Post by kaioon on Feb 9, 2008 2:14:24 GMT -5
Full Name: Kaioon
Nickname(s): Kai, Big Sister.
Age: 400aprox.
Race: Draenei
Gender: Female
Height: 7'1, without horns.
Description: Tall, graceful and lean. Her skin is an extremely dark shade of purple, appearing nearly black in poor light. Her luminescent light-blue eyes are framed by faint freckles that dot her cheeks. Her ebon hair is cropped short at all times. Her elegant horns stand strait from her head, with very little curve. Kaioon’s arms are taught and well muscled from hefting her great axe; An orcish weapon in the style of the Warsong Clan. She is often clad in white and brown riding leathers for comfort and mobility, she rarely dons plate-mail armor.
Date Of Birth: Unknown.
Place of Birth: The fields of Farahlon, Dreanor
Current Residence: Stormwind City.
Occupation: Blacksmith.
Hobbies: Meditation.
Alignment: Neutral good .
Abilities: Kaioon is an accomplished warrior. When pushed to her limit physically or emotionally, she may enter a berserker trance.
Strengths: Inner strength. Serenity. In constant fear of losing herself or harming others in her berserker rage, Kaioon meditates daily on the tenants of The Holy Light. This strict regiment of mental and physical preparation has given her both temperance and wisdom.
Weaknesses: Reluctance in combat. Slow to anger, in part because of her nature and in part out of fear of her own abilities.. She will avoid combat, even when it is clearly the only remaining option.
Friends: Friendly towards all, but friends with none. Kaioon lets very few close to her.
Enemies: None known
Rivals: None
Known Relative: Like many Draenei, Kaioon lost track of her family with the rise of The Horde. Her Little Sister Velkaari is not a biologic relation. Her family is presumed dead, or Broken.
Biography: The past is the favored subject of no Draenei. Their timeless lives have been tainted by more sorrows then can easily be counted. Kaioon would not willingly share the details of her history. All that is known of her past is gathered from her “Little sister” Velkaari. Here is are several excerpts from the Harborage Journal of Velkaari, translated from the origional Eredun script:
" Entry 257
Year Unknown.
That frightening woman who had met while fleeing the orcish hunting party has decided to join our harborage. She would tell us no more then that she came from Farahlon. She does not often speak, and if she had indeed witnessed first hand the butchery of that place by the orcs, then her current state is of little wonder. She staggered forward from the thick mushroom cluster as though she where a ghost of dreadful Shattrath!
The peculiar shade of her skin was obscured by fresh orc blood, and though she had just saved our lives I could not find it within myself to approach her in thanks. To my shame, I clung to Harnan like a frightened youngling. From behind him, I observed our strange savior. Her garment (if it could be called as such!) Appeared to be a priestess's robe. Though what little of the cloth remained was torn and stained many times over with blood, not all of it her own. Her eyes where wild; feral. As though she had lived alone for too long in these dark marshes.
She clings still to her massive axe in the same manner as I clung to Harnan. Perhaps she is as frightened of us as we are of her. Perhaps she is broken?”
Nickname(s): Kai, Big Sister.
Age: 400aprox.
Race: Draenei
Gender: Female
Height: 7'1, without horns.
Description: Tall, graceful and lean. Her skin is an extremely dark shade of purple, appearing nearly black in poor light. Her luminescent light-blue eyes are framed by faint freckles that dot her cheeks. Her ebon hair is cropped short at all times. Her elegant horns stand strait from her head, with very little curve. Kaioon’s arms are taught and well muscled from hefting her great axe; An orcish weapon in the style of the Warsong Clan. She is often clad in white and brown riding leathers for comfort and mobility, she rarely dons plate-mail armor.
Date Of Birth: Unknown.
Place of Birth: The fields of Farahlon, Dreanor
Current Residence: Stormwind City.
Occupation: Blacksmith.
Hobbies: Meditation.
Alignment: Neutral good .
Abilities: Kaioon is an accomplished warrior. When pushed to her limit physically or emotionally, she may enter a berserker trance.
Strengths: Inner strength. Serenity. In constant fear of losing herself or harming others in her berserker rage, Kaioon meditates daily on the tenants of The Holy Light. This strict regiment of mental and physical preparation has given her both temperance and wisdom.
Weaknesses: Reluctance in combat. Slow to anger, in part because of her nature and in part out of fear of her own abilities.. She will avoid combat, even when it is clearly the only remaining option.
Friends: Friendly towards all, but friends with none. Kaioon lets very few close to her.
Enemies: None known
Rivals: None
Known Relative: Like many Draenei, Kaioon lost track of her family with the rise of The Horde. Her Little Sister Velkaari is not a biologic relation. Her family is presumed dead, or Broken.
Biography: The past is the favored subject of no Draenei. Their timeless lives have been tainted by more sorrows then can easily be counted. Kaioon would not willingly share the details of her history. All that is known of her past is gathered from her “Little sister” Velkaari. Here is are several excerpts from the Harborage Journal of Velkaari, translated from the origional Eredun script:
" Entry 257
Year Unknown.
That frightening woman who had met while fleeing the orcish hunting party has decided to join our harborage. She would tell us no more then that she came from Farahlon. She does not often speak, and if she had indeed witnessed first hand the butchery of that place by the orcs, then her current state is of little wonder. She staggered forward from the thick mushroom cluster as though she where a ghost of dreadful Shattrath!
The peculiar shade of her skin was obscured by fresh orc blood, and though she had just saved our lives I could not find it within myself to approach her in thanks. To my shame, I clung to Harnan like a frightened youngling. From behind him, I observed our strange savior. Her garment (if it could be called as such!) Appeared to be a priestess's robe. Though what little of the cloth remained was torn and stained many times over with blood, not all of it her own. Her eyes where wild; feral. As though she had lived alone for too long in these dark marshes.
She clings still to her massive axe in the same manner as I clung to Harnan. Perhaps she is as frightened of us as we are of her. Perhaps she is broken?”