Lenreal

Information

Player: Rimewynd

Character Full Name: Lenreal Moonfinder

Character In-Game Name: Lenreal

Nickname(s): Len (Adopted by others, not a self-referencing term)

Association(s): Kaldorei

Race: Night Elf

Class: Hunter

Age: Around 10,500 (give or take a hundred or so years either way)

Sex: Female

Hair: Aquamarine, interspersed with feathers and leaves of various colors and shapes and small braided segments.

Eyes: Silvery

Weight: ~210

Height: 7'1”, or ~2.16m

Alignment: Probably Neutral/Good

Appearance

Normally Lenreal wears a patchwork assortment of leathers and light metal armor, made up of whatever pieces she thinks will be the most useful. The arrangement tends to change over time, as bits of it fall in and out of favor or become too damaged to continue using.

When relaxing out of armor she generally prefers a loose kilt or simple, nondescript robes of green or brown.

Personality

Lenreal parses her world out into distinct tiers of existence, starting from the individual unit (or person) and working its way up to global “everyone”. She uses this as a way to not only understand and interpret the world around her, but also to attach thoughts, feelings and hostilities. As far as she is concerned, each tier is separate from the ones above and below it – meaning that, even if she wished an entire sect of people did not exist, she might have found one or two of its members acceptable of even enjoyed being around them.

Although she doesn't mind members of the other races currently inhabiting Azeroth as individuals, she holds many deep-seated prejudices and occasionally outright hostility towards the group as a whole – particularly the sin'dorei and the orcs (for the obvious reasons) but also the Forsaken, trolls, humans and magic users of all varieties. Although she tries to ignore these when she needs to interact with individual members of these groups, they still affect her – often resulting in her standing quietly until she can find some way to excuse herself.

Physical contact is very important to Lenreal – she uses it as tool to comfort reassure others, as well as taking comfort in it herself. A hand placed on an arm and other small gestures common things for those she knows. She rarely uses – and never wishes – for more intense forms of contact, reserving such things as embraces for occasions when she thinks a person is being crushed under the weight of their own emotions.

Ever since learning about it, Lenreal has treated the very idea of Teldrassil with suspicion at best and outright fear and grief at worst. To her, it seems all together too much like the Highborne still grasping after magic. Even though in this case the source is druidic and not arcane magic, it still reminds her too much of the Highborne's creation of the Sunwell to slake their arcane thirst.

Other: Due to the fact that she wasn't in contact with any sort of civilization or individuals for the better part of the last decade or so since the battle of Mt. Hyjal, she has a hit and miss grasp of what's actually been going on in the world. It's slowly being filled in, but she still has a lot of gaps in her understand of the current state of things.

Her grasp of the common tongue, while sufficient in most respects, is slightly skewed. She has mild problems with thinking of compound words like “Maybe” and “Yourself” as one whole, pronouncing each of the component words as a distinct part of the sentence (“May(pause)be” and “Your(pause)self”; often leaving her speech riddled with odd cadences.

For better or worse, Lenreal genuinely cares about the welfare of people, often taking it upon herself to attempt to protect them or help guide their progress; seeing such measures as something between a duty and a privilege. She approaches every dilemma with the same goal in mind: as peaceful an outcome as possible for everything involved.

“You are part of every thing. And since you are not harming what you are part of, I will protect you from those parts that would in turn harm you.”

History

Born just before sundering, most of Lenreal's early memories were of the confused times when the kaldorei were trying to reestablish themselves as a civilization: the careful establishment on kalimdor, the purging of arcane magics, the attempt that a handful of the Highborne made at reformation. Because of her parent's disappearance during the actual sundering itself, Lenreal was brought up under the care of a minor priestess to Elune, who acted as first as her primary formative influence and later as her mentor when she started becoming a healer. Although she enjoyed and often practiced martial arts she never once considered walking down a path other than that of her caretaker.

Growing up during the period when some of the remaining Highborne attempted to integrate into the new kaldorei society, Lenreal developed a slightly contradictory set of opinions about arcane magic. Although she distrusts and even fears the magic itself, she grudgingly accepts that others have used it, and approaches their use of arcane magic almost as if it were a debilitating condition.

Because of her relatively tolerant perspective towards users of arcane magic she was able to become friends with one of the reformists who lived near her. Anune was quiet, self-containted, and quite aware of the mistakes the he had made in drawing power from the Well of Eternity. Since that time he had managed to find a place for himself as a priest, leery of the druid's nature magic, with Aviana as the primary focus of his devotions.

Although her teacher wasn't very happily with Lenreal spending any amount of time near Anune she never expressly forbid it, trusting that this was not the beginning of an interest in the Highborne or the arcane in her pupil. For Anune's part, he never attempted to inculcate such things in his friend – he was merely grateful to have someone to speak to.

It wasn't long after she took up the mantel of a priestess to Elune that Lenreal came to two important decisions. She felt that, more than anything else, she wanted to help heal people in all aspects: physically, mentally, and emotionally. The first she could do through her powers as a priestess, but to the later two she vowed her life and soul.

Her second choice was an immediate result of her first – and something that took her several more years to come to terms with. She decided to stay Anune as a lover and companion, going against her teacher;s warnings about attempting to redeem one of the Highborne. Anune never asked her to, nor was she sure she wished to be thought of as having been with one of ‘them', but she did so anyway out of a conviction that she would be able to help buoy his spirit and free him from the depression he was constantly under.

Despite her decision to try and repair Anune's spirit, she volunteered herself for the duty of traveling with a patrol though kaldorei lands. Leanreal found herself suited to the task: she enjoyed the traveling, and took her responsibilities seriously. She was glad to be able to tend to her companion's wounds, and took a distinct pride in being able to keep them in fighting shape.

Over the long years, her life settled into a routine. That time that she was not on patrol she spent with Anune, or waiting patiently for him to finish with his own tasks while she practiced her sowing. It was a simple life, but to her a pleasant one. As time marched on her and Anune did eventually become close and his depression seemed to lesson. Even later, for a brief time, there was even talk of a child.

When the news came that those Highborne who had tried to find a way to fit into the new kaldorei society had once again begun raising the matter of using the Arcane, Lenreal became concerned. Even though Anune assured her he was neither interested in nor planned to be a part of what was occurring, she sank into melancholy that lasted even as her patrols began again. She was not present when the magic storm struck, nor did she receive word until sometime later when she had returned.

Ultimately, whatever Anune did or did not do, he was ushered out of kaldorei society with the rest of the Highborne – all summarily banished in the wake of their attack on Ashenvale. Lenreal returned from a patrol to a disused home, caked with dust. Although she did her best to find out, she never learned what became of Anune, only knowing the fate that had befallen Highborne as a whole. Eventually, she came to accept that he would never be returning, and came to hope that wherever he was, he had not returned to the pursuit of the arcane along with his fellows. She contemplated looking for him, at first – but as her duties carried her she thought on it less and less – eventually allowing it to fade into the twinge of a guilty memory.

Time passed – it would not be right to say that her life was without incident, or that she does not have memories both happy and sad throughout the seemingly endless years she spent, largely on patrol. Patrols were the greatest part of her life, and where she found the most happiness: in the wilderness with a few of her sisters.

It was when she was on patrol that the undead came, and war swept over the forests. Her group was lucky for a time, as the kaldorei forces strived to repeal repel the unending tide. By the time the battle for Hyjal was on them, Lenreal only saw one of those she had been patrolling with die

Camping on the slopes of Hyjal was strange for Lenreal. It was odd, she thought, seeing all the strange peoples gathered there. She didn't like seeing them, so close to the heart of the kaldorei people, so near the Well of Eternity, but she accepted them as necessary allies in this struggle. Unable to sleep as the scouts reported the Legion's advance towards Nordrassil she wandered aimlessly through the camps, eventually meeting with a small group of tauren sharing a final draw from a pipe. They were gracious enough to allow the kaldorei to sit with them, and to join them in partaking. Lenreal found the act difficult, but managed to breathe in a little of the smoke; in time leaving their company with her thoughts slowed and the world's troubles seeming more distant than they had before.

In the aftermath of the battle, Lenreal decided that she could face no more – she wandered down the slope – stealing a pipe and smokeweed from the corpse of a tauren on her way down, disgusted that she had survived and wanting nothing more than to run away. In the wake of their greatest victory, she found her faith slipping away from her – overwhelmed by survivor's guilt, her will and her abilities as a priestess and healer began to fade soon after.

Ashamed and alone, Lenreal wandered off into the forests of her homeland – looking for time to rest, and to forget.