Darun

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Player: Psycho.

Character Full Name: Darun Clatterhoof.

Character In-Game Name: Darun.

Nickname(s): Steak, Lumbering cow, The Beef.

Association(s): The Horde. Thunder Bluff.

Race: Tauren.

Class: Shaman.

Skills and abilities: Darun is a beginning Shaman, and is still gaining favor with the spirits slowly. But, to his advantage, he's big. Real big.

Age: 23, just recently passed unto adulthood.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Darun's fur is in the shade of brown, and his mane is a dark black. He has two long strand of hair from the sides of his head tied into thick braids.

Eyes: Darun's eyes are a light blue, close to gray if looked at closely.

Weight: 220 kg.

Height: Darun, despite taking the path of the Shaman is also rather large for his race. 2,50m.

Apperance

Darun usually wears a crude leather kilt, and has a large satchel hanging at his side with the letter D crudely stitched on it. On his back there is a small wooden buckler, and a mace he was given.

Other: As of his vision quest, Darun carries a necklace with a Kodo horn on it.

Personality

Darun is still young, and somewhat reckless. But have no doubt, Darun will be the first to risk his body should his friends be in danger. He is loyal, and attempts his best to keep his head open to other cultures and their rituals. Despite his best attempt, Darun holds a light grudge against most Dwarves and Gnomes, for their destruction of the land in his opinion. But, despite his opinions, it is not hard to sway him into friendship with races he might avoid at most. Despite his interest in other cultures and the like, Darun still embraces the Shu'halo traditions, taking great pride in his culture. At times, his belief might come out a bit elitist one could say, refusing to believe there is a being higher then the Earthmother. Despite that, he will try his best to respect other people and their faith. And of course, as are all the young are, Darun is adventurous and always strives to see new places of the Earth. And whenever he returns from these travels, he always enjoys the planes of Mulgore.

History

One starry night, under the watchful eye of An'she, a male Shu'halo was born. His father, a powerful warrior, and his mother, a peaceful herbalist. He was the young brother to Bergol, and they had named him, Darun. And soon after, the celebration was held to thank the Earthmother for the successful birth of a healthy child. And so, as the child grew, and the tribe ventured from land to land, Darun grew both in size and mentality. His father constantly taught and trained him and his brother at the path of a warrior, although Darun was usually outmatched by his brother, Bergol. And their mother did her best to teach them of herbalism, and medicine. Bergol never took a deep fond to that, while Darun had basically fallen in love with that world. And so, the time passed as the two brothers grew, and so did their bond. Bergol and Darun became nigh connected, always finding ways to challenge each other in a brotherly rivalry.

And so, years passed and came as life moved on for the Shu'halo. Hard winters, and occasionally hard summers, but always with joy. Celebrations came and went, and some children were born and grew. And during out that time, Darun had grown to the age of seventeen. A strong and healthy male. It was during one of his short trips to the forest where he was approached by a terribly bruised and injured hunter of their tribe... But strangely enough, despite his claims, Darun had never seen him in his life. Such a thing was very odd for a Shu'halo tribe. Still, Darun had taken care of him to the best of his ability, and to his luck, he was successful. The hunter, now bandaged and well kept thanked Darun. As a token of his gratitude, he gave to him a leather satchel. Much to Darun's surprise, the Hunter quickly arose to his feet and returned to the woods silently, leaving Darun sitting there holding a leather satchel. Hours passed, and eventually a scout from his tribe found him, breaking him out of a near trance-like state.

After Darun had shared his story with the rest of the tribe, most sights to him became ones of concern and others of fright. Eventually, Darun was instructed to come to the campfire at the peek of the moon that night. And so, Darun spent most of his day simply isolated. Even his own family seemed to take a bit of distance from him in fright. Eventually, Darun was approached by the only person in the tribe who never left him no matter what. At the dead of night Bergol went to Darun under the cover of darkness to tell him what he heard. "I didn't hear much but... They say you shouldn't be concerned." Bergol flashed Darun a grin as always. "Besides, if you're going to die... Who am I going to keep beating?" Darun smiled lightly as Bergol took his leave, his presence always encouraging him. And so, the hours passed slowly before the moon hit its pinnacle. Darun went outside in the cool night air and sat down near the camp fire. On the other side of it, sat down an aged old Tauren with silver fur. Darun instantly recognized the tribe's Shaman, Ulo.

The old Tauren looked to the flames with his soft smile. He spoke in a comforting manner. "Do you know, what happened to you... Darun?" Darun waited a few moments before shaking his head slowly. Ulo continued to speak. "The man you saw was a hunter from our tribe... Amphrious... He passed away a week before your birth." Darun paled and stared to the Shaman for a few moments before he resumes his speaking. "I have reasons to believe, that you Darun... Have been chosen by the spirits to take the path of the Shaman." The fire crackled softly. The sound of grasshoppers churning through the night. Darun's mind drifted in a mix of feer and curiosity. "B-but the bag... How?" He held up the leather satchel. Ulo let out a shrug and a soft laughter. "We have no clue how the spirits work... Maybe he led you to it? But I can not say... But this is your decision, Darun... If you choose so, I will teach you what I may." An hour was spent in silence before Darun finally mustered the courage to speak. "I'll do it."

And so the years passed on and on. Darun was taught at the Shamanistic arts by Ulo. And so, at the age of twenty three, Ulo had breathed his last breath, and his spirit now free of body, Darun was left to learn the rest of his arts alone. But not all was grim. The New Horde had arrived, and Darun had befriended the Orcs quickly. And so, Mulgore was re-taken with the help of Thrall and the Horde, allowing Darun a place he could finally call home. During the grand battles, Darun's brother was hit dangerously hard on his head, leaving him in a state of mental faulthood. For years Darun had taken care of his older brother, swearing to never leave his side and protect him. It was not of recent, when Bergol had his mental state returned to him, and the two brothers united truly after a long seven years.

Darun currently roams, still learning the ways of the Shamans in his trials.