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  1. Phase one The war of the Shifting sands: Nocthelerus was born to Moonjade Riverdawn a huntress from before the sundering who lost her husband and first son in the war. Nocthelerus Riverdawn was actually an accident. She was having fun with other night elves and got pregant with him.It was during the war of the shifting sands. Moonjade being an experienced huntress was called to war. Her Son was young and bright and though she was going through the motions with him he was very attached to her to begin with. She set him with a cousin of hers so she could go to war. He didn't understand death yet at that point but didn't want to be away from mother. So under the cover of night he snuck on the ship. It wasn't until three days out that the nightelves caught the stow away they couldn't turn the ship around at that point and Moonjade gave him a good scolding for his efforts. She seemed rather aloof. Stating she wanted him to go back as soon as possible. They nightelves could not turn back the Captian promised he would go back with the first wounded. The first battle was on the shore it was brutal against the insects. The little boy was told to hide on the ship. That he did. But instead of just hiding he started doing what he could to roll amunition to the Cannons so they were ready. He did what he could to bring wounded back in the ship and got them water and supplies. He was a brave young boy but already he was learning medicine even though the night elves didn't approve of him helping they didn't turn the hand away. Nocthelerus worked through the night and in the morning the first ship of wounded soldiers were ready to go. He was set on that ship. He was crying though Moonjade looked at him with aloof measure looking back to the shore to cover their escape. The cover wasn't 100 percent a day out the insects attacked the ship. He was told to hide again. He hid within the ship as he heard the screams of the nightelves who were cut down my the scythes. The insects looked for warmth but his little hidey hole was shielded. He cowered in there for days not having food or more than a skin of water with him. On the fith day the ship hit the shore. He still didn't come out. Phase Two Shore of the Great Turtles's First days: Pandarens explored the ship taking the bodies of the insects and the nightelves and burning them giving them a proper ulogy. Finally Nocthelerus smelled food and he snuck out to take some. The crafty little child was eventually found by the Pandaren.They thought he might be a monster like the mantid and he hid. A young Pandaren inkeeper stopped them and told them he was just a kid. And she would take him in and raise him. Mao Snowpaw was her name and she raised him until he was 20. By that time he grew to full hieght. He kept helping her as she grew with the cooking and making of beds watching monks and warriors that came by he practiced in the night. Though the young child blocked out the trauma from the Sythid. He seemed intent on not letting anything like that happen to him again.He seemed to grow along with the Pandaren however he seemed to take longer to grow fully. He was a bright child and by the time he was 20 years old he was performing mimics of monk maneuvers. His dexterity was evident. To their surprise he started to use mists to heal. Phase three Reaching Pandaria: The Great turtle made harbor at Pandaria around that time. Since he was fully grown he wanted to explore more do more for pandaria. So with his buddies he got off the ship and headed inland to try and see what they could learn at monestaries. At first they trained at the Golden dawn.The way Noc Han dissappeared and reappeared he seemed like a rogue. The Shado pan watched him for a good 20 years at the monestary as he perfected every technique there. Brewmastery, windwalking and Mistweaving. A shado pan finally approached him giving him an invite into a specialized monestary. It was rather secret and he found great honor in it accepting the invitation. Soon he would travel to Kun Lai Summit.He took a good six months to get up that mountain being patient meeting the people around there with patience and respecting territory of Youngol.Eventually he made it up to the mountain where Xuen judged him worthy to be in the monestary. The head of the monestary seemed curious. Xuen saw through the young child and saw his great strengths. He went through years of training to become a Shado Pan. Working hard on minmal food in colder climates he learned well and adapted. Rarely getting sick. Using his cooking skills to the best he could manage to keep others going. He would tell stories and song he heard from the Great turtle during downtime. (because I am open to background ties I tend not to name buddies or others he had ties with) They soon had the last test to become Shado Pan. It was a gaunlet with carrying a torch up a hill with Windy Tornados trying to blow it out. In order to succeed you had to keep the torch lit until you reach the top defeating every foe or knocking them off the bridge. Noc Han had trained for this his entire life and it showed his athletic form kept the fire away from the wind and foes. And he managed to defeat most foes only taking a slash here and there He had a long slash from his chest down to his opposite hip from one of the assailants. Lighting the top of the Mountain ablaze he emerged victorious. Impressed the Shado pan started training him in the finer arts. Then a call came, the swarm was hitting the wall and they needed reinforcements. Noc Han volunteered for one of the more secluded ones. For years he was on the wall defeating the mantid. Rarely did a pandaran releive him. It came to be that the Shado Pan started to assume that Noc Han was a pandaren. Most were highly surprised the blue skinned devil with white hair was in fact not pandaren. Near the end of his time in Pandaria he met Mia Snowpaw, Apparently distantly related to Mao Snowpaw. She was beautiful smart and she knew how to fight. This was one of the first times Noc Han fell in love so deeply. Sure he courted some Panda's before but he was told strictly Pandaren weren't his kind.They had long nights on the wall when the swarm was small he would share many poems with her It wasn't too long that she reciprocated his love. One bad Mantid swarm came during the the summer months and they barely held the line. Not able to call out because they were surounded it took all his and Mia's prowess to hold it back. Once the dust had cleared from the battle he discovered his lover was fatally wounded by the mantid. Though he tried his best to mend her eventually her paw grabbed his hand. She told him "Walk in peace". As much as he tried He figured there would never be an end to the mantid never be an end to the war. He had to stop it once and for all so those like Mia wouldn't perish. Little did he know that from the fight in the Mantid he was possessed by a small sha of hatred. Indeed that fire in his breast drove him it wasn't the first time he lost close family to insects. He took The vengance path stating his post was unguarded and he was trying to save a pandaren he went down the road destroying every mantid he could luckily the Pandaren weren't far behind in covering his post. He went on a warpath down towards the Empress herself. Reaching the gate he killed as many insects as he could. Before he could enter her chambers he was found by a flier.. It stabbed him from behind he bled out and went unconcious. Phase Four The Journey outside Pandaria: Noc Han was thrown out to sea in a bloody mess with other bodies. Through the storm should have killed him he ended up on shore. Waking up a small mammal looking at him like he was food. Using some of the mists to rejuvinate himself enough to get up. Then he started to look around. Finding dinosaurs trying to kill him he started hiding out surviving on the island only long enough to make a Boat of Bamboo then he headed off to try and get to Pandaria again. The mists hid his way. And he went wild off course. He started having to boil water and fish to eat. It took a good month before he reached Kalimdor. He landed on shore in Kalimdor, The only thing there was a band of trolls who wanted to use him as a sacrifice to the gods. He fought them off and started living off the lands heading to Ungoro crater. It was a rough land but there was a high mountain he could sit and meditate. Withdrawing from the world. The Sha had left him since he left that island and he wanted to take some time to earn his inner peace again. He lived some 80 years on his own. Only talking to the occassional Night elf to barter for goods.He dissappeared soon after not wanting any ties to the people. Eventually his long meditation was interrupted by a stray Qiraji Coming into Ungoro crater. He slew it and knew this would just be one of many. He picked up his items the few he had and headed towards where the insect came from. From there he reunited with the nightelves. Fighting against the Qiraji he seemed to have a surprising amount of experience for being an uknown person to the nightelves. He lead a couple of groups to get succinct victories in the conflict. The Clash of the world came together. The Alliance was made and Noc Hand came to know other denizens, Humans Gnomes and Dwarves. Phase Five the introduction to the Illidari He ended up in the eastern kingdoms when the dark portal opened. Knowing this new threat could destroy the world he wanted the challenge and to defend Pandaria through this means. He went with others into the dark portal and fought off the legion with fist and staff. Going into the shadows he tried to find the true cause of this threat.Fighting foe after foe, demon after demon in one town that was being besiged by the legion in shadowmoon valley he found Illidari fighting side by side with him. He was about to fall from the foe. When one destroyed his foe absorbed the power from the demon and kept fighting. Waking up in the Illidari camp he used the limited healing ability he had left to mend himself. Getting up he started to listen to the story of these demon hunters. He loved hearing the stories. And they sacrificed just like him. Everything to see their home safe. Eventually fighting along side the Illidari he requested to join them. They wanted his resolve. He stated he would give anything to defeat the legion to save his home. AFter a few tests to see his will they oversaw the ritual to infuse him with Fel and grant him the sight.They found the Monk had great control over himself and his mental faculties. Impressed with this they were able to do more with his tattoos only giving him a binding tattoo at the back of the neck and down his spine. He was able to push more fel than normal through his form without relenting to the demon he was becoming. His demon form was different as well. It was black like the night with white highlights. Spikes and sometimes wings depending on what he needed to do to destroy the legion. After helping retrieve the Keystone to the demon worlds he was sealed with the other Illidari waiting for the Wardens to release him. In the end he didn't fault the Wardens they had the same idea as him. Save azeroth from the Legion. When he was free and re-empowered himself he got the first thing he missed during all his time in stasis. Some perfectly brewed tea. Now he is working to improve the reputation of the Illidari, through strong mind and proper dipomatic words.
  2. *The white hooves clopped in the snow. The clop was muted by the sinking ice like snow. The creature upon it was strong weighed about a ton with the armor. The saronite gleaned with the reflection of the white snow and the sun. The cold did not chill him. And his blue eyes seemed to see farther in the ice. He came here to recollect but little did he remember the burial ground of the Dwarves whom made a home in a bunker nearby. He started to see a couple spirits huddled in the snow. One scowled at him aiming the spiritual gun.* "We are here just to survive." *He said in common. Ghost slayer gave pause swishing his blue tail keeping his weapons sheathed he held his hands out as if no threat. The shot rang out but went right through him. He didn't understand the dwarf only way he could was to be possessed.* *He turned into a ghost himself dodging the shots as they went through him because he was on a different plane of existance he invaded the Ghosts home he wanted to know what made them restless.* *To his horror he found it.. At the bottom of the ruins were small skulls of children he saw whisps of child like dwarf ghosts that couldn't even see him. The shots kept coming finally he couldn't stop the potent posession of the pissed off Ghost.* *Flashes came, a scream of an orc. A slash of blood delicious blood. The roar of a Yongol.. * *Finally he woke up. He then realized again keenly why he took the oath. Looking at the blood on his hands he resolved himself to control so he didn't get ridden like a horse again. He took the oath to stop the blood. He has a deathknight was MORE than a killing machine he had the choice to be just that. He was a builder a spiritual guide a protector. This was more than the lich king could ever hope for. And he always wanted to strive for more. The reason the oath was in place was so that all people could build. Everyone could make something to make Azeroth greater, and with the great threats there or not it was needed.*