Kenarial

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Player: Mir

Character Full Name: Kenarial Everbloom

Character In-Game Name: Kenarial

Nickname(s): Kenny, Ken, Moonlight

Association(s): Sin'dorei, Church of the Light, Horde

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Priestess

Age: 122

Sex: Female

Hair: Blonde hair, usually kept down, hanging just above her hips. Neatly groomed and usually straight.

Eyes: Fel Green

Weight: Petite 100-105 lbs

Height: short, 5'4-5'5

Appearance

When dressed in her formal clothing, Kenarial is often wearing rather regal looking garbs, ones to be expected from a priestess of the light.

A silk robe that stops just short of dragging on the ground, infact brushing over the tops of her feet. Often wears a hood with the armor but not always. When the hood is on it usually hides her eyes.

She has a tiny diamond stud in her left nostril, along with a golden ring in both of her earlobes.

Although she sees every little in the way of combat she often wears shoulder pads meant for a battle-priest. She finds them pleasing to the eye, a conversation starter in some cases.

Other: She carries around a mace that glows with holy energy, although she could not bring herself to harm a soul with it. Most likely just another conversation piece.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Good

Despite being over a century old, Kenny acts with a child-like sense of innocence that some may admire, perhaps even long for. Never in a foul mood for long although easily offended.

She does not have a single mean bone in her body, even when acted towards with aggression she will often completely overlook it and try to lend a hand. Some may think she acts rather obliviously to various things around her, and she does. Having a vivid imagination she can entertain herself for hours with her creative daydreaming.

More recently she has developed quite the sense of jealousy when other women linger too long by her fiancé’s side.

History

From a young age Kenarial Everbloom was a studious girl. She never had a talent for the arcane arts, or had the stomach to be any sort of warrior or hunter, no her passion resided within the school of light and the books of her people.

Both of her parents were astute followers of the light and did not hesitate to throw their daughter onto the path, which would lead her along the trail they too followed at her age. They enforced strict study habits, limited her social contact with other children her age, and generally tried to limit most distractions she could have faced as a child. That being said, they were loving parents who only wanted the best for her, she, unlike most children understood that, never really going through a rebellious stage.

As she grew to adult hood she stayed close to her family, never straying away to the outside world until she was already grown. Living such a sheltered life, she often seemed just slightly out of the norm to her peers. That could have been her constant desire to discuss the light, her inability to hold a conversation without daydreaming, or even her constant admiration of old folk tales and romances. Kenarial never really took notice of the fact that she was an outsider. Still, eventually she grew bold enough to venture out on her own. She set out on a task to visit all of the notable churches of the light. She would never have been allowed to go if her parents had not set out on a similar goal at her age.

It took years, stopping at nearly every mission or chapel she could find. This was of course when the humans and high elves maintained diplomatic relations, before the destruction of the Sunwell, and her peoples aligning with the Orcish Horde. With every stop she made she learned all she could about the light from that particular church. She would stay for days, weeks, sometimes even months at a particular chapel. She never wanted to miss an opportunity to expand her knowledge. Although to this day, if asked, her favorite chapel is still the one in Stormwind, although she is no longer allowed to see it.

Many years into her pilgrimage, shortly after leaving the human kingdom of Elwynn forest, she felt this odd tugging in the back of her mind. Initially thinking it was nothing, she continued her travels but as the days went on that tugging developed into near crippling pain. she quickly made her way to a sea port, boarding the first ship that would take her north. She was finally going home.

The voyage itself took several days, obviously a pilgrim did not make much in the way of coin. She was forced to stay in the most filthy quarters on the ship. She had never been on a ship before, unknown to her she did not have the stomach for it. It was a four day voyage of nothing but a crippling migraine and unrelenting sea-sickness.

As the ship sailed into dock, she was the first one off the boat. Landing in the sunsail anchorage in the western part of her peoples lands, she was shocked to find all the workers there in a sort of trance, most paying her no mind or acting openly hostile. Their skin had gone pail and she noted that their eyes were turning a more sinister yellow color.

As she got closer to home the pain increased, nearly in sobs for most of the trip, begging for the light to ease her pain. No guards, the whole countryside was left unattended... Something was wrong, something was very very wrong. She made her way south east, she was sure something big must be going on in Silvermoon, but she had to find her family. . The land of eternal spring, it was all dying, the black streak that marred her home land was enough to escalate her sobs, cursing whatever foul monstrosity could do this to her people, to the land itself. Everything smelled of death and blood. She rushed along, doing her best to make it to her own home. She made it to her home town... Tranquillen. It was in rubble The few structures that remained were in pieces.. Barely a shadow of what they once were.

Moving to the rubble of their old home she found her parents... Her mother, she was dead. Still being held in the arms of her father. He was alive. But at this point it was debatable if that was a good thing at all. They... They looked so sick. He was pale, she was pale. His eyes were an unsettling green. The plague had taken her mother, and the lack of magic was destroying the mind of her father. He rocked back and forth with his dead love in his arms. He was mumbling, sweating, and perfectly resembling the description of a madman from her stories... She tried to talk to him, tried for hours, he never even looked away from his wife.

For hours she sat there, the pain eating at her mind. Slowly she began to piece things together, she was becoming a shell, just like her father. She did not want to but she was forced... She had to leave them, with tear filled eyes she made her way further North, unable to stop sobbing. A horror so terrible nothing in her stories came close. The dead, her own people, walking, attacking any living thing who dared venture too close. Finally she made it to the city, covered in cold sweat. She was terrified. Everyone was weak, but at least it seemed people were coping. She was eventually treated... In the months that followed she spent most of her time in a sick-ward, being treated. They were surprised she still right in the head. Most who went as long as she did without getting help had become the vile wretched. Her father included, who refused to leave the side of his mate.

To this day, Kenarial Everbloom refuses to set foot in the region now known as the Ghostlands.

After months of recovery, and her peoples slow adapting to the loss of the Sunwell, she pledged herself to the Light, becoming a full and official member of the Church... Like most of her people she was thrilled when her leader, the (at that time) idolized Kael'thas. She too took part in the draining of fel energy to ease the pain of her addiction. She also cared very little about the odd change in eye color, she thought it added a better sense of mystery to her people, again thinking back to her old stories to find the silver lining in her own life. For the next five years she returned to her travels, visiting all of the areas she had missed. Towards the end of this time she was thrilled to be traveling back to Stormwind, another chance to see the huge 'Cathedral of the Light.' She could not wait. However, upon entering the human territory she was stopped by an elderly man, a priest of the light. She was recognized right away. "Ken, what are you doing, you know you aren't allowed here anymore!" She was completely unaware that her people had recently signed an alliance with the Orcish Horde. It took her hours of talking to finally realize who she was speaking to. The old man was still an altar boy when she last visited. Truly time had passed without her realizing it, they were good friends back then... But now the man was at the end of his days amongst the living. She reluctantly left, constantly apologizing for being gone so long. He waved off her apologies, seeming to hold no grudge against her. The years had made him a wise man. Eventually they got around to their farewells, a long farewell. Kenarial was aware this was the last act of kindness a human would show her for a long time, and the last time she'd ever see her friend again...

So again she was sent home, hoping this time she would not receive such crippling emotional scars.

Since then she had tried to get used to being allied with the Orcs, Trolls, and other races of the Horde. Ones that her people once fought against alongside the humans. She harbors no hate for them, although is still not completely trusting of them. She has remained in her own lands since being set free from Stormwind. Finally coming to trust the Horde when they assisted her people in the restoration of the Sunwell.

Although now, the Lich King is dead, she had very little to do with that whole struggle. She would occasionally heal someone in her care that returned from the war, but never ventured to the icy north until after Arthas' defeat.

Recently, she has been in her first actual romantic relationship, save for school yard crushes as a child. She is engaged to Zeein Drakewing, and is now looking forward to becoming a member of the family.