Server:Feathermoon US/Morwenna

Morwenna A. McIver: Former Triumvir, and "Suicidal Druid"

 * Name at Birth: Morwenna Alsheras Silverstorm
 * Current Name:  Morwenna 'McIver'
 * Race: Night Elf Reference 1 Reference 2
 * Title: "Touchie the Suicidal Druid"
 * Birthplace: Unknown.
 * Age: Estimated at 300-400 years.
 * Height: 6ft. 5in.
 * Weight: None of your buisness!
 * Favorite Food: Strawberries.
 * Favorite Drink: Anything with a kick...or Cherry Grog.
 * Religious Affiliation: Child of Cenarius
 * Occupation: Druid on the path of Balance. More recently studying the ways of the Hunter, formerly a Priest of Shadow.
 * Guild: Aestus
 * Nicknames: Mo, Momo, Mor, Mama Momo.
 * Professions: Mooncloth Tailoring, Tailoring, Skinning, Herbalism, and Alchemy.
 * Past Professions: Mining and Engineering.
 * Server: Server:Feathermoon

Description
For as long as most can remember, Morwenna kept her long, purple hair bound in a tight braid, held in place with two simple silver clasps. Her face bearing the markings of the claw, a birthmark rather than a tattoo, denoting a far reaching druidic and feral heritage. Her once dim sad eyes now glow brightly showing her happiness, and occasionally glittering with feline mischief. Her formerly clumbsy nature replaced by a quiet grace, though she does still trip over her feet or crash into a wall on the rare occasion. She's more casual, less formal, and just seems overall, more relaxed and confident.

At one point she'd taken to unbinding her hair, no longer wearing it in the tight, severe braid she once did, allowing it to fall in gentle waves around her face. Now, it is cut short, still framing her face, but she is often seen fidgeting with it uncomfortably. Other than a small silver ring half way up her right ear, she wears no adornments, considering them a bit silly. A gem she used to wear around her neck, that bore the suspicious properties and appearance of a soul shard, is long gone.

Her former dour demeanor, and bitter attitude seems to have been washed away, and she laughs often, blushes even more, and is still prone to occasional fits of hiccups. But even with her new attitude, she still isn't joy and cupcakes all the time, when her seemingly signature fits strike her, her rage burns hot, blinding her to nearly everything around her.

Standing at around 6'5"...well let's face it...she's still short for a Kaldorei, not to mention rather curvy as well. She hides her body under as many pieces of clothing as she can find, in an attempt to not only hide the many fading scars that mar her skin, but her rather busty nature as well. But clothing cannot hide everything, and two scars are always visable, though she's learned to ignore them. One that runs the length of her neck, another from just behind her left ear and down ending just below her collarbone.

She can be loyal to a fault, to the point of placing herself in danger to save those she loves and cares for, even when it's not needed; and has been known to hold grudges for insanely long periods of time, even against the dead. When she feels something, anything, it is felt deeply, throughly, to the depths of what little is left of her soul. She gives of herself freely, helping when needed, and always available should someone need a crazy spell flinging druid in a fight, a shoulder to cry on, or an ex that needs buried in the back yard. Though no one's taken her up on that offer yet.

She can usually be seen being followed by a severely modified mechanical squirrel named Sparky, who appears to double as a fish scale puking buzzbox of somewhat high intelligence, and has often carried on extensive conversations with the small contraption.

When not fighting along side her allies and friends, or out gathering supplies for her craft, she can be found in the halls; curled up in a large, overstuffed chair next to the fireplace with either a book in hand or a bit of sewing in her lap, but either way, there's a bowl of strawberries somewhere close by.

Extended Family
Perhaps it is because of her druidic teachings, but she considers her mounts as her family. Noctem, her saber, being the closest she has to a best friend, and even mother. Other animal family members include Cahal, a large armored brown bear, father of Ciarra, and Leanarra, a large armored white bear, mother of Ciarra.

Other, lesser known members of her beastial family include Neoma, daughter of Noctem, a small black saber, and Ciarra, a small brown bear. Not to mention her three small house cats, Star, Luna, and Mist.