Turaul
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Player: Absurdkoala
Character Full Name: Turaul Ravenwatcher
Character In-Game Name: Turaul
Nickname(s): None
Association(s): Penumbra
Race: Tauren
Class: Priest
Skills and Abilities: Simple Light control, jewelry/armor crafting
Age: 87
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Cloudy green
Scale/Height: .95
Appearance
Usual Garments/Armor: Dark clothing, usually robes, to help keep him warmer. He wears a total of twelve rings on his fingers, two on each. Along his horns he wears more golden rings.
Other: He's very frail, as far as a Tauren goes at least. His vision has faded though he's capable of seeing general shapes and colors.
Personality
He's very curious, which tends to put him in strange situations. Dislikes being alone and tends to be very gracious.
History
Turaul was born in a nomadic tribe, growing up mainly in Stonetalon. In his youth he saw the Tauren people become increasingly hounded by the Centaur menace and the concept of death arose very early. He began training with the other warriors and hunters of his tribe, doing what ever it took to help ensure their survival.
This struggle lasted many decades for Turaul, and along the way he had met Donya Cloudhair. The two were glued at the hip and Turaul would have done anything and everything in his power for her. One night Turaul couldn't sleep and instead he traveled not far from their camp site to where they had placed the dead to rest just a few feet above the earth. Their heads were unbound and he could see all their faces, one of which had a raven pecking at it. He swung his hand at it to send it flying but every time he did, the bird would just land on another body. He stood there as long as he could through the night watching the bodies making sure they were left alone.
Turaul and Donya had given birth to two children, one female and one male, Chesie and Tahndo, it was at this point in his life he thought there was more to it than just hoping you see the next sunrise without an ambush. Not but fifteen years into his childrens life the orcs had helped them retake Mulgore, Turaul being older at the time did not partake in the combat. He stayed on the back lines to help aid those who couldn't fight much longer and helped prepare bodies that had fallen.
With their new home in Mulgore and their new city, Thunderbluff, things seemed prosperous for Turaul. He took work as a craftsman, making jewelry and simple leather armors. He watched as his children grew up into adults, Donya and Turaul had grown even closer as simple tensions of life had passed.
Months before the Cataclysm, both Turaul and Donya had fallen ill. Fever and terrible coughs left them winded from just trying to get out of bed, though Turaul had gotten sick after Donya he was much better before her. She never seemed to get better. Eventually she had passed during the night, Turaul had made it his goal to give her the funeral she needed, leaving her head unbound. He watched every night over her, making sure no ravens had decided to make a meal out of her.
With the introduction of the Sunwalkers and Seers it brought hope to his people and Turaul took a chance to preoccupy his time in a positive way. He learned to draw upon the power of An'she, though his skills were limited due to fatigue. He felt it was odd that the tauren were able to use this gift while giving nothing, in any sense, in return. Turaul found this concerning, even he knew the brightest light casts the darkest shadow and as time went on he began to grow wary of what they were doing. With worry in his heart he left Thunderblufff, said goodbye to his children who had stayed and took off into the world.
During his travels he encountered one Therai Nightglade, who took an interest in Turaul. He sat in the middle of a grave yard when she found him and she had told him about the force known as Shadow and its relation to the Light. With this new information and with the help of Therai, Turaul aims to learn how to control the Shadow, bringing it and the power of An'she into the balance it needs to be.
