Post by ehaomohtahe on Jan 15, 2009 20:24:06 GMT -5
Name: Ehaomohtahe
Pronunciation: www.geocities.com/ken_the_computer_guy/sick.wav
Race: Shu'halo (Tauren)
Class: Elemental Shaman
Professions: Herbalism / Inscription
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Height: 6' 9"
Weight: 310 LB
Hair: Black
Fur: Pale white
Theme Song: www.geocities.com/ken_the_computer_guy/Ehao.mp3
History:
It was a typical summer afternoon with the warming sun peaking at its zenith and the soft clouds drifting lazily over a wind-swept plain. Young children ran about in play as the shu'halo denizens contentedly went about their chores. It was a typical setting that had played itself out day after day without fail. Today, however, provided a break in that routine.
One by one, the villagers stopped and gazed as the mysterious stranger stepped through. It was another shu'halo, one that nobody seemed to recognize. He was garbed in plates of silvery metal that strategically covered his chest, his legs, and his hooves. A plain cloak of blue billowed behind him as a massive battle-worn axe hung precariously from his side. In his arms was a swaddling of clothing, which he seemed to cradle with utmost care.
The stranger approached the tent of the village chief and stopped just outside the entrance. With slow, careful movements, he kneeled and placed upon the ground a sleeping shu'halo infant. The stranger tenderly gazed upon the child and softly uttered just one word: Ehaomohtahe. It was then that the stranger collapsed, his spirit departing for the place of his ancestors. The baby was ultimately taken in by the local Mistrunner herbalist, who dedicated herself to love him like a son.
As the years went on, it was discovered that the child was deathly ill. Ehao was pale and weak, rarely ate, and barely breathed. Chief Hawkwind called for the greatest of shamans and herbalists to tend to the child, but no one was able to diagnose nor cure the bewildering illness. While the illness did not fade, neither did it grow worse, so the village decided to keep a close eye on young Ehao while confining him to his bed. It was there that he spent his entire childhood.
Approaching the age of bullhood, Ehao grabbed his cane, and with great effort, he wandered outside his tent. Though his mother passionately objected, Ehao sought the village elders to be assessed. No longer would he remain in bed, for he felt it time to do his part for his people and for his village. The elders were impressed with his determination and agreed to see him. They examined him carefully, and through their delight, and his, it was discovered that he had a strong affinity for the elements. Thus began a new chapter in the life of Ehaomohtahe.
Physical Description:
This young bull is short in stature, shorter than normal for a tauren of his age. His horns are small as though stunted in growth, and are as pale white as his fur. His cheeks are hollow and his eyes are sunken. He normally dresses in the traditional brown garb of a shaman, wearing the cloth around his neck, and an earth brown kilt. He is rarely seen without his walking stick, which he usually tends to heavily lean upon.
Strengths:
He has a determination of will that is nearly unwaivering and nearly unbreakable.
He has great compassion for family, for friends, and for strangers.
His greatest strength is his affinity with the elements, a talent nearly unmatched by even the most experienced of Shaman.
Weaknesses:
His constitution is low and his body weak.
He can only speak the language of his people, and does not yet know the common orcish language.
He only knows of his people, the tauren. He currently knows little about anything outside of Mulgore.
As such, whenever he encounters a forsaken or a death knight, he thinks of them as honorable ancestors.
Ehao cannot swim, and thus avoids lakes and rivers at all costs.
Role Playing Threads:
(These are undeveloped threads of Ehao's life that can be picked up on and played out by anyone with interest.)
Ehao's heritage remains a mystery, and it has yet been discovered which tribe he is from, or why it was he was delivered to Red Cloud.
Ehao's illness is also a mystery, baffling all who have previously attempted to diagnose him.
He is very gullible and very trusting, thus he can easily be manipulated by a crafty tongue.
He knows very little about the world and what's in it, and is willing to explore its mysteries with any who will accompany him.
He has no last name. This is something that could be decided on by the guild or by friends, depending on how they best view him.
Pronunciation: www.geocities.com/ken_the_computer_guy/sick.wav
Race: Shu'halo (Tauren)
Class: Elemental Shaman
Professions: Herbalism / Inscription
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Height: 6' 9"
Weight: 310 LB
Hair: Black
Fur: Pale white
Theme Song: www.geocities.com/ken_the_computer_guy/Ehao.mp3
History:
It was a typical summer afternoon with the warming sun peaking at its zenith and the soft clouds drifting lazily over a wind-swept plain. Young children ran about in play as the shu'halo denizens contentedly went about their chores. It was a typical setting that had played itself out day after day without fail. Today, however, provided a break in that routine.
One by one, the villagers stopped and gazed as the mysterious stranger stepped through. It was another shu'halo, one that nobody seemed to recognize. He was garbed in plates of silvery metal that strategically covered his chest, his legs, and his hooves. A plain cloak of blue billowed behind him as a massive battle-worn axe hung precariously from his side. In his arms was a swaddling of clothing, which he seemed to cradle with utmost care.
The stranger approached the tent of the village chief and stopped just outside the entrance. With slow, careful movements, he kneeled and placed upon the ground a sleeping shu'halo infant. The stranger tenderly gazed upon the child and softly uttered just one word: Ehaomohtahe. It was then that the stranger collapsed, his spirit departing for the place of his ancestors. The baby was ultimately taken in by the local Mistrunner herbalist, who dedicated herself to love him like a son.
As the years went on, it was discovered that the child was deathly ill. Ehao was pale and weak, rarely ate, and barely breathed. Chief Hawkwind called for the greatest of shamans and herbalists to tend to the child, but no one was able to diagnose nor cure the bewildering illness. While the illness did not fade, neither did it grow worse, so the village decided to keep a close eye on young Ehao while confining him to his bed. It was there that he spent his entire childhood.
Approaching the age of bullhood, Ehao grabbed his cane, and with great effort, he wandered outside his tent. Though his mother passionately objected, Ehao sought the village elders to be assessed. No longer would he remain in bed, for he felt it time to do his part for his people and for his village. The elders were impressed with his determination and agreed to see him. They examined him carefully, and through their delight, and his, it was discovered that he had a strong affinity for the elements. Thus began a new chapter in the life of Ehaomohtahe.
Physical Description:
This young bull is short in stature, shorter than normal for a tauren of his age. His horns are small as though stunted in growth, and are as pale white as his fur. His cheeks are hollow and his eyes are sunken. He normally dresses in the traditional brown garb of a shaman, wearing the cloth around his neck, and an earth brown kilt. He is rarely seen without his walking stick, which he usually tends to heavily lean upon.
Strengths:
He has a determination of will that is nearly unwaivering and nearly unbreakable.
He has great compassion for family, for friends, and for strangers.
His greatest strength is his affinity with the elements, a talent nearly unmatched by even the most experienced of Shaman.
Weaknesses:
His constitution is low and his body weak.
He can only speak the language of his people, and does not yet know the common orcish language.
He only knows of his people, the tauren. He currently knows little about anything outside of Mulgore.
As such, whenever he encounters a forsaken or a death knight, he thinks of them as honorable ancestors.
Ehao cannot swim, and thus avoids lakes and rivers at all costs.
Role Playing Threads:
(These are undeveloped threads of Ehao's life that can be picked up on and played out by anyone with interest.)
Ehao's heritage remains a mystery, and it has yet been discovered which tribe he is from, or why it was he was delivered to Red Cloud.
Ehao's illness is also a mystery, baffling all who have previously attempted to diagnose him.
He is very gullible and very trusting, thus he can easily be manipulated by a crafty tongue.
He knows very little about the world and what's in it, and is willing to explore its mysteries with any who will accompany him.
He has no last name. This is something that could be decided on by the guild or by friends, depending on how they best view him.
