Sarel

Information

Player: ptdapen

Character Full Name: Sarel Ravenstar

Character In-Game Name: Sarel

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): None

Race: Night Elf

Class: Druid (of the Talon)

Age: 452

Sex: Female

Hair: White

Eyes: Amber

Weight: 230 lbs

Height: 6'7"

Appearance

Sarel wears a human-esque outfit, with it edging more on the formal side. However its still rather cheap, and more of a merchant's garb than anything else.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Sarel is a rather reclusive person, even if she does try to interact as much as possible. It is a clash in herself indeed. Up until she left her homeland she had little contact with the foreign races of the world, like most of the night elves. It makes interaction with them difficult, as she is unsure on what to say. And though she would not admit it night elf society does influence her to be cautious with them after all the years. With males of her own kind she is filled with envy, and with females just awkwardness over the fact that she left. Still, even if these issues were not present she's not the social type in the first place; the way she was raised apparently. On the other hand she tries to converse with a peppy tone to help her bear the trouble and more importantly sell her flowers.

Ambition is a driving factor in her, and being denied anything is taken as an insult to her pride. Limitations should be nonexistent for her in her eyes. And so because her frustration has built over the years she's transferred it into believing heavily that men are quite sexist, though more-so night elf males than others. While obviously up to debate her mind is set on it. Her opinions continue to interfere with her accepting any other societies, resulting in her being a wandering self-outcast wherever she goes.

History

This lady was born as an anomaly with amber eyes in the forest now known as Felwood. Luckily for her these eyes were accurate prophets at the time, with her displaying feats of druidism. She was inducted under the teachings of her father, Avaren, though it went downhill from there. While her skills were great at the beginning of her training and never deteriorated she also never progressed far in the art. But because of her great start she attached to it early, resulting in some heavy consequences. When she could not meet the mark of her tests she complained heavily, arguing that she should be able to skip them in order to learn more. Sometimes she got her way through these tantrums, with each one paining Avaren. Eventually her father ceased teaching her to enter the Emerald Dream, which she did not take well.

Her new teacher Vorlien was less tolerable of her than her father, and Avaren was not a patient man. She only had the good graces of being his daughter. The constant refusals demotivated her to the point where she relinquished many of her studies, choosing to spend her time gardening and playing with animals. It caused him to come up with the excuse of entering the Emerald Dream as well, which is rumored to be the same reason Avaren went too. Sarel was definitely rumored to be a problematic student, in the greatest respectful way they could put it, which made her next new teacher groan. Now Callindra was a compassionate woman, sure, she understood the plight that her pupil went through. She even taught her more advanced druidism from the Totem of the Talon, but nothing could satisfy her. Male peers of her, who she viewed were beneath her were allowed to affiliate with the Cenarion Circle fully. And sometimes she was right to assume that by the mere fact of their lack of experience in comparison. It just did not make any sense to her why women were denied.

The slow progression of her teachings had been building up in the lass. Even if she did learn from the totem she felt it was only because of her teacher being female as well. In her eyes maybe Callindra could have taught more, but she was somehow being limited. She could not protest in the Cenarion Circle that banned her gender from it. So the bottle that was Sarel's rage became overfilled; when it popped she flew away from her homeland, leaving almost all behind except for a reason.

In a whole new world Sarel was almost completely lost. Luckily for her after the Third War she was taught Common to help interact with any foreigners that would come to the forests. It did not take her long to notice she needed some sort of occupation. Thinking back to her childhood she chose a profession close to flowers. The simplest she could think of was selling them so casting away her druid style she became a wandering florist, desperately trying to sell her products to make a living.