Andra

Information

Player: Krilari

Character Full Name: Mother Andra

Character In-Game Name: Andra

Nickname(s): The Baker, Min’da, Mother, Matron

Association(s): Shattrath City, The Exodar, The Sha’kur,

Race: Draenei

Class: Priest

Age: 10,024

Sex: Female

Hair: Light-Blue

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 172 Lb

Height: 7'0"

Appearance

Marred by the pains of malnutrition, Andra’s already petite form has hence only grown weaker. Lean arms of pale complexion sprout out from a mother’s torso, her chest’s complexion aided only by the trials of motherhood. Southward along her figure curves outward in what are naturally wide hips, though they narrow just as quickly as her nutrient-deprived legs become apparent. The entirety of her person is clothed in a thick woolen robe, it’s white complexion accented with light browns and brief flashes of gold. Paired with her weak form would be a simplistic walking stick, the only real ornament being the crescent symbol that sits along it’s head.

Atop of her head commonly sits a beaten leather hat of human work, though years of service to the Draenic woman have made it all but useful. From beneath broken stitches and threadbare patches her stress-touched hair sticks out, strands of snow-white hair that have thinned with the challenges of life. Despite it all she wears it in a lively fashion, giving the soft hair a bob to play against her aged visage.

Personality

Once a woman solely defined by the idea of pacifism, Andra has since grown in her experiences. Where she was one to believe that there is redemption found for all, that has now been replaced with a burning hatred for the demons which were responsible for the slaughter at the Temple of Karabor. Atop of hatred, fear has mounted for the array of orcs and elves which were both fairly responsible for the death of hundreds if not hundreds of thousands of Draenei. All in all, she cares not to see the demons redeemed, simply eradicated, wiped out of existence. She feels no compassion for her long lost Eredar brothers and sisters. She had strewn a bold line: They’re either with the demons, or against them. All in all, Andra is still much of a pacifist and finds it not her place in the world to fight against the legion, leaving it for those who are more built for such a task.

Despite such a harsh opinion of the demons it’s not to be said that Andra is a heartless woman, on the contrary she has garnered a reputation for her motherly tendencies. Ever since the growth of her child the woman has almost felt at a need for others to care for, and thus she commonly takes to the care of others who may be found needing. From young children to war-torn veterans no one is outside of potential aid- even Orcs or Blood Elves under some circumstances.

History

Born in the midst of the draenei’s exile from Argus, Andra was conceived from a youthful mage and her faithful, Vindicator husband. Of course in the midst of their traveling, the inter-dimensional ship Oshu’gun landed upon a nameless planet which seemed to have no association with humanoid life. Andra was born not even a year after Oshu’gun landed in the heartlands of this heavily-vegetated land. The forest was cut down to an extent and houses were build out of the materials provided. Andra’s family lived on the edge of the nameless town within a rather large wooden house. During the days, her brother Xigo would go out and train with their father while her mother stayed inside and tended to young Andra whenever needed. Yet, as the years went on and Andra learned how to walk and go about on her own, she was not one to be bound to the confines of the wooden house. She would go about, walking along the edge between the grassy plain and the forest edge. While she hadn’t a single idea what all the plants or animals were, they still filled her with a sense of awe and amazement. When she could, the young girl would take up a small pencil and an equally small pad of paper, patrolling about the edge of the town once more, but this time whenever something caught her interest, she would try to scribble down a small image of it, or maybe take small notes in the few words she knew. Though, it usually wasn’t long before she was interrupted by her rambunctious brother Xigo along with their cousin Ranjit.

In her adolescent years, Andra never truly gave heed to the arcane arts that were practiced all about her, especially from her own mother. Yet it wouldn’t be until she was a teenager that her mother gifted upon her dusty old tome that was bound by leather. While her mother had refused to tell her flat out, Andra soon found out on her own. She cracked open the beaten leather and rifled through the dusty pages, finding her interested immediately stuck to the years of arcane practices recorded upon the pages. Though even as Andra learned and learned, when she asked about it her mother politely refused Andra any tutoring on the excuse that Arcane is far too dangerous to be left in the hands of children. Still, Andra toted the tome about wherever she could. As she marched about the edge of the forest, she held the tome in place of her pad and pencil, reading on, unaware of the outside world. Of course this usually ended with her bumping into trees or tripping over vines as her brother and cousin snickered to themselves far off. At this point, Andra didn’t mind as she simply dusted herself off and continued reading on. In the course of a day, the young draenei might come to circumvent the entire border of the town once or twice as her curiosity was tantalized by every turn of a page.

Because her parents refused her to train at such a young age, Andra would burn time as she watched her brother and father spar with wooden blades made from the local trees. On almost every attempt her father would out-maneuver his much younger son, but yet on a rare occasion would come to hold the point of his blade at his father’s neck, grinning in victory as his father looked on in surprise. Andra would of course sit and cheer her brother on. When all was said and done for the day, the young teenager would go off into the house and rifle about in the crates, digging out book after book which she would spend her time reading, even if the topic or plot was something that was completely lost to her. There was a forbidden fruit amongst the bunch though, an old weathered tome bound by soft leather and tied with a sinew string. When Andra took it up and began to tote it back to her room, her mother took notice and quickly whisked the book away with a flash of arcane. Andra did not take well to that at all, but just as ever her mother remained cool and calm, explaining that there are some books not meant for the likes of children. While Andra pouted and simply stormed off empty-handed, one could almost immediately the wheels in her head turning.

In the dead of night, as all of the house slept, Andra carefully clopped along the wooden floor. Her petite hooves covered by two pieces of woven cloth that were hence named as ‘hoof cozies’. With these she snuck her way back to the book, which laid beside her mother’s bed. With the greed of a rogue she snatched the book up and quickly slid her way out of the room, so much in haste that she did not see her eldest brother and ran straight into him.

Her eldest brother was a mystery to her. During the days he worked about the town doing something she wasn’t quite sure of. All she knew was that what he did was important, as described by her mother. The towering man struck fear into the heart of the teen-aged girl, who stood frozen as he leaned down to her height. His pale gaze illuminated a light smile aimed at her as he muttered in a low tone as to not wake the rest of the house. “Go to bed, little Andra. It’s well past your bedtime.” The sudden fear gave way as the smile soothed her mind. With his massive paw of a hand he patted Andra on the head shortly before she hastily made her way back to her own room.

From there she would spend all night reading and learning. With a radiant crystal in-hand, Andra pulled the covers up and over her small horns and cracked the weathered journal open. Instead of striking the fear of the Legion into her, it instead perplexed and amused, tantalizing her similar to how a child is mesmerized by a fairy tale. That night she read of demons and heroes, Of the choice Velen took to free his people from the clutches of the Legion, of Sageras the Dark Titan, of the traitors Kil’jaeden and Archimonde, and of the Naaru’s magic that helped save them. By the light of dawn, Andra passed out from exhaustion.

The next five years were time a peace, a time where Andra might of just had the illusion that perhaps the Legion had lost track of them and given up. In the years she reached the peak of her physical maturity, which was greeted with much confusion.

Alas the inevitable descended upon them, demons raining down upon the poor, unsuspecting planet like a plague. Infernals rained from the sky as the army of fel guards sacked the city, slaying anyone they could manage to catch. Luckily for Andra and her family, her mother managed to perform another miracle of magic. With the entire family huddled together in fear, she managed to amass a teleportation spell which brought them all unto Oshu’gun. From outside she could hear as women and children quickly rushed into the entrance while the men all fought with a fury Andra had never quite seen before. Even still, the course of events had her blood pumping and her thoughts rushing. In the clutch of her father’s arms she soon blacked out.

When she finally came to, all was calm. Her family sat nearby, each with their gaze watching expectantly towards her while on her otherwise was a fairly young vindicator, still clad in light armor from the combat and receiving treatment for a gash on his arm. This seemed to strike her fancy more than anything else at the moment, as she slowly rose to greet him with a smile and a wave. While her family watched on still, she struck up light conversation with the young man who seemed relieved to be able to perform the simple task of talking. The two went on for longer than anyone else would care as the rest of her family went off to their own devices.

Years would drift by as the draenei people fled from planet to planet in a useless attempt to flee from the Burning Legion. During these times Andra would find her refuge in whatever book she could read, and on occasion when she could not read she would write, penning short stories that were rather shallow though meaningful in morals. In her adolescent years, Andra never really recognized the Arcane, but now she was approaching her two-thousandth birthday and her mother had a special gift on mind. The woman, now aged not by time but by her worry gifted Andra one tome that she did manage to hide, an advanced guide to the Arcane and how to manipulate it. Through the ancient texts of the ancient tome as well as the motherly guidance provided, Andra soon earned her right to be a gifted student of the Arcane.

At night she would practice on her own, determined to prove she had some worth in her, that she could be more than just a trophy. In the midst of her training she would be gleefully interrupted by her elder brother who paid visits on occasion. He had made a habit of appearing at the late hours of the night as to act as a moral support for his younger sister. Unfortunately these visits did not last long as her eldest brother had a family of his own to tend to, even short she came to value the time shared together. While the nights were spent with practice and little rest, the young magus went out and grew in the community during the day. Soon forming a daily routine, andra would come and give her thanks to the vindicators which guarded them so closely, amongst them was the young man she talked with years ago. Shy at first to the admittedly intimidating men all clad in armour which shone with the brilliance of the Naaru, she soon warmed up to the group, even going as far as to bring them basketfuls of muffins or other baked goods while they were on break. Even though the gifts were for all, her sights were set on that lone, young vindicator. It would be years before he caught on, and months before he managed to achieve the guile, but at the ripe age of 5,012 he finally proposed.

Two years later, the happy couple were wed under the protective reach of the Prophet Velen with all of the public in attendance. The timing was perfect as the draenei were once more in a period of peace upon a peaceful planet similar to that which Andra was born upon. The freshly wed couple took up a calm, peaceful life in which much of their time was spent in one another’s presence. Unfortunately this would not come to last long as just a year after the ceremony, the Legion descended once more. Much like a nightmare relived, the hellfire rained from the skies which grew red as all life was snuffed out by the raging flames.

Oshu’gun took to the nether once more. Over the years deaths were forgotten and life continued on. The vindicator and his magus wife finally bore a child when she reached the age of eight-thousand, a little child that would come to be called ‘little Yui’. Andra was radiant to have a child of her own, beaming brightly as she cuddled the small girl to her tightly. Just as the wedding, many came to celebrate the birth, gifting Yui with small gifts and kisses or other signs of affection as they wished the couple well.

As time passed, the young Yui took much after her mother, walking about observing everything she could with a mind of curiosity. Yet still she had the blessing to have an active father. Where Andra was a lean, barely muscled woman that had little physical ability, her husband was a man whose life training centered about two main points; The Light and physical fitness. In a small reference back to her own mother, she refused the teaching of arcane to Yui before she was older.

The Temple of Karabor was something magnificent, for months she had been traveling upon the lands of the orcs, making her way past the sanctuary of Shattrath City and instead made her roots in the radiant temple. During the days Andra would study and meditate amongst its gardens while her husband worked vigorously on its defense. In the midst of turmoil, Andra had once again found peace.

The Temple of Karabor would come to be the boon for Andra’s knowledge, given the vast libraries of information soared there. From cooking recipes to potion formulas, tomes of the arcane and books of blades were all arranged for public use. For a few years, her family were the unfortunate test subjects of her slowly improving cooking. Once more the threat of the legion crept to the back of her mind, replaced by more gentle thoughts. In the midst of her stay there, Andra renewed her familiarity to the arcane as she had admittedly fallen off of her daily practices.

In the midst of one of her morning routines, she could hear the far off sound of warhorns , yells, screams and marching. On the horizon she would watch the line of swarming orcs, all of which dominated the horizon. There were a few worried whispers spread about those who were awake at the time, continuing on for about five minutes before a barking yell could be heard from the highest watchtower;

“Demons!”

Yells of panic soon filled the air as wives desperately scrambled to find refugee in the arms of their husbands. Children wandered aimlessly, soon scooped up by complete strangers and ushered to safety. In the midst of it all, Andra stood calm before a pool of water that complemented the gardens. Behind her came a tall, towering figure which laid an assuring hand on her shoulder. There were no words exchanged, the worried wife simply placing a kiss on her husband’s lips before he took up his helm and blade, soon marching off into the depths of the temple. From these same depths, Yui would come fleeing out in her nightgown and into her mother’s arms. Andra held her close, a single tear streaming from her closed eyes before the two blinked away in a shimmer of arcane.

Andra and Yui both fled from the temple along with the few other survivors. Amongst their shattered group were a few of the vindicators, though most were women and children whose husbands and fathers had died off fighting the orcs. Andra could only fear that her vindicator had found a similar fate. Just as the draenei people wallowed in depression, they wallowed through the marshes of Zangarmarsh, the planes of blades edge mountains and finally into the sundered land of Netherstorm.

Her travels all seemed to be a blur to her. Even the grand battle at Tempest Keep she chose not to remember most of. Only in the sanctuary of a Naaru did she peek out of her hole. The Exodar, as it was named, was fueled by the radiant powers of a Naaru. It was the glorious sight of one of the majestic divine beings that gave her the will to press on as the inter-dimensional ship hurtled through the nether.

The Exodar began to rattle and shake, quaking as the dimensional technology was activated. Before Andra could put much thought into it, she could feel herself falling as the entire ship came hurtling down from the skies high above Azuremist isle. In what she thought were to be her final moments, Andra tightly clutched onto a crystal pillar which riddled the ship and prayed that her suffering would be swift.

Instead of suffering, the grown woman was met with a massive tremor as the ship made landfall against the conveniently placed mountain on the outer rim of the island. Once she managed to wrench her eyes open, Andra could only see that she was well above the rest of the Exodar, which lay in ruins. With a swift recite of her spells, Andra came skittering down onto the floor of the ship, riding the air safely.

Andra spent years upon the Exodar, working a soup kitchen for those who managed to survive the crash, as well she offered council for those who were terribly wrecked by the widespread death of their people. On rare occasions she would go about and use her arcane magics to aid in cremations and ceremonies as such. All in all, she would not leave the Exodar until well after the death of the Lich King.

When the time came to depart Andra did not take to exploring the newly-found world, but instead tended to the needs of their old one. Draenor was still ravaged by war and thousands wallowed within the slums of Shattrath. Putting her experience to use she soon opened up one of many bakeries within the city’s lowest tier. Day in and day out she busied herself with the simple task of delivering cheap but filling foods to as many as she could manage on her own. During these times she would come to meet many people that she would come to call close friends and children- Tellah, Kapre, Xanthe, Nexariel, Gantrithor, Talesta - These would only be a few of the many that she supported and in her own desperate hours supported her.

Death seemed to follow the woman like a curse, slowly enveloping those that she loved. The first to fall was her mate, however not too many years after would be a man she had taken in like her own son- Kapre. Struck down by an assassin in his most vulnerable hour Andra arrived a few moments too late, her travels slowed by the pains of Arcane addiction. Only once she was able to bring Kapre back to the sacred city of Shattrath by hand did she forsake the arcane powers completely. In the weeks that followed Kapre returned to life and health through the workings of magic, but Andra crept further into disrepair. Finally stricken far enough she left the city and returned to the source of her pains and the home of her visionary tormentors- Karabor.

A once sparkling citadel was now nothing more than abandoned ruins, home to only spirits now that it’s great halls had been cleared out by the army of the great A’dal. It was here that she underwent the grueling process of purification. She faced a great many struggles to her body, mind and emotions but in the end she managed to survive and thusly walked out of the temple a better woman, a self-proclaimed priestess.

Skills and Abilities

Once a Mage Always a Mage - While she may not conjure the arcane arts any longer Andra can not forsake all of it’s knowledge. Sharply she can still recall the incantations and practices of magics, making her capable of tutoring those in need.

Tempting Treats - The lower tiers of Shattrath City are stricken with pains as well as opportunities. Within the depths of the Lower City Andra has established a small bakery for herself, using it as a position to which she can pass out her charities to the less fortunate.