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((If you don’t know who Noikona is then I suppose you can skip this thread entirely. I am posting here because Noikona was active in the community and there is only so much I can type in the little chat window of the game (too many questions from people wanting to know what happened)

I didn’t want this to be some sappy resurrection or coming back as Death Knight etc… I wanted this to be feasible but allow me to play Noikona a little easier. She was one of my more difficult characters to play and I still see many bumps in the road in her future. For some reason she created some enemies.))

((Some fictional characters from her past

F’tal
F’tal is a fictional Naaru. I don’t believe in using main characters of World of Warcraft in my stories and plots unless I have no choice. I try to follow the rule that heads of state and important people have no clue who my character is, and have better things to do with their time.

F’tal took Noikona as a project of his. He could sense a seed of good in her and tried to help it grow. He was always testing her to see how she would progress.

Abigor
Abigor was another rouge man’ari but still had strong ties to the Legion. Noikona made a dark deal with him that released her of some of the obligations she had with her master in return for a favor that he would force on her at a later time.))

((Noikona’s death.

Facts

• Noikona was a Man’ari. A man’ari is physically different from a draenei both in size, strength, skin color and appearance (although she hid her true appearance well this is still what she was)
• Noikona fully turned her back on her evil core seconds before her death destroying her fate with torment.
• She passed the test of the Naaru.
• F’tal’s final gift was to give her the one thing she truly desired. F’tal made her a draenei.
  
• Physically changing a body also repairs a body both inward and out.
• Noikona was buried in her stasis pod.
• A piece of Noikona soul was tied to a mortal.

))

Final Judgment

A harmonious voice spoke softly “She loves them”

“Does the love of a few outweigh the hate of many?” a stern voice answered

“Look at how she has changed where others have failed” the pleasing voice answered.

The stern voice paused “Yes indeed she did change, but should death have brought her to see the light?”

The pleasant voice answered “She is unique and carried a great burden”

“The burden was created by her own choices”

“And the burden was lifted by her own actions”

The stern voice spoke slowly “She still hates”

After a long pause the pleasant voice answered with a defeated tone “Yes, she still hates”

“Call for her so we may speak” the stern voice spoke.

The pleasant voice asked “Has she not suffered enough in life? Let her rest in peace”

The stern voices answered “She has not yet lived; she has only yet been born. Hatred is not welcome in peace; let us have audience with her so we may commune”

***

The stasis pod was warm, it’s quite hum strangely soothing. Slowly she reached out to the energies around her in an effort to force the power to bend to her will. Sorrow filled her as there was no answer. Gone was the surge, gone was the command. Wiping a tear away she looked to her feet. As told to her by the judges there were supplies, armor, rations, a swords and... She paused looking at the last item. It was cramped but she was able to pull the large metallic disk to herself. She stared at the item in confusion and then let I lay on her chest. Sighing heavily she relaxed back in the pod. He left hand already in the leather bindings of the golden shield.

((Previous physical appearance

Bright large clear lilac eyes look back at you. Their glow is noticeably evident even on the strongest sunlit day. A flash of emerald blazes over them forcing you to look again but you brush it off as a trick of the light.

Her face is sculpted and ageless an expression of disdain looks to be forever drawn on her stunning features.

You take notice of her unnatural skin color which can only be described as warm graphite. A closer inspection reveals hues of midnight blue and maroon. You turn away but in doing so you notice intricate patterns drawn just beneath the skin running from beneath her chin down to her breasts and arms. When you turn back to look closer they appear to fade from view.

As she looks up your attention is drawn to a scar on her neck which looks to be created by a clawed hand. The scar looks fresh but well healed.

Shoulder length dark brown hair delicately falls around her backwards swept horns. A midnight black headband holds her hair in a neat arrangement letting a large lock fall on the left side of her face. As she turns you wince as you notice a brand has been burnt into the skin at the base of her neck. The brand is gnomish and is the number 238.))

((Now for the new information.

Noikona is a draenei. She has full access to the gift of Naaru and will use it.

Physical appearance:
Her skin tone is still rather dark but the shifting colors no longer are present, the dark maroon and midnight blues are gone. There are no tattoos present. Her eyes are still a striking lilac and the scar on her throat is still present. The brand on the back of her neck is still there and by her request her hair is a rich dark brown. She now has draenei markings on her forehead. The most striking difference is her bulk. Noikona was always ‘small’ for a draenei, slim but well curved. Now she heavily toned and instead of moving gracefully, she moves with a purpose. Her weapons and armor are divine, but will only exist in the world for a short time. They will vanish once she obtains a proficiency that overtakes what they can provide.

Characteristics:
Well this is still Noikona don’t expect anything new from her personality. She is still going to be rather blunt and speak her mind. The difference is she has a full-fledged conscience now, and no longer has an evil core. Her alignment could best be described as ‘Noikona good’.

Noikona good:
Basically Noikona still hates. There are two reasons the judges closed the path of peace to her. Hate cannot exist in peace. The second and largest deciding factor, she never had a chance to live as herself. She always had someone literally making decisions for her. So ‘Noikona good’ is Noikona with the full drive to do things right. The conscience to correct the wrongs she does and a forgiving nature. Basically Noikona will no longer start a fight or feed the flames of someone in distress. If you recall she used to love do both. That being said if you start something with Noikona, she will be more the happy to finish it. Oh and she hates gnomes.

Her curse:
Noikona was only cleansed of two things. Her evil core and the man’ari taint. Even her gift of power was still present until it unloaded on poor Indigo. Noikona is still cursed to follow her word. Abigor did enough to break the hold of her old master releasing her to allow her to have a free tongue with whomever she spoke, but her word if freely given, she must follow. This makes her very lawful, but I just couldn’t give Noikona the alignment of lawful good. Something just doesn’t sound right about that. You can’t force Noikona to take an oath, if you manage to it will not be valid. The oath has to be freely accepted by her and she must do so with a clear mind. This is something she takes very seriously. Not even death can break the bonds of her word.

Class:
Noikona had two weaknesses. She loved gold and she loved power. The judges saw it necessary to sever all and any path to power to her. She is a warrior for this reason. A heated argument was even made on if she should retain the gift of Naaru as Noikona might find a way to exploit even this. That being said she can still teach the arcane arts. She would not be able to demonstrate them.

Noikona will be dual spec’d. Protection first and fury second, my goal for her to be equally proficient in both. It makes sense for her to be so. Probably the only time RP wise for me to make a character that is required to be dual spec’d

Why:
There was a big empty spot in my heart, it wouldn’t go away. It is quite possible that Noikona will become my main.))

The camp fire

The delicate flames of the crackling fire reflected eerily in the warriors dented and pock marked armor. Smells of burning wet wood intertwined with cooking trout filled the immediate area. The camp site was small but neatly arranged. A small canvas tent sat next to an aging oak, its roots meandering in erratic patterns around its base. A creek full of scrumptious trout created soothing, almost hypnotic sounds as it meandered down its path. A large but gentle battle cat lay stretched by the fire, its eyes gazing at the meal that was being prepared. Its saddle placed neatly off to the side as if being used as table. All was a peace, except the warrior.

The warrior knelt by the fire poking at the embers, causing small fireworks to ignite in a random display of beauty. Unsheathing a small dagger from her side, she carefully cut one of the fish loose, throwing it to the eagerly awaiting jaws of her faithful mount.

She let herself relax, sitting next to the warm fire. With a fervently lack of manners she quickly devoured her meal. Her body yearned for more, but she knew rest was more important. Her physique ached from the rigorous activity she had assaulted it with. She knew tomorrow would be no different. The endless cycle of learning and training would start once again. The repetitive and complex techniques she would do over and over, until her body, her armor and weapon moved as one. She would do this, she would learn, she would become the warrior and protector she was destined to come to be.

Painfully she moved to her bedding, lying down to let welcome sleep overcome her. She could hear the relaxed trotting of Charlate padding up to the tent next to her. Her loyal mount served also as her protector while she rested. Sleep quickly enveloped her, people, places and voices entered her mind. She found herself walking down a long hallway. Rows of books lined the walls to either side. She could feel a presence behind her, but as with many dreams she was unable to force herself to turn. The presence spoke, calling her name “Turn and look at this small piece I share you. Take heed on what you see, so that you may know why I do the things I do.”

She turned looking at the presence, on either side of the figure were two others, their significance burned into her mind, she now understood. The vision blurred and her thoughts were once again filled with disarming techniques, battle stances and sword thrusts.

((I know there are some hurdles I will have to overcome. Noikona is still a criminal serving a 30 year sentence in the Alliance military. I am sure her death and a coming back doesn’t erase that fact. I have yet to figure what to do, but that is part of the fun of it.

I know there was a lot of OOC information dumped above but I will trust you all to use it responsibly.

Now the fun starts in leveling up and seeing what trouble I can get into once again))

Huh.

I take a vacation in paradise and come back to find Noikona has been resurrected.

No worries. I know how to take care of zombies.

((Welcome back. I look forward to some interesting RP. :-) ))

((Very interesting! I do hope we cross paths again :) I enjoyed running into you in the jungles a while ago. Yes, I know, Noikona hates Gnomes....but Cail doesn't know that! :D ))

((Very interesting! I do hope we cross paths again :) I enjoyed running into you in the jungles a while ago. Yes, I know, Noikona hates Gnomes....but Cail doesn't know that! :D ))

((I welcome it. Turning her around will be a challenge, but hopefully fun at the same time. I expect bumps in the road if not a couple of crashes but in the end I am hoping things will turn out well))