Sahmoon

Information

Player: Drak

Character Full Name: Sahmoon Starwhisper

Character In-Game Name: Sahmoon (Pronounced: Saw-moan)

Nickname(s): Fellow Kaldorei call him either "Druid" or by his name, while other races usually call him "Sahm"

Association(s): Darnassus, Cenarion Circle.

Race: Kaldorei (Night Elf)

Class: Druid

Age: 7,500

Sex: Male

Hair: Long green hair, sometimes tied, with a goatee beard.

Eyes: Amber

Weight: 216 (98 kg)

Height: 7' (2,13m)

Appearance

Sahmoon usually hides his face behind a hood or mask, but when his face is revealed one can see he has a serious look on his face with no scars or burn marks.

Sahmoon usually wears robes or just a kilt and gloves, sometimes a mask made of leaves. When it comes to dressing he does look like a druid, or the usual-shirt/chest armour and only a kilt.

Personality

Sahmoon is the quiet type that usually watches instead of talking, but will speak his mind. To other Kaldorei, he is quite respectful and some what formal, unless they ask him not to be. And to any non-Kaldorei, he thinks of them as a lesser race, unless they can prove themselves to him, by that I mean a person has to earn his respect. As for Orcs, he thinks of them as savage brutes that deserves to die in a painfull and slow way, same with Forsaken since they were Scourge.

Other: Sahmoon focuses in healing and restoration, but he will fight when needed to.

History

Sahmoon was born and raised in Ashenvale, like most Kaldorei were, and has always been the silent type. He was usually out playing in the woods, reading a book or helping his parents with something, what ever they needed help with. As he grew older he played less and read more, and his friends were jealous that he learned faster than he did, and his parents were proud of him.

One day, when Sahmoon went to get a few things for his parents, he met a strange looking Kaldorei near the inn. He went up to the Kaldorei and started having a conversation, although it was hard for him since he doesn't talk so much normally. After a couple of minutes talking, the Kaldorei revealed that he was a Druid and he thought Sahmoon seemed like an intelligent Elf and asked if he wanted to study the art of Druidism. Of course Sahmoon couldn't believe what he heard but really did want to, so he took the Druid to meet with his parents. After the Druid and Sahmoon's parents talked, they all agreed that the young Kaldorei would train as a Druid, and so it was.

Their journey was a strange one; his mentor would sometimes play some sort of trick to test Sahmoon's abilities now and again. His mentor always explained the circle of life, how sometimes an animal must die to feed another, when and when not to aid an animal or plant or even killing one when necessary. These lessons were always a little hard for Sahmoon, he wanted to help other living things but sometimes couldn't, because it would upset the balance of nature, or so his mentor said.

As more years passed Sahmoon eventually woke up to find his mentor gone, no where to be found, so he waited for his return. After not eating for two days he couldn't take it, his mentor no where to be found and himself getting weak by his hunger, then and there while he was wondering whether this was another one of his mentor's crazy tests or not, he went into the wild for food. As much as he hated doing it, he at first killed a couple of small squirrels and rabbits, along with vegetables, and eventually his strength came back again. He tried to take on bears and other dangerous animals when they came, but they proved to be too much for him still, so he had to run and, when he got hit, find a place to hide and heal his wounds.

The days he spend by himself eventually came to a halt, his mentor came back after a month and a half and was impressed by his student's ability to survive on his own, even at the mask he made out of leaves seemed impressive. He told his student about the test, and it was necessary for Sahmoon to learn that sometimes he should kill other living things but ONLY to survive, not for pleasure. And as if seeing Sahmoon still alive after so long was not enough, he told his student that for another month he will have to 'show' his mentor how much he's learned and changed, and so they will, as usually, travel together again but Sahmoon will be the one doing the work. Feeding them both, healing injuries and everything, his mentor acted like a burden.

Days turning into weeks, weeks into months and months into years as they continued travelling and Sahmoon's skills advancing. Eventually his mentor started teaching him one of the hardest lessons for a Druid. Shape shifting, sounds all fun and games, turning into an animal, but it turned out to be the most difficult thing for Sahmoon to learn, although his mentor still taught him other things, he mainly focused on Shape shifting. He WOULD learn to do it; he swore that he refused to continue until he managed to be able to turn into an animal. And so he did, as the years passed, and the thought of giving up coming and going several times, he finally did it. He could turn into an animal, although he couldn't control himself too well, so he only takes the form of another for no more than an hour.

The last few years together with his mentor came to an end, during the Third War he (His Mentor) got killed while Sahmoon was busy tending to a few other Elves' wounds. At first when he heard of his mentor's death, Sahmoon planned on avenging him, as he sat out to kill some Orcs he remembered what his mentor taught him, not to give in to anger and about how sometimes one must die, so another may live. His mentor died trying to aid Ashenvale, the animals in it, and even the Kaldorei. The Orc that slaughtered his mentor was killed, but by another Elf. Of course, the War eventually ended, but many more battles were still to come.

Now Sahmoon still wanders Azeroth, helping those who need him along the way and tries to teach those that are willing to be taught. He does his best to stay away from the Humans' and Dwarves' cities and towns, knowing some will treat him different and demand he dress differently. Wearing clothing was always something Sahmoon didn't like, they itch and sometimes are just too darn warm for him, except for when it's cold out, then it's nice and cozy.