Kyjael

Information

Player: ThePharaoh

Character Full Name: Kyjael Lunasani

Character In-Game Name: Kyjael

Association(s): Alliance, Traveling Companions,

Race: Kaldorei

Class: Hunter

Age: 860

Sex: Male

Hair: Ivory

Eyes: Yellow Glow

Weight: 235 lbs

Height: 6'9

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance

Leather and an assortment of furs. He isn't opposed to mail, he is used to wearing it while he trained under his sister. He carries a necklace that was his mothers,it was then passed down to his sister, which she left with him before her disappearance. The chain is silver, and the amulet is amber from a tree they're family gathered around for generations.

Personality

Kyjael is pure hearted, with strong beliefs. He is naive and can be manipulated because of this. He is easily fascinated by new things and encounters, he also has an odd sense of humor. He tells jokes he only finds funny, he isn't stupid but it is easy to mistake him for such. He is easy going and loves to have fun and live life to the fullest. He is hard to aggravate, but when he is mad it is because someone has crossed his morals or insulted his family. He prides himself in his relationship to his sister, and the Lunasani family. He is brave because he doesn't acknowledge danger, because the excitement over rules the presence of a threat. He will walk into the jaws of death intrigued. He will be frightened, obviously if danger presents itself with no other intriguing factors. Though he would never be considered a coward.

His main strength is his tenacity, if Kyjael believes in something strong enough he will fight for it until his death. He is also loyal to a fault, if he befriends someone, or someone manipulates him into thinking they're friends he will stand beside this person through anything. Kyjael says what is on his mind, his people skills are terrible so he doesn't know what things should be said in which context. If you are ugly and the conversation is about that persons looks, Kyjael will kindly tell you how ugly he thinks you are. (kindly as he says it with a smile, meaning no harm. Though his words still will come off cruel)

History

Kyjael was born, Eight hundred and sixty years ago in Ashenvale. Like his father, he was born during a full moon, worthy of carrying on the Lunasani name. As an infant his body was frail and his health was a concern. His parents tried every alchemy remedy to heal their child, but nothing worked. He slowly deteriorated over his first months. His mother had finally given up, and was close to discarding her son, as a blemish on the family name. His mother was a prideful sentinel who trained her daughter to follow in her footsteps.

Kyjael was precious to his sister Shivarilia, she watched over him every second. Even straying away from her training. Shivarilia would make up excuses just to make sure her baby brother was ok. Once her mother caught on, she became more strict and held resentment torwards Kyjael. Kyjael grew up into a strong young Kaldorei, with little training, and less purpose in Kaldorei society. He had no druidic affinity, and wasn't good with alchemy. His father tried hard for one hundred years to teach him everything he knew, but it was a slow grueling process. Kyjael began to catch on, with the encouragement of his sister, who pleaded with him to try his best. They were very close, Kyjael would tell her stories of the animal friends he had made by wandering around Ashenvale forrest, which he had loved dearly.

Over the next fifty years, Kyjael began secretly training with his sister for his own protection. In his mind he wanted to prove to his family that he wasn't always worthless. Over these fifty years Shivarilia beat Kyjael every time, badly. As if he had learned nothing at all. Kyjael admired his sister, with his whole being. He watched her closely every time he saw her. Her grace, her strength, her pride, he wished he could be strong and respected like her. It was around the young age of One hundred seventy-four that he found his love for reading, he read books on alchemy instead of practicing it. He read books on fighting, instead of actually fighting. He spent many nights, in the trees under the glow of the moon, turning pages fascinated by each word.

His father began to respect Kyjael and even his own mother warmed up to him, finally accepting the fact that her son just wasn't a warrior, druid or anything else useful. It was a time of peace that they enjoyed until the third war. When the third war struck, Kyjael was initially excited. Other races and new people fascinated him, he wished to go to the front lines to see what was going on. When Shivarilia told him they were cutting down the trees he loved ever since a child, he became enraged. He picked up his sword and tried to help the others fight. After packing up his supplies and heading out of his home, Shivarilia stood there in a cone of moonlight with her blade drawn. Her face serious as she pointed her blade to Kyjael.

"Where do you think you are going, Kyjael?"

"T-to fight, Step aside Shivarilia"

"Brother, your skills are comical. You know you aren't a fighter. If you can scar me, once. I will never question you again."

The challenge had been made, enraged but still remembering everything he had read he charged her. She quickly disarmed him, threw him to the ground and knocked him unconscious. She then left her brother to go aid the other sentinels. When he had awoken, he could hear the screams and slaughter of the nearby battle. He knew he was of no use, instead of weeping he wished to aid anyway he could. He rounded up all of the young elves and the others who didn't fight and ran to shelter hiding until the battle was finished.

After Archimonde's defeat, Shivarilia came to Kyjael shaken. Kyjael wanted to hear all the details of Shivarilia's adventures, but his intrigue stopped once she informed him of the death of their parents. Kyjael didn't know how to conceive death, as he was always accustomed to immortality. They weeped together and moved with the rest of the Elves to Teldrassil. Getting adjusted was hard, but Kyjael had a new determination, he put down the books and picked up the blade once again at the age of Two-hundred and ninety-three.

He trained for the next seven years with his sister every free moment the two had. He had gotten better over those seven years, than the 50 years he trained with her when they were at peace. Each swing he swung for his mother, his father, their home. He loathed the burning legion and anyone who tore down his trees. One day he gave his sister a scar, on her arm. She dropped her blade and looked at him, she smiled and gave him a hug. "You are ready now," She said, as she ended the session early and walked back to the house.

As always Kyjael made dinner for the both of them, and they ate in silence. He was proud of himself, and though Shivarilia didn't speak on it anymore she ate with a smile. The following morning, she told him she was going to the mainland to speak with someone about Sentinel business. She told him she loved him and left Teldrassil. Before leaving, she kissed her brother on the forehead and slowly removed their family heirloom. She slowly placed it around his neck, signifying he was the head of the family. That was the last time Kyjael saw her. He wasn't worried at first because of his confidence in her skills, but after a month passed her began thinking about mortality and the prospect that something bad could happen.

He went to the sentinels, and spoke with one of Shivarilia's friends, she had also said she heard nothing from her. Kyjael worried, grabbed his equipment and left Teldrassil. He promised to himself and her friend that he -would- find his sister by any means necessary. So the naive, yet determined Kaldorei journeys into land unknown. To see things he has only read about for years, equipped with only his tenacity and the dream of his sister being alive, he bravely journeys into the world.