Caithan

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Player: Hitoshi

Character Full Name: Caithan Moonvine

Character In-Game Name: Caithan

Nickname(s): Caith

Association(s): The Sentinels (mother), Druid of the Wild

Race: Night Elf

Class: Druid

Age: 540

Sex: Male

Hair: Dark Blue

Eyes: Amber

Weight: 230

Height: 7'3

Alignment: Neutral

Appearance

Thick animal hides with traditional Kaldorei and Druidic designs imprinted upon them. Other: He wears a simple cloth bandage slung over his right eye since there is nothing lying in its socket; he also has poor vision through his left eye due to injuries sustained in the third war.

Personality

Caithan has always believed in self disciple since he was a child, he refrains from alcohol and mind altering substances since it is his belief that a clouded mind is easily subdued and dominated. Recently after the loss of his eyesight he has been particularly out spoken about his beliefs that the machinations of the other races will bring the down fall of the natural order and that the Sin Dorei are a bastardized husk of their former selves ever since they became corrupted by fel influence. He has a constant distrust for any other race that isn't Kaldorei, though he will at times feign trust in order to use it against his enemies. Caithan has been harboring a deep loathing for Orcish and Goblin culture and technology since he lost most of his vision during the Third War.

History

Caithan was born in the middle of a blistering storm in Winterspring. His mother Veretta a Sentinel; his father Malorn a rather unsuccessful Bowyer. Caithan was born weighing less than other Kladorei babies, he was a constantly afflicted by disease as an infant. At one point during his infancy he almost lost his life to illness, though thanks to his uncle who was an alchemist he brewed up a special tea that was forced down the little Caithan's mouth to help boost his immune system. Caithan has since placed monthly orders for his uncle's tea.

As a youngling Caithan spent most of his days helping his father create poor quality bows (to which he would occasionally lash himself by mistake as he attempted to taut the bows himself). Caithan didn't grow up in the most luxurious household to Kaldorei standards. His father barely scraped by a living selling Bows and Bowery Accessories while his mother was constantly donating to The Temple of Elune and buying all sorts of polishes and sharpening stones to keep her Sentinel gear in perfect condition.

When Caithan was of age he was sent to the nearest Druidic order to become an acolyte of nature. He was generally accepted among the order because of his amber eyes and his eagerness to become a guardian of nature. Though before he would be officially accepted into the order he had to prove himself worthy; his task as a hopeful was to rest upon the branch of an ancient tree for several days without food or drink and return to his masters with all that he had learned about nature whilst his body slowly cleansed itself of impurities.

After completing the aforementioned task he was granted permission to learn the ancient ways of the Druid. A ceremony was held for him in order to grant him privileged into the Emerald Dream, adrenaline soared through his veins as he thought to himself “This is the beginning of my ascension from a mere enthusiast to an official protectorate of the natural order”. He remembers not what happened during the end phases of the ritual, he only remembers what he felt upon awakening inside of the Dream… a terrible presence that lurked inside of the Dream… he felt the presence of Ysera.

The years he spent inside the Emerald Dream where the most torturous and grandest in his life. The training he endured put a tremendous amount of physical and mental strain on him as he was taught the art of shape shifting and communing with the essence of the earth. When he wasn't training he often wandered about the many areas of the Emerald Dream, often preferring resting near the many streams and waterfalls in the Dream.

One day in the Dream whilst Caithan was practicing maneuvering amongst the dense forests of the Emerald Dream his body locked up on him in mid run, he fell face first into a bushel of Moon Berries. Strange and indescribable feelings swept through his body, thoughts of doom and failure coursed through his mind as he wondered if he somehow committed a grave error in his training. He shut his eyes for a mere moment, when he opened his eyes he saw the smooth purple face of a Sentinel easing him out from his bed of roots and leaves. He looked around the dwelling to see that a whole band of Sentinels were awakening the Druids in his order, when he asked why the Sentinel merely responded in a soft yet serious tone that they were needed in battle.

In their journey to the nearest encampment a scout had reported to the Sentinel in charge the Orcs has been cutting down the sacred forests of Ashenvale, the regiment that Caithan was in was soon ordered to send a few of its Sentinels and Druids to aid the Silverwing in purging the Orcs from the Sacred Forest. Upon arriving at the nearest Silverwing encampment the Sentinels accompanying Caithan and his Druidic brethren were sent to aid the Kaldorei forces that had already engaged the Orcs. Though Caithan and his brethren were sent northward to Mount Hyjal. The journey was long and troublesome, the company he and his allies were attacked by demons and naga alike. They were only a few days away from reaching Hyjal before they were ambushed by a band of Satyr Soul Stealers and a pack of Fel Hounds. In the ensuing battle he was charged with creating an opening to the leader of the daemon ambushers, he swiftly charged into a group of Soul Stealers and sent several streams of Moonfire upon them. The Soul Stealers dashed towards him into a frenzy after one of their comrades was consumed by the mythical fire. Caithan fended off the swings and swipes of the jagged blades of the Satyr, whilst a small group of Druids advanced to the Satyr leader. The battle between his allies and the Satyr lasted no more than a few minutes, though at the cost of several of his brothers. With their leader laid to waste to remaining Satyrs and their Fel Hounds retreated into the accompanying tainted forest. Caithan chased after them against the wishes of his brothers. He chased them deeper and deeper into the tainted woods, the twisted laughter of the Satyr echoed throughout the area. It wasn't until he entered the deepest part of the forest that the laughter ceased, unnerved he stopped and readied himself. A small metallic orb fell from the tops of one of the trees above him, upon hitting the ground everything went dark.

When Caithan awoke he found a large strip of cloth wrapped around his eyes, his whole body ached as he sat up. He heard voices n what seemed like an eternity was only a few moments of passing. A wave of terror spread throughout his body as he finished unraveling the cloth, he could not make out the surrounding details of the tent he was in, he moved his fingers to his eyes. He let out a bewildered scream as he felt nothing residing in the socket of his left eye. Medics and his Druidic brothers alike burst into the tent and attempted to calm him down, but to no avail. He was sedated and left to rest for a few hours before it was explained to him that a grenade had gone off near him and that the resulting shrapnel hand caused him to lose most of his sight in his right eye and his whole left eye.

Since he was an enormous liability in battle due to his poor eye sight he was tasked with using his natural powers to help heal the injured in the forward camps during the bloody battle. During his whole time sitting away from the front lines made him feel humiliated and worthless as a Druid. When Malfurion had blown the Horn of Cenarious and destroyed the World Tree and ended the war Caithan selfishly breathed easily since he would no longer be degraded standing behind the front lines.

Since the end of the Third World Caithan has become a sort of hermit, never staying in any one town for too long before departing into the local wilderness to better improve his grasp upon nature…