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[The communicator flips on with a rush fo static, followed by an incredulous laugh from a woman. Her voice is pleasant to listen to, if somewhat heavily accented voice.]

This must be some sort of Gnomish design! A new buzzbox, perhaps? How incredible!

[She's eager to figure out more about the strange construct in her hands, pressing at the buttons to make something happen. Her muttered words are lost here and there for a moment as she fiddles, before coming in again stronger, briefly flicking the screen on to reveal a glowing blueish-white eye. Then the device is flipped over, showing the ground and a modest, floor-length purple skirt with what looks to be a hoof peaking out from beneath. The view only lasts for a few seconds, as the device promptly finds it's home nestled into her breastplate. Static flickers on the screen before it goes black, her muffled voice coming in faintly.]

I wonder who dropped it! I'll have to hold onto it until I find out, that is, I...


I do not believe that I have seen this area of the Highlands before...

[Perplexed for a moment, she pauses, as if gathering her bearings once more before huffing very gently. almost as soon as the uncertainty creeps in though it's squashed down with an overly cheerful tone.]

I could not have wandered far! It will not take long for me to get back, I imagine!

Sample Post : Méabh pocketed the strange buzzbox after a moment, glancing around once more in a wary manner. The forest was alive around her with the song of birds, and the gentle rustle of wind in the trees. All seemed peaceful, and yet...

...And yet it was wrong to her still, somehow. As if there were eyes in the forest, watching her unseen, and yet she at the same time she couldn't sense anyone close by. Confused, the Draenei girl checked her pack, rummaging with one gloved hand for the small white hearthstone that would return her to her people. She always kept it within easy reach in a pocket near the top of the bag, but for some reason it seemed-


Well, this was a predicament. Wary now, Méabh dropped a hand to her hip, fingering the hilt of her mace thoughtfully. It was still there, a comfortably weight that gave her a sense of safety. Surely her hearthstone had simply been misplaced! Yes...that was it. Whistling softly, she relaxed (if only a fraction) as a furry blue insect bunted into the side of her head befor eperchign on her shoulder. Her pet moth was safe, and that had to stand for something, right? Now, there was simply the task of returning to where she needed to be!

"Mm, I suppose I will simply have to hoof it." and she tittered softly at her own (bad) joke, shouldering her back once more as she began to walk down the barely-there pathway. The trees were bent and twisted above her, offering a cold shade that made her shiver. But she could see buildings ahead, and cautiously picked her way towards it, ever wary for it to be an unfriendly city. The architecture looked human, which was heartening...and yet at the same time she couldn't remember ever having visited the place before...

"Where have I ended up this time..." she wondered aloud as she slunk closer, making her way slowly towards the inn. Surely the innkeep would have answers for her!

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Character Number: 4

Name: Méabh
Source: World of Warcraft
Appearance: Méabh is 7'0" of willowy space goat. She has dark blue skin, and white hair that's just past her shoulders and typically worn in loose curls. Her eyes glow a soft blueish white and while her face and form seems mostly human, from the knees down her legs taper into goatlike legs (albeit smooth), with shiny black hooves, in a manner vaguely similar to that of a satyr. Méabh also has horns of the same shade as her skin, that point back and upwards from her body. Rather than seeming demonic however, Méabh seems to give off a more pleasant image, than say, that of a succubus, whose form is similar, but far more fel-oriented.

Personality: Méabh's a bundle of energy. She's young for her race and enjoys simply having fun, at times finding it hard to balance with the responsibilities of being a shaman in training. Still, when the time comes, she can be serious and work-minded, if only long enough to get the job done and done well. She's a horrible flirt, and anything male (or sometimes female) of attractive appearance is likely going to find themselves on the receiving end of a few goodnatured pick-up lines here or there. It's all in good fun as far as she's concerned, and there's nothing really wrong with being a bit of a lecher, right?

...Okay yes, she is the type to sneak up and spy on a handsome man while he's having a bath, but what's the harm in that, really? Likely, she'd allow the favor to be returned!

Mark well that this doesn't mean that Méabh is loose. She flirts, and she's proud of her body, but she isn't a slut, or interested in sex with everything cute that moves. She has standards, and is even a bit of a closet romantic. She wouldn't mind finding someone nice to ...continue her quests with...maybe someone strong and handsome, someday! It could get really mushy from there, but just suffice to say she has her ideals, and while she doesn't mind playing the field a little, she has an eventual potential goal in mind. And while romance and dreams are important, it's been drilled into her, however gently by those around her that there are far more important things out there to worry about than finding a lover.

Still, that won't stop her from being eternally curious and the type to ask a thousand questions about something seemingly simple that she has no outward knowledge of (be it personal or otherwise at times). The best way to learn, after all, is to be taught by others, meshed with personal experiences, and Méabh is ready to throw herself into this form of thinking for the sake of new knowledge!

...Okay, and perhaps a few red faces.

When it comes to the enemy races, this Draenei believes in approaching with caution. Just because they're enemies, they are to be treated with wary apprehension and distrust, but likely (given a tender heart and a desire to help those less fortunate), if injured, she would be hard-pressed not to help if she at all could. She's not a Horde sympathizer by any means, and carries a healthy dose of mistrust for those of the opposing faction, which might cause her to be more rash than necessary. There are a lot of... "hard feelings" (if not just outright hostility) on both sides, but even the knowledge that in many ways neither side is "right" or "wrong" isn't quite enough to dispel that wariness.

History: For the actual, canon history of the Draenei, please see this. Please bear with any small fail in lorecraft on my part.

Her personal history is as follows.

Méabh was born to Alinu and Iraldir on Draenor, the third-child (long in coming). She was given the beginning foundations by her father to what would become an interest in shamanism, and this was carefully nurtured by both of her loving parents over the next few years. As an infant on Draenor, the Orcs and the Draenei had an odd sort of peace, that didn't blossom into hatred until the Orcs were corrupted. Many of her people lost their lives, and young Méabh herself was injured, and barely escaped with her life, if not for the quick actions of her father. Once more, the Dranei had to flee.

Weary and haggard, the remaining Draenei continued onwards until their crash on Azeroth. Many of the draenei who survived uninjured were quick to venture out to survey their resources, while others who were injured had to stay, and be treated and rehabilitated at the crash sight. Méabh was one of these, tending to her injured father before hesitantly venturing out on her own, farther and farther at the bid of the elders guiding her, to test her own budding powers and to learn more for herself about life on this new planet. Méabh had managed to make a few friends, even being invited into a Guild with a few Night Elves she considers to be almost like kin.
Specific Abilities: These are her canon abilities as a level 15 shaman. Feel free to restrain/negate any of them you wish!

- Gift of the Naaru: This is a racial ability that grants Méabh the ability to heal someone from a moderate amount of injuries. It isn't an exceptionally powerful gift, but a useful one, all the same.
- Lightning Bolt: Casts a bolt of lightning. Not very strong, more of a painful annoyance than anything.
- Earth Shock: Another manner of self-defense, dealing enough damage to briefly stun someone
- Flame Shock: A rather painful, if short-lived and not very strong fire attack
- Flametongue Weapon: A manner of temporarily imbuing her weapon with fire for added attack power
- Lightning Shield: Temporarily shields Méabh with lightning
- Ancestral Spirit: Resurrecting the dead (fully willing to have this one taken away at will!)
- Healing Wave: Another form of healing that can help aid herself or comrades

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