Ellistree was less of a troublemaker in the sense that she didn't go out picking fights and stealing, and more in that she was a thrill seeker. Ever since a young age, the half-breed girl loved adventure. Having been born with a natural gift for the druidic arts, Ellistree was already shifting at a young age, using her feline form to sneak around and 'adventure' using her overactive imagination.
She loved the outdoors, and she would take any chance she would get to venture forth and just have fun. The younglings who grew up with her looked up to the girl, usually following her into these silly adventures, or simply playing with the large 'kitten'. However, having been blessed with the gift didn't come with just fun, playtimes and having her be incredibly adept. No, it meant that she'd have to train harder in order to hone and control her powers.
Ellistree, as was very well known, already had a knack for the feral aspects of her powers, learning to master those almost as if it was second nature. This however already spelled out her progression. Being adept at one aspect, meant that it could be harder to pick up on the others. This was something that proved to be true for Ellistree. Her training progressed into the offensive spells of a druid, as would be the natural progression for someone who was adept at the already feral and aggressive aspects of her kin, it was clear that she'd be in the frontlines...
However, this was not the case. Not only was Ellistree very bad at using, or calling on the offensive druid spells, she got increasingly frustrated at the fact that when she could manage them, they were rather weak. This in particular put quite the dampen on her mood in regards to training to the point that she started skipping them in order to have fun and relax with her friends. Trying to balance duty, training and responsibility with her play time was hard for the girl who had a hard time following the rules.
This however changed when one of her riskier ventures turned sour. During one of the times she convinced the younglings to follow her to the mountains so they could play hide and seek, an event occurred that changed her outlook on training once again. Throughout the game, Ellistree had been as rough as usual, using her feline form to track down, and rough up the other kids even though that wasn't part of the game. The other kids had gotten used to this side of her, although many of them didn't like it. But the other option was to make her upset, and that wasn't something they wanted to do. At one particular hiding spot, Elli had tracked down an elven youngling, one of her longer friends, up to a spot with lots of bushes to hide in.
She already knew where he was, all she had to do now was pounce onto him and that would be game! Problem was, she didn't see the cliffside behind all the trees and shrubbery. She pounced, startled the young kaldorei and making him stumble back and over the side. It wasn't a long fall, but it was far enough to severely damage the boy. He lay at the bottom unconscious and Ellistree looked down in horror. I killed him... she thought, horrible images passing through her mind. The disappointment of the elders, of her parents, the thought of not being with her best friend anymore because of her stupidity...
She rushed down the side of the cliff, her feline instincts making it easy until she skidded next to him, already mid-shift into her humanoid form. Ellistree didn't know what to do, she called out, yelled, screamed and beckoned for help. They were in the mountains and it'd be hard for anyone to hear other than the other kids, and it'd take them some time to get the adults to come help them. What could she do? Tears streamed down her face as she held onto his body and she cursed her stupid roughness. It was her fault!
But she was a druid was she not? Couldn't she help him? She quickly wiped at her face and started to focus. She knew that druids had the ability to heal, but she had skipped on that training since she had failed to bring up the offensive spells before and she figured she'd be bad at healing even more. Closing her eyes, she concentrated, trying to remember the things she had been taught, how nature is a part of us all and how it's us druids who can hone and mold the energies of nature to aid us. She called onto the spirits of the forest to help her, she called onto Elune, she called onto the Troll Loa's, she called onto everyone, anything to help her help her friend.
It seemed like an eternity, the times she spent trying to mold the nature healing energies... Until a warm feeling of unity flowed through her and she could feel the embrace of the forest. It was a new feeling, something she hadn't felt before, the green coils that began to form around her hands started to drift onto the boys body, curling, caressing and enveloping his body. She could feel his very essence being hugged and cradled by the natural energies and she could see his chest begin to rise and fall more normally, the breath of life slowly seeping in once again.
She did what she could, she knew that, but she still had much to learn in this particular tree. She held him close, knowing that at least things would be okay for now, quickly shifting into her bear form and dragging him to the village. Of course she got reprimanded, and heavily, but she didn't mind. She knew she deserved it, and had something happened to her friend... she would have asked for worse. But now she had a new path before her and she intended on following through.
The next few months had been focused solely on the healing aspects of a druid. Ellistree had a calling to the healing arts, but not one quite as strong as her natural affinity to the feral aspects. She began to balance out her play time with her studies and training in order to make things work and yet, there was never a lack of trouble making in the area as long as she was around.
As she grew up, she became so in tune with her feral side of her druid training, that she even preferred going through the day and night in one of her druidic forms, in particular, her large feline form. Now an adolescent, the girl was a lot more care free and independent than before, and became quite the heartbreaker. In her eyes, there was really no one good enough for her, at least not unless they could best her in a fight. And that was a task all in itself seeing as she was incredibly skilled in fighting.
Nonetheless, she had a lot of friends who looked up to her, unlike the adults however who had worries about the half breed. Another thing that changed in her later years was her appreciation for her powers. Although she was a natural shapeshifter, Ellistree held her healing prowess close to her heart. It had been something that she worked hard for and if she hadn't been able to develop them, she might have lost a dear and close person to her. She offered her healing freely, often volunteering to the medical camps before she joined the military.
Revision 2...
Ellistree was less of a troublemaker in the sense that she didn't go out picking fights and stealing, and more in that she was a thrill seeker. Ever since a young age, the half-breed girl loved adventure. Having been born with a natural gift for the druidic arts, Ellistree was already shifting at a young age, using her feline form to sneak around and 'adventure' using her overactive imagination.
She loved the outdoors, and she would take any chance she would get to venture forth and just have fun. The younglings who grew up with her looked up to the girl, usually following her into these silly adventures, or simply playing with the large 'kitten'. However, having been blessed with the gift didn't come with just fun, playtimes and having her be incredibly adept. No, it meant that she'd have to train harder in order to hone and control her powers.
Ellistree, as was very well known, already had a knack for the feral aspects of her powers, learning to master those almost as if it was second nature. This however already spelled out her progression. Being adept at one aspect, meant that it could be harder to pick up on the others. This was something that proved to be true for Ellistree. Her training progressed into the offensive spells of a druid, as would be the natural progression for someone who was adept at the already feral and aggressive aspects of her kin, it was clear that she'd be in the frontlines...
However, this was not the case. Not only was Ellistree very bad at using, or calling on the offensive druid spells, she got increasingly frustrated at the fact that when she could manage them, they were rather weak. This in particular put quite the dampen on her mood in regards to training to the point that she started skipping them in order to have fun and relax with her friends. Trying to balance duty, training and responsibility with her play time was hard for the girl who had a hard time following the rules.
This however changed when one of her riskier ventures turned sour. During one of the times she convinced the younglings to follow her to the mountains so they could play hide and seek, an event occurred that changed her outlook on training once again. Throughout the game, Ellistree had been as rough as usual, using her feline form to track down, and rough up the other kids even though that wasn't part of the game. The other kids had gotten used to this side of her, although many of them didn't like it. But the other option was to make her upset, and that wasn't something they wanted to do. At one particular hiding spot, Elli had tracked down an elven youngling, one of her longer friends, up to a spot with lots of bushes to hide in.
She already knew where he was, all she had to do now was pounce onto him and that would be game! Problem was, she didn't see the cliffside behind all the trees and shrubbery. She pounced, startled the young kaldorei and making him stumble back and over the side. It wasn't a long fall, but it was far enough to severely damage the boy. He lay at the bottom unconscious and Ellistree looked down in horror. I killed him... she thought, horrible images passing through her mind. The disappointment of the elders, of her parents, the thought of not being with her best friend anymore because of her stupidity...
She rushed down the side of the cliff, her feline instincts making it easy until she skidded next to him, already mid-shift into her humanoid form. Ellistree didn't know what to do, she called out, yelled, screamed and beckoned for help. They were in the mountains and it'd be hard for anyone to hear other than the other kids, and it'd take them some time to get the adults to come help them. What could she do? Tears streamed down her face as she held onto his body and she cursed her stupid roughness. It was her fault!
But she was a druid was she not? Couldn't she help him? She quickly wiped at her face and started to focus. She knew that druids had the ability to heal, but she had skipped on that training since she had failed to bring up the offensive spells before and she figured she'd be bad at healing even more. Closing her eyes, she concentrated, trying to remember the things she had been taught, how nature is a part of us all and how it's us druids who can hone and mold the energies of nature to aid us. She called onto the spirits of the forest to help her, she called onto Elune, she called onto the Troll Loa's, she called onto everyone, anything to help her help her friend.
It seemed like an eternity, the times she spent trying to mold the nature healing energies... Until a warm feeling of unity flowed through her and she could feel the embrace of the forest. It was a new feeling, something she hadn't felt before, the green coils that began to form around her hands started to drift onto the boys body, curling, caressing and enveloping his body. She could feel his very essence being hugged and cradled by the natural energies and she could see his chest begin to rise and fall more normally, the breath of life slowly seeping in once again.
She did what she could, she knew that, but she still had much to learn in this particular tree. She held him close, knowing that at least things would be okay for now, quickly shifting into her bear form and dragging him to the village. Of course she got reprimanded, and heavily, but she didn't mind. She knew she deserved it, and had something happened to her friend... she would have asked for worse. But now she had a new path before her and she intended on following through.
The next few months had been focused solely on the healing aspects of a druid. Ellistree had a calling to the healing arts, but not one quite as strong as her natural affinity to the feral aspects. She began to balance out her play time with her studies and training in order to make things work and yet, there was never a lack of trouble making in the area as long as she was around.
As she grew up, she became so in tune with her feral side of her druid training, that she even preferred going through the day and night in one of her druidic forms, in particular, her large feline form. Now an adolescent, the girl was a lot more care free and independent than before, and became quite the heartbreaker. In her eyes, there was really no one good enough for her, at least not unless they could best her in a fight. And that was a task all in itself seeing as she was incredibly skilled in fighting.
Nonetheless, she had a lot of friends who looked up to her, unlike the adults however who had worries about the half breed. Another thing that changed in her later years was her appreciation for her powers. Although she was a natural shapeshifter, Ellistree held her healing prowess close to her heart. It had been something that she worked hard for and if she hadn't been able to develop them, she might have lost a dear and close person to her. She offered her healing freely, often volunteering to the medical camps before she joined the military.