Kerae

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Kerae Moonwhisper
Poised and ready for action.
Guild	<Blood Saga>
Race	Night Elf
Class	Rogue
Faction	Alliance
Profession(s)	Leatherworking, and Skinning
Age	338
Player	http://ravenholdt.kaaosa.com/wiki/User:Soule2

1 Physical Description
2 History
3 Current Alliances
4 External Links

Physical Description

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 148

Eyes: Lunar white glow

Hair: Dark Blue

Physical Description: Skin is pale, almost moonstruck. Her hair in a short pony tail to keep out of the way, and her markings resembling scars, passed down from her family.

History

Past

Her past is fairly perplexed, closer to enigmatic. Her father was a local sentry in the town of Dolanaar and then was later sent out to Hyjal to protect the World Tree. Her mother was gone her whole life, as far as she could remember, all she had was a father, and this forced her to become a social outcast with the other children.

Without any parental control, she started her life as a thief, with her fingers groping for food on the merchants cart or taking other children's toys just to spite them. She quickly learned the uses of her ability to meld with the shadows and profited quickly. Then a fateful day came around, where she was approached by the local sentinels and the news of her father's death was stricken upon her.

With the death of her father, and the love of no mother, she quickly was placed in an orphanage. This is where her life had changed. A quiet Spring had passed, and she grew with no family, but she didn't know she had someone looking out for her. A distant relative, who only urged her to follow her passion. It was her Father's eldest brother, Teaniel Leafshadow. He was well known around Darnassus as a master thief and assassin, but she knew little about him.

While the adoption process was long and tiresome and the countless years of haunting nightmares and stories of Orcs impeding on their land, she had grown up to follow in her uncle's footsteps, as a novice she had learned the usefulness of a quick blade to the neck and the best way to pinch a tight pocket, while her training was no where near complete, her will to learn was immense. She quickly took on journey to help their new allies, the noble, yet unsophisticated Humans of Stormwind, giving her uncle one last glance and a nod. They both knew she was no longer a child or apprentice, she had her own journey.

The years went by as she murdered and stole from the Horde, until the fateful day the Dark Portal had opened. It was only a child's story, something to scare your friends with, but it had become a reality. Full out war against the demons was upon us, she saw little prospect with allying themselves with the Horde, but understood the moment she set foot into Outland.

Present

Now currently, she spends most of her days giving support the people of Arathor, Stormpike, and her home of the Ashenvale. She wakes with the same nightmares, of the screams of the past. Her motivation on the mastery of the art took five years. This was an amazing pace for her, she had seen things that only mother's would tell their children to behave, she had felt the breath of things that shouldn't even exist. She has lived when she should have been buried or eaten, but this is always the luck of a Rogue.