User:Natusili

Natusili. Blademaster. Guardian. Doctor.
Kerias Tunas Sayanas is a fictional character on the Feathermoon Server.



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Name: Kerias Tunas Sayanas

Nickname(s): Black Flower, Natusili.

Sex: Female!

Age: Six--- True Age Unknown! (( As she is without knowledge of her age, she ages herself for when she believes her life truely began. Six. ))

Race: Night Elf.

Class: Warrior- Naturan Guardian- Naturan Alpha. Working on Druidic Secondary Training.

Vocation/occupation: Doctor. Master Swordsmith. Miner. Weapons Collector.

Appearance: She is very thin, unhealthily so. Her limbs are very thin and frail in appearance, but she is obviously more powerful then she looks, carrying more weapons then should be physically possible and wearing a mix of very heavy plate armor and lighter combat mail.

She often travels with a curious, friendly expression, innocence fairly sparkling in her eyes. She would look like the perfect gullible young elf girl if not for the weapons covering her body, the many scars making a brutal art across her exposed body and the scent of blood that often coats her if she has not bathed or cleaned up.

She has a massive change in battle. Normally she gains a focused expression. But if the battle goes on long enough, or something happens to trigger emotion (this is something seen very often with her), she enters her Feral. She leans foward in a crouch stance, hands ready so slap, scratch, slash or punch, she growls wolfishly and seems very...very aggressive.

On the side of her neck, always as exposed as possible, she has a black burn with white scars very clearly marking the symbol of a sleeping wolf.

In her Druidic training, strange things happen with her animal form. She is smaller then most, not a kitten or cub, but still small. Her fur does not have druidic markings, but instead very unusual tribal markings. The sleeping wolf appears in her fur on her neck.

History: As a young elf, there is not much to say about her. She worked, ate, slept. Through her childhood, that was the routine. Went on so long she does not remember how old she is. She learned only what her brother and sister taught her, as she more or less was kept at home. Then one day, without warning, it all changed. Her parents left, leaving the siblings there alone. Keri did not know what to think, Alisa was scared, but their big brother, Keruian, led them from there. They traveled weeks, maybe more, until they came across a group on the coast of the barrens. They called themselves Naturans, followers of the wolf. They were setting off to the other continent.

Though weary at first, these lost young were accepted into the pack with open arms. On the boat across the sea they began to train with their new packmates, and by the time they reached their destination, their place in the pack was already found.

Over the following amount of time, their training grew. Keruian advanced so far beyond what could be expected. He became the top Naturan Guardian Elite, expected by many to be the next Guardian Master or even the pack military commander. Alisa became a ranger, and Kerias became a skilled guardian. She had problems mastering a few things, but she had no problem becoming perhaps the most skilled and powerful feral guardian the pack had known at that time. She was more in touch with the Feral then anyone but Surika, who some joked was a wolf mother in an elf disguise.

Then like many other races, the Scourge eventually struck massively when it began to spread. They locked their borders at the faintest whisper of the plague, not killing, but avoiding contact with anyone and not accepting traded food, medicine or other goods like that. This helped them survive without being plagued for a long time, but then the Scourge did things more directly. The Naturan Camps were attacked. There were three: one in the Badlands, named for the land, The Red Mountain Pack; one on the northern coast named the Blue Ocean pack; and one in forests, far south of the city of Stratholme, named for the beautiful vision of the moon at night from the camp's clearing.

The Red Mountain and the Blue Ocean packs were nearly destroyed quickly, but the Silver Moon, led by Surika, was more then able to hold out from small attacks. The survivors of the other two packs made their way to the Silver Moon. Blue Ocean had many survivors, but very few of Red Mountain made it up to the camp.

They held out for quite a long time, but then an attack happened like none they had expected. Endless waves of scourge, and in the end, a Death Knight entered the fray. Surika herself combated this knight, ordering Kerias to take those who survived and run. Kerias followed orders, though she wishes she had not.

The pack now destroyed, she traveled on foot, the survivors having to split because Karrasakan was...well...an Orc, and might not be very safe in alliance lands. Kerias ended up in Menethil Harbor, the only town she knew of, and spent a short time there until a Night Elf Priestess found her and showed her more kindness then she had since the pack was lost. The Priestess' name was Deletha, and she helped bring her to the Dwarven lands where she could train. This kindness gave Keri a new hope she was losing.

It was also around this time that she met a very friendly elven warrior named Rhel, who helped her in her search for her sister, who had gotten separated after the battle of Seppiru. They found her...Though it was in vain, as she soon vanished again.

This Rhel was a very nice man and a very strong warrior, this inspired Keri to focus on her training and become strong like him.

Rhel, being the nice fellow he was, invited Kerias to apply for entry into the Order of the Rose. And soon, she had a new family. That brings us almost completely to now.

One little tad worth mentioning. She is not the only soul in her body thanks to a chance encounter with a weapon. This weapon was forged not only of powerful ores and regents, but also of a ingredient that most would not accept. The soul of a young girl was imbued into it, her natural strength giving the magical venoms of the weapon just the boost they needed to almost always create a massive, painful and often fatal Necrotic effect. This weapon, a lance, began to have a unusual effect on Keri as she wielded it. The trapped girl's fear and sadness pushed the poor child to insanity, and this affected Keri on a passive level, making her darkened, emotionless and aggressive at times.

Eventually, it began to take a more full form, manifesting minor control until in the end, she took full control of Keri and tried to return home, straight through Andorhal before Keri could survive there. They were stopped, and the lance was severely damaged by Gale, breaking its magical bindings. The girl and Keri were melded, but the object that had tormented the little girl so was destroyed. Slowly she began to become more calm, named Ariandas. Now they share control, and often during her druidic training she lets Ari take control of the body, retreating to the internal realm they now both share.