Erundil

Information

Player: Mikain

Character Full Name: Erundil Eldbark

Character In-Game Name: Erundil

Nickname(s): None as of the moment.

Association(s): Cenarion Circle

Race: Night Elf

Class: Druid

Age: 8,675

Sex: Male

Hair: He wears it long, green, and in a ponytail, with a medium sized beard.

Eyes: Gold

Weight: 220lb

Height: 7'5”

Alignment: Neutral Good

Other: Erundil does not speak Common, having stuck to the wilds he has found no need to learn it.

Appearance

He is usually seen wearing garb made from natural matterials, such as bark, leaves, feathers, and vines. Also present, usually, is a large hammer shaped piece of wood attached to sharpened rocks.

Personality

Erundil is highly paranoid. He is always on the lookout for spies, assassins, hobos, and cows. As well as drinking only from a hip flask to avoid being poisoned. Despite this paranoia he still finds time to communicate with nature and keep up with his tasks as a Druid. He sticks to northern Kalimdor, rarely travelling down as far as Feralas, and never across the seas to the Eastern Kingdoms.

History

Erundil has been around for quite some time. Born two millennia after the War of the Ancients, Erundil grew up in a time of peace. His father, one of the first druids under Malfurion, was in the Emerald Dream for most of the time, and so Erundil bonded especially well with his older brother, whom was just fewer than eight centuries older. Over the years Erundil grew to finally become a Druid, and so he spent his years travelling the Emerald Dream.

All was normal until the second coming of the Burning Legion, and with them the reawakening of the sleeping druids.

Once the war was over, the world began changing, and rapidly. Parts of his forest home were now filled with demons and the very land itself dying. Cenarius had been killed, and now Tauren, allies with the Orcs, the ones responsible for the demi-god's death as well as the deforestation of the Elves home, were a part of the Cenarion Circle, as well as females from both races being welcomed. And that is not to mention the planting of the abomination of greed that is Teldrassil.

Nearly sickened by what had been happening, Erundil fled into the still wild reaches of the land and there he stay, living amongst Furbolgs and the like. After a good few years he began to grow weary of the bear-men, and he left for Darnassus, deciding that even though he would hate himself for it, he had a duty to his people.