Kalothera

Information

Player: Rokhjin

Character Full Name: Kalo'thera Elore'riomore

Character In-Game Name: Kalothera

Nickname(s): Kalo, Moonlover, hippy.

Association(s): Quel'thalas, herself, nature.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Ranger

Age: 52

Sex: Female

Hair: Mousy.

Eyes: Green.

Scale/Height: Scale: 0.9/Height: 1,575m

Weight: 48kg

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: The young Elf is often found in leathers which she, herself, has fashioned. Both her vest and her trousers appear rather loose on her body.

Personality

Kalo'thera is a friendly Sin'dorei to most. Though she can seem cold to a lot of people if she doesn't like them. Her own people can count on little understanding from the Elf as she sees their current path as destructive and a betrayal of all they once stood for. Humans, for nearly executing her people, are often granted the cold shoulder, and Orcs may have an even harder time earning the woman's trust.

Despite animosities from the latter, the young Sin'dorei is fascinated by the Night Elves and, if granted the chance, would gladly meet with one if only to discuss how daft her own people are.

History

Kalo'thera was born to a Ranger father and a Priestess mother, the latter of which seemed convinced she had blood ties to a High Priestess of Elune from ancient times. Despite her claims, nothing was ever proven and the family was allowed to continue spouting their potential nonsense.

When the Priestess got pregnant, the family had early on decided on a name for the child. Kalo'thera, if it was a girl. Ever the ones for future planning, they held off on choosing a name should the child turn out to be a boy and were rewarded for their efforts as the little girl came out of the womb.

From early life, Kalo'thera was tutored by her parents on her ancestry. Her father taught her self-defence and, when possible, the ins and outs of nature. Her mother, however, often tried to push the young girl to magecraft in order to further the social standing of her family as she believed her honoured ancestor had once been. Kalo'thera was also taught on what little knowledge remained the High Elves of Elune, the moongoddess the -apparently disliked- Night Elves favoured.

As Kalo got older and learned more on the subjects she was taught, she started getting her own thoughts on her life. Instead of showing an interest in magic, the Light, or even the archery her father taught, the girl often found herself wandering the forest at night. Dressed in exquisite robes, the budding Elf girl must've made quite the sight as she navigated her way through the forest, eyes often on the moon and stars as her robe dragged through the mud. As she was reprimanded again and again, Kalo'thera instead snuck out of her room at night. Keen on keeping her robes clean -and her parents buying her nothing but the most exquisite dresses- she started leaving her garments behind. The grass beneath her feet and the wind on her skin, the mousy haired girl made her decision.

Her parents, even her father, were furious. There was no way their daughter would turn to such practices when thei-- her social standing was within her grasp. Angered at her parents incessant pushing, Kalo'thera turned her back on the two older Elves. Not even the expensive dress on her back spared, the Elf left, her parents shouting insults. "Moonlover!" Moonlover... Elore'riomore. Kalo'thera's new name now that she had left her old one behind.

Though barely of age, Kalo'thera found her way to the Farstrider Retreat where she was given some things to wear. Despite the fact that her new clothes hung loose on her skinny body, the young Elf loved the comfort it granted, never trading it in for something fitted to her form.

Ten years later, and the skinny, mousy haired girl had become... A skinny, mousy haired woman. The Second War had broken out and, though some of her brother and sister rangers had joined the humans in their efforts, Kalo'thera was left within Quel'thalas, defending her homeland from Trolls and Orcs as the beasts attempted to burn down her home. The young woman had only continued her nightly adventures during her training and, though leaving her weapons and armour behind was out of the question now that war had come to her land, she still felt more comfortable when she felt the elements on her skin, often taking whatever chance she could get to do so.

Luckily, all things must end and so did the Second War. Left in peace again, Kalo'thera often found herself sitting against a tree when she wasn't on duty as a ranger, a pile of weapons, clothes, and armour sitting beside her and a book in her lap, the Elf either reading by starlight or in the early evening or dawn. Though Kalo'thera's quaint ways were often and loudly questioned, nobody did so with the results of her efforts when it came to being a ranger. She had thrown herself onto the nature magic of her chosen path and, when the Rangers had nothing left to teach, still tried to teach herself more, becoming a master with the the magics of the Rangers. She also started learning about the physical world, the plants and trees, and the animals. Her archery may've suffered through this but, as a scout, few could best the woman, often seeing things during the night that her superiors failed to notice.

Kalo'thera continued doing what she did until Scouts had heard news of the Humans to the south. Plague was ravaging Lordaeron and, it seemed, necromancers were making good use of the chance as the undead had started rising. Though such news was far from Kalo'thera's (albeit improvised) bed, it seemed the other Rangers were less confident. They were right.

Kalo'thera was covered in blood, luckily not her own. Silvermoon was nearly at her back, the Ranger-General had been killed and things looked bleak for the Elven people. Many of her friends slain, she was glad at least one of her fellow Rangers had some amount of leadership in her as she led the pitifully small group of rangers around the undead. They had been cut off from the main group and there was little else the Elves could do against the enemy but die, and so it was that they fled south.

Keeping their head low after the main horde of Scourge had retreated was easy. They often fought small groups of undead and, over the days, their group strengthened with either fellow surviving soldiers or refugees trickling in. It wasn't so long when their group was finally contacted by a true leader figure. The refugees were left behind with Lord Theron and the soldiers were split between his group and those that would join Prince Kael in the south.

Kalo'thera ended up joining Kael'thas' group with a few others and, like that, ended up side by side with the humans. Humans that, as it seemed, despised her kind. Often staying among the other rangers, Kalo'thera heard much of the news that trickled in about the dealings between her Prince and the human commander. They were Blood Elves now, in honour of their fallen.

The humans had ridden off one day, leaving nothing but Elves to defend and repair the observatories around Dalaran. What pitiful few Elves there were fought well but they simply did not have the numbers to deal with the enemy, and so it was that, when the naga offered assistance, Prince Kael'thas was forced to accept. With the naga, the Alliance's hold on Dalaran was assured again for now... But, then, the human commander returned...

He called them all traitors and called for an execution! Quickly banding together with the few rangers around her, Kalo'thera and them fought their way to freedom, evading capture and setting course north again, to return home and tell Lord Theron what had happened.

Kalo'thera returned. She had given the message on to the Lord's subordinates and, together with her own group, joined the forces that were liberating Quel'thalas. Not so long after, though, a group of Blood Elves joined them from a place called Draenor. Kalo'thera had read about the world once, learning it was the home of the Orcs if nothing else. She, like all her people, had felt the pangs of hunger in her gut. Kael'thas' people said they were addicted to the magic and, though their solution horrified Kalo'thera, she saw no choice but to join them in siphoning fel.

Sick. Kalo'thera must've blacked out as she woke up in the infirmary. Her head stung, her stomach roiled... But the pang of hunger had disappeared. She sat up, managed to get her legs from the bed. Throwing the last of the blanket off of her form, she shakily strode to a mirror. Her eyes had turned a sickly green and her skin had darkened to a reddish hue.

The young Ranger regretted her decision and, when she was ready to leave the infirmary, took her leave from the Farstriders. Like last time, the young Elf took nothing with her and made her home in the forests of Quel'thalas, fashioning herself some things to wear before throwing herself on the study of the world around her, becoming an accomplished herbalist in due time. Though she heard the news of her people joining the Horde, Kalo'thera only saw this as a further betrayal, pledging her allegiance to only her world now.

Skills and Abilities

Blood Elf Herbalist: Through study of the nature magic inherently learned by all rangers and her own green fingers when it comes to working with plantlife, Kalo'thera has gone beyond the normal teachings of her class to better serve her world, the Elf capable of nurturing for plants of all kinds. Her archery skills suffer under these teachings, as Kalo'thera rarely even carries her weaponry anymore.

Kalo'thera? What do your Elf eyes see?: Through years of spending time under the cover of Darkness, Kalo'thera's Elf eyes have adapted to see better in darkness than in light. Though her night sight is nothing compared to that of a Night Elf, it is still better than that of the average Blood Elf. Her often nocturnal activity, however, leaves the young Elf a lot more sensitive to bright light conditions.