Huron

Information

Player: MadFerret

Character Full Name: Huron Earthstar

Character In-Game Name: Huron

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Cenarion Circle, Thunderbluff (and by association, the Horde)

Race: Tauren

Class: Druid

Age: 104

Sex: Male

Hair: Dark brown mane

Eyes: Hazel

Height: 8'

Weight: 650

Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance

Huron was an average-sized male. His body was healthy and strong for an old bull, due to many days working and hunting. His fur is an ash-gray in colour, and his eyes a hazel hue. He has a slight hunch, and his fur was coarse and dull due to age. His horns are also slight dulled. Huron tends to wear what most Tauren do; simple garments made from natural resources. Usually he wears material made of leather, hides, and maybe even plant parts (those druids are kinda silly). His preference seems to be for comfortable robes above all else. The colours he prefers are very dull and subtle, not liking flashy and flamboyant clothing.

Personality

He tries to act all around very strong, stoic and even unfeeling. In reality, he is more like an ancient abandoned castle. On the outside he seems very sturdy, held together, maybe even mighty and imposing. Yet inside he is in disarray. Just as the halls of an old forgotten palace might be dusty and decaying, so too is his heart in an unsightly state. Within himself he carries grief and guilt. He blames himself for incidents he had no control over. For a long time his grief had overtaken him, and only recently has he tried efforts to suppress it.

He feels he needs to be strong and not 'weak' is because he is a Tauren. Tauren are raised so that they can support and protect their tribe. They need to hunt, to defend against the many enemies they have now a days. He believed that if he spent too much time grieving, he would not be able to do this. Yet as a person he is emotionally sensitive. This is what causes conflict in him. He gives into his emotions, yet feels he has to suppress them.

Yet he is not entirely a depressing figure. In fact, being in good company seems to help ease the pain. It doesn't take long for him to grow attached to a person. The feeling of being with others helps with the fear and pain of lose. Huron is a very generous and kind friend to have, just keep in mind, he does not feel comfortable with undead, blood elves, goblins, dwarves and to lesser extents gnomes and humans.

History

Huron was born to Ranu Earthstar and Saeyn Earthstar, his father and mother respectively. He was part of a small tribe of Tauren, apparently splintered from the Runetotem tribe. Huron spent his time as a youth, roaming from Feralas, up to Stonetalon and back. His father was his major role model in his youth. He was strong, brave, honourable...everything a typical Tauren should be. He was also a hunter, and Huron would soon follow in his father's footsteps.

Ranu would teach his son the ways of the Great Hunt, and Huron would spend many hours a day with him. When Huron finally learned to hold a spear, he would follow his father on his hunts, tracking down kodo beasts, plainstriders, and other kinds of prey. At first he would simply stay back as the older bulls killed the beasts. He would watch and study them. When it was finally his turn to hunt, he struggled greatly. He was too hesitant to make the kill, and almost nearly lost them prey on a few occasions. The only reason they continued taking him hunting was because he was good at tracking, and seemed to easily familiarize with locations.

He felt ashamed of himself, feeling he failed the greatest role model in his life. After the hunts, he would spend a lot of time by himself, thinking. This lonely nature of his did not go unnoticed. Another tribesmen, a female named Mouta, would watch him sitting by his lonely, until the day she finally got the nerve to approach him. He was distant to her at first, but she was eventually able to break him out of his shell, with much persistence. When he wasn't hunting, she would teach him what she knew of plants and herbs; medicinal uses, habitats of certain species, and other things like that. Huron's interest in both herbalism and Mouta grew each day he was with her, and they would spend their training sessions bonding with each other.

When they had just barely become adults, Huron had gotten Mouta pregnant. As the two were not officially mated, there was a bit of chaos amongst the families. Huron knew what he had to do to rectify this, and without hesitation he took Mouta as his mate, officially.

The two spent many days together, imagining what they`re child would be like. Would he be a warrior? A hunter? Perhaps a shaman? Will he be strong? Brave? They asked all these questions, both excited and worried about what it would be like to be a parent. The days drifted closer to the day when the child was due.

Huron was there when it was time for the baby to be delivered. He held his wife hand as the contractions began. Shortly into the birthing, complications arose. Huron stood with her, terrified, unsure of what he could do. All he could really do was just stay with her the entire time and watch it all unfold.

The pregnancy had been to taxing on the female's body and she passed away shortly afterwords. Huron was grief-stricken by the event. He mourned for days, and his child was given to other female tribe members to raise and nurse. Sometimes just seeing the boy brought him to tears, a reminder of all his shattered hopes and dreams. The child was given the name his mother had chosen, Shiye, as a tribute to her. When Huron finally could hold himself together, he rejoined the hunt. This made him sparse during some of his child's early youth.

Bother father and son grew up rather distant from each other. In order to try and rectify this, Huron did to his son what his own father had done to him; Huron taught his son how to hunt. It was during these outings that the boy had shown to be rather in tune with the world around him. He would close his eyes and just listen, and would be able to locate prey even faster than his father.

Huron saw this as a sign from the Earthmother, and brought the boy to be trained under the tutelage of the tribe's shaman. The shaman agreed to take the boy and teach him. It was beginning to seem like Shiye would grow to be of greater importance than either Huron or Mouta could have imagined. Only after a few days did the shaman ever so politely state that he would no longer train the boy. He would not tell the bull why, exactly, but tried to keep him from blaming the boy.

Huron would not listen. He felt greatly ashamed by his son, and the schism between the two broadened. Shiye and Huron would hunt separately, they would rarely be seen together, and hardly ever talk. The remainder of this family seemed very troubled indeed.

Years passed, the third war had come and ended. The Tauren tribes began joining under Cairne Bloodhoof, and Huron's tribe was no exception. Both he and his son followed their tribe to Mulgore and joined the several Tauren there. Thunderbluff was founded and the tribes finally had a permanent settlement and strong allies in the horde. It was there, Huron learned of the re-discovery of druidism in the Taurens. The cultures of the Tauren tribes began merging, and Huron learned more about these Cenarion druids. Soon he himself was initiated into the ranks and learned their ways.

He had brought this news to his son, and tried to convince him to join as well. Huron believed that even though he failed becoming a shaman, this might have been what he was destined for. Shiye, though angry and hesitant, finally agreed to join his father and was soon initiated as well. The Cenarion Circle was quick to put them to work. Through their travels and quests, that broken father and son relationship began to mend. They grew closer, and all the troubles of the past began to slip away.

Shiye had decided to try and become a great plagueshifter. While his training had started, Huron was sent to help in Felwood. It would be the first time in a while he had separated from his son, but Shiye convinced him to go. When he had arrived, he could feel the corruption spreading through the forest. He could see how it affected the local furbolgs, and could sense the unholy presence of demons lingering. He, along with a small group of druids, was assigned to combat some of the Satyrs in Jadefire. It was a long, difficult struggle with the demonic beasts, and eventually they had to retreat. Huron had suffer some bad injuries that left him incapable of fighting, and was sent back to Thunderbluff to rest.

The first person he met at Thunderbluff was his son, Shiye, who greeted him with open arms. He told Huron that for his training, he was to go into the dreaded plaguelands. Huron was worried and tried to talk his son out of this, but the boy was adamant. Huron escorted his son to Tirisfal. The feeling he got from that forest reminded him of Felwoods, but it was also rather different. The aura of undeath disturbed him greatly and made him worry more for his son. At one point, he tried to convince his son to let him come with, but Shiye insisted his father stay home and rest. Huron respected his wishes, and returned to Thunderbluff as his son ventured into the Plaguelands.

It was while he was resting at Thunderbluff that Huron got the news. Shiye's group in Plaguelands was attacked by Scourge forces. There was only one survivor of the ambush. It was not Shiye.

Huron, after losing his only remaining family, was once more stricken with grief. The fact that he had only recently became closer with his son made it all the more painful. The tauren fell deeply into depression as he mourned his son. His son was taken by the scourage, his body never recovered, and he would never be coming home. Huron was unreasonable, nearly catatonic. He took a temporary leave from the Cenarion Circle, and spent most of his days isolating himself from his tribesmen. Many offered their support and comfort, but he only alienated himself further.

He stayed this way for a long time. He barely ate or drank and would almost never leave his hut. Eventually, a fellow druid and tribesman managed to convince Huron to go and talk with the Archdruid Runetotem for advice and wisdom. He was half-dragged to the Archdruids tent before confronting the elder Tauren. Huron, after much prying and prodding, finally opened up the the Archdruid, and Hamuul, in his wisdom gave the Tauren words that would pull him out of his stupor. Huron broke down in front of Runetotem, mourning his lost family.

It was the conversation with the Archdruid that brought Huron back to his senses. Though still hurting greatly from his lose, he once more retook his place amongst the druids of the Cenarion Circle. Huron set out from Thunderbluff, working for the Circle in any way he can.