Aalven

=Physical Description=
 * Appearance: Aalven stands massive by Tauren standards, nearly reaching nine feet tall and packed with muscle. His mane and beared have grown wild and unkempt from the months traversing the frigid northlands, kept in check only by the trio of thickly woven braids that dot his chin and neck. Puncturing through both of his nostrils is a hearty gold loop, much heavier then it would appear. Tiny script flows along the inner curve, too minute to read. His eyes match the mottled gold splendor of that single piece of jewelery.

Garbed as he is in the trappings of the Arch Druid Runetotem, garments crafted from a menagerie of Northrend animals. Etched with symbols of of power and allegiance to the Earth Mother and Ysera herself, he is rather easy to spot in a crowd. What visible fur is black and mostly wrapped in a multitude of various bandages, some fresh and others stained. Being confused with one of the infamous Grimtotem is not uncommon for him.

Normally clutched tightly in his hand is his choice of walking impliment, a heavy staff carved from the dead wood of the failed world tree Vordrassil topped by the intact skull of a great shoveltusk stag. A gift from the Highlord of the Argent Crusade himself for taking part in the great battles of the Crusader's Coliseum.

=Personality= Aalven is quiet and reclusive beyond what most would consider the norm for Tauren. Speech only comes when he deems required, preferring a simple nod or other gesture for acknowledgement. Superiors have described him as dependable and fearless in dire situations but not one they would invite back to the taverns to drink and boast. Often he will turn inwards, seeking assistance not from others but from within.

=History= Born into the Raincaller tribe, his weaning years were unremarkable save for his distinct ability to stand out amongst his peers. Not by his tenacity or skill but by the simple fact of his difference. Even before he attempts the Rites of the Earth Mother, it was obvious Aalven was to become one with nature and the path of the Druid.

With the threats at home lessening, he was dispatched to Northrend to aide in the renewed assault against The Scourge. Delving into the strongholds of the evils of the cold north, every victory brings hope but takes a little more of his soul in exchange.