#emalien

Exalted Plains, 2/?

Description:

Though most Kaldorei hold the image of youth even after millenia of immortality, the unlined visage of this particular elven creature cannot truly make any claim to such experience.

Youth is somewhat abundant in his gaze. Where most Kaldorei peer upon the world with centuries worth of experience glimmering behind those orbs at least, Emalien must regard his surroundings through the unripened glaze of adolescence. Infantile in comparison to most of his kin, the boy’s actions are often a reflection of his crude inexperience. Be it flashes of unjustified anger or reckless endangerment of his peers, there is a high chance that he will certainly be leaving an irksome mess in his wake.

Metallic piercings have been inserted haphazardly through the smooth porcelain of his features most prominently a tiny bead embedded into the flesh beside his nose, a dark hoop planted through his left eyebrow and two larger beads inserted into the lobes of his elongated ears. Several more hoops line these pale blue appendages in a sporadic manner. A powdered black substance has also been added to coat his eyes and bolden them untidily, smeared to a certain degree.

A wild yet peculiarly styled mane of hair sprouts from his head, the lower portion of his scalp shaved close to the skin yet with the top half sprouting in a wild tangle and a cowlick clump of dark curled hair spilling across one half of his face. Emalien often uses this overhanging tuft to veil his features from the view of his peers.

His lips are often pursed with disapproval, very prone to twisting into a downturn. Of a similar color to his shaggy hair but still a shade darker are his rugged elven brows, almost always drawn together to form a scowl.

The leathers cladding his form are mostly decorative, embellishments shown everywhere. Artfully tailored, the robe is embroidered with a few gems too, an unusually vain touch for a Kaldorei - though he is known to often abandon his ceremonial druidic garb for looser, more crude garments of a tribal nature. Gripped in one hand is his staff, a sphere of captured earthly energy swirling within the gnarled and blackened branches that encircle it. The image is extremely enlightening, portraying the true path that he has carried his druidism.

History:

This spiteful youth has a reputation bred of irritation and persistent annoyance, prone to scorning those that manage to spark either his anger or his disapproval.

It's also well-known that he has recently been removed from his service to the Cenarion Circle on the grounds that he has begun to misuse his status as a conduit of natural energies, opting to abuse the world around him and take without giving back. However, he will never truly admit to this, insisting that he left of his own accord or alternatively - that he was unfairly ostracized and shunned for no good reason.