Avonaco
09-19-2005, 12:51 AM
Avonaco was born into a small village far from the usual trade routes. The tribe was largely self-sufficient, and contact with Thunder Bluff, although maintained, wasn't an everyday thing. They were also very closely-knit; in fact nearly everyone in the village could claim to have some sort of blood relationship to everyone else. An extended family of aunts and uncles and cousins who all knew each other as well as one knew himself.
Avonaco never really fit in.
Firstly, he was a runt, and subject to rather a lot of bullying from his larger cousins growing up. Secondly, and rather more problematically as he grew older, he found himself always chafing against the revered traditions of the tribe, wanting to try new and different ways of getting things done. He didn't like the notion of being a cog in the tribal machine, instead seeking individual achievement.
They tried; they really did, to set him on a proper course. When it was determined that he had both an affinity with nature, and the intelligence to wield it, the elders set to training him in the ways of the Druid, in the hope that it would instill some sense of discipline and responsibility in him.
Avonaco learned the lessons but never really took the philosophy to heart. Balance in all things seemed like a nice notion on paper, but in practice, he had a hard time accepting it. Why seek Balance when it was usually a lot more effective (and satisfying) to seek Good? He had a terrible prediliction for sticking his nose into other people's business and trying to help, particularly when help wasn't wanted.
As with any chafing itch, eventually it gets scratched. When the time came for him to undergo the trials and become a fully-recognized tribal druid, Avonaco wanted no part of any saddling with any sort of regimented responsibility. He deliberately flubbed the trials, and although his own pride kept him from failing entirely, he exhibited only the bare minimum of skill necessary to be considered competent. It was plainly obvious that his miserable showing was deliberate, and the performance won him no friends amongst his cousins. Shortly thereafter he took his leave and struck out from his family to make his own way in the world. They weren't particularly disappointed to see him go.
Since then the staunchly independent tauren has been seen associating with orcs and trolls and undead and all manner of ridiculous company, popping up in one village or city or another and using both his command of Nature and his strange fascination with Engineering to assist whomever he sees fit.
Avonaco never really fit in.
Firstly, he was a runt, and subject to rather a lot of bullying from his larger cousins growing up. Secondly, and rather more problematically as he grew older, he found himself always chafing against the revered traditions of the tribe, wanting to try new and different ways of getting things done. He didn't like the notion of being a cog in the tribal machine, instead seeking individual achievement.
They tried; they really did, to set him on a proper course. When it was determined that he had both an affinity with nature, and the intelligence to wield it, the elders set to training him in the ways of the Druid, in the hope that it would instill some sense of discipline and responsibility in him.
Avonaco learned the lessons but never really took the philosophy to heart. Balance in all things seemed like a nice notion on paper, but in practice, he had a hard time accepting it. Why seek Balance when it was usually a lot more effective (and satisfying) to seek Good? He had a terrible prediliction for sticking his nose into other people's business and trying to help, particularly when help wasn't wanted.
As with any chafing itch, eventually it gets scratched. When the time came for him to undergo the trials and become a fully-recognized tribal druid, Avonaco wanted no part of any saddling with any sort of regimented responsibility. He deliberately flubbed the trials, and although his own pride kept him from failing entirely, he exhibited only the bare minimum of skill necessary to be considered competent. It was plainly obvious that his miserable showing was deliberate, and the performance won him no friends amongst his cousins. Shortly thereafter he took his leave and struck out from his family to make his own way in the world. They weren't particularly disappointed to see him go.
Since then the staunchly independent tauren has been seen associating with orcs and trolls and undead and all manner of ridiculous company, popping up in one village or city or another and using both his command of Nature and his strange fascination with Engineering to assist whomever he sees fit.