Suvisami

Information

Player: Etmosril

Character Full Name: Suvisami

Character In-Game Name: Suvisami

Nickname(s): Suvi.

Association(s): Draenei and shamans. That's all.

Race: Draenei

Class: Shaman

Skills and Abilities: Nothing out-of-the-ordinary for a normal shaman.

Age: 2,915

Sex: Female

Hair: Short, blue, and in an artful state of disarray.

Eyes: Silver-blue.

Weight: 285 lbs

Height: 7'11

Appearance

She wears clothes and Talbuk leathers in Draenei fashions for the simple reason that nothing else is tailored to fit. She also lacks the extra funds for more 'normal' clothing.

Other: Suvi possesses a gawky large-hoofed, small-chested physique which makes it look like she's still growing into her size. Her face is likewise youthful; rounded but for her sharp chin. The color of her skin is a very vivid blue which has been compared on one memorable occasion to cake frosting.

The tattoos on her skin are varied in shade; from silvery white, to dark blue. The pattern in which they're drawn across her torso has a resemblance to the shape of a Naaru, while those on her arms and legs are given a thinner interlocking design.

Personality:

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Suvisami has spent several years familiarizing herself with Azeroth. Even so, past her modified style of speech and moderate knowledge of the world, she remains naive to the darker nature of the races. She's extremely polite - especially towards those of other races, as she considers it her duty to leave them with a good impression of the Draenei. This making of a good impression also involves sincerity, and a strict avoidance of both alcohol and the carefree, foolish behavior which is sometimes associated with Draenei women.

She has a strong interest in Azeroth's natural history, particularly of the Sundering. She enjoys traveling to 'unspoiled' areas and coastlines from which she can deduce the original shape of the continents. Titan ruins are another favorite. Although she doesn't admit it, they were the true reason she traveled to Northrend. To this day she wishes she could live in Wintergrasp, Dragonblight, or the Storm Peaks simply because they're so filled with ruins.

Possesses a severe inferiority complex. She tends to compare herself to other Draenei in various ways, concluding each time that her own good qualities are either nonexistent or unimportant. Accordingly, she appears modest to others (but isn't above digging for compliments.) She's also very shy towards those who aren't Draenei, and prefers to let her actions spell out her intent.

To her, good and bad are clearly delineated. Either you're good-aligned with the Draenei, or you're corrupted as the Legion. Most races receive a cautious treatment by her: she judges by the individual. Some - like Forsaken, Trolls, Orcs, and (often) humans - she avoids entirely. She prefers not to start conflict with them at all.

She has an unnamed gryphon chick who travels in a portable carrier on her back, and requires feeding every few hours. See end of History for details.

History

Suvisami was born well into the Draenei's flight from Argus. In her youth, she rarely saw planets or set foot on earth: being more familiar with space, the Naaru and the life inside the Oshu'gun. She never understood the attachment the elders had to their old planet.

It would be reasonable to say that she lacked direction. None of the typical paths of the Draenei held interest for her. If anything, the limited forms they took made her curious about how the Draenei could sustain a whole culture with nothing but Artificers, mages, Lightwielders, and a rare few scouts. Where were the mundane professions, and people who didn't specialize in battle?

By the time she was an adult, she was still undecided. She often helped in scouting duties, and maintaining supplies for the Artificers through collection, but nothing else.

When the Oshu'gun landed on Draenor, Suvisami's interest was sparked by the Orcs. Sentient races on other planets had been rare, and those so similar to the Draenei were rarer yet. So perhaps she could be forgiven in her interest. It didn't last for long.

She was amongst the Draenei who fled to Zangarmarsh when the Orcs attacked Shattrath. And it was there that she first came into contact with shamanism, courtesy of Nobundo and the Broken. It clicked perfectly with what she knew herself to be - an outsider to all worlds, who willingly and conscientiously allied with the essence of the planets. As the months passed, she explored this alliance further.

She traveled to Tempest Keep amongst others when word got out about the Naaru dimensional ship. The battle left her severely wounded in one leg - including a cut tendon from a bladed weapon -, while the crash itself only impaired her for a few hours or so. Despite her potential as a shaman for healing herself, she had no power to do so. She ended up dragging herself over to where the rest of the survivors were at work healing the wounded Draenei. With time and Light she recovered enough to assist in the aftermath.

The earth Spirits disrupted by their passing took a long time to placate. Again, Suvisami was close to useless. Her affinity to earth was so-so at best. She ended up gathering food, supplies, and fragments of the Exodar, similar to what she'd done in her earlier years. She left amongst some of the Night Elven allies the Draenei had made as soon as she was no longer needed.

The shaman was delighted with the sights of Darnassus and Teldrassil, but more so with the people. And of course, her skillset was good for traveling too. She was put to use in the same way as always. The Night Elves were understandably curious about the Draenei, and the places - the stars - from whence they came. Her stories of star-travel, the Oshu'gun, Draenor, and the eventual flight to Tempest Keep and Azeroth won her at least a handful of interested listeners every night. But more than that, they related over their histories with the Legion.

As nice as the people were, the sleeping cycle was beginning to leave Suvisami a very unhappy goat-girl. She had heard many times of the human capital of 'Stormwind' as a place of adventure and diurnal people. So she went there next, and found out very quickly that it was not for her. The Draenei received a colder welcome here, except for the ones who adopted bizarre customs and clothing styles. She traveled on to Ironforge from there, but was effectively driven out by the predominance of earth and fire spirits. Her wanders continued on further north; up to the Hinterlands. The Wildhammer Dwarves there welcomed her.

By the time she was planning to return to Stormwind and thereby to the Exodar, the war in Northrend had begun. She caved in to the call of adventure and traveled there next; fighting in both the Nexus War and Ulduar, but ultimately never witnessing the death of the Lich King for which she had come. Her interest in the Argent Crusade was likewise absent.

Her return to the Hinterlands was a quiet one. She'd gotten more adventure than she'd ever bargained for in her life - and yet, it still meant nothing in the grand schemes. Azeroth had gained no ground on the Legion. All it had done was ensure survival for a few months.

She settled down with the Wildhammer Dwarves again, and made herself useful. By then, the gryphon mothers trusted her enough to let her watch their eggs and chicks while they hunted or worked with their partners. A particularly adventurous mother gryphon with an overlarge clutch of eggs gave one of the eggs to the shaman, telling her to keep it warm, and raise the chick. And so she did.

Those days, Suvisami has resumed her travels over Azeroth, taking care of her charge and never straying too far from safety for his sake.