Aerandul

Aerandul "Air" Nightwarden
| Name | Aerandul |
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| Occupation | Druidess |
| Age | Ancient |
| Race | Night elf |
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| Residence | In whatever place she lays her head. |
| Guild | none |
| Outward Appearance | 7'7", waist length midnight blue hair and purple skin. Her eyes glow with a fierce intensity, appearing to be looking somewhere three inches behind your eyes, yet her face is otherwise pleasant and welcoming. A cheeky smile crosses her face, keen fangs betraying the elf's wilder nature. A single scar runs the length of her left ear, grim and jagged. Those with the ability to will see beyond the calm and giddy facade she maintains into the almost overpowering strength she hides away, though just how far depends on their own powers. Perhaps oddly, it would be noticed she never uses it. Her garments are sometimes druidic, often in earthy colours. Across her shoulders and belt hang a variety of seed pouches and medals, including a Skyguard Silver Cross, Signet of Nozdormu and an odd Emerald eye. |
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Background
Aerandul has lived a very long life, closing on sixteen millenia. During this time she has gone from Guard to Druid, and from strength to strength. She prides herself on her almost carefree attitude and the things she has learned in her time, especially the almost unmatched knowledge of Demonkind she owns. An explorer at heart, she has travelled most the length and breadth of the world of Azeroth, collecting knowledge and items from the places visited. The most noteable of these is her stave, an item crafted long ago by persons unknown from Enchanted Azsharite and wood enchanted by a Forest Lord, which throbs with a raw natural power. About its head are strands of leather to which fangs of odd sizes are attached, and strange but somehow comforting runes are etched all the way along the hilt.
Some time ago, she became involved in the Nath trial, as well as the man himself, who she openly admits, "intrigues the hell out of me". Having exiled herself from the Silvereye, she found herself in some trouble, ending up in The Expendables penal regiment as their Lieutenant, though was eventually proven innocent and once more allowed to roam free. It was during her recuperation from serious injuries sustained whilst her powers had abandoned her that Tahlabrar U'phol'belore appeared and aided her in her recovery, passing Shamanic knowledge to her, awakening her powers stronger than before and allowing her to begin teaching students of the order.
Aerandul had recently taken up the mantle of War hero Arthurion Greymantle as Captain of The Stormguard, hoping to end the constant conflicts raging across Azeroth and Outland, as well as closer to home. Though her past as a Field Commander had prepared her for something similar, she still felt inadequate, Arthurion never really much liking elves anyway.
Having vanished from the city scene, noone was quite sure what had happened until her charred remains were discovered recently in Felwood. It was gathered that she had spent herself attempting to cleanse a large portion of the land, only to attract the ire of several powerful local demons. She was buried in a quiet ceremony in Moonglade, with little to no knowledge passed to the public.
This death was soon found to be falsified after Aerandul appeared around Azeroth, creeping into the operations of various groups. She was believed to be a part of the recapture and incarceration of Nath Shadoweyes, and is now thought to be keeping a constant watch over Toshley's Station in Outland, perhaps only to see if the man can live up to her expectations of ingenuity.
| Friends | Eikahe , Ilnae , Dorgul, Shatrah , Ytania |
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| Relatives | Sister: Crithiel |
| Rivals/ Enemies | None |
| Opposite faction attitude | Neutral |
| Loves | Books, Nature, Laughter. |
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| Hates | Demons |
| Motivation | Enlightening the Mortal Races |
| Quotes | "United we stand." |
Aerandul's Adventures
| Tinker, Part 2. | 8 weeks 3 days ago |
| Tinker, Part 1 | 8 weeks 3 days ago |
| Cenarion Report: Nightwarden, A. - Death | 29 weeks 4 days ago |
| The more Recent History of Quel Zaram | 37 weeks 14 hours ago |
| The Legend of Hamtiles Pork - Chapter 3.141 - Freeing Vimto | 41 weeks 5 days ago |



