Maurelius

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[Quick scrawl, horrendous punctuation…to be updated]

As you’re minding your own business, you notice a hooded, bulky draenei walking in a rather floppy way by the edges of the lonely streets, and whose features were barely visible by all the drapes covering most of his body.

A blue, stubby tail that swung from side to side to balance him, and the covered hooves were the only things you managed to decipher from afar, and even then, you couldn’t help feeling a sense of wrongness.

The hooves-or what you thought to be at first-upon more careful inspection you realize that the sole, (which naturally should be covered in a protective, black lamellar), is instead callous skin; warped and thick blue skin that halts to give pace to the actual hooves themselves -- which didn’t look so much like one anyway. The end of each cloven side was pointy and the surface itself curved, reminding you of a claw.

And to add to the ‘Weird Facts list’, the tail itself seemed too short for a male draenei--about half the normal size. Plus, the three overlapping plates at the beginning of the appendage-- which were key to an adult male’s look, weren’t presented in such a healthy way; they were eroded and thin.

You are stunned by the strangeness of those few features…in fact, you’re so focused that by the work of a displaced tile, the draenei trips over and lands with a heavy thud, scaring you out of your hide in reaction.

The male muttered something, that to you sounded rasp and miserable. He looks around with his milky blue eyes from within the hood...and as he did, he notices you.

Despite the cowl that shadowed his face, the eyes were quite visible thanks to the natural luminescence that they emitted, and from that you understood the stranger’s reaction: Anxiety.

Surprised, the male clumsily stood up and felt for his cowl, in a desperate attempt to hide his eyes. You could feel that he wasn’t taking any chances of proving that the hood-pulling was going to keep his shiny orbs from sight, for as soon as that small event unfolded, the draenei was already gone.

Even then--despite all the oddities that you’ve seen throughout Azeroth, you couldn’t help saying to yourself: “Who the hell was that guy?”

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= History =

Maurelius, or Maure for short, was born in the naaru controlled Shattrath city, meaning Dwelling of Light in eredun. 83 years before the Rise of the Horde.

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= Skills =

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== Pre war ==

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== Post war==

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WIP DINNER TIME D8