Insel

Information

Player: Insel

Character Full Name: Insel Winterhoof

Character In-Game Name: Insel

Nickname(s): Stupid, Idiot, Moron, Stump

Association(s): Winterhoof Clan, Cenarion Circle. Never graduated to the Expedition, though he will explore Outland on his own one day, with or without their sponsorship.

Race: Tauren

Class: Druid

Age: 48

Sex: Male. Alternately, none yet.

Hair: Black

Eyes: Dull and unobservant

Weight: 36 stones

Height: 8'2"

Alignment: Bash it's head in if it's evil.

Appearance

None. No, I mean it, none. He's almost always in bear form.

Personality

He's not the brightest bulb. He is generally well-meaning, and can form complete sentences, but don't expect multisyllabic words out of him. He lacks any sort of tact. He's adventurous and has a serious hero-worship issue going on with his cousin, Wakaraina. He's loyal and would follow her or his clan anywhere. He's practically a dog with speech capabilities, and very very nasty claws. He carries around a big spoon that he pokes people with if he knows he can get a reaction out of them. His worldview is black, white, and unknown - anyone in the Tribe is good, anything undead or buggy is evil. Anything else gets benefit of the doubt. Thanks to his Druid training and Waka's good influence, he considers Night Elves (and by extension, anything with long, funny ears) to be an acceptable part of Kalimdor. Hoo-mans, dorfs, and gnomes are funny-looking but taken on a case-by-case basis. "Is it running at me with a sword? Tear it apart. Is it waving and smiling? Get confused when it tries to speak. Attempt communication by talking slower."

History

When Insel was a young'un, he followed his cousin, who was six years older than him, everywhere. I mean everywhere. He tried to go to Shaman classes with her but they kicked him out. When he asked her what he could do to become powerful, she told him not to do anything, and that he was as dumb as a stump. He took this to mean "Tree of Life Form," and sought training as a Druid. He quickly abandoned the Healing Arts, preferring instead rapid shapeshifting and tearing skeletons apart with his bare hands. Somehow he eventually learned how to cook as well. Lately, he's been eating a lot of fatty foods in an attempt to bulk up for Northrend.

When he entered Druid school, the first few years were rough. They tried to make him, like, memorize stuff, and stuff. He resorted to "mild cheating" in order to get by, and ended up working for several months as a groundskeeper in Moonglade as punishment. Instead of going through the formal training, he was able to spend a lot of time among the trees and the spirits. Poor, deluded Bear decided that Insel showed gumption and determination, and taught him the first secret of shapeshifting. Most of the spirits in Moonglade think it all went down from there. Having mastered the first form of shapeshifting, the Druids were forced to recognize his natural feral talent and accepted him back into their ranks. He eventually mastered all of the feral forms, though the Moonkin soon learned to avoid him, for his nasty habit of hiding in trees and pouncing on them. He never did them any harm, but still, it was inconvenient for the chicken-bear-things. Eventually he left Moonglade and now explores the world.