Yalo

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Character Full Name: Mitokair, Yalo [Last.First]

Character In-Game Name: Yalo

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): None

Race: Kal'dorei

Class: Rogue

Age: 271

Sex: Male

Hair: Snow White, long, winding down to the center of his back, bangs hang right over his thin brows.

Eyes: Golden glow

Weight: One-hundred and forty-two lbs.

Height: 6'0 Foot

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance

The Kal'dorei will often be seen wearing shady garments, at the same time they will not bind. When it's 'Go' time, he will usually wear skin-tight gear for swifter and agile movements due to his jobs requiring this. No he's not a stripper. Oh and his daggers, you won't see them until the time is right.

Other: Yalo growing up around his native home, was a constructive musician. He had carved a wooden Ocarina from a tree and plays it rarely in front of others. He also is rather talented with wire reeling, bathing them in metal oils to give them their hard density, though they appear to be as thin as strings.

Personality

Witty, cunning, persuasive, intelligent, trickster, curious? Many words have been pointed at this Kal'dorei, trying to identify him with the right words. Someone who has known Yalo for a while would say these efforts are futile. He acts rather mellow, though he often bad-mouths those who he views as foreigners. When he is not working, he is playing the Wooden Ocarina he had carved from a tree long ago, out of other peoples' hearing range. Yalo, when acquiring friends will act stubborn and arrogant in front of them, though deep down him is very selfless. One taboo to him is, calling him short. He will flat-out, try, to, kick, your-ass. If he realizes though, that his enemy is trying to get the better of him, he will most-likely blow it off.

History

Yalo grew up as an only-child. His mother was a Huntress, his father a Druid. Not too long ago, Yalo was given birth to. A completely healthy and normal infant at that time, the father cherished his time he had. Soon though, he would leave to tend to the Emerald Dream. This left his mother, a hunter of the forests to tend for him. She relayed him around her own family tree to those who could tend to him as she had her duties to tend to as well. Teaching Yalo at first was like trying to drown a fish, in no way would it happen. Often frowning upon praying to their Deity Elune, he would sneak off as soon as they turned the other way. He wandered into the forests, listened to the nature around him, watched the younger kin of animals play, yes even listen to the birds sing. This is where he had founded the idea of becoming a musician. Yalo loved to mix the sounds of the birds tweeting, the bushes blowing with the wind, and the constant stream of water heard by a nearby river. With about two sharp knives and one axe, he had cut down probably twelve trees in the forests of his native people. They hadn't found out about this until weeks later, when after many many attempts at creating master Craftsmanship with the knives he had succeeded. From a strong tree from the forests of the Kaldorei, he constructed for himself an Ocarina. With it, he brought harmony among animals, often playing his soothing lullabies for them.

He was given a bow and an arrow not to mention a spear. Did he use it? Hell no! Yalo often came back to the ones who were instructing him with nothing but his Ocarina, often saying he lost his tools while hunting. Not too many thought kindly of Yalo, though he would close his eyes grinning toothily at society. Without a Druid to help, some would take hours to find Yalo in the forests, though they could when close enough, hear the color-filled notes which were sent with the winds of the forest. Harmony rang from his lips as he pressed them down upon his Ocarina, his fingers edging across the holes as if it were nothing. It truly was nothing to him, and when they'd watch this they would simply sit there for a few more hours. The boy never seemed to take a moment to rest, his melodies endless. One child of his people took an actual liking to him. She went by the name of Shila, and she would be his best-friend growing up.

Around the ripe-ages of one-hundred and seventy, Shila and Yalo would sit in the forests of his people alone. Yalo had grown to love watching her dance to his music, singing as well at times. Her voice was sweet as honey, vibrant when reaching high-notes, and always soft. The boy would watch his friend with a solid, everlasting smile, as their flames for this passion never stopped. Though whenever she had to leave, she would promise to be back often bringing meals for the two to eat together. Yalo by this time had been called 'Child of The Forest' by his peers, at first supposedly a joke it had grown into a now-known truth. At night, his Ocarina's mood would change into a more ambient tone. The only thing one could possibly see if they did not have the eyes of an elf, would be his bright glowing eyes. He hardly heard about his mother, growing unattached from her now and more-so attached to singing for the trees' ears.

A small hand-held harp lay beside him, Shila had left it. Yalo was now two-hundred and thirty, he hadn't grown much. Everyone could see he was only six-feet tall, laughed at by some younger or equivalent of age. It had grown into a short-fuse on him now. Yalo acted careless, always losing his Ocarina. For that, he was made a bracelet on which he held his Ocarina by Shila. It brought a smile to his face every time he looked at it. The boy could simply slide the bracelet off on which the Ocarina was attached to and start playing it. The bracelets beads in Darnassian characters made out the words, 'Child of The Forest.' Shila and Yalo would often play together, her harp being panned over gently by her graceful fingers as she sung beauty from her lungs. She had even taught him to dance, which he had done over the passing decades.

Shila was chosen to become a priestess, and had seemed to completely vanish from Yalo's life. He sat for day's on-end, staring at her harp silently beside him as he rested his back against a tree. After a few months, a constant swelling pain broke from inside him. His best-friend, which he had known for years, had abandoned him? Many found it strange for a Kal'dorei to sit out in the forest, playing music all day long. But had she thought that too? Many questions filled the head, none of them being able to be answered. Yalo didn't want to look for her, he would be picked on along the way, and he didn't feel a part of his people anymore. Occasionally, he would meet Druids who followed the echoes of the trees. They were quite tolerant of him as many could imagine though would be off quicker than they had taken to get to him.

So he was just lying to himself, he couldn't do this for his whole life. Yalo's light and agile structure had chosen his path as a Rogue. Though it was only for a few decades, he looked at the ways of a rogue similar to those of an instrument, this was his key trick. Yalo revealed to everyone his potential of being a prodigy, though he acted soft-spoken about it. He felt daggers and knives to be inartistic, he felt there was a more interesting approach. This is where he came up with his wires, but they were not even close to strong. Kaldorei lacked the materials in their culture to create strong wires which someone could use in combat. It would remain as a silent talent for Yalo.

This was it, after decades of training he was ready, now at the age of one-hundred and sixty-nine he set out. He wanted to explore the Eastern Kingdoms, he had heard so much about it from others who had gone in the past few years. Rounding up his gear, his skills, his trade, he set off leaving behind an instrument in the forest. This instrument was a harp, snapped in half, made out of the wood of the trees around it. If she were to ever come back in search of him, she'd know what it meant. Maybe Yalo could create music with someone else one day.

Now for the escape plan, he didn't have one. At first it was, swim over to the Kingdoms but sadly this wouldn't cut it. The boy only had; a canteen of water, a map of Kalimdor, his rogue tools, and his bag of personal supplies. Yalo soon knew what he'd have to do, crossing challenges is something he had now come to love. Climbing his ass up the Stonetalon Mountains was a onetime thing for him definitely. Avoiding bands of Troll Hunters as he entered into the Barrens was heart-pounding for him as well. Knowing that you could easily be spotted in that bush with no more than an ill-timed breath. Right outside the entry of Ratchet, he was almost pulverized by a group of brutes recognized to be Orcs on their mounts. Yalo wasn't the wealthiest of brats, so he did what any other poor sap would do. Cry, beg, plead, and give them anything, but the Ocarina of course. The goblins didn't take too kindly to this and found him as little more than an annoyance.

Yalo on his own ended up jumping into an empty-barrel near the docks of a loading boat. His short body was finally useful for something he took it. A few days passed, and he felt the rocking around him stop, his eyes opened after a long cramping journey. Forgetting where he was, he yawned stretching up out of the barrel. Goblins were encumbered around the bar; he had supposedly been their keg of beer. His ass was chased out of the tavern that day. Yalo with the help of a few friendly adventures had gotten a map of the Eastern Kingdoms regarding Stranglethorn Vale, up to Elwynn Forest. He found his trade useful to those who needed it around these lands, soon acquiring enough money for a place to sleep, new equipment, and a full-tummy. This was it; life on his own, it was worth it getting here. He took north for Ironforge seeking stronger steel as well. Here he acquired all his weaponry needs. Yalo had acquired metal wiring which were much more durable around these lands as well, their resources much more refined.