Rahirn

Information

Player: Stealthscout

Character Full Name: Rahirn

Character In-Game Name: Rahirn

Nickname(s): None.

Association(s): None.

Race: Tauren

Class: Shaman (Spirit walker)

Skills and Abilities:

Spirit Caller

Rahrin summons a spirit wolf to aid him, if the dies on the mortal plane, it is sent back from which it came from.

Age: 56

Sex: Male

Hair: Snow white, with brown dots of hair

Eyes: Green, but when he walks with the spirits, they glow.

Weight: 540.3 lbs

Height: 8'9

Usual Garments/Armor: Rahrin walks with thick layers of leather a wooden shield, and a mace made out of a rock and some leather straps and a wooden stick.

Personality

Rahirn is a confused Tauren, not knowing what his destiny wants from him, or why was he chosen as a spirit walker. He is a kind and pacifistic being, trying to avoid conflict in any form, and hates seeing fights; when he does fight, it is not him but another spirit doing it for him.

He was always taken as a smart Tauren and a very good adviser, helping everyone he finds in his path that needs helping, or settling into a starting tribe to help them get bigger.

His relationship with the Horde is well, and he doesn't hate the Alliance. He wants everyone to live in peace and for the war to stop. He finds Ashenvale as one of the biggest problems that causes wars, and doesn't go there a lot, but who knows? Maybe someone will be able to convince this stubborn Tauren.

History

Rahrin was born to a small tribe at Thousand Needles. His childhood was normal like any child's life; he spent time enjoying nature or being with his friends, and he explored with them the edges of their territory. He had some dreams that were ominous and strange to him, that showed him bits of the Emerald Dream and all kinds of places in the world. However, he didn't bother talking about them, thinking that it was a normal thing for a Tauren to go through.

At the age of ten his parents had found something odd about his fur; unlike a normal Tauren which has brown fur, he started to have snow dots on his fur. From that moment, that his destiny is clear: that he would become a spirit walker. They went to the tribe's shaman and asked for guidance. The shaman inspected Rahrin and started to praise the ancestors and spirits for granting their tribe the honor of a spirit walker.

Several years after the discovery he was turned twenty and trained with the tribe's shaman and other shamans. He became an apprentice shaman, not knowing of the true power of the ancestors. The ancestors started talking to him throughout his training, helping him in his tests, and giving them their knowledge. Soon, Rahrin lost himself inside the vortex of ancestors, and almost descended into madness. Luckily the shamans were able to help him find true peace inside himself and the ancestors, becoming a young spirit walker.

When he reached the age of twenty seven he decided to leave his tribe, and said he needed to find his own path, and that his destiny was not with the tribe, but elsewhere. The tribesmen gave him their best hopes and the best armor and weapons they could provide. However, he refused to take any of it, and left only wearing cloth and unarmed.

Twenty five years later one of the ancestors told him that he needed to find a certain tribe that were within Thousand Needles. He didn't hesitate and started searching for the tribe, wondering why he needed to find them or what would he find when he found them. He met the Bloodhoof tribe down one of the hills. He told them the ancestor's name and they welcomed him with open arms, honoring him for being a spirit walker. He joined them and settled in with them, sharing his knowledge and helping with everything he could, but holding back on his shamanistic powers, since he didn't want to bother the elements with silly requests.

Four years passed since he had joined the Bloodhoof. There were days where he fought the Centaurs and there were days when he didn’t. When he fought he was a fearsome warrior, rarely using his shamanistic powers. He was more focused on his mace and wooden shield. After killing several centaurs, he was wounded in many places and leaving many scars that were hidden under his leather armor. Another time while fighting he had noticed that a clan of orcs came in to help him in battle. driving back the centaurs and helping him get back to the tribe. As he returned he had already saw that the tribe was getting ready to leave with the Orcs and help them in the war. He had no choice but to go with them. The Horde was formed and he left them. He said that he needed to travel again, and that his destiny lied elsewhere.

Today he still be travels The Barrens and its territory, searching for his destiny or doing what the elements or ancestors ask him to do.