Tylungra

Information

Player: Whym

Character Full Name: Tylungra Nightfang

Character In-Game Name: Tylungra

Nickname(s): 'Lunge', Ty.

Association(s): The Sentinels (former), Might of Kalimdor (former), Darnassus, Cenarion Circle.

Race: Night Elf

Class: Druid

Skills and Abilities: Tylungra still possesses most of the abilities of a Sentinel, a vast knowledge about survival, achery and how to wield a glaive is at her disposal. She has the ability to shapeshift into a feline form, bringing harm upon her enemies in this form. Her skills in healing are slightly worse of those of an average Druid, nothing impressive, she cannot restore limbs or anything, logically.

Age: 8639

Sex: Female

Hair: A dark shade of green, a mane cascading down to her rear.

Eyes: Amber.

Weight: 233 lbs.

Height: 7'

Usual Clothing/Armor: A simple outfit made of leather, not even hardened. She has one robe, made out of thick cloth, fit for colder regions, filled. She also carries a staff with herself, a paw serving as head, indicating her affiliation and craft. One simple knife, sharpened and sheathed rests attached to her belt.

Other: Various trinkets such as fangs and few bones have been made attached to simple cords, they now serve as necklaces. She also has crescent earrings resting in her earlobes, one in each.

Personality

Rash, blunt, compassionate and easy to anger. Those are the most distinguishing attributes of Tylungra. Due to the long duty within the Sentinels, she has become an ancient and exemplar of them, her actions are easily affected by emotions and her general feral being. She speaks in a practical, (and to most) rude sounding way, however this is not intended, merely a thing trait which has formed by service within the Sentinels.

Another thing she has acquired is her reckless compassion. Her compassion for her own kind is truely great, willing to let her own life slip away just to save another of her brethren. There would be barely anything what could stop her from just saving one of her own. This indeed, causes reckless actions, if need be. For the better or worse, she has yet survived them all.

Naturally, as a former Sentinel, she has become fearless, no matter what she faces, she remains in battle and fights until either side has fallen. Her gestures have become rather feral aswell, snarling when angered and other animalistic behavioural patterns are seen. When in battle, her emotions and experience take over her actions, laying devastating power, affected by her rage behind each and every attack, simply crushing apart what would come in her way, ensuring noone she cares about would be hurt further.

She, being a traditionalist to a slight degree, has obviously a hating gaze upon the Horde, if they assisted in the lumbering of Ashenvale. She treats them (being Orcs and Trolls) outside of Ashenvale better than if they are inside, for that is a sign that they assist in the desecration of their sacred Grove. Forsaken and Blood Elves have near no chance of gaining a word with her. The mighty Tauren are viewed with well, simpathy. She likes their ways, approves of them. Her views on the Alliance are rather warm, one can never have enough allies. She treats them with caution, however having seen some foolish and reckless actions in previous actions with them.

When in her feline form; her behaviour barely changes, she remains the way she is, merely more afflicted by the beast within, her anger showing itself easier. She has the tendency to get attached to people, if they seem clumsy, are not capable of defending themselves or are injured. And the same is with -good- friends, she becomes overprotective over those, her recklessness would easily allow death to take her over, merely to save one.

History

Tylungra was born in the frozen north of Winterspring, a harsh and cold region to grow up in, merely to make herself more resilient. She was born to a harsh, demanding and yet lovely Sentinel and a lazy, simple-minded Druid of the Claw. Her amber eyes were a surprise for the two, mayhaps a great destiny was awaiting her, perhaps a natural talent to become a Druid.

But alas, first she had to grow up. She was living near the Frostsaber's grounds, in the far north of Winterspring, there is where she spent most of her time during her 'youth'. Mostly busy studying the behavioural patterns or getting familiar with these mightly beasts, she received a few clawings from them, merely a reminder that nature is harsh, and so it has to act harshly.

Her mother took over the education about faith and history, seeing how the Sentinels are a deeply religious group, she seemed most fitting for this. Her father took over watching over her as she was studying and living near the Frostsabers, giving her advice about them, which she gladly took. It was a rather simply youth, living through the day, studying and learning with each passing one.

However, much was expected from her. She was often asked to do tasks which still exceeded her skills. This merely made her receive some harsh critique, not living up to the standards of an amber eyed Kaldorei. It only encouraged her to become stronger, soon beginning a harsh, physical training under the watching eye of her mother, often leading into complete physical exhaustion. She surely was eager to prove herself as a proper warrior.

As she reached the maturity at the age of around 400, her father had called in a meeting with the circle, attempting to let her daughter allow in the circle, making her able to study under his watching eyes. But alas, female Druids were forbidden in the craft of the Druids during that time, she was denied. Her father was rather struck by this, but complied after the circle's wishes, her daughter would become a Sentinel, much to the liking of Tylungra's mother.

The first days as a Sentinel were the basic training, how to wield a blade, bow and moonglaive. She passed this rather well, having received training by her mother before she made the decision to join the Sentinels. Her extreme workout before she joined them had payed itself out aswell, her physique was easily matching those of the other new initiates within the Sentinels.

She finally lived up to her expectations, she seemed happy within their ranks, happy to serve and having become one of those who she heard so many stories about. Those who had been created after the War of the Ancients under the guidance of the new High Priestess; Tyrande. A routine kicked in, sparring, patroling and guarding the frozen wastes of the North. She was naught but a mere Sentinel by that time, a heavy traditionalist and a furious fighter.

More time passed, she was barely 1300, stationed in the shadowy woods of Ashenvale, travelling in the lands of the Kaldorei as the magical storms of the Quel'dorei struck down upon Ashenvale, devastating the forests, their exile was the result of these foolish action. This left her with a deep mental note; a furious hatred towards the Quel'dorei and their descendants. And well, a general wariness of the craft of the arcane which still surrounds her quite obviously.

Milennia passed by and Teneria fulfilled her duty with determination during this time, her experience growing with each and every training she passed successfully. But as the time passed, so did the peaceful state of Kalimdor. She heeded the call of arms against the Qiraji in Silithus, her sisters and herself travelling down in the south.

This was the very first experience she had with war and it has...terrified her at first, seeing the agony on the battlefield, seeing death at its very hand as the silithids slashed her sisters and brothers to bits but alas, there was no time to lose, she swallowed her fear and gained additonal strength out of it, destroying whatever has opposed her during that time. Eventually, she came home after a war which had neither been lost nor won. This experience has settled in her mind and scarred her for eternity, anyone who has been there knew what pestered her mind.

But nothing could stop her from being a Sentinel, she continued her duty with more experience and scars the milennia of peace during these have given her. She soon became responsible for training other Sentinels when she was stationed back in Winterspring. Peace had finally returned, or so it was thought.

Because as time passed further, the orcs and with them the Legion came, chopping down their sacred grove of Ashenvale. The message swiftly was heard in Winterspring and the call of war was heeded again. She travelled back where she once was stationed, defending their grove of the orcs which soon were further empowered by the blood of Mannoroth -again-. Cenarius' death caused nothing but grief and hatred towards the craven greenskins, slaughtering what was left in her path.

Well, until Tyrande and Malfurion had decided to join them and the Humans as they saw the bigger threat, the legion. Making her stand at the battle for Mt. Hyjal, Tylungra had once more, gathered more experience, strength and scars.

The great change happened, men were allowed into the Sisterhood of Elune and females were allowed into the path of the Druids, and that was what she did. She sought out the Cenarion Circle, laying down her path as a Sentinel in order to become a Druid. She was accepted and put under a Shan'do, learning more about nature's ways, more than she had ever known.

Her first test was soon to come, slipping back into the Emerald Dream with her Shan'do, to hasten her training and gather further wisdom under the watchful Druid's eyes. She succeeded, she roamed the Emerald Dream with her Shan'do, gaining the ability to shapeshift into a feline and improving her abilities to mend nature further.

Eventually, she and her Shan'do left the Dream once more, just before another heed to arms was yelled out, the armies of the mortal races gathering in Silithus, the might of Kalimdor forming to strike the Qiraji. Her old senses were struck, leaving her Shan'do behind in order to serve the cause with her newly gained abilities, successfully. She travelled south towards Silithus, disliking that she had to work together with the ones who had invaded her lands long ago but that was to be ignored, for now.

The Might of Kalimdor had served its purpose, leaving Tylungra with more experience and impressions of war, marking her further. She eventually returned back into the woods of Ashenvale, merely to roam the wilderness which she had missed, a lot.