Ghostangel

APPEARANCE

Ghostangel stands 6ft 5in in height, she's lithe, full figured in build, average weight. Her coloring is silver white from tip of swept back horns to her hooves, her hair is long and soft, some say that she seems to glow in the moonlight.The only adornments on her are golden hooped earrings and the tendials and tail rings, which are crafted with ornate designs,of gold and silver. The only other jewalary she wears is a blue gemmed golden necklace around her neck.

She is a warrior, a peacekeeper, she uses two-handed swords or axes, wears dark plate armor. She makes sure that her weapons are sharp and her armor in top condition. When not wearing armor, she rather wear comfortable pants and shirts, she isn't fond of dresses, which she will wear at special gathering. She also always wears a dagger at her side, for emergencies.

PERSONALITY

Ghost is friendly, and out going, protective of those under her charge.She loves to dance, sing, and create beautiful jewlary and useful cut gems. She doesn't mind being quiet and watch others around her, it's how she learns about people, and the place around her.

Ghost is empathic, able to sense another person's feelings, even though she is a warrior with a warrior's spirit, she possesses gifts she still doesn't fully understand. Ghost can reach out and touch another person's soul be it light or dark. She doesn't like to see anyone in pain, sad or fearful, she tries and help the best she can.

PARENTS

Mother: Ticha - born in an small village, surrounded by trees and fields. Ticha was a calm, gentle, shy child, she loved the beautiful flowers and had a gifted touch in planting and tending to all sorts of plant life. Ticha was a very gifted as a strong magic user, wielding magic was like breathing to her, it came easily at a young age.. She would travel with her parents to the city of Mac'Aree, at that time was being built up. She would help her mother sale the herbs and flowers that they grew. Ticha's parents were powerful gifted magic users as well, her father was a very well known healer, and writer. Ticha's mother was a powerful magic user of the arcane arts, singer, and gardener.

Father: Velkarn - born in the city of Mac'Aree, though at that time it was a bit smaller, but still as beautiful. He was an honest, strong and determined draenei, never let anything bring him down. He was insightful, and gifted in weapons, and the making of them. He was a miner, and blacksmith one of the finest, he also carved, designing ornate designs in wood, stone, or metal.He was an elite Vindicator, and part of the noble houses of Argus. Velkarn's father was a well know elite guardian, he mined as well, and was gifted in the magic of light and healing. Velkarn's mother was a strong willed woman, also a well known warrior, she made beautiful and useful clothing.

NEVER FORGET

Ghost was born in the jeweled city of Mac'Aree, during a summer storm, as the rain gently poured down, and the roll of thunder echoed over head, dancing lighting played across the sky, the cry of a new born echoed through halls. The small new born was given the name of  Azgala meaning  spirit. She was the only child, of Ticha, a powerful magic user. Ticha loved to garden, growing beautiful flowers and useful herbs, she was gentle and soft spoken, always concerned for others. Ghost's father Velkarn was a miner and made useful weapons, armor and tools. He was a warrior, wielding any weapon with ease and deadly grace. Velkarn swore his loyalty to Velen, to his people. to his home and to his family. Velkarn seemed gruff, and hard like stone, but he had a soft heart. he was honest, and a visionary.

Ghost was dotted on, taught anything she wished to know which was a lot, she loved to learn new things. She would garden with her mother and learn the different herbs, and flowers. She would go out to mine with her father, watch him as he worked the forge. When she found her first gem, and saw how it could be shaped, she wanted to be able to make such beautiful things. The gem crafters, were pleased to show her, the art of gem and jewelry crafting. Her father and her would head out early mornings and mine ore, searching for gems. Ghost took up the art of swordmenship following her father's hoof steps.

Years pasted with joy, and prosperity, but it was short lived, on the horizon a dark force came to their home of Argus, the titian Sargeras a once gentle being of honor, and light, now twisted, and confused, sought out her people, promising great power to all, if they would swear loyalty to him. Not believing the titian her and many others fled Argus following Velen and the Naaru. The last time she saw her home was when she turned back to look, just once more, seeing the spires burning, people rushing to safety. The sense of the over whelming fear and great sadness from her people, the dark hatred and anger of the enemy, blinded her with tears and a vow

" I'll never forget"

DRAENOR

It was years later the exiled people of Argus landed on another world, it wasn't unlike their own home. The only other people on the planet besides the large lumbering orges were the shamanistic orcs. The brown orc leaders met the strange new comers with suspicion at first, but with talks and open trade, the draenei and the orcs begain to work together, learn from one another, their language, culture, the land and the life that lived there. The orc's were set in their ways, an honorable people, they had several tribes all over the world the draenei dubbed Draenor. The draenei made a home on this world, excepting their fate as exiles they grew and prospered.

Ghost and her family lived in a forest jungle type area, where herbs, and mining was plentiful, they were settling down enjoying the peace that they found. Those that stayed there built the village of Enkaat, it soon grew, it was hard work but the draenei let their worries go satisfied they had a home and new friends as well, but they should have been a lot more watchful.

Ghost or Azgala as her parents called her grew to a young adult draenei. Her insight and soft spoken words, were welcomed among her people.

Over 500 years have pasted, the peace and prosperous life the draenei knew came to an end, they came, Kil' Jaeden had found them and was bent on destroying them, he wanted his revenge. The orcs were betryed by one of their own, a warlock orc greedy for power. The peaceful orcs were soon  taken over, turned into foul twisted fel orcs, their blood rage over taking them. The warnings went out as quick as possible, the dreanei gathered their younglings sending them to the ship of Exodar. Some didn't make it to the fleeing ship, but left the blood soaked, and shaking ground towards the deep heart of Draener.

"Azgala!! " a female draenei came running over " get on the mounts you have to go!!" the silver white draenei frowned she was  dressed in armor with a sword on her back. Ticha, grabbed her daughter by the arm, they ran to the gates, where a crowd of young draenei were mounted, some have already left. ' get up there, go in to the marsh get to Shattrath City!!"

" Mother I'm not going I'm helping to make sure our people get away " she gave a yelp of surprised as she was hauled up in to the saddle " NOO!! I'm not going" she turned to face the male daernei who pulled her up, sitting behind her was two small draenei children wrapped in blankets, with wide eyed fear. Her lips parted to say something, but she clamped her mouth shut, with tears brimming her eyes she nodded to the group. " Head out move quickly " she turned back looking at her parents as they prepare to defend the home they grew to love and now another home lost.

Ghost was one of those, keeping her group together, protecting those that could not fight, she vowed to get them to safety. They found themselves in the marsh lands, where they found a cave to stay in along side a small group of Sporgaar, they stayed there for days, until they could leave, they found the mushroom village of Telenaar, the village had very few of the draenei left, they stayed there until they could move on to the center city of Shattrath.

Many days of lack of food and water, always watching their backs, the haggared group found it's way to the city of Shattrath, the Naaru had also made it there, what was left of the city, the group was shocked and amazed, broken streets grumbling wall,it was still standing, but it needed rebuilding. The priest and priestess quickly took cared of the tired, frightened and hungry group. Ghost had asked about those from the northrend reaches. She was told not many survived very few made it to the city. The Naaru, A'del was able to answer her questions, that the ship Exodar was able to get away, many were on the ship, Velen was also aboard, but it seemed the ship was being chased, and was badly damaged and disappeared.

Ghost took it upon herself to find them, she sought a way to get to where they were, the only answer was through portals. Portals were what sundered the world of Draenor, she didn't want other portals made on a unstable world. The Dark Portal was the only way to find them, she would have to wait. To Ghost it felt like years as she helped rebuild the lives that were shattered on Draenor, she waited to hear word about the Exodar. It was early morning when she received a summons to A'del, the Dark Portal was opened, and that reports of draenei on the world of Azeroth, beyond that gate came, also reports of demons as well.