Khardona

Information

Player: Rensin

Character Full Name: Khardona

Character In-Game Name: Khardona

Nickname(s): Digger, Tombstone, Mr. Mohawk, Preacher, Elfy, Longear, Hey-Guy-With-The-Shovel-over-There

Association(s): Ebon Blade

Race: Night Elf

Class: Priest

Age: 629

Sex: Male

Hair: Blue, Mohawked

Eyes: Amber

Weight: 260 lbs

Height: 7'2

Appearance

Usually in green, hodge-podged elf-like armor, strewn together by tattered fabric, various sorts of bones, bits of light metal, and a few dangling trinkets that he deems to be "neat".

Other: He carries both a shovel, and a staff on his back. The shovel is quite well taken care of, the staff looks home-made from wood and iron scraps.

Personality

Being that he's in a position that's considered serious, Khardona tends to try and bring levity to what he does... grave digging. He tries to remain in the boundaries of respect and tact, often flirting that line. However, that is only when faced with a situation that's overwhelmingly serious.

He tends to be very meticulous with his work, whether it's general priest duties (Healing, preaching, what have you) or what he usually opts to do, bury those who have departed.

Other than work related traits, he tends to be a matter-of-a-fact individual. He doesn't beat around the bush, or even try to spare the feelings of others. If you value honest input, he'll give it to you.

While he takes care of the dead, he does have quite a bit of distaste for the undead, and even more for anything demonic. He is begrudgingly acceptant that there ARE secretive Warlocks and even Necromancers within the Alliance, however when it comes to the horde he's outright belligerent with them. While not acceptant of most of the Horde, he still understands that certain factions accept them as well as Elves and other Alliance races.

History

As far as Khardona could remember, his people were at odds with the Burning Legion. Or so he was taught. He started his days as a warrior, fighting back evil with nothing more than a staff and hard-willed determination to continue fighting and to stay alive. Really though, he didn't see much combat, mostly due to the fact he was male. His mother still taught him what she could, against the wishes of his father, who was a druid. Not as if he had much say though, his father was asleep in the dream.

For a long while, he remember there being peace. As if time had forgotten his race, and that there wouldn't be anything that could actually disrupt them. He lived at peace with his people, and his training with his mother dwindled into almost nothing.

Then, a new race came, invading their forests. Orcs, disgusting green creatures that reminded everyone that demons still existed. These things tore down trees, and didn't care who was there before them. The green beasts continued to ravage the land, but he went along with his people to try and stop the carnage. He was incredibly underskilled compared to the females on the battlefield, and ended up getting injured in more than a few skirmishes. It seemed, being a warrior was not for him.

This realization came around the same time Archimonde did. His home was destroyed, along with his mother, who fought to her last dying breath. His father, was among the druids that had woken up, and sadly also lost his life.

After this major loss to his people, Khardona was faced with a harsh fact that his now mortal race realized. They were now susceptible to dying from old age. Along with losing his treasured mother, and a father he never really knew, Khardona was tormented by this idea that he could also die, as well as those he fought alongside, or those that he loved.

He sought advice. He turned to the Priestesses of his kind, who were starting to accept male believers of Elune into their fold. They provided him with some hard answers to his questions of death, namely that it's inevitable, but it should not be feared. He started to train himself with the ways of the light, praising Elune as he learned some very basic techniques, including the shadow-side of holy magics, and using them as a tool to do good and even bolster his fighting techniques.

With this training, he asked to be put on a duty his kind seldom had to worry about... grave digging. He wanted to be able to return his kin to the ground under the watch of the Moon Goddess, and to silently sing praises for those fallen warriors who went further than he ever could have.

Now, while still learning the ways of the light, he's started a pilgrimage. He travels from place to place, looking to work as a gravedigger in various areas, while spreading the word of the light.