Uyendu

Information

Player: Bovel

Character Full Name: Uyendu

Character In-Game Name: Uyendu

Nickname(s): (Coming.)

Association(s): Sha’naar

Race: Krokul

Class: Shaman

Age: 3045

Sex: Male

Hair: Tendrils

Eyes: Dimmed blue glow

Weight: 178 kg / 392 lbs

Height: 2,01 m / 6' 7"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Carries a gnarled staff with glowing carvings. Mostly wear thick leatherwear.

Personality

Uyendu has a short temper and is easily angered but rarely lashes out physically due to the lethargy of his kind. At most he scolds or shakes a clenched fist at whoever/whatever angers him. Otherwise his demeanor is slow, mostly taking a moment to ponder on what to say or how to act.

He face uncorrupted draenei with bridled bitterness due to their treatment of the krokul at the time of their change and ever since. Uyendu wish to see the survival of their kin, twisted or not but wishes the draenei would open their eyes to more than their Light and naaru.

History

Uyendu was born draenei upon a world covered in dense, damp jungles. As a child he was unruly and violent, prone to get himself into fights with the other children. By the guidance of an anchorite his parents sent Uyendu away to harbringers where he was to come to understand the effects of violence and gain a measure of discipline. In the end the adolescent had joined the ranks of the warriors.

War came upon the draenei on Draenor as the natives became warped by the powers of the Legion. Young and inexperienced Uyendu was one of those chosen to flee into Zangar, he was to accompany one of the last groups leaving the capital, Shattrath. Instead the young warrior snuck and hid away from his superiors.

He stood shoulder to shoulder with his brothers when the attackers broke into the city and Uyendu’s first real battle commenced. All around his kindred fell under the axe of an orc or weakened by the red mist and flowed across the battlefield. He pressed on and endured longer than many, his combat skills enough to keep him alive but the inevitable happened and Uyendu was buried beneath the crumbling tower of a shrine.

The injured harbringer limped away from his first taste at warfare - alive, his mind thickening from the effects of the red mist. So he just wandered where his hooves pointed until he passed out. He woke up in a makeshift camp somewhere on the border to Zangar. The days that followed were filled with horror for the survivng draenei when their connection to the Light ceased, their shapes withered and their tails shrunk to petty stumps. The initial horror had by now turned into a silent self-loathing.

Decades later Uyendu and Pool’uk, his saviour were both caught by intruding naga, bonded with each other by magical means and sent out into the marshlands as part of their workforce. The corruption had reached into his friend’s mind turning him insane and as a desperate act of survival Uyendu struck his crude shovel at Pool’uk. He felt every blow that he landed upon his kinsman, the pain echoing through his whole being but the will to survive overwhelmed the suffering.

Through waist deep bog he waded and across withdrawing streams he swam aimlessly. The experience of killing his own and all the while feeling their pain, the horror of meeting death at the hands of a friend had been too much for Uyendu. After days of pacing straight ahead exhaustion finally won and he collapsed onto the wet moss. But in the far distance he heard a someone calling, a disembodied voice that beckoned him in its direction, in which he after another day found more survivors.

It was a spirit of Water that had saved his life and under the guidance of Nobundo he was taught the way of the shaman along with many other krokul. Despite his age Uyendu became a shaman and joined fellow broken at Sha’naar where he would wander the wastes in search of water. Corruption has made him weak and shriveled, being a strong and young warrior trapped within the body of an old draenei. Fog still remains within his mind, weighing down his spirit.