Quana

Information

Player: relinredrin

Character Full Name: Quana Kwahado

Character In-Game Name: Quana

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Ragetotem

Race: Tauren

Class: Warrior

Age: 47

Sex: Male

Hair: Light brown with small amounts of almost blond throughout his body.

Eyes: Blue in some light, but green in others.

Weight: Not sure, but a good guess would place him around 600 or so.

Height: When standing tall he reaches over 7 feet tall, but rarely does he stand straight.

Alignment: Neutral good

Although he Believes in things being just and good, he won't likely be the one to step up and take charge without good reason to. Any time he can avoid a major confrontation he will, but is not afraid to step up when he has to. This attitude tends to make others consider him rude or just stupid.

Appearance

He commonly wears loose fitting heavy leathers but when called to arms will switch to something heavier in nature.

Other: He leans towards heat resistant clothing, to avoid catching himself on fire when working at a forge.

Personality

Though people upon first meeting him may think him cold or just outright rude, he is just a quiet and reserved person. He has very little idea on how to act around large groups and is often more comfortable sitting alone in the corner, only speaking when he feels it is needed.

Loyalty, honor, and peace are the things he holds to be the most important. Loyalty to his tribe, people, and the horde. Honor to his beliefs, whether it be the Earthmother or just what is right, even though he will only uphold his belief in what is right when he absolutely has to. Peace is all he wants from life, and whatever it takes to keep it, he will do. Whether it means stopping an evil or just ignoring an idiot making comments to him.

He fears nothing but being afraid, and dieing alone without a friend, like his uncle. And even still he will be afraid to approach someone with a friendly conversation.

History

When he was still a very young Quana's parent were murdered by a random roaming band of centaurs, they had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time. He was then passed along to his only living relative, a hermit uncle he had never met. His uncle lived far away from anyone, preferring his privacy from everyone.

From the start he was made to work a days labor, assisting in his uncles work as a blacksmith. He learned quickly, and grew strong moving around the heavy metals. He soon gained a passion for the forge and creating things, something he carries to this day.

Throughout his time with his uncle he rarely met anyone from what might be considered the outside world, and had no close friends aside from his uncle. Even during major public events they would not usually go, unless his uncle saw an opportunity to make money and then it was just work.

When he was not sweating over the forge, he would be out training himself to fight, something his uncle said every young warrior needed to learn. He was quick to learn how to use a weapon and after little time surpassed his uncles teachings. He then took to training his strength and shadow fighting in long walks through the woods.

It was on one of these long walks that he got stuck sheltering under a tree by a fierce storm, that lasted hours. He fell into a deep sleep, waking the next morning to find the storm had passed and been replaced by a warm shining day. But when he returned he found his uncle had taken sick when he went out into the storm searching for him. No matter what remedy or medicine he tried his uncle's health just would not improve, and after over 40 years together his uncle died in his arms.

Soon after Quana packed his things and left, hoping to find a place to call home. He went from inn to inn, looking for something to fill the cold in his heart, but found nothing but strangers and drunken madness. It was during this time he decided he would move to a warmer place where his heart could be warmed by the sun.