12-30-2016, 02:53 AM
Player Info
Player Name: StefExperience with Warcraft: I've played WoW before predominately for exploration's sake. For what Lore I am missing, I will shamelessly say that I am dating the DM who is a fountain of lore. That, and I've been doing a LOT of reading.
Experience with D&D 5e: I have experience in 5e, but math kicks my ass. Once I have a class down, though, things become easier. Combat is the hardest thing, but Fantasy Grounds helps to ease the number issue.
Physical Traits
Name: RemniiAlias(es): Rem, Rem #4, Nii-nii, Remii
Campaign Team: Horde
Gender: Female
Race: Unbroken Draenei (May the Naaru have mercy on her soul)
Alignment: Neutral Good, teetering on Lawful Good
Place of Birth: Shattrath City
Class: Priestess of the Aldor
Age: 25,342 (birth age) 342 (biological age)
Height: 6 ft 10 inches tall
Weight: 245 lbs, rather thin, given the circumstances.
Eyes: Completely white eyes. They glow, the Draenei standard.
Hair: White hair. Her hair is thick, and luxuriously curly. That being said, it is not well maintained. Her hair is often tied back in a braid or at least kept out of her face with a headband. She cannot bring herself to cut it, despite her better judgment.
Skin: Light blue, Draenei standard. While she has a white moles and birthmarks flecked around her body, she is all one color. She has a light smattering of scars, relatively recent additions, on her arms and legs from circumstantial injuries.
Other Notable Features: Nothing much, all limbs and appendages are accounted for.
Meta-Note: Regardless of how the first session ends, it has some to my (Stef's) attention that Remnii will be exhibiting extreme signs of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as soon as she is dislodged from her current situation.
Personality Traits
Virtues
Remnii, if nothing else in this world, is quite good at keeping her spirits up and keeping hope about her. Kindness, courage, and patience are key for her, as is resilience. She's got a stable head for medicine, despite herself. She knows that she must push through to a brighter day, and so she does.Under the required level head, Remnii is a rather passionate individual. If she's comfortable with someone, she will readily speak her mind for or against many a topic. She's always enjoyed laughing. Unfortunately, there has not been much time for such frivolities. Still, trying her best to be bright, Remnii will sometimes try to crack a joke. Even if the joke doesn't go off, it doesn't take much for her to at least smile. Smiling, in times like these, represents many virtues at once for her. The action can speak louder than words.
Her undying passion and connection to the Light is her lifeline. She relies on it and thrives in the Light of the Naaru. Letting the Light guide her path is what she would consider her greatest virtue.
Flaws
Balance is key, but Remnii's balance can be hit or miss. On one hand, her selective passions can make her too hard-headed and stubborn . She is prone to pouting as well. On the other hand, Remnii has allowed herself to be coddled and nearly doted upon by Yrel. She doesn't fight because Yrel doesn't say it's needed. She allows herself to be a crutch and does not speak up when she clearly should.Remnii is rather emotional. She's sensitive to the feelings of others and she's prone to crying. Overjoyed? Crying. Happy? Crying. Sad? Crying. Frustrated? Crying. This crying can be a hindrance to her communication and her emotive state.
In trying to help others, Remnii has undermined herself and her voice. While she still has strong opinions on things, she's never let herself use it. More likely, though, she doesn't know how to say what needs said.
Hopes
Remnii hopes for a lot of things, both topical and deep. She sometimes dreams about eating an uncorrupted piece of meat. Other times it's something like reuniting with her father, Velen. Remnii hopes for things to get better, for Samara and Yrel to see some place beautiful again. She hopes they'll forgive her, too. Of course, there's the widespread hope for those that left on the Exodar. There's also hope for those who survive on Draenor. She hopes for those who disagree with the Burning Legion to find their voice, too. There is always something to hope for. There has to be something, anything. There always is.
Fears
Hunting. Being hunted. Orcs. The Dark. Corruption. Demons. The death of another Naaru. Not being able to cry any more. Losing faith and heart, even the mere idea of that is crippling. Watching more lives slip between her fingers. Not being able to save the few that are left, then confronting that near-inevitability because the odds are more than stacked against her. "You know, a funny thing, I used to think spiders were the scariest thing."Open or Closed-Minded?
At one point, Remnii was certainly completely open-minded. Given the last four decades, she's done her best to become more scrutinizing. That being said, she's not very good at telling people with a good heart "no." Let's go with open minded for that fact alone.Conscientious or Spontaneous?
Most definitely conscientious, Remnii prefers to have a plan. She's been conditioned by Samaara to try and anticipate the next move of all parties involved. Spontaneity is how you get killed. There's no time for stupid moves.That being said, Remnii is not the strongest tactician. Her skills have been honed in medicine and medicine alone. She will display an amount of distress if anyone in any party is of the "just wing it" kind of mentality.
Extroverted or Introverted?
While Remnii does need some time to recharge, she is generally an extravert. She uses her outgoing demeanor to tend to the wounded and make passing on easier for those who are unsaveable. Agreeable or Disagreeable?
Remnii is the most agreeable sort, probably too much so. Her circumstance, and those of her companions, has molded her into the picture of compliance. She is ready to move at a moment's notice and will often await the judgment of her peers. While her stubborn streak has the potential to get in the way, she is more often than not able to quash her own feelings on things. She learned her lesson.
Confident or Neurotic?
In walking with the Light, Remnii is rather confident in her abilities. She will be the first to remind anyone who asks that her gifts are not her own, though. In her faith, she is confident.Social Traits
Backstory: On Argus, thousands of years ago, as the Burning Legion descended upon the shining city of Mac'Aree, a little Eredar was born. Her given name; Remnii. She was the second child, yet only remaining child, of the great mage Velen and his life-mate Arlaana. Sadly, moments after Remnii's first breath, childbirth took its toll. Arlaana's life slipped from her almost as soon as she has uttered the child's name. The infant was retrieved from her limp arms and was spirited away to her father, Velen.Within hours of Remnii's birth, the Eredar loyal to Velen were no more. They were now the Draenei, the Exiled Ones. The newly christened Draenei family escaped their burning world with a mother and son left behind.
Aboard the ship Oshu'gun, guided by the Light and the Naaru, the Draenei searched for safe harbor. During their sojourn, many civilians and children were put into a deep stasis. Newborn Remnii was among these individuals. She slept for millennia, unburdened by age or the threat of the Burning Legion hot on their heels.
Many, many years later, young Remnii came into consciousness once more. Her first visions? A beautiful, rolling green field (what would someday be Nagrand) and the contrasting purple of her father's face. It had been deemed safe enough to awaken the civilians. They had landed on Draenor-- their safe haven. Finally, they'd found a new home.
(For a moment, I would like all of you to imagine the ancient prophet Velen attempting to change diapers and interact with a tiny, blue, baby-bean. It is then when he realizes that Prestidigitation is useful for changing diapers. Next, imagine him with a baby strapped to his chest during diplomatic meetings with the Orcs. Remnii sneezes, or snores, and he just pats her head. He lived like that for over a year.)
Her early years were nothing but joyous. In those years, she was introduced to a year-older Yrel. The two became inseparable immediately, to Velen's pleasure. She'd found a much-needed babysitter, and later sister-figure, in Samaara. She was with the sisters near constantly once she was a toddler and into the golden years of her childhood.
Despite a busy schedule and leading an entire people, Velen took time to see his daughter. He instilled in her, early on, the principles and values of the Naaru and of her people. He explained what he did, and who he was to their people. He made it clear that she had expectations, too, as his daughter. Luckily for him, she drank in his words and relished in even the shortest time she was able to spend with her dear Papa. She always tried to follow in his footsteps, even if she stumbled often.
When she was ready, he also spoke to her of the fall of the Eredar, the rise of the Burning Legion, and their escape to Draenor. (In typical Remnii fashion, she cried upon hearing the struggles of her father and her people). He tasked her with becoming vigilant, and to stand as a beacon of hope, against the potential threat. Little Remnii, sitting upon his lap, still teary, agreed without question.
Even greater news came in those early years. As to be expected of Velen's child, Remnii displayed extreme magical aptitude and an inherently deep connection to the Light. (While her connections with the Light were strong, she never received the gift of Prophecy like her father). With her Light in mind, Remnii was raised in and around the Aldor enclave. As early as she can remember, she had been running errands for the Priests. Velen had her groomed to begin her life as a Priestess from the get-go. Thus, she was often left in Ishanah's capable hands.
As she grew, Remnii's errands gradually faded into lessons and teachings in the ways of the Aldor. In these lessons, Yrel was alongside her. As they learned the healing arts and the principles of the Naaru, Remnii excelled in her studies. She was able-magicked, diligent, and naturally adept at anything involving the Light. Yrel, on the other hand, found her sense of self, but found herself struggling to maintain the genteel nature expected of her. Nonetheless, she stuck it out by Remnii's side. (NOTE: Though Yrel was never great at being a Priestess, she found a passion for helping others and still makes use of many of the healing spells she learned).
Late with the first century of life of her life, Velen's importance to the Draenei finally hit her. She began to insist that he spend time with their people-- not to waste time on her. Being the sole ruler of a displaced people is hard, and she had only begun to understand just how difficult it was. Within a month of her avoiding him, though, Velen sought his daughter out. He corrected her that day, and his words hung with her. He told her that was here for her, too, as much as he was their people. He told her that many things will be expected of her in her long lifetime, and sometimes sacrifices needed to be made, but that family (what little they had left) was not something so easily tossed aside. What followed was the usual amount of Remnii-Waterworks and the biggest hug she could muster for him.
That conversation was a turning point for Remnii. From that day forth, she made the conscious choice to truly attempt to emulate her father. She watched her Velen, how he treated their people and worked even harder to embody what he did. Making Papa proud was paramount, for the expectations of their people may someday-- even in part-- fall to her.
Entering her second century of life, Remnii's responsibilities grew substantially. Concluding her schooling, she entered the order of Aldor, proper. She oversaw her duties at Aldor Rise in Shattrath City. She would sometimes shadow her father on less sensitive missions and meetings. Sometimes she would help oversee short diplomatic , and trade, missions to nearby Orc settlements (while she was taught to respect their space and different customs their Shamanic lifestyles intrigued her. She never stayed long enough to fully grasp the concept of their lifestyle).
As Velen's daughter, Remnii enjoyed the rapport and the kindness that came with such an esteemed familial position. She continued to rise to meet the expectations of her peers, and most importantly, her father's. She worked hard to maintain an image that would fit the esteem of Velen's legacy. In the eyes of the Draenei, or so she has been told, she had done a rather good job.
Three-hundred and ten years went by without a hitch. Right up until the dreaded Burning Legion, the very stuff of her Nightmares found Draenor. With Orcs corrupted, her idyllic life was stripped from her in one day as Draenor was plunged into a bloody, eight year war.
Friends, family, and allies were twisted before her eyes in those years. Fellow members of her order fell to the demonic corruption that swallowed the land. First there were the Broken, then came the Lost Ones. Many of them she had known by name, they are not who they once were. Their minds and spirits were broken, exactly as the Burning Legion wished.
In those either years all but a few thousand Draenei were left on Draenor. Some had been swallowed by darkness, but most had been brutally slaughtered before the eyes of their own people. Friends became bodies, and bodies became bone.
Yet, even when times were darkest, hope was not lost to all. Velen led the remaining Draenei-- Samaara, Yrel, and Remnii included, to the safest grounds he could. They were joined by Farseer Nobundo and a band of Broken, and their numbers grew still as the Draenei once again sought refuge. As they ran, though, their cities fell.
Karabor. Eliminated.
Shattrath. Gone.
Farahlon. Obliterated.
Velen led the Draenei into Zangarmarsh, there they lived in hiding. After eight years, a sign of hope came as a sudden, new, star in the sky. It came in M'uru, O'ros, and A'dal, the Naaru. Velen was able to decipher the star's significance. Help was on the way, but they had to be at the right place for pick-up.
With a destination in sight, the remaining Draenei made their way to the city of Farahlon. When they arrived, they found themselves thrown into an immediate battle. In the distance, landed near the smouldering Draenei city was the fabled Tempest Keep.
The Dimensional Ship was open. Sha'tar were pouring out, their steel and magic clashing against Orcish opposition. Shining among their allies were three massive beings-- the Naaru. Whispers among the surviving Draenei turned to shouts of joy. With weapons at the ready, the refugees joined the fray.
Each individual fought valiantly, cutting their way through demons and Orcs alike to meet up with their kin. Unfortunately, in this timeline, the Horde never left Draenor. The Sha'tar, the Naaru and the refugees alike were not quite prepared to take on the full might of the Horde. Despite their progress, enemy forces continued to pour out and over the attempted rescue party.
By the time both groups were able to rendezvous, things were not looking good. The Sha'tar were dropping, and even the Naaru were becoming overwhelmed with the sheer number of troops the Horde had. They knew the lines could not hold. With the refugees finally among them, a swift retreat was called. O'ros led the frontal charge back to Tempest Keep and the Exodar. M'uru and A'dal stayed to fend off the Horde.
Remnii, during this offensive, stayed near the back. She helped the infirm, the injured and the weary to hopefully move a little faster. She could have sworn that her healing magics had touched at least half of the army that day. Adrenaline and desperation kept her moving forward and the sight of the Naaru fighting alongside her kin made her faith burn even brighter. (In all reality, she'd lost contact with Samaara, Yrel, and any guardsman she may have had. She was truly bringing up the rear with some stray warriors.)
Near the helm, she could see the silhouette of her father, bathed in the (literal) light of both O'ros and Tempest Keep. He was surrounded by Sha'tar and Vindicators, he was being lead to safety. Just as she felt her heart lighten there was a flicker and a flash. Everything stopped.
Her very heartbeat was taken by the reverberation, it suddenly matched the tone of magics that she was hardly privy to. A message flashed across her very soul, or it certainly felt like it. They would not escape if they fell here-- if he fell here. He needed strength. He put out the call, and Remnii knew she could, and would, answer.
"I will give you all I can, please, protect them. I beg of you." Remnii spoke with no hesitation in her voice.
With her declaration, she was wrapped in Light. She became one and connected with an incomprehensible brilliance for one moment as she gave every ounce of strength she had away. In her shining cradle, Remnii felt no time pass. She only felt giving. She was only Light.
Then, darkness. She was empty.
Remnii fell to the ground, weary and exhausted, her mana all but depleted. It was too hard to move, nonetheless run to safety. Still, she smiled. Even if she did not survive this ordeal, Papa would. Yrel would, Samaara too. Her people would live to fight another day.
As her body slumped to the ground, she heard a familiar voice cut through her own fading thoughts and sounds of still-ringing steal.
"Nii-nii!"
There had been two.
"Remnii!"
Strong, familiar, arms caught and cradled Remnii's body as she faded out of consciousness.
As they held her, the ground and air rumbled. Remnii's saviors, Broken, and Orcs alike watched as The Exodar hummed to life. It removed itself from Tempest Keep and within a moment, the Exodar was gone from Draenor.
Remnii later learned, from Samaara and Yrel, that the Exodar had plainshifted somewhere new, somewhere safe. The sisters had returned to find her, reportedly fighting their way back from the doors of the Exodar. (Remnii, to this day, lives with the guilt that Samaara and Yrel had to come back for her. Despite everything, despite being grateful for their company, she knows it's her fault that they're stuck on Draenor. In her mind it was not supposed to be like this.)
M'uru, they told her, kept their enemies at bay even after the great ship took off. He lead them (and what living were left) out of harm's way. Reportedly, at one point, the Naaru had stopped and not-so-subtly whispered "You did well, child" to Remnii as she hovered on the brink of consciousness. While she claims not to remember his words, she remembers his warmth.
That day became a major victory for the Horde. While M'uru had escaped with a collection of Draenei and Broken, A'dal had not fared so well. Overwhelmed by enemies, the elder Naaru could not escape. He fell during the retreat, his light had been snuffed out by collective might of the Burning Legion and Horde. As a trophy, Tempest Keep remains in the ruined field of Farahlon, derelict and faded.
Post-battte, after that day, the Draenei left behind scrambled to find shelter and safety. All hope of rescue was gone, as the salvation had came and went. It did not take long for clans for form and splinter from one another. It was everyone for themselves.
It, also, did not take long for the three sisters to fall in line with a group of Broken rallied by a formidable Broken by the name of Ahonan. "Our tribe is not here to fight. We are here to survive. Go seek Akama if you wish to kill yourselves." Needless to say, they stayed with Ahonan and his Broken. (Yrel had once argued that they could do greater things in the field of battle. Her want to fight was vetoed by Remnii and completely shut down by Samaara.)
The band, eventually known as the Ati-Kaso, stayed on the outskirts. While they were perceived as cowards by many, the Ati-Kaso still strived to survive.
To Remnii, it was an odd mix of individuals. Three draenei and over a hundred Broken that chose to live a nomadic life traveled through the wreckage of their shattered world as one family. Subspecies was not an issue, survival was key. Their connection to the Light no longer mattered.
Over the years, while the Ati-Kaso gained members, many more were lost. Most fell in combat, some left to join the Sha'tar, others transformed beyond recognition into Lost Ones. It was in those losing moments that Remnii was reminded, and is still being reminded, of how far her people-- her father's people, have fallen because of the Burning Legion.
It is palpable in the moments when she must muffle her breathing to nearly nothing. It is when she can feel her heartbeat in her ears and heavy sounds of Orcish footfalls, that her grief is greatest. It's in the barriers she's made to hide behind. It's touching them, only to find out that the mound she's sequestered herself behind is a towering pile of bones. It's knowing that these bones once belonged to friends and allies. It's in the thick, hot tears that follow. It's finding those pits and piles everywhere.
When frequent sobs wrack her body and Yrel comes to hug her as always, Remnii is reminded that the Draenei, Broken or not, are a shattered people.
And yet... they are alive.
After her tears are dry, Remnii is always met with the faces of the people she has come to know and love over the last forty years. She's met with the faces of survivors. While they're beaten and battered and literally Broken, the reality of their situation has not taken their hearts from them.
Though the Ati-Kaso stood over one-hundred strong, though their numbers are waning. The Ati-Kaso remain. Yrel remains. Samaara fights on. Remnii knows that she, too, is alive. She knows, then, that it's still worth fighting.
So, she survives and she prays. Remnii prays a lot. Papa, the Draenei that escaped, M'uru, Yrel, Samaara, her lost mother and brother, Akama, the Ati-Kaso, even Akama and the Sha'tar are constantly in her prayers.
She believes in the Light. She believes in her shattered people. She's put her faith in the Light.
Social Trait Misc:
Besides her obvious gift of healing, which is her most utilized skill, Remnii carries on a few other notable traditions.· Rock Collection: Remnii collects small crystals and pretty rocks as they travel from safe point to safe point. She often gifts these very same rocks to the Ati-Kaso for Namedays and achievements. These rocks, more than once, have been made into improvised weapons. This is now, formally, known among the community as "Regifting." (Remnii is aware of the Regifting idea, she's taken it in stride, and now she tries to find sturdy rocks that are good for making weapons out of-- such as Obsidian and Flint)
· Prayer: Remnii takes time everyday to remove herself from the group to both pray and meditate. Sometimes Samaara and Yrel join her, but often times, she takes time to reflect upon the Light and be thankful for the few joys they can have alone. She also ruminates on the importance of the Naaru's teachings.
· Crying: It's well known around the camp that Remnii is very, very easy to provoke into crying. This open empathy has made Remnii a simultaneous easy shoulder to cry on and an easy object to vent frustrations to. She'll cry with you, she'll laugh (and cry) with you. Somehow, it's seemed to provide an amount of catharsis to the Ati-Kaso.
Secrets
Oh, nothing important. Remnii just knows the location of a friend.