Telika

Information

Player: Aruk

Character In-Game Name: Telika

Full Name: Tael'Isiin; Shortened to Telika

Nickname(s): Wolfhound, Telequin, Blue

Association(s): Neutral terms with the Alliance. Friendly with Exodar.

Race: Draenei

Class: Hunter

Age: 2125

Sex: Female

Hair: White

Eyes: Pearl

Weight: 190 lb.

Height: 7 foot 2 inch

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Prefers unhindering clothes; Mostly seen in leather.

Other: Accent is rather heavy. She has yet to get used to Common to speak it completely fluently.

Maimed; Left fist.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Good

Honor and loyalty to oneself and clan; truth to yourself, and all those around you. Warm wishes and greetings to all those you call friends, tolerance and acceptance to all others; Such are the teachings of the Na'ru, and of the Light, and by those you must live your day. Doesn't mean you can't have a little fun in between.

As many Draenei, Telika will tend to the daily rituals and prayers; Only thanks to the Na'ru's promise of light and salvation and by their guiding hand did the Draenei live to see the arrival to Azeroth.

History has not allowed for much...spreading out; The dranei were packed tight into a ship and forced to flee for over 25,000 years...how much can you evolve like that? Enough to wish for for freedom and to rise a wanderlust...Where there is new lands there is opportunity to learn; and when one lives for so long...there's plenty of time and opportunity. You do learn. You spread out little by little, learning as you go...and to do that, you need to move a bit from the ship that brought you.

But you never forget. You never forget who you are, and what you are. You never forget the misery, or the bonds...you never forget the warmth of those around you, and you never forget their concern and love as a community in whole. That is why you return. You return to speak, to tell and to relay a message, they all wish to hear. You return to bring good news, and you return, because in the end of the day, you know it's your home, and they are your family.

Such is the bond of the draenei.

History

Far too young to have seen the Prophet Valen, the corruption, and Argus, but old enough to have seen the interior of a metal carapace; A ship. That's what the Draenei did...ride in a ship and hop around from one planet to the other...

Telika was born on Osh'Gun...and happy a childhood it was; it was like having a puppy; Feed it and play enough with it and it's happy and controlled...look away and you have no more shoes. The Osh'Gun's rides were boring, even, and uneventful. At least in Telika's head. In their travels the ship came upon one planet; Telika's parents were one of the scouts who were sent ahead, and she...the wild child she was insisted on coming along.

"It won't hurt her...a change of environment will do the child well. Besides, she'll behave...won't you?"

With an enthusiastic nod she agreed to all terms and the trio prepared... As much of a playground the entire planet was to her...at least she looked at it like it, she promised to behave...Still that didn't stop her from being a kid. All things had a certain tempo, rhythm if you will to them...and papa was the poor victim of the entire situation.

Somethin' high up above and you can't reach it? Call for papa. Something in a vile looking muck of water in a foul smelling swamp-like enclosure? Papa. A cute and cuddly 20 foot monster riled with thorns and a wicked looking mouth filled with teeth? Call papa...and get the tweezers.

"You two are lazy...I'm doing all the exploring!" The couple looked at each other with a frown; "She get's this from your side..." "Nu-unh..."

(...)

The three were separated for no longer then a moment; Telika found another tracker observing some beasts and wanted to know...

The girls name was Xaani, and she would later become a mother of sorts to Telika; she set the little Draenei on her lap and compared these creatures to the ones back on Argus. But as life is conveniently wonderful as it is, something, somewhere had happened...and once Telika returned to the ship, her folks were missing...The attempts at explanation that issued were...less then successful. For the next while Telika was a grayish sack of meat and bone; Lifeless, and hopeless.

(...)

Some days later, Telika was introduced to the Orphanage Mother. She was a sweet woman, and made the entire place feel like a massive playground...it was fun admittedly, but no matter what the mother did, making all of them forget what happened to their parents was hard... But, they'd get used to it. And they did...and Telika was the hardest nut.

Who started the fights? Telika. Who had kitchen duty -every- day? Telika. Who tried to convince one of the kids to go and test how the mother would react to a firecracker under her feet while carrying a load of dishes, and who later had to glue the dishes, work kitchen duty all day, and was grounded for the next millennium? Guess.

It wasn't all that bad; The little Draenei matured, and learned her lessons quick, almost as quick as she grew. Soon, the little girl quickly became a sort of older sister to the other children, aiding her Mother, and tending to her little 'siblings'. Time passed slowly, and the number of children in the orphanage only got bigger and bigger...

(...)

"Time for a job. Pick one; To stand as a guard and fight for the people? The warrior's path? "Unimaginative...and too violent..."

"Magi?" "Far too much studying."

"The Priesthood? Or perhaps to devote yourself to the Naaru?" "...err..." "Good point..."

Time passed by, and the Draenei traveled across the universe...the various small safe spots were enjoyable to stretch one's hooves if even that was possible, but Kil'jaeden and the Legion breathing down their necks never allowed a moments peace, and Telika's tolerance of the metal carapace was slowly growing weak...who's wasn't? But she didn't merely dislike it...she hated the blasted thing...comforting herself with the fact they owe their lives to it didn't help. It was there, it was metal, it was closed off, and she -lived- in it, albeit she had to watch the damn thing, every damned day of her damned life. And that was enough to start hating it...

Naaru know how much time passed on it...the days and nights were nonexistent on it, time was relative... Until Draneor came...

(...)

Those two hundred years were great. Even before Draenor, Telika expressed an interest in the wilds...in fact anything that didn't include ships, buildings or civilization...for the past 1000 years, she had enough of it. Xaani, the woman with her on the day her parents went missing, and Bel'Nesheba her mother (and later on comrade in mischief) practically took her in as one of their own; Bel'Nesheba treated Telika like another doughter, and Xaani took it on herself to teach Telika her craft (lacking a better word)...and what Xaani couldn't do...the neighbours could.

When the ship stumbled upon Draenor, everyone reveled. Safe, big, green (more or less), and nothing on it demon, or demon related.

Perfect.

Xaani and the other trackers soon followed; but where they needed to rest and eat, Telika merely kept going at it; in the 200 years they were there, she learned her trade well, soon excelling. Friends were easy to come by there. The big beasts were fascinating, and the little critters were fun to play with... There were some...other strange creatures there. Brown skinned mammoths, living in tribes... Frightening? Yes. Hindering? Not one blasted bit.

Still, you can't go in and charge knocking at their door, saying 'haithar we're here nao.' The strenuous relationship began, and it was nothing more then trade. For a while Telika accompanied the caravans, curious of the Orcs and their culture, and eager to know more of the land, and the Orcs will know it best; Bit by bit, she observed and learned until she could strike out on her own. And the Orcs? ...well...they never did like them anyways...

Bliss, only naturally has to end somewhere. The Legion found them...and they found the orcs... surrendered themselves with little fight to Kil'Jaeden's promises and corruption.

But she remembered the stories...how half the Eredar gave themselves up with no resistance, not even uttering a silent 'no', despite better advice...then went and killed off half of their brethren, again at the call of power... When she asked Bel'Nesheba about it, the old woman didn't hesitate to admit she picked up the Arcane in search of power...and that many other Exiled ones do the same, whether they think otherwise or not...

"Xaani wished to follow my path...I forbid her, I told her I will not allow her to waste her life on books and studies like I did...now I spend my days levitating crates and what other heavy objects they need moved."

Kil'Jaeden's interest in the orcs ended terribly...and soon the once proud and honorable warriors, soon became nothing more then slobbering mongrels ready to tear one's guts once their master let loose the leash; Trying to understand someone while you see them killing off your race bit by bit is difficult...and even the kindest of the Draenei soon grew to hate their once (relatively) peaceful neighbors...

The battle was futile much from the start...logic and control can hardly battle chaos and pure burning hatred...The draenei nearly lost the battle and almost their entire race... Once again the circle repeated itself...

Telika never enjoyed her battles and she enjoyed even less the blood on her hands...what from helping the injured, what from her own injuries, what from gutting the orcs...but it was a war...

She remembered her times at the orphanage...and as much fun as they had, she remembers how they all had to grow up fast... She remembered how the mother loved each and every child equally and with equal vigor tried to protect them...and she felt bad for causing her so much trouble...she remembered the others pitching in, helping and comforting each other...she remembered her parents, and their love and patience for her... The fear...the hatred... She remembered Valen...his calm features and voice...the man who looked over all of his children...their leader...their savior... The Naaru's gift...the promise of true freedom...

After so many years she took it all in...for every corrupted Orc fell she took pleasure in it...she comforted herself she was doing them a favor...by freeing their souls from it...and from the sole fact that this way...she killed, piece by peace of the same monstrosities that called themselves the Eredar...once a noble race...now nothing other then creatures falling lower then the maggots and parasites who feed of the blood and flesh of their hosts... For all those draenei whose minds weakened at the contact with the fell corruption...for all those who will never heal from the fell flames...

Slaves...slaves to fate...to life...to themselves... 'History is repeating itself...' she thought;

She'd hear Bel'Nesheba murmur in her death bed; "We are fighting mirrors...that...in reality...is us...bringing pain and destruction to our selves...all...over...again..."

(...)

They took to hiding in the Zangarmarsh...many were separated...many never returned. The battle never ended, it doesn't end to this day...but relief would come so often...A Naaru, by the name of O'ros brought them to a safe heaven called Tempest Keep...that didn't last long either, and the previously though safe heaven was now infested with Blood Elves who took keep there in the Naaru's absence... Another fight... Another death... And more blood...

It was worth it...no, it wasn't...but that is an argument for later; As it is, the Draenei stole a wing of the Keep, and calling it the Exodar, left Draenor...to where ever fate would throw them...and throw them it did...and they hit hard...the Blood Elves tempered with the ship and sabotaged it...the crashed to the Azurmyst...

Bel'Nesheba died, her now far too old body had no chance of enduring it...Xaani hadn't taken cover to try and protect her mother...at least she would is she left the engine room earlier...there was a lot of Xaani in that room. There's still some part missing.

She passed the age where she is considered an adult...It doesn't work for her...she still has a child's grudge against the world... But that doesn't stop her, really... She's like a puppy...give her a toy to chew on and she'll behave...so far there's an entire new world to serve as her playground...she carries 2000 and something years of pain and a 'chained' existence along with the rest of her kind, and for once, she feels free... But it still makes Telika think, to how long will that last?

But what about old wounds re-opening; Orcs? Fighting them is out of the question, taking one down is a near death experience. Pass them by, and if you can't get out before they get to you. Blood Elves? Intolerance, near hatred, and a very big grudge. But still know better then to go against a pack alone.

In truth she didn't wish to wield the sword to become a soldier to shed that much blood...a magi of fear of corruption, fearing she'll stumble somewhere in the dark. To devote one self to the Light? The sole reason why not? She never considered herself worthy.

The battle has yet to finish, and freedom is still deniable; The Draenei have yet to falter truly, and so does Telika...she just prefers to take her battles from a distance, hidden within the refuge of the wild, amongst the beast she feels akin to... Until then...the world is an endless playground...