

[Mantarayce]

silvanosheii is a young elf by even human standards and doesnt have much of a history. He became a druid after wtaching both his parents die from a poison that was found in some rare plants. Seeking to prevent such happenings again he sought out a way to stop poisions and heal them, this lead to his becomeing a druid

[Mantarayce]

very little is known about the mage Raistlinm, it is known that he had always been adept at magic having been an illusionist as a child, and that he once had a brother, though what happend to him none know except possibly Raistlinm himself. some speculated that he killed his brother otheres that his brother died fighting in a heroic battle against the horde, whatever the cause Raistlinm's brother is thought to no longer be in this world.

after the loss of his brother Raistlinm became very solitary not forming attachments to anyone for fear of them leaving as his brother had. While Raistlinm now uses his magical arts in defense of the world he still searches for news of his brother in a vein hope that he might still be alive someplace.....

Regardless of his solitary nature Raistlinm is loyal to a fault and will fight to the bitter end no matter the odds, though he does know that there is a place for fighitng and a place for fleeing, he would always prefer to fight but not at the cost of the lives of his compainions.

Due to his final trials to become a mage Raistlinm now has a strange appearance. He has hourglass shaped eyes which unsettle most who do not know him, and he can someitmes suffer from fits of coughing that can leave him completely helpless for a short period, and his skin has a golden tint to it if seen from any angle but straight on.

[karranaii]

Karranii recalls growing up on the Exodar, but has no recollection of her parents. She has always assumed she is an orphan, although none of the draenei have ever confirmed this. The tenets of the Light were taught to her since early childhood, so she has always considered all draenei to be her family.

Her earliest and fondest memory is of watching the warriors training and wanting very much to become just like them. So, ever since she came of age, the life of the warrior is all she has known. This is why she is very disciplined, respectful, and skilled with both edged and blunt weapons.

However, Karranii is still young and somewhat naive. She is easily impressed by new sights and is too fond of the word "Amazing".

[dragon8dude]

When Gillidas Greenleaf was born and opened his eyes for the first time, a faint glowing yellow showen and thus began his training as a druid. For most golden eyed Night Elves, they became druids, and life for Gillidas was no different.

Never really knowing his family Gillidas Greenleaf stayed with Malfurion Stormrage and learned all he could about the balance of nature and the blessing of being a keeper of the wild. When the dragon Ysera called for him to join her in the Emerald Dream, he slept joyously unaware that the Third War was about to change him forever.

Woken from the Emerald Dream, Gillidas' body hurt from head to toe by the pain the Burning Legion had brought to Azeroth. His Joyous nature now channeled with pain and agony gives Gillidas a new power and willingness to fight. But he will always remember what Malfurion has taught him:

"We are the preservers of the balance, now and forever!"

Now Gillidas Greenleaf travels the world listening to nature and learning all that he can, taking upon himself to gather the plants the earth gives him and making use of the herbs he harvests.

[vyous]

This is a profile for Fosda, my Warlock:

Fosda is a warlock of the Alliance, yes she had parents and childhood friends, she may even have had a sibling or two, though she doesn't talk about them if she did. In truth, her story begins with this statement. Fosda's emergence as an alliance warlock and an adventurer is truly where she steps into the realm of notice, for before she was just another commoner with a few too many books. How did she become a warlock? Why did she choose to become one at all? Ask her this and she will most likely give you a shrug and comment on how Kalrah, her Succubus, can reach up higher on shelves than she can, or how useful fire is for burning away cobwebs in ruins, and then turn her nose back into an interesting tome she had just discovered. She could have just as easily become a mage, and most would picture her more easily as one; however, she chose to become warlock.

Truth be told, one who could not sense the lay lines of magic, or did not see her accompanied by a demon, would never suspect her to be a warlock. She carries no lust for power, or destructive tendencies (excluding the rare instance during which she looses her temper). Instead, she seems very calm, and intellectual, with a thirst for knowledge, not power, that drives her journey. Often she is found strolling along a path, nose deep in a rare book, so intensely reading that she seems oblivious to the world around her.

Nonetheless, with decision to become a warlock, her journey across the world began. She set out across all of the world in search of it's mysteries, and knowledge. As a self-proclaimed historian Fosda has set out gathering the knowledge of the world, and preserving it.

Eventually, her travels brought her to the group of adventurers referring to themselves as the Viridian Shield, and took up a place among them, as her goals were not far from theirs. As they preserved the world, the trees, the forests and all of the physical, she sought to gather and preserve it's knowledge, the stories, the histories and wonders of the intellectual realm.

[leszi]

Motion stirred in the pile of casualties in the Legion Corrupted forests of Felwood. Doom Guards, Scourge and all manner of Fel beasts clashed with Sentinels, Druids, Dryads led by the released Illidan.

That battle was won at a great cost. Tichondrius was stricken dead, but Illidan consumed the fel energies of Gul'dan's skull.

A cough accompanies the stirring and a wounded nightelf is pulled out of the pile of bodies by a pair of Dryad sisters that had come with Malfurion's forces. This nightelf that was nearing death was Leszi. He was taken from that place and nursed back to health, under the care of Remulos and his children.

His memory from before that night is gone. The fel energies ripped it from his mind. As the legion was defeated at Mount Hyjal, Leszi's wounds healed and he recovered his name from the corner of his mind.

Leszi spent time in Nighthaven as the Cenarion Circle was formed in Malfurion's absence. He joined the many tauren and nightelves, becoming a Druid of the Wild.

Being somewhat a blank slate, he pours over any book he can find hoping that some memory might be recovered from a tome of ancient lore.

[karranaii]

Meegaan Earthrunner was born and raised in Darnassus. However, she accompanied her parents on many sojourns into the wilderness of Ashenvale where she learned the ways of the hunter. On one such trip, the family met a mysterious human male named Sargeant Stryker. The human camped with the family for several days. Meegaan often saw her father and mother conferring quietly with the human, speaking in whispers, as if they were sharing secrets. One morning, Meegaan was instructed to go into Astranaar to purchase supplies. When she returned to camp, the family camp was in ruins, obviously ransacked by someone looking for something. However, her parents, the human, and the human's gear had disappeared without a trace. Meegaan has searched diligently for her parents and any clues to the mystery without success. To this day, she has difficulty trusting human males.

[Azaile]

Azaile Ironhelm was born in the back of a wagon travelling from the ruins of Alterac to a new life in Menethil. At the age of sixteen he began training as a smith under his father, Durek, as good dwarves are expected to. His labors in the forge rewarded him greatly, increasing both his strength and fortitude, but also instilling in him a sense of pride at a job well done and the sober virtues of patience and humbleness.
All this was shattered one night when humans came to the forge, dressed in black cloaks and with their faces half swathed in crimson scarves.
"Our master requires your services, master smith." They said to his father. "A small matter of forging a sword, for which you will be well compensated."
Durek was uneasy, he knew of the ones known as the Defias Brotherhood, they controlled much of the shadowy activity throughout the human realms. Many rumors of dark deeds swirled around them. But the opportunity to craft again a mighty weapon instead of the paltry horseshoes and other mundane items a peaceful settlement required was too much for him to resist.
"I shall forge you a mighty weapon human, but I warn you the price shall prove to be high." He warned.
The human smiled, no price could be too high.

Azaile and his father forged a mighty longsword, and poured all lore of their people into it's crafting. The human was well pleased, and demanded the weapon.
Durek refused, for while he had been forging he had also been investigating the human who had commisioned the weapon.
"No power under light could make me give this weapon to you, rebel and traitor, oathbreaker and murderer. The Defias Brotherhood shall never possess the fruits of my forge."
The human skulked away, vowing revenge and Azaile expressed a desire to either hunt down the man and prevent him from following through on the threat or at least truning him into the Guard. Durek refused, saying the human was no threat, but like all his kind, quick to anger and quicker to forget.

Three years later Azaile returned from a buying trip to Ironforge to find his home destroyed, his family murdered, the sword stolen and a red scarve nailed to the doorframe of the house.

Azaile walked away from Menethil and never looked back.

[zarafina]

(( The following represents information that would be found in Zarafina's journal. If you haven't read her journal, you wouldn't know this. Unless of course you find out from her, ICly. ))

The life that was Zarafina, I am told, perished in an accident within the remains of the Exodar ship. In fact .. I doubt that was her name. I used my own when I awoke, and first heard the summons ringing in my ears.

I remember traveling, wearing nothing but a threadbare cloth robe. Hearing the calls of the elders as I fled the ship, then daring the passage through Menethil's harbor, and the wetlands beyond.

I had scarce caught my breath when I found myself trying to dodge those disgusting orcs in the pass. Thankfully, some Dwarven guards came to my rescue, and I was able to continue on.

The city of Stormwind was terrifying and awe-some. I tried to remain hidden, for I felt sure He would be coming for me.

He did.

My first days with Him were dizzying. I learned he had paid a great price to have me summoned to him, for me to take on life among the ones called Draenei. That he did so because he desired to possess me. This was not new to me.

But the world I found myself in was. Strange, and confusing. I still do not understand much. But I have been grateful for his presence. Even when things changed and I no longer served him, his presence at my side has made life bearable.

I hunt still, though he is often away. I must be strong for him. I want to feel his pride in my accomplishments. I hope that soon whatever hunts us .. hunts him .. will abandon the thought and we will not be kept apart so much.

[Fevrier]

For those who have gotten to know Fevrier...

Fevrier LaTaniere was born in Stromgarde. Third daughter of a bourgeois family of tanners and leather workers, Fevrier knew many creature comforts. At age 5, her family fled Stromgarde for the safety of Lordaeron when Khaz Moden came under siege. After 2 years, her family finally settled in Hearthglen fearing that Hillsbrad was not safe enough.
Life resumed it's normal pace, with the laTanières building up the business in their new home. Life was not to be peaceful for long, for the plagues slowly started to claim land and lives as the mysterious diseases spread throughout Tirisfal. At age 11, her parents fell ill, along with a good deal of the townsfolk. Those who survived were gathered and quarantined at a local temple for their safe keeping. Little was know of the plagues in the beginning, so many were fearful of how it could spread. Isolated, at the temple of the Light, Fevrier learned of patience and of faith and she became impassioned by it.
When the plagues continued to spread further, Fevrier, among other young girls, called Les Soeurs de la Lumière, were sent to other human lands for the purpose of training in healing. The hope was that, one day, they would be returning to the North and reclaiming their homelands and help rebuild Lordearon. With her strongly accented common, the youth set out to the south where the humans still held strong.
In her young teens, Fevrier ended up finally in the Northshire Abbey where she met and quickly befriended a talented acolyte by the name of Lander. The two became fast friends, and studied together till they graduated to priesthood.
Though Fevrier still calls herself a nun, a sister of the Light rather than a priestess, her powers can be both wondrous and unforgiving. Her vengefull quest to rid her homeland of the plague has led her to the darker side of the priesthood, embracing the power of Shadow to lend strength to her convictions. Though she still holds that the power of Light will ultimately win, and learns of the disciplines of the holy side of her faith. She is quick to user her shadow spells and abilities to dispatch of those who dare cross her.

The priestess is soft spoken and kind-hearted, despite her drive to rid her homeland of undead. She still bears a strong accent from her homeland which makes her often-times self-conscious and a bit reserved. Still she follows Lander through the trials of life in Azeroth and aims one day to return to her birthplace that the Forsaken now call home.

Recently she has learned from her cousin that some of her family may still have survived. Having fled to the dome of Dolanar, she is both comforted and concerned. Surely they must be safe within the magic barrier, but what is transpiring within is anyone's guess, and those Dolanar mages remaining on the outside are keping all knowledge of the events to themselves - refusing to speak while keeping vigilance of what remains of human occupied Silverpine Forest.

[trywander]

In an earlier life, Shilandria fell in love with a dashing Draenei warrior who went by the name of Ronladar. After two years, they ended up having a child, a daughter, whom they named Nilia. By the time Nilia had turned six years of age, the Exodar Catastrophe had occurred. Shilandria could do nothing but watch in horror as her husband shielded their daughter from the searing flames. More of his flesh burned away with each passing moment; blackened to a crisp he continued holding poor Nilia. However, the flames were too strong... With the death of her husband, and her daughter, Shilandria lost track of her path in life. It was only through the teachings of the Elements and through the guidence of Prophet Velen that she could reclaim her sanity. Now, she devotes herself to complete understanding of the world around her; particularly listening to the whispers of the wind, the roaring of flames, the calm serenity of water, and the groans of the very earth in which life grows. Due to her flirtatious nature and romantic fantasies, she still seeks to reclaim the happiness she had not long before the crash of the Exodar...the happiness of having a family.

[Bella]

((please excuse any spelling mistakes ^_^ and the ending is still in the works..I'm not sure why Bella decided to wake up or what woke her up yet..but I promised Ula a while ago I'd post this so here it is!))

Issabela is a Night Elf hunter and a very good one at that, although she's definitely known for taking on challenges that are a bit tougher then normal. She can usually handle herself but sometimes would get in too deep and need assistance. She lead a normal boring life before she took on the ways of a hunter, in fact she was originally training to be a warrior like her dad. Issabela was battling out in the Barrens when she wandered a bit to far west and wound up near a town inhabited by trolls and orcs, this couldn't be good. She tried to sneak away unseen and get back to Ashenvale, but things didn't go smoothly, since when did they ever for her *giggles* that just wouldn't be fun. She heard a deep laugh and a more high pitched cackle come from behind her and then they started speaking a language she did not understand, it much have been orcish. She tried to just ignore them and keep going but they weren't going to have any of that and started to circle, Issabela knew they would be way more then she could handle just by the fact they were on mounts, her mum and dad told her about that, when she reached her 40th season she would get to pick out a mount. They were laughing even harder now and talking back and forth to each other as they were closing in. The troll struck her with a spell that made her body go numb and she could barely move, but she wouldn't give up that easily she tried with all her strength moving one inch at a time, this angered them. This time the Orc shot at her, now not only could she barely move she was quite confused. Fighting with every once of her sanity she kept moving determined not to let anything take her down if she could help it. This time the troll froze her in place, and the Orc struck her hard across the face. Thats when it happened...

(told through Bella's eyes)
"I remember looking up, I could feel the blood running down my face and my right cheek throbbing. There was a tiger prowling back and forth, I looked him straight in the eye and all I could think of was 'help'...Next thing I knew he was right in front of me growling, it was one of the scariest and vicious sounds I'd ever heard. I managed to get onto my hands and knees and looked at the hunter, he was furious, but the troll on the other hand looked curious and a little shocked. The orc grunted at the boar at his side and the boar crouched down ready to charge, but then the tiger let out another growl, dug it's claws into the dirt, and looked straight at the boar. the boar then released it's stance and took a step back-wards. The Orc grunted again this time with more fury, the boar did not move, and the Tiger remained guarding me. The trolls expression changed from curious to amused. He then said something to the Orc and called his mount again. The Orc looked at the Troll shocked, and didn't move. The troll spoke again this time with a lot more authority in his voice, you could definitely see who was in charge. The Orc yelled at the top of his lungs if you could call it a yell, more of a gurgling if you ask me *snickers*. He glared back at me, I knew if we met again there would be quite the battle. He summoned his mount and they both left me bleeding and beaten on the ground. I collapsed onto the ground and managed to roll onto my side. The tiger laid down right beside me and put his head on my arm and started purring. This was when I knew, something was about to change...."

Once she mustered up enough strength to walk, she stood up and thanked the kind Tiger for his help, she found a couple pieces of meat she had saved for dinner and gave them to him, he gladly accepted. She turned and started walking towards home when she realized he was still right beside her. She stopped and looked at him curiously he looked up into her eyes and the bond between them was made, he was never, EVER, going to leave her side...Issabela then took on training as a hunter.
She was always seen with the same companion her loyal Tiger Weehawk. Everyone told her that she should change animals, find something new, get to know something else. She never listened she felt no need, she loves Weehawk, and he loved her. Never once did Weehawk ever let her down. Bella was always very in tune with nature, she never killed anything unjustly. Bella met many people along her journeys, Kiflor a Human Warlock, Shive a Night Elf Priest, Rynn a Human Warrior, and Camus a Human Paladin. Bella fell in love with Camus. They were inseparable everything was perfect, he could always make her feel as if she were on top of the world...weightless with love and happiness. They were engaged to be married....Bella was the leader of Midnight Syndicate, a group of her closest friends who were her only family. One morning Bella awoke to find Camus gone from her side..this wasn't totally unusual as he often left early in the morning either to go for a run, ride, or just lay by the river. As Bella was getting dressed, a realization blindsided her...where was Weehawk..he never left until Bella left unless something was terribly wrong. Bella flew down the stair and outside quicker then you could blink, there she started to hum a strange melody and Weehawk came running, but something was horribly wrong...Weehawk was covered in blood...One look into his eyes and horror flooded over Bella, she fought back the tears welling up in her eyes and said to Weehawk "Show me.." Bella summoned her Nighsaber and rode as fast and as they could...they arrived to find someone laying on their side in the grass under an old willow tree. Weehawk had already ran over to the body nudging its head and whimpering. Bella ran over to the body all the time saying in her head no no no....it can't be him...no don't let it be....As soon as Bella arrived at the body, she knew instantly it was her Camus, she leaned down to him all the while tears streaming down her face..she laid one hand upon his cheek, leaned down and kissed his forehead....Thats when she felt it, a warm burst of air across her wrist...Oh my god..he's still breathing..."Weehawk get Shive NOW!" Weehawk was gone in an instant. Shive was her best friend and was also a priest..if anyone could bring him back it would be him. "Hold on my love..don't give up..please don't give up...." She felt a hand reach up and brush her cheek, she opened her eyes to find Camus looking at her...the same beautiful free eyes and she heard his voice in her head.."Don't cry babe, no matter where you are I'm always with you" Then he smiled that same shy coy smile she always loved, closed his eyes again, as one last breath escaped his lips, and his hand fell limply in her lap.
Bella's world began to spin, each breath caught in her chest..she couldn't breath, think, feel...she had to get away...She summoned her saber and ran...didn't know where she was going, all she knew was she had to get away. She rode without stopping for days, she could feel Weehawk calling for her, but she did not return his call. Finally she had wound up somewhere completely unfamiliar. It was very dark, damp, and from the earth she got a very cold...baaad feeling...she very cautiously rode through the mass of trees. She then heard the snap of a twig behind her, turned around, then CRACK...everything went black...
Bella dreamed, images of her friends, Camus, Weehawk...she felt at peace....Bella didn't regain consciousness for a loooong time, mainly because she didn't want to.

((so...it's rough...but HEY it's my first time doing this kind of thing ^_^...I'll update and post more as it's worked out!))

[nurien]

((Here is Nirria's story, I am sorry it's so long but couldn't tell her story without adding in some of her family's or it wouldn't have made much sense.))


My name is Nirria Darkleaf Doehoof, I am a Draeni mage and although my own personal story isn’t tragic my family’s is. Perhaps I should start at the beginning?

My father is a layabout drunkard who tends to like the women a bit more than a respectable male should. But I hold him no ill will, were it not for his selfish actions I would not have had such a caring upbringing I think. But I am getting ahead of myself.

I will start with Vania Darkleaf, the night elf who raised me from the time when I was four years of age. A gentle and caring woman, she was mated with a high elf named Kallador Sunshadow and they were very much in love. This was before the war though and as such things tend to do, war forced them to part, for what they thought would only be a brief time. He answered the call of his people to fight alongside the alliance in defense against the dreaded demons and their plague of undead. Vania stayed behind with her own people and three of their four children. Vanildor, one of the first born (who favored her father in looks) followed her father into battle, leaving her fraternal twin sister, Vanildar (who looked nothing like a high elf, favoring her mother’s race and sensibilities instead), behind to her beloved forest that she couldn’t bring herself to leave.

I will not bore you, my friends, with the details of their battles, we all know what happened in the end. Suffice it to say that Kallador and his daughter rose high in the ranks, being favored by Prince Kael himself for their fighting prowess and ability to lead. They all ended up in the xenophobic human’s dungeons after the Great Betrayal. Sadly the good prince Kael was not able to save Kallador in time (who died I am told, from a wound that was not properly treated while in the dungeon), and after the escape Vanildor made her way back to Darnassus to deliver the sad news of her father’s death, as well as his body whom she had stubbornly carried back with her, to her mother and sisters.

The news drove poor Vania mad with grief and she turned inward, eaten up with guilt for not following her beloved into battle and with hate for the human ‘allies’ who had betrayed him. She was hardly in a state to take care of herself, much less her two very young children, Kalladai and Nurien, who so favored their father in looks that she could not bear to look upon them. Vanildor, her heart hardened with war and hate, fled to join Prince Kael and to this day only rumors of her existence are heard. The latest being that she has become a savage and ruthless killer of any human unlucky enough to cross her path.

Vanildar however stayed behind and raised her two young sisters, when they were of an age to care for themselves she smuggled them over to Silvermoon at much risk to herself, where they would be safe among their blood elf brethren who they so favored. She now wanders the world, both this one and Outland, running from her own guilt and ghosts, and preaching to her fellow night elves to watch their backs, and prepare for the day when they too will be betrayed by their human allies.

This is where my own tale begins I suppose. Though I feel it started back when Vania first fell in love with Kallador. My own mother was, embarrassingly enough, a dryad, my father a night elf named Tirroc. He found poor Vania alone in the wood, living the life of a hermit, and being the smooth talking womanizer he is, talked his way into staying the night, using me as an unknowing ploy. “My child needs food and shelter, please, just one night?” I can just imagine how he used me to talk his way into her home. He stayed just long enough to bed her—I have no idea how long it took him to talk his way into her bed, perhaps in her loneliness and grief she was an easy target? She has not told me the details of such so I am left to only imagine—then he left her without so much as a good-bye. She awoke to find me sleeping alone in the small spare room of her modest home and my father long gone.

I don’t know what made her decide to keep me and raise me as her own, I suspect it was a need for companionship as well as some guilt at having left her own young daughters to be raised by her eldest that did it. She took me in and treated me kindly, raising me as if I were her own natural child, and I wanted for nothing. Nine months after Tirroc left I was gifted with a younger, half sister named Sluagh, who was raised beside me with the same care and love I found.

I have recently left home to pursue my magi studies, going home as I can to visit my adopted mother, Vania, who I am pleased to say isn’t as much as a hermit as she was, though her heart will never be whole again, she yet mourns her beloved Kallador.

Vanildar has accepted me as a ‘sister’ and has been a great help in funding my studies, and we have a good relationship. My sister Sluagh is a rogue whom I’m sorry to say I don’t see as much as I’d like, seeing as how we are both so busy with our studies and professions.

[xyliana]

((This is really short for me, but I couldn't seem to get into it as I usually do. Still, I wanted something up...maybe I'll get more detailed later))

My name is Xyliana Moonhawk, and it is a name of my choosing. True enough my mother named me Xyliana, but Moonhawk was not the name she gave me. That would be Moonsong, same as she and her kinsmen. Her name was Lyllira, and it is unlikely anyone outside the Circle knew of her. She passed from this world little over a year ago. I suppose she was just too weary.
She raised me alone in our remote home south and east of Astranaar, in the land known as Ashenvale. We saw little of others for most of my life, until the events leading up to what is called the Third War, and the duration of the same. I stayed home alone for most of that, tending the needs of the wood and defending it from invaders. Mother went abroad to assist our people. Of course I don’t have to recount all that here, there’s not a soul in all Azeroth who doesn’t know that story, and this tale is mine.
I had a good relationship with my mother for the most part. There were only two points on which we butted heads- the identity of my father, and my desire to leave home to see the world. Guess I should mention that my mother was a Druid; it might explain her isolationism, might it not? Of course, I’m a Druid, too, but I like to meet with others and know them. And I’m rather enjoying seeing the world, now she’s gone. I miss her dearly, but I’m not sure I’d give up what I’ve gained to have her back…
On her deathbed, my mother finally told me of my father. This is what she had to say:
His name is Archasion Bloodhawk (I had heard of his family of course- two druids of Moonglade bear the name. As it turns out, they are his grandmother Aerelis, and his mother Arcalla). Archasion himself is not a druid, though he was born blessed with the golden eyes that indicate he would be good at it, so my mother said (I am not so lucky, inherited Mother’s silver eyes). His hair is like mine in color, and there are many other ways mother told me I am my father’s daughter.
He came to Ashenvale, and passed a night with my mother in her remote home. That is all they knew of one another. Even so, Mother said she knew that he was cursed with a wanderlust that would never let him settle for long, and that he was fiercely loyal to our people and our leaders. She said he was intelligent and modest, but stubborn and set in his ways. This was all she could tell me- seems she learned a good amount in a night, though, considering that talking is not all they did.
For a few moths after she died I stayed at my mother’s home, until it occurred to me I didn’t have to be alone.
I set out then, to see the world, and to find the father I never knew. Perhaps I inherited some of his wanderlust, for it seems travel suits me well…
I hope I have the chance to know him, but with each day it seems that hope diminishes. I had the chance to meet and speak with his family, and it seems my Father disappeared a few months back, somewhere in the Eastern Kingdoms. No one has had word of him since.

[Fevrier]

Feather:
Most know this kind and helpful Kal'dori female by her nickname: Feather, for the hunter trains and befriends many feathered creatures and prefers keeping such winged creatures as her chosen pets.

At 650 human years old, Feather (née Eluminarian Gladewalker) has seen much conflict and has survived many trials in combating the Legion on Azeroth. Still these events have not tainted her faith in Elune, and Feather seems to have maintained an optimistic outlook on life, and is generally quite outgoing and cheerful. Her age lends are a slightly more mature demeanor, but she's still as fun-loving as any other of her kind.
Feather lost her husband some time ago. One of the few remaining waking Druids, he ventured south into the area now called the Barrens to meet with the Tauren, and was never seen again. Due to their long courtship, 4 children were born of their union: 3 daughters and 1 son.
With the disappearance of her husband's diplomatic envoy, Feather adopted a 5th child, her niece Kartijan. The now orphaned daughter of those lost with her husband, has quickly become a close member of the family, particularly with her eldest daughter.

When events started to settle after the war, she wondered what else to do with her life. She'd only known Ashenvale. With her children all away with the mentors for their chosen vocation, she decided to expand her hunting grounds and get to know more of the world she shared with all these strange younger races.

Feather has befriended many in her travels. From charismatic druids like Ularitharion, to the multitudes of human, dwarves, the odd Gnomes, and now these beings from beyond that great dark that call themselves Draenei. This mix of companions have gathered under the banner of the Viridian Shield for the purpose of restoring nature's balance in the world.