The Ranger’s life for me!
Name: Mikoro
Affiliation: The Farstriders
Race: High/Blood Elf
Faith:Animism, Shamanism
Age: 192
Gender: Male
Height: 6.2 feet
Eyes: Dark green
Hair: Black/Blue
Skin: Tanned
Chapter 1
The Path to Maturity
I Started my life in a forest, i was born in Eversong, In-fact i lived almost all my life there, my mother, Ainala was a priest, my Father, Naika was a ranger of the Farstriders, I have two siblings, Niaka my elder Brother and Velana my baby Sister, Niaka was a training Paladin from the Knights of the Silver Hand, luckily he survived the slaughter at Stratholme, my Sister a former Mage in training is now training the new ways, i rarely speak to her these days.. she seems so distant and dark.
In my early life i always remember looking up to my big brother and thinking i want to be like him, however my path was to be that of the Ranger, his was another, Niaka grew up among the Humans and knew about the Holy Light from those times, I however do not follow such a philosophy mainly because it has faults.. i prefer to be Agnostic.. or atleast for most of my life i have been such, Now however am beginning to like Shamanism.
My mother and father where often away aiding one campaign or the other, either of a ambassadorial manner or dealing with a enemy threatening the borders, my father was always away for long periods of time, Once when i was in my early forties, i caught him speaking to a Elf, his hands seemed to be blue but i dismissed this as nonsense. After that day i began to wonder more and more what exactly my father was doing on those long missions, I eventually discovered that he would leave on a ship and come back on a ship, where ever it was, it was far.
I had my one hundred and tenth Birthday in what is now the Ghostlands, but once it was part of Eversong and was a most magical place, most of my family lived out in the wilds. On this day my father announced that he had to leave again, this time i decided to find out exactly what was going on, i was shocked to discover my father speaking to a black cat creature, he called it Sharr, it resembled a lynx but seemed very powerful, sadly it was also very good at noticing young Elves, i was found. That night my father told me of a Order he was part of known as the Nodachi, meaning Peace Walkers, they where started long ago before Azshara and before even the Night Elves, i was told that it was as old as any stone that i could find, i doubted this but listened to his tale, he told me that when his death came, i would take his place, he told me about Sharr, it seemed that Sharr was a very ancient cat from Ashenvale, how this beast has lived this long.. is beyond even me.
About ten years later i would pass my Ranger’s initiation Trial and became a full member of the Farstriders, it was the proudest day of my life, however something was causing me bother, my father had disappeared for almost three years.