Falaron

Appearance
A Night Elf of a typical height and sporting a healthy skin complexion; Falaron bears a modicum of scars and minor cuts, most of which are clearly inflicted by claws and fangs, and displays an overall weathered look. In his Elven form, he moves with relaxed strides, only seldom conducting superflous exertions or gestures.

As far as attire implies, he is a Druid of the Talon; something which is hinted as well by his many hours spent as a Storm Crow - observing the goings on of sapient and wild creatures alike from above or peeking through the veiling leaves of a tree.

Background
Born in Ashenvale some two-thousand years ago, Falaron enjoyed a somewhat peaceful childhood among loving parents and siblings - peril at its worst presenting itself in the shape of the odd bear or wolf attack. Ever since young age, he found himself intrigued by the wilds; an infatuation that often times led him to abscond from his parents' home and explore the nearby woods and observe its wild inhabitants. Though nature and its many creatures fascinated him, the focal point of his interest was the many species of birds that roamed the forest - thriving not through brute strength, nor an asserted prescense as a top predator; but as an omnivorous opportunist, employing cunning and quickness in place of direct confrontation.

It was a surprise to none when he voluntarily became a pupil, studying under the tutelage of a local Druid Shan'do. Through years upon years of training and practice -- strenuous extertions and fear-conquering -- he became a Druid of the Talon; patrolling the forest - providing his service as a scout to the local Sentinels, and learning the way of the avian whose shape and essence he had adopted. As the years lapsed by, conflict stirred the tranquility of Falaron's life; the War of the Shifting sands had come about. Having proven an excellent scout in the past, he volunteered to retake this role; only this time, bringing himself in far greater danger than earlier in his career as an intel gatherer.

The majority of his assignments consisted of assessing the Qiraji's numbers from far above; and disposing off the odd airborne insectoid interloper. As the war progressed, Falaron became hardened; experiencing the horrors wrought by war first hand, witnessing his compatriots torn to shred on the battlefield while he was confined to the skies; far out of reach from salvation.

As the Qiraji were pushed back and incarcerated among the dunes of Silithus; Falaron wasted no time in returning to Ashenvale - the war had drained him physically as well as mentally. He longed for the peace of his homeland. Upon his return to Ashenvale, he found himself changed; strife had honed his skills, and he had grown both as a person and as a Druid. Through troubled contemplation, he made the decision to once again leave his home, albeit, not physically, and entered the Emerald Dream to further develop his Druidic talent.