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Character Name: Kashangani Jexx - Age 24 - Half Dragonmaw Orc / Half Darkspear Troll.
Backstory
The Orphanage. That's where I was raised. Brought up by the matron mother herself among the other children here in the Drag of the great Horde city of Orgrimmar. I was seen as a nuisance by the other orcish children. Some of the time they would never play with me. Other times, they would throw rocks at me or just avoid me when it was playtime. I spent most of my time at Matron Mother Khalye's feet, helping hold her thread as she wove it into various articles of clothing for the children. Even as the years continued and her eyesight began to weaken, her love for me never wavered even when I would fail to put the correct thread through the eye of the needle. No one ever understood why she favored me and I needed to know something. Something that would change my whole aspect on life forever.
Upon returning to the orphanage one day from my magic lesson, I was about 17, just shy of 18 - I knelt before the Matron Mother like I had always done over the years. I felt a yearning deep within me to question her. So I did.
"Matron Mother?" I hesitated, pausing for a bit even after she acknowledged me, "who were my parents and where did they go? Why did they leave me here?"
The gentle rocking of her chair stopped as she looked up from her mending to focus on my eyes. "Oh my dear sweet Kashi, what brought this up?"
I looked away shyly, my dark red locks falling about my turquoise features as I answered. "It was Professor Rundok. He was speaking to us in class about our name day and asked each of us to give our surnames. Everyone burst out laughing and one young orc pointed at me. 'She doesn't have one! She's probably going to need to be excused!' But the professor just glanced at me and shook his head, 'Even the abandoned gain a name on their coming of age day.'" I paused for a moment. "So answer me, please, Matron Mother.. I believe I am ready!"
The older orcish woman, with hair as white as glacier snowcaps, looked to me as she sat what she had been working on to the side. "Very well, Kashangani. It was a dark night, most of the shops around had been closed and a lot of the night torches had been lit, when they walked in. Your mother was so beautiful, Kashi, just like you are - except she was a Troll - dark red hair pulled back into a braid atop her head and tusks a lot longer than yours. Your father, on the other hand, he had some very rugged features for an orc - definitely some signs that he had been to battle more than once. I remember...tears in her eyes and sadness on his face. I remember her thrusting this little bundle into my arms and I pulled back the cover to see a beautiful turquoise-skinned infant, eyes as blue as cobalt ore and a red tuft on her head. 'A name for the child?' I asked, to which your mother buried her face into your father's arms, sobbing quietly. He inhaled deeply, I still remember his voice being very deep. 'Kashangani' he had spoken. I paused and wrote some more." Matron Mother Khalye paused for a moment to take a drink from the small flagon nearby before continuing. "And I asked a reason for abandonment. Your mother had to leave the hut, but I could still hear her cries outside. Your father clenched his fist. 'We're not supposed to be together, is that not enough? I fight for our Warchief and he does not believe her kind to be of the Horde. I am of the Dragonmaw Orcs, a strong clan, but she is of the Darkspear, the Trolls. Do whatever you wish but if a word breaks through to our Warchief, I will not hesitate to come back and skin you alive.'" Khalye shivered for a moment as if remembering that night brought back a fear she didn't have before. She finished with, "Your parents loved you, Kashi. But this world did not approve of their love and they died trying to protect one another on the battlefield. When your name day comes on your 18th birthday, I will be there and will help give you your name, based on the Troll tradition, to honor your sweet mother."
It has been six years since my name day and my graduation from the Magic Academy that Professor Rundok and many others ran. I am a very skilled mage and now I too have seen war, just as my father had. The Warchief that Matron Mother spoke of is long dead and the Burning Legion that everyone has been so afraid of has returned to Azeroth. But this is where we come in, enough backstory for now. There will be more time for that later..
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"Kashi! Kashi!" cried the little nightborne orphan running up to me in the atrium of Shal'aran.
"Yes?" I asked, kneeling before her. She placed a single starlight rose in my hair, a smile on the little one's lips before she turned around to run off to her caretaker. I pulled the rose out of my dark hair before looking it over. I smiled and waved in her direction. I had helped save these people, well - me and most everyone here. They were withering away and yet, they were saved from certain death. I turned to walk out of the sanctuary. Opening my satchel, I placed the rose inside a safe pouch and pulled out my map. Just as I was looking it over, I heard someone screaming off in the distance before four withered were thrust past me.
A burst of air blew my hair out of place and the map out of my hands into the water, I looked to where it came from and saw a Night Elf male in full demon form running at me. "Freeze!" I waved my hand in the air and a frost nova surrounded the demon hunter, freezing him in place. "You owe me a map!" I said, pushing my hair out of my face and pointing to the ruined one in the cool water of Suramar.
Backstory
The Orphanage. That's where I was raised. Brought up by the matron mother herself among the other children here in the Drag of the great Horde city of Orgrimmar. I was seen as a nuisance by the other orcish children. Some of the time they would never play with me. Other times, they would throw rocks at me or just avoid me when it was playtime. I spent most of my time at Matron Mother Khalye's feet, helping hold her thread as she wove it into various articles of clothing for the children. Even as the years continued and her eyesight began to weaken, her love for me never wavered even when I would fail to put the correct thread through the eye of the needle. No one ever understood why she favored me and I needed to know something. Something that would change my whole aspect on life forever.
Upon returning to the orphanage one day from my magic lesson, I was about 17, just shy of 18 - I knelt before the Matron Mother like I had always done over the years. I felt a yearning deep within me to question her. So I did.
"Matron Mother?" I hesitated, pausing for a bit even after she acknowledged me, "who were my parents and where did they go? Why did they leave me here?"
The gentle rocking of her chair stopped as she looked up from her mending to focus on my eyes. "Oh my dear sweet Kashi, what brought this up?"
I looked away shyly, my dark red locks falling about my turquoise features as I answered. "It was Professor Rundok. He was speaking to us in class about our name day and asked each of us to give our surnames. Everyone burst out laughing and one young orc pointed at me. 'She doesn't have one! She's probably going to need to be excused!' But the professor just glanced at me and shook his head, 'Even the abandoned gain a name on their coming of age day.'" I paused for a moment. "So answer me, please, Matron Mother.. I believe I am ready!"
The older orcish woman, with hair as white as glacier snowcaps, looked to me as she sat what she had been working on to the side. "Very well, Kashangani. It was a dark night, most of the shops around had been closed and a lot of the night torches had been lit, when they walked in. Your mother was so beautiful, Kashi, just like you are - except she was a Troll - dark red hair pulled back into a braid atop her head and tusks a lot longer than yours. Your father, on the other hand, he had some very rugged features for an orc - definitely some signs that he had been to battle more than once. I remember...tears in her eyes and sadness on his face. I remember her thrusting this little bundle into my arms and I pulled back the cover to see a beautiful turquoise-skinned infant, eyes as blue as cobalt ore and a red tuft on her head. 'A name for the child?' I asked, to which your mother buried her face into your father's arms, sobbing quietly. He inhaled deeply, I still remember his voice being very deep. 'Kashangani' he had spoken. I paused and wrote some more." Matron Mother Khalye paused for a moment to take a drink from the small flagon nearby before continuing. "And I asked a reason for abandonment. Your mother had to leave the hut, but I could still hear her cries outside. Your father clenched his fist. 'We're not supposed to be together, is that not enough? I fight for our Warchief and he does not believe her kind to be of the Horde. I am of the Dragonmaw Orcs, a strong clan, but she is of the Darkspear, the Trolls. Do whatever you wish but if a word breaks through to our Warchief, I will not hesitate to come back and skin you alive.'" Khalye shivered for a moment as if remembering that night brought back a fear she didn't have before. She finished with, "Your parents loved you, Kashi. But this world did not approve of their love and they died trying to protect one another on the battlefield. When your name day comes on your 18th birthday, I will be there and will help give you your name, based on the Troll tradition, to honor your sweet mother."
It has been six years since my name day and my graduation from the Magic Academy that Professor Rundok and many others ran. I am a very skilled mage and now I too have seen war, just as my father had. The Warchief that Matron Mother spoke of is long dead and the Burning Legion that everyone has been so afraid of has returned to Azeroth. But this is where we come in, enough backstory for now. There will be more time for that later..
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"Kashi! Kashi!" cried the little nightborne orphan running up to me in the atrium of Shal'aran.
"Yes?" I asked, kneeling before her. She placed a single starlight rose in my hair, a smile on the little one's lips before she turned around to run off to her caretaker. I pulled the rose out of my dark hair before looking it over. I smiled and waved in her direction. I had helped save these people, well - me and most everyone here. They were withering away and yet, they were saved from certain death. I turned to walk out of the sanctuary. Opening my satchel, I placed the rose inside a safe pouch and pulled out my map. Just as I was looking it over, I heard someone screaming off in the distance before four withered were thrust past me.
A burst of air blew my hair out of place and the map out of my hands into the water, I looked to where it came from and saw a Night Elf male in full demon form running at me. "Freeze!" I waved my hand in the air and a frost nova surrounded the demon hunter, freezing him in place. "You owe me a map!" I said, pushing my hair out of my face and pointing to the ruined one in the cool water of Suramar.
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