Post by Luake Wayleader on Apr 24, 2009 19:39:37 GMT -5
Name: Luake Wayleader
Race: Tauren
Class: Balance Druid
Professions: Leatherworking and Skinning
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Age: Around 34, she doesn't keep track.
Hight: A tad smaller then usual, around 6''1'
Weight: Average, if a bit light.
Hair color: Dark brown, streaked with black.
Fur color: Rich red with a few white patches.
Physical Description:
Small in stature, Luake looks much more delicate then she really is. Her fur is deep reddish brown with white patches on her ankles, wrists and chest, her hair dark brown and black. Her main is roughly cut and braided in to two long braids that hang down her chest, tied at the ends with ragged strips of leather. Unlike many female Shu'Halo, her horns are nearly as long as those of a male. They are bright ivory white, and at all times a carved wooden owl hangs from her left horn. Her eyes are bright with youth, a deep shade of shinning forest green.
Personality description:
Luake is quite shy, usually hanging in the background of a gathering. She tries desperately to be respectful of everyone, although sometimes is ends up with her in a strange silence. However, if asked a question about her past or other related topics, she will let out a storm of words that usually do not end for a while. Telling stories to a small group is one of her passions, although large groups make her nervous. She is somewhat nervous when near other races, especially Forsaken and Draenie, but will still be respectful to them.
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Hometown: She has no real home at the moment, but she enjoys her stays at Bloodhoof Village and Thunder Bluff.
Marital Status: single
Favorite food: Roasted Wyvern haunch, a childhood favorite.
Favorite color: Green, blue and brown, she can't choose a favorite.
Favorite weapon: staves
Favorite training: Any training in the ways of Nature Magic.
Favorite region: Mulgore and Thousand Needles are nice, but so far she has no favorite place.
Favorite pastime: Cooking and making Leather goods.
Personal Heroes: Huatar, for taking upon himself the task of rebuilding his tribe, and her old tribe's Chieftain, Larkek.
Hated Foes: The Venture Co. and Hemet Nersingwary.
Pets: none
Mounts: none
Background: (story format)
Luake sat on the sun warmed sand, starring off the edge of the bluff that was her home. The air was still and dry, so she could see far. A pack of hyenas where gorging themselves on the remains of a Feralis Bear that had strayed too far from its home. Between two bluffs, the spotted pelt of a crag leopard slipped through some dry, brown grass. Far in the distance, the smoke of a Grimtotem fire billowed off a bluff. In the sky above her, a lone wyvern soared past the sun an attempt to catch a black crow.
She turned around to look at the Dawnmane camp. Her mother, Kapok, was sitting in front of the camp's central bonfire, sorting through a bag of herbs. Beside her sat Luake's father, Tahote. The brown-furred Shaman was repairing a tear in his kodohide tunic with practiced ease. On the other side of the fire, Koski, the camps best cook, was roasting a slice of Wyvern meat. The aroma had coaxed most of the Tribe out of their tents, even the Tribe Chieftain, Larkek. He was a mighty Shu'halo, with glimmering white fur, tinged grey with age. He was wearing his customary Hyena fur kilt, with a bear chest and arms. Hyena fur and plate shoulder armor sparkled in the sunlight. On his head was a headdress made out of feathers and beads, and from his massive white horns hung small relics and totems.
With a slight smile, Luake turned back to stare over the bluff and gasped. Centaur where attacking one of the Tribe's few Kodo! With winter on the way, they could not afford to loose it.
"Centaur are attacking our Kodos!" she cried, jumping to her hooves. In seconds the Tribe's ten braves, Tahote included, where sprinting down the bluff's steep ramp. The seven druids of the group turned in to swift crag leopards, while Tahote and the other shamans turned in to ghostly spirit wolves. While the braves headed down the slope, Kapok slowly got up, shouldered her herb bag, and followed in a slow pace. From her spot on the Bluff Luake watched as the braves burst upon the six Centaur, quickly taking on forms more useful in battle. The battle was short, and by the time it was finished Kapok had made her way down the ramp. Without a word she sat by the injured Kodo and began tending its wounds.
"Spirits curse the Centaur." muttered a voice beside Luake. She jumped and spun around to see her Chieftain, Larkek. He smiled blandly at her surprise and asked, "Well? What do you think we should do about them?" Luake pondered the question for a while, finely saying, "I do not think the Centaur are our biggest problem. Except for attacking our kodo, they do little harm. Our worst enemies are the Grimtotem, but in all our years of living here there has only been one battle that took the lives of some of our Tribe mates. This is our home, Chieftain, and we cannot let the pestering of the Centaur drive us out." Larkek gave her a strange, searching look when she finished, then nodded.
"Yes, sister, this is our home. However...." he trailed off for a moment, then said, "Sister, I have a task for you. I have heard that other tribes of Shu'Halo like us live elsewhere, and I would like you to find them." Luake widened her eyes in shock.
"Why?" she finely stammered, "we have never needed the help of other Tribes before!" However, even as she protested, she felt a tug in her heart. She wanted dearly to leave the high bluffs and travel to new lands.
"Will you go?" asked Larkek, ignoring her question. Luake gazed at the sun-bleached bluffs stretching out before her. The bluffs had been her home for all of her years, could she really leave it? A wyvern, with a bird dangling from its jaws, flew overhead, passing over far off mountains and leaving sight. That answered her question.
"Yes," she said finely, and to her surprise her voice came out strong. "I will go on this journey." Larkek smiled, but it was a serious smile.
"Good. And, Luake... If you find a land that you love, a land where the spirits talk, stay. Make that your home." he said. Luake looked up at him with puzzled green eyes. What did that mean? "You can set out tomorrow. That will leave you today to say goodbye to your Tribe mates. I will ask Koski to make you some food for your journey." With that, the mighty Chieftain turned and walked over to greet the returning braves. Luake watched him go, then approached her father, who had resettled at the bonfire.
"Father? May I speak with you about something?" she asked, still confused by Larkek's words. Tahote looked up at her and smiled warmly, gesturing for her to sit beside him.
"Of course, little Luake. What is wrong?" he asked. Luake sat, hugging her knees with sudden fear. It ebbed away as Tahote put an arm around her. "I know what your going to say," he said quietly, "and do not worry, you may go. Your spirit will never be happy until it has found its home, and here is not that place." Luake looked up at her father in shock.
"How did you...?" she stammered, trying and failing to be calm. Her father smiled, his eyes sparkling with hidden knowledge.
"The spirits came to me, many nights ago." He said, and suddenly looked very serious. "Remember, Luake, there is always something watching over you. Now go say goodbye to your mother."
Luake gazed up at the steep red cluffs. On the top of the bluff, she knew the Dawnmane tribe was preparing for a morning hunt. Kapok was probably at her place by the fire, sorting herbs. Tahote was probably sitting beside her. Chieftain Larkek was probably in his tent, watching his tribe minus one small druid. She had left on her journey alone, with not a soul to travel with her. As if to heighten her loneliness, a pack of hyenas trotted by, chasing a skinny hare.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She had chosen to leave on this journey alone. She had declined all offers of help. With a sigh, she reached up to her left horn and fingered the small carved owl hanging from it. Her father had given it to her just as she had left, with no explanation. Perhaps, she mused, it was a spirit totem, or a guardian! With these thoughts spinning in her head, she set out on her journey.
Race: Tauren
Class: Balance Druid
Professions: Leatherworking and Skinning
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Age: Around 34, she doesn't keep track.
Hight: A tad smaller then usual, around 6''1'
Weight: Average, if a bit light.
Hair color: Dark brown, streaked with black.
Fur color: Rich red with a few white patches.
Physical Description:
Small in stature, Luake looks much more delicate then she really is. Her fur is deep reddish brown with white patches on her ankles, wrists and chest, her hair dark brown and black. Her main is roughly cut and braided in to two long braids that hang down her chest, tied at the ends with ragged strips of leather. Unlike many female Shu'Halo, her horns are nearly as long as those of a male. They are bright ivory white, and at all times a carved wooden owl hangs from her left horn. Her eyes are bright with youth, a deep shade of shinning forest green.
Personality description:
Luake is quite shy, usually hanging in the background of a gathering. She tries desperately to be respectful of everyone, although sometimes is ends up with her in a strange silence. However, if asked a question about her past or other related topics, she will let out a storm of words that usually do not end for a while. Telling stories to a small group is one of her passions, although large groups make her nervous. She is somewhat nervous when near other races, especially Forsaken and Draenie, but will still be respectful to them.
~~~~~~~~~~
Hometown: She has no real home at the moment, but she enjoys her stays at Bloodhoof Village and Thunder Bluff.
Marital Status: single
Favorite food: Roasted Wyvern haunch, a childhood favorite.
Favorite color: Green, blue and brown, she can't choose a favorite.
Favorite weapon: staves
Favorite training: Any training in the ways of Nature Magic.
Favorite region: Mulgore and Thousand Needles are nice, but so far she has no favorite place.
Favorite pastime: Cooking and making Leather goods.
Personal Heroes: Huatar, for taking upon himself the task of rebuilding his tribe, and her old tribe's Chieftain, Larkek.
Hated Foes: The Venture Co. and Hemet Nersingwary.
Pets: none
Mounts: none
Background: (story format)
Luake sat on the sun warmed sand, starring off the edge of the bluff that was her home. The air was still and dry, so she could see far. A pack of hyenas where gorging themselves on the remains of a Feralis Bear that had strayed too far from its home. Between two bluffs, the spotted pelt of a crag leopard slipped through some dry, brown grass. Far in the distance, the smoke of a Grimtotem fire billowed off a bluff. In the sky above her, a lone wyvern soared past the sun an attempt to catch a black crow.
She turned around to look at the Dawnmane camp. Her mother, Kapok, was sitting in front of the camp's central bonfire, sorting through a bag of herbs. Beside her sat Luake's father, Tahote. The brown-furred Shaman was repairing a tear in his kodohide tunic with practiced ease. On the other side of the fire, Koski, the camps best cook, was roasting a slice of Wyvern meat. The aroma had coaxed most of the Tribe out of their tents, even the Tribe Chieftain, Larkek. He was a mighty Shu'halo, with glimmering white fur, tinged grey with age. He was wearing his customary Hyena fur kilt, with a bear chest and arms. Hyena fur and plate shoulder armor sparkled in the sunlight. On his head was a headdress made out of feathers and beads, and from his massive white horns hung small relics and totems.
With a slight smile, Luake turned back to stare over the bluff and gasped. Centaur where attacking one of the Tribe's few Kodo! With winter on the way, they could not afford to loose it.
"Centaur are attacking our Kodos!" she cried, jumping to her hooves. In seconds the Tribe's ten braves, Tahote included, where sprinting down the bluff's steep ramp. The seven druids of the group turned in to swift crag leopards, while Tahote and the other shamans turned in to ghostly spirit wolves. While the braves headed down the slope, Kapok slowly got up, shouldered her herb bag, and followed in a slow pace. From her spot on the Bluff Luake watched as the braves burst upon the six Centaur, quickly taking on forms more useful in battle. The battle was short, and by the time it was finished Kapok had made her way down the ramp. Without a word she sat by the injured Kodo and began tending its wounds.
"Spirits curse the Centaur." muttered a voice beside Luake. She jumped and spun around to see her Chieftain, Larkek. He smiled blandly at her surprise and asked, "Well? What do you think we should do about them?" Luake pondered the question for a while, finely saying, "I do not think the Centaur are our biggest problem. Except for attacking our kodo, they do little harm. Our worst enemies are the Grimtotem, but in all our years of living here there has only been one battle that took the lives of some of our Tribe mates. This is our home, Chieftain, and we cannot let the pestering of the Centaur drive us out." Larkek gave her a strange, searching look when she finished, then nodded.
"Yes, sister, this is our home. However...." he trailed off for a moment, then said, "Sister, I have a task for you. I have heard that other tribes of Shu'Halo like us live elsewhere, and I would like you to find them." Luake widened her eyes in shock.
"Why?" she finely stammered, "we have never needed the help of other Tribes before!" However, even as she protested, she felt a tug in her heart. She wanted dearly to leave the high bluffs and travel to new lands.
"Will you go?" asked Larkek, ignoring her question. Luake gazed at the sun-bleached bluffs stretching out before her. The bluffs had been her home for all of her years, could she really leave it? A wyvern, with a bird dangling from its jaws, flew overhead, passing over far off mountains and leaving sight. That answered her question.
"Yes," she said finely, and to her surprise her voice came out strong. "I will go on this journey." Larkek smiled, but it was a serious smile.
"Good. And, Luake... If you find a land that you love, a land where the spirits talk, stay. Make that your home." he said. Luake looked up at him with puzzled green eyes. What did that mean? "You can set out tomorrow. That will leave you today to say goodbye to your Tribe mates. I will ask Koski to make you some food for your journey." With that, the mighty Chieftain turned and walked over to greet the returning braves. Luake watched him go, then approached her father, who had resettled at the bonfire.
"Father? May I speak with you about something?" she asked, still confused by Larkek's words. Tahote looked up at her and smiled warmly, gesturing for her to sit beside him.
"Of course, little Luake. What is wrong?" he asked. Luake sat, hugging her knees with sudden fear. It ebbed away as Tahote put an arm around her. "I know what your going to say," he said quietly, "and do not worry, you may go. Your spirit will never be happy until it has found its home, and here is not that place." Luake looked up at her father in shock.
"How did you...?" she stammered, trying and failing to be calm. Her father smiled, his eyes sparkling with hidden knowledge.
"The spirits came to me, many nights ago." He said, and suddenly looked very serious. "Remember, Luake, there is always something watching over you. Now go say goodbye to your mother."
Luake gazed up at the steep red cluffs. On the top of the bluff, she knew the Dawnmane tribe was preparing for a morning hunt. Kapok was probably at her place by the fire, sorting herbs. Tahote was probably sitting beside her. Chieftain Larkek was probably in his tent, watching his tribe minus one small druid. She had left on her journey alone, with not a soul to travel with her. As if to heighten her loneliness, a pack of hyenas trotted by, chasing a skinny hare.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She had chosen to leave on this journey alone. She had declined all offers of help. With a sigh, she reached up to her left horn and fingered the small carved owl hanging from it. Her father had given it to her just as she had left, with no explanation. Perhaps, she mused, it was a spirit totem, or a guardian! With these thoughts spinning in her head, she set out on her journey.