Isilmae Calien

==Name==
Isilmae Calien, Guardian of Cenarius
==Physical Traits==
Isilmae is tall, slim and her movements reminds to a panther's. She has really long, silver hair which always looks tangled. Her silver eyes are quite disturbing, sometimes dreamy, sometimes piercing like she knows everything about anybody. There are purple claw markings on her pale, statuesque face. Her smile and her behaviour is quite cynical which makes her unprepossessing sometimes. Isilmae always keep a few step distance with everybody.
She is wearing a crescent moon amulet.
==Race and Class==
Night elf feral druid.
==Guild==
Lost Order.
==Occupation==
Adventurer.
==Family==
Parents are legally dead.
==Background==
"The soft, dark evening covers everything. The old, bushy ruins stand on the glade like skeletons. Eternal warning: learn from the failures of the past. Nobody came here for a long time. Perhaps just deers and squirrels… sons of Cenarius. Or it’s even too frightful for them. Some says it’s a haunted place. Some say it’s even worse. Some say if somebody spends a night there, they will lose mind. The ancient, giant trees and bushes don’t let any light through. But the night elf woman who just silently steps into the glade, with the movements like a panther, a borned-to-be killer, doesn’t care about it. She is daughter of the night… she doesn’t need light to see everything sharply. And she even doesn’t care about the rumors. Why would she? Somebody who fought so long, who saw much more than anybody just could dream about? Who saw so many horrific things? Who fought agains the Scourge, even the Lich King?
As she walks to the little lake in the middle of the glade, the rising moon just glints on her long, silver hair and pale skin and makes her crescent moon amulet shine. Suddenly wind spreads between the ruins, blows away her hair and shows her beautiful, statuesque face and the claw markings. Druid of the Wild. For a few moments she looks like a ghost from the past who just came back to haunt.
She sighs softly and sits on the shore. She feels so empty now… The long, mindless rage didn’t make her calmer. Didn’t resolve anything. Just burned out her. And the pain is still there… Deeply. The wounds weren’t restored. Perhaps she just closed them far away from her mind...
The moonlight slowly covers the ruins, makes them dream-like glow. A stronger wind blows through the glade, making the reflection on the lake a million sparkles. The druid just peers at the sparkles… and listens to the wind. The whole glade now glowing in a soft mist. The wind changes… as though it brings soft voices. She thinks her mind is playing. But no… as the wind becomes constant she hears more and more whispers.
„You really think you can forget everything?”
She peers at the surging wind and whispers softly. „My life is meaningless now…”
„Oh, you think so?”
„I don’t have any goal. Everything that I started ended wrong… or I couldn’t finish. I left my homeland because of my anger. I forgot who I am… And people just died around me. Or lost…” Her voice sticks.
„You still miss him...” The voices change to really gently. „We don’t think your feeling will ever change. You blame yourself for what isn’t your fault.”
„Why did I let him to go there alone?” The druid almost shouts. Despair changes her emptiness for a second… but a moment later she falls back to her emptiness. „Why?”
„It was his choice. And you couldn’t do anything. He had his own reasons and you knew them well. Risks invigorated his life… like yours too.”
The druid slowly shakes her head. „Is he… alive?”
The whispers subside into silence for a few moments. „We can’t tell you.”
The women hangs her head and whispers really-really quietly. „I don’t want to live anymore. And not because of him. I lost too much… I lost myself. I disappointed too much. I’m too weak.”
The wind blows up stronger than before. „You, weak?” Sounds like the whispers chuckles. „No, dear druid. You aren’t weak. Perhaps you feel you suffered too much and you are tired but you, weak?! Your parents were lost and you have only your amulet from them. You survived when your town was destroyed. You were so young when you started to explore your powers and you became a strong, deadly and heroic fighter all by yourself. You always fought for the weak and for those in trouble. And when you met with him and lost him first time… You didn’t gave up the hope that you would meet with him once again. You were a leader, a really righteous one. And when your people settled, you started a new life, came back to your home. And you met with him again… You guarded Ashenvale and the elven lands. You always explored new and vast horizons…”
As the memories cover her she gasps and makes a painful grimace. The quiet calm times back when they patrolled in Ashenvale and defended Astranaar with the sentinels… They spent so much time in Forest Song. The adventures on Outland… flying in the blue sky of Nagrand and chasing cultists. Exploring the forests of Terokkar… She thought it would last forever. And when he went away without a word for a mission… She just heard perhaps he went to Northrend. Damn, she didn’t want to lose everything again… The same rage and emptiness she felt that time fills her once again…
The whispers continue as if they read her mind. „You went to Northrend alone without any word or any plan, risked everything just to try and find him. And while you were searching… you destroyed scourge… helped the other heroes… You did so much for this world you didn’t realise or even cared about! And about you disappointing some… You became a Sha’tari Skyguard and even the Kurenai admitted you. Alexstrasza, the Life-Binder granted you one of her kin, a red drake, to fly. You are a friend of The Ebon Blade. You think it’s nothing?”
The wind stops blowing for a few moments then it becomes stronger again as if it took a deep breath. „Perhaps your pain and rage pursued you in your entire life… but these gave you goals. And they blinded you enough so you didn’t see how valuable you are. Not everybody was born for happiness. You have your own destiny. You can’t hide from it and not even from yourself. Everything that happened with you, your decisions, meetings, all people in your life happened for a reason. You can’t change your past but you can learn from it. And you can’t forget it. Your life doesn’t end here.”
The druid quietly listens to the wind, hangs her head and peers to the sparkles on the surface of the lake. „What do I have to do?”
The wind blows softer again and the whispers are calm again, covering the woman gently.
„We can’t take away your pain but we can soften it. Return to your roots…to the beginning. Find the way to your soul… your connection with nature. Gather power from it. But don’t let rage grow over you again… You will never be alone. Now rest… Dark times come and the whole world will change… soon. Doom will spread across these anguished lands. You already can feel the earthquakes… And this new world needs you, skyguard Isilmae Calien, champion of Darnassus and the Frozen Wastes…”
The night elf woman hears the last word from further and further away as her eyes close. Darkness covers her mind softly.
Cold waterdrops fall onto her face. She opens her silvery eyes slowly. „Where am I?” The glade is calm now. The wind is mute, the ruins are just simple stones. The lake is still. Sunshine passes through the leaves of the ancient trees, slowly reaching the druid lying at the coast. She gets up and sighs. „Was the last night real?” As she wakes up she feels more and more… lighter. The rage went away. The forest surrounds her like an old friend. A little critter runs in the underwood. A bird flying somewhere far above. She feels all the little animals around her. Everything seems more clear and less painful...
„I’m curious what changes they talked about… and how everything will be more doomed….” She takes a deep breath… and makes the first step from the glade…to the path for her new life. "
==Family Background==
Not known.
==Criminal Record==
None.
==Personal Notes==
Isilmae is stubborn, loves freedom and hates rules. After tragedies in her life she decided she will help everywhere she can. Perhaps once she did everything for personal reasons but now she lives for the others.
==Current Status==
She is wandering around Kalimdor and Eastern Kingdoms, trying to find friends from the past and get people against cultists and rebuild this damaged world.
young_Isilmae_resize.jpg|Hey, you! (Young Isilmae)
flying_free_resize.jpg|Flying free
I_am_watching_you_resize.jpg|I'm watching you
lonely_predator_resize.jpg|The lonely predator
Memories_resize_small.jpg|Memories
Guardian_resize.jpg|The guardian
Category:Characters
Category:Night Elf
Category:Druid
Category:Chaotic Good