Kyndrala

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Player: Aadora

Character Full Name: Kyndrala Nightclaw

Character In-Game Name: Kyndrala

Association(s): Darnassus

Race: Night Elf

Class: Druid

Skills and Abilities: She lacks any real skill with anything other than her animal forms. Specifically, she is skilled with assuming the form of a cat.

Age: 423

Sex: Female

Hair: Emerald Green

Eyes: Amber

Weight: 197 lb

Height: 6'

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: She has no usual clothing. She will wear anything from leaves and twigs to dresses and robes. However she will never be found wearing any kind of "Armor".

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Good

Kynbria when around any race beyond her own is very serious and strict. She seems to have little respect for anyone that is not a Kaldorei, and will look down on them. However she has a secret compassion for all things living, even those beyond saving in her eyes.

When around her own people she is very respectful, happy, and sometimes even a bit immature. She is "immature" because she doesn't have much social experience, and the majority of her life has been spent with only parents, or a mentor. So this causes trouble for her when socializing with Kaldorei closer to her own age group, or younger.

She is also arachnophobic.

History

She was born in Ashenvale, and was raised on the belief that she would live forever. Her life wasn't sheltered by any means, but she still didn't have any friends. Her whole family consisted of her and her parents. She questioned where her family had gone but had never received a clear answer. She decided it wasn't important. They were gone and that was all there was to it. At least that's what her parents wanted her to believe.

She stayed with her parents, who moved from place to place within the forest to avoid any kind of trouble. No matter what happened, they just kept their daughter safe. If the forest was attacked, they ran from it. Neither of her parents were fighters by any standard. They were the ones being kept safe. She became an adult, and still her life was a lot of running. It was a great milestone in her life, but she didn't know what to do. She thought, maybe she should become a sentinel to help protect the forest, and even her family from whatever it was they had been running from all this time. But she was so indecisive she just stuck to the life she knew.

When she was nearly 350, she was approached by a man in the village they were staying in. He told her he believed she would make a great druid. She was surprised, as such a comment was so sudden and seemed to have no calling behind it. The man proceeded to talk to her parents, but she wasn't able to hear what they were talking about as they moved inside and told her to stay out. The only person to exit the house was the strange man. He bowed to her, and introduced himself. He told her that he would be her mentor and that she would no longer be living with her family.

She didn't understand why this was happening. A few hundred years and suddenly she is taken away from her family. But some part of her wanted this though she didn't really understand why it was she was leaving them. She just knew that she had been chosen for something.

The man took her to live with him, in some secluded house deep in the forest. He told her she would be training to be what he was, a druid. He taught her of the importance of such a role, and what it meant for her. She was in awe at being chosen to train as such a great thing. But he told her it had to be a secret, and that was why they were to live so far away from people. She didn't understand... she just couldn't get why something so great and important had to be kept a secret. She knew there were other druids, was she special? She hadn't learned about druids... so maybe there was more to it. She would find out in time.

Her training soon began, and she tried her best to learn. She was doing good, learning to cast a few spells, and in time the very importance of all life around her. After years passed, her mentor decided it was time she learned shapeshifting. It was a great trial she had to go through. It was like nothing she had ever "learned" before. But she did it... by the end of the month, she had shifted into the form of a cat. But she was far from being even -good- at it. It took her a great amount of effort and focus, sometimes taking hours to be able to change.

Everything she learned, her mentor smiled. Every time she learned something or simply even tried hard in her lessons, her mentor just smiled proudly at her. It was as if she could do no wrong, or that he was imply proud of her for the simplest thing. He always had a sparkle in his eye when he was looking at her. She didn't understand it, but was happy she seemed to be doing such a great job.

As even more years passed, she was put through more trials, and more learning. She took it all in like a sponge soaking up water. She didn't have a social life, and her mentor was her family now. In his old age and his great wisdom... he was like the funny old grandfather she never truly had.

Then the day came that her people lost their immortality. What became the lifespan for her people, her mentor had long passed, but lived on. He became tired of many things. It had been a long time since his daughter had passed. Long, by his peoples standards. He was unsure what to do as he slowly felt his will to live leaving him. He ventured out alone one day, seeking to meditate on his feelings. He traveled far away, leaving her to her training, and a few little house chores hoping to keep her from following her.

She however, followed him anyways. She knew he was a great fighter, but believed he had changed since the sundering. It hadn't been long but his complete emotional change was apparent. She tracked him, only able to keep up with his scent. He soon stopped at a waterfall on the face of a cliff. He chose a spot and sat down, closing his eyes and beginning to think about why he felt the way he did.

Was it anger for what he had to live through, or was it something having to do with the loss of his immortality? He questioned this, and sat still to the eyes of Kyndrala for a few days. She waited the entire time, watching him from the bushes.

After growing tired of watching someone who never did anything interesting, she curled up and began to fall asleep. It wasn't that long of a nap, perhaps a few hours. She awoke to something she never expected. Her mentor was curled up on the ground, where he originally sat in meditation. Beside him curled up in death was a spider. It was just a simple spider, nothing special about it.

She ran down to him, pulling him away from the creature. He was breathing but clutching a wound, or two rather. He looked at her in pain, not looking surprised at all that she was here. She inspected him to find he had taken a single bite, before he was able to react to the creature.

He simply stated, "I... was so lost in thought I never even noticed it coming. One second I was thinking, and the next it had a hold on me."

She moved to heal him, but he pushed her away. He stated he had been in much thought, as was obvious. He told her he had decided something about his life.

"I have lost much in my life... and spent much more wallowing in my own self pity. But I think I have done what I was destined to do... that was perhaps finally some use to this hurting world."

She took him back home, having trouble moving him with his refusal to accept healing. He told her he believed it was his time, that a spider attacking him in such a way was all the sign he needs that he was ready.

The venom of the spider slowly killed him. Whatever species it was, its venom was made more for stunning than killing. But nevertheless, it was killing him.

Kyndrala sat there... and watched her mentor die. In his last day or so that he was around, he told her that she had done great, and that he was very proud of her. He told her that he could not have asked for a better student.

She decided that perhaps this was finally the time to ask him why he had chosen her. With all she had learned, she finally understood why they had to live in such a secluded area. She asked him, "Why me?". It was a simple question. Nothing special about it and not very original. But that was all she wanted to know all this time.

He told her that a long time ago, probably since even before she was born, he had a daughter. He said that she grew up in the very house that Kyndrala had trained in. She had grown wanting nothing more than to be a druid someday. She told him she was going to be the greatest druidess Azeroth had ever seen. He said this same little girl, was born with a sickness. She didn't live long enough to become the druidess she dreamed of being. He was heartbroken, and for many years lived in the house by himself. Apparently she was the first thing he saw when he arrived in the village. He spent so many years alone, thinking of his daughter that someone that looked so much like her drew his eyes immediately.

He said it was a mix of emotions for him. He felt as if he was seeing a ghost, and was stunned in fear. At the same time he was filled with joy feeling like she had never truly died. He knew neither of these were true. Upon speaking with her parents and telling them he believed she had the potential to become a druidess, they were unsure of how to take it. But he was able to convince them to agree on the terms that they would see her again.

His final words were telling her that he felt as if he kept his promise to his daughter, and gave the world a great druidess at the same time. She wasn't sure how to feel about this. Had she been used, or had he really cared for her as someone beyond a representation of her daughter? The smile on his face as he passed told her everything. He was proud of her as Kyndrala, not as his daughter.

Kyndrala hated going through this. If he would only let her help him... or even help himself! But even as he was dying her mentor kept his humor. For the last moments of his life he became the funny old grandpa that she never had. She was proud to have been his pupil.

When he had finally passed and his body was properly taken care of, she stayed in the house as her own home. She continued her training on her own,without anyone to guide her now. She learned to fight as the forest became increasingly dangerous, calling on animals to help her. She had a system in place where she would find a formidable opponent in the wild, and as an animal herself would challenge it. Should she win, which she always did, she would heal the animal as to assure it of her intentions. She doesn't know if they really understood but they were always grateful for her healing. Grateful... even though she was the one who inflicted their pain in the first place.

But fighting animals was a longshot from fighting another creature such as an Elf or... a Troll.

She returned to her people as a simple elf, not letting on that she was a druidess. They accepted her as someone who had simply been long since training her combat skills in the forest. She was soon reunited with her parents who in her absence... had another child. She was surprised to find she now had a young sister. She was only a few years old, so Kyndrala was grateful she had not been gone long enough to miss out on being a big sister.

Years passed and a new island was built. Kyndrala didn't care for an attempt to regain their immortality, as she didn't want to take the chance of watching someone die again who was supposed to live forever. She stayed in the forest and was unmoved when she heard it had failed. When the day came that her kind was finally accepted by her people, she had already long since finished her training. She was lucky to not have had a large social life as female druids were popping up, she simply appeared into society as a seemingly random druidess. It was not questioned how long she had been one, it was just accepted that... she was one.

Since then she has stayed in the forest and devoted herself mostly to helping the wounded in the war with the Orcs. However recently she has been leaning more towards joining the conflict directly.