Estragon

Player: Etearna (OfMeeseandMen)

Character Full Name: Estragon

Character In-Game Name: Estragon

Association(s): Shattrath, Draenor, Shakur

Race: Draenei

Class: Shaman

Age: 2139

Sex: Male

Hair: Platinum-blonde, pulled back into a ponytail.

Eyes: Deep, pure azure-blue.

Weight: 544

Height: 7'11"

Appearance

Flowing, ornamented robes; outfitted with tokens and small decor for the Spirits.

Other: Usually carries a pipe carved out from an unknown sort of bone, with an onyx-black tip. Almost always seen smoking it.

Personality

Estragon is generally in a high-enduced calm, and seems detached and impersonal as a result. He spends long amounts of time communing with spirits, feeling and become almost personal with them, finding far more solace in the unseen and the mysterious rather than the blatant 'lies' of the world before him. Estragon's personality is somewhat unstable from his tampering with spirits and his drug habits, despite his ever-present recovery. If one speaks to him of addiction, he becomes very solitary, though the men and women he becomes closest to he will protect and serve unto death--to the best of his abilities.

His feelings towards his people are strong; they are his family, his brothers and his sisters, and he will do anything to protect them. He feels a deep connection, however, with the Orcs--despite the destruction they wrought, he feels and sympathizes with the control they managed to shake off. As for other races, the most Estragon would be is alienated; knowing very little (and caring little to know) about Azeroth and its inhabitants. He does his best to rebuild where he is, with who he is.

The Light holds a special place within Estragon's heart, for the rebuilding of Shattrath and for the memories of his, while miserable, comparatively luxurious life with the Anchorites. Though his true connection and faith runs with the Earth, his love for the Light remains. But he does not worship them. Estragon's family also is a tender spot for him, while never having truly known them, so wrapped up in his tumultuous life, they had still been there to give him food, shelter, and home when he wasn't doing his duties as a priest, runaway, courier, or just being himself. Despite their harshness.

Combat is something he tries, hard, to avoid. Though he's aware nothing has a peaceful situation, he cannot use any weapons, and his powers are limited strictly to restoration--the best weapon he has is his resourcefulness. His reflexes are somewhat sluggish from his pipe-smoking years, though he's still strong in a traditional sense. He generally relies on totems, slamming down upon targets, to be his main weapon.

History

Estragon was born 2139 years ago to Adamae. and his mate, Narudah. Both had come from long lines of priests residing within the ship of Oshu'gun, and as was tradition within their family, they wished to pass it down to their next of kin. So it came to be that Estragon was born. So to please his religiously devoted parents, Estragon entered the Priesthood for the first millennia of his life. Estragon did not do well. Though in his mind he did respect, love, and to a point worship the Naaru, he found himself aching inside. It was not the life for him, he'd think, spending years at a time memorizing books and sermons of the Light. Estragon lacked any physical prowess or weapon skills, only able to enviously watch the Vindicators practicing and preaching to the people.

More than that, he was miserable; constantly berated by his young counterparts (who many felt did not know better), his skills with the Light simply did not exist, his faith enshrouded by the want to explore and discover. He'd spend large amounts of his time within the gardens of whatever planet they happened to be on, keenly observing flowers, who would not punish him for his lack of faith, who would not judge or berate. However Estragon longed to be someone able to make great changes. But his lack of faith left his powers to be desired, much of his time within Oshu'Gun spent unsuccessfully trying to display his prowess to the Anchorites, Estragon's lack of faith beginning to not only display in his lack of physical magic, but he began to lash out at his Priestly teachers. His teachers were not all unkind, but their firmness was absolute in many regards, even resorting to physical punishments to calm the boy who was not so clearly becoming unstable, due to his misery.

It was only when his people came to Draenor and settle within Shattrath did Estragon's Priesthood finally come to a close. Sick of his parents' structured and luxurious way of life, sick of the self-righteousness of the Vindicators and the Anchorites. One day he packed his bags, without a word, without a farewell. So the boy wandered. Taking up a stick he'd found in the forest, he thought power flowed through his body! His wandering gave him much time to think, to look around at the shining sun and the hills and valleys around him. Perhaps it was that he saw a baby bird first hatching that Estragon, suddenly feel a deep connection with the elements of Draenor. He was only out for a day and a night, having attempted to make a campfire from the flora around him. Unfortunately, what he'd grabbed let off a smoke that, when he inhaled it, made him completely high. It became alluring to him, the boy unable to resist the tantalizing herb that so set off his senses.

The still young-man returned to Shattrath, to his mother and father who'd assumed he was lost or hurt. They were furious with their child, and thrust him once again into the Priesthood... his training only lasting a few years, Estragon actively resisting. He needed plant-enduced pleasure. Hallucinogens, anything; the mild flowers that grew within Shattrath's gardens would not sate him. So he took up a job as a Courier between the Temples of the cities, spending his evenings getting high, addicted to the flora about him. His mind began to slip from the intense usage, becoming almost nuts, the Priests none the wiser of his abuse while he'd spend his nights along muttering to himself. The Orcish Massacre, in the meantime, had begun their extreme slaughter of the Draenei peoples, 75 years from the present time. Estragon was forced to flee with the refugees into the Zangarmarsh, while the smoking ruins of his parents' grave (Shattrath) could be seen behind him.

The Burning Legion had struck, and Estragon's home of Shattrath was the last to be destroyed. He returned to find rubble, and the remains of the once-great society. The Draenei was absolutely crushed. It was only many months later when the massacre was over, peeling through the burnt, discarded ruins, he found the burnt skeleton remains of his father amidst the temple. While the Naaru began to rebuild the city, Estragon, when not assisting, would carve his father's skull into a pipe, taking a good year and some to finish. His drug-addled mind and the intense loss had broken his spirit, his life, his happiness... making him insane. The remains of his father descrated into the pipe, he smoked endlessly from it, trying desperately to return to the luxury and misery he'd become accustomed to, finding that his smoking did not return it. He decided to keep the pipe—in good memory of his insanity—but lose the drugs. For a whole year, the Draenei struggled with withdrawal, lashing out at the survivors of the ruins, all while struggling to help himself.

That same year had changed his life for the better. The Broken Farseer Nobundo had arisen, teaching the Draenei of the powers of Earth and Shamanism. Filled with hope of the restorative magics of Shamanism, Estragon became enamored almost instantly with the practice, and spent the next while training himself as a Shaman. Finding that his herbology would actually be of use, the haggard and miserable man found a place in the world. Using his natural pipe-puffing abilities to create visions and to see Beyond, to feel the power of the elements and the tug of the various Spirits of the world. He'd found his calling through his healing powers, and even as Valen and the Farseer escaped on the Exodar, he stayed behind--pipe nearly constantly in hand--to help the rebuilding of Shattrath over the next 33 years. He had not overcome his addiction by any means, but by now, his pipe-smoking kept his brain intact, and with the usage of his restorative powers, he tries to flush the toxins from his body... and maybe some day, his dependance.

Very recently, Estragon had joined Shakur, finding solace with those he can share his powers with--even if, being the drug-addict whom he is, acts introverted. Having gone to the Bone Wastes with a small expedition to find the Draenei Telah, Estragon's spiritual prowess was finally put to the test--and he begins to realize that his Restoration is its own weapon...