((Found a document I started but never finished, when I tried to write up a story to explain the RP change in my character. So I'm going to try to do so here. I'm not much of a writer though (not in my eyes at least), so bear with me as I stumble through the sections as I unravel some of the mysterious of my character))
Philosophy of Life
Among all things known to the worlds, there is a philosophy. Something deep rooted, shared by all, the Philosophy of Life. To many this is often referred to as a Tree Hugger, that is those that follow it. But no, more common it is followed by those of druidic origin and druidic intent. Such a philosophy is to seek life and preserve it. To take what is present and keep it in place, to allow it to flourish and grow. One looks at the world and understands that life is greater than death, for in death there is nothing and by being… there is anything.
Druids are in Azeroth. This is not news to anyone. Some are hidden, some are sleeping in a dream beyond nightmares unable to awake, some have awoken on their own, others with the help of companions and some more simply have existed. But then there is one. One that came to this world from another; filled with a philosophy, a philosophy filled with life. A body crafted, a body formed, it shaped into a Tauren. He would lie where he began, knowing his name but nothing more. He knew…. That he was called Trilok. Just…Trilok. Had he just awaken? Had he always been? Is this a dream or is this reality? “It must have been The Dream, I must have awoken from it!” was the conclusion.
Free to live his life, he quickly became a master crafter in the arts of Leatherworking. Taking the hides of fallen beasts he would release their spirits so they could move on. Before they would, he spoke to them, thanking them for their assistance. His knowledge grew, both of the lands and of the craft. But this philosophy of his, it too would bear witness among others. In the bluffs a debate was taking place. Taurens from all around Azeroth met to discuss the newest topic. The Forsaken. Were they to be trusted? Were they fit to be allies? Friends to nature they were not.. unlike Tauren, far from nature like Druids. He came to the conclusion as a philosophy, they are living. They may have once been created artificially, but now they are ‘born’ everyday. They are alive in some form, and if nature intended them to not be, then they would not be. He found himself among the horde, learning the threats of the world.
Who Am I? - Philosophy of Life by Trilok
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Philosophy of Man.
Venturing around, he was never alone. Where ever he went there was aspirit to guide him, a spirit to speak to him, a whisper in the wind toalert him. But to everyone he met, he was seen alone. When he met thealliance, the spirits did not aid him in battle, they could not, theyhad not the form to do so. His philosophy was lost on Man. They wouldcontinue to strike him down, but each time he would rise again, hisarmor spoke or battle, but his body never did. Torn armor, shreddedpants, patches were applied to repair them, but only to the gear, neverthe skin. He found himself striking back, felling the ‘alliance’ of manat every glance. Showing them the same mercy they have shown him.
Why was he here? If to preserve all that was, he was failing. AGuardian. He must have been a Guardian. Awoken from the dream to guardsomething or someone. But even still, if he had been in the dream whydoes his memories elude him? Why does he remember nothing? Surely therewas something to him before, wasn’t there? Nothing, not now, maybelater.
Alone to fight his newfound enemy, Trilok found himself weak. He soughtout help, not simply a companion to from this land or the next, but afoundation. He found himself an organization. One that acted much likehe had been acting as of late, annihilating those in the alliance ofman. Soon the Tauren found himself wearing the tabard of The Grim. Theywould speak off the war, they would speak of things that needed to bedone, and how they would be the ones to do it.
A new philosophy came to mind, something he called the Philosophy ofMan. Unlike the earth which grew and flourished, man had other ideas.This ideal was to win. To be the only one. If man was to exist, then itwas to be on top holding all the power commanding all else. His newguild shared this philosophy only instead of holding all the power,they were removing the competition.
Though the philosophy was wrong it all felt somehow right. Once more hewondered if he really knew where he had come and why. To preserve…something. To stop others, stop them… nothing. Were ‘they’ (whomever‘they’ were) to be nothing? To be put down? Nothing was making sense,only that his world was filled with Philosophies.
Venturing around, he was never alone. Where ever he went there was aspirit to guide him, a spirit to speak to him, a whisper in the wind toalert him. But to everyone he met, he was seen alone. When he met thealliance, the spirits did not aid him in battle, they could not, theyhad not the form to do so. His philosophy was lost on Man. They wouldcontinue to strike him down, but each time he would rise again, hisarmor spoke or battle, but his body never did. Torn armor, shreddedpants, patches were applied to repair them, but only to the gear, neverthe skin. He found himself striking back, felling the ‘alliance’ of manat every glance. Showing them the same mercy they have shown him.
Why was he here? If to preserve all that was, he was failing. AGuardian. He must have been a Guardian. Awoken from the dream to guardsomething or someone. But even still, if he had been in the dream whydoes his memories elude him? Why does he remember nothing? Surely therewas something to him before, wasn’t there? Nothing, not now, maybelater.
Alone to fight his newfound enemy, Trilok found himself weak. He soughtout help, not simply a companion to from this land or the next, but afoundation. He found himself an organization. One that acted much likehe had been acting as of late, annihilating those in the alliance ofman. Soon the Tauren found himself wearing the tabard of The Grim. Theywould speak off the war, they would speak of things that needed to bedone, and how they would be the ones to do it.
A new philosophy came to mind, something he called the Philosophy ofMan. Unlike the earth which grew and flourished, man had other ideas.This ideal was to win. To be the only one. If man was to exist, then itwas to be on top holding all the power commanding all else. His newguild shared this philosophy only instead of holding all the power,they were removing the competition.
Though the philosophy was wrong it all felt somehow right. Once more hewondered if he really knew where he had come and why. To preserve…something. To stop others, stop them… nothing. Were ‘they’ (whomever‘they’ were) to be nothing? To be put down? Nothing was making sense,only that his world was filled with Philosophies.
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Philosophies.
Trilok originally came with the Philosophy of Life. He sought topreserve, though all things fought back, and in time would strike himdown. He found himself fighting back, and found the Philosophy of Man,learning to be on top not on bottom. Every word that came from hismouth sounded of that of any philosopher. Taking what seemed simple tomost and explaining it in a sense that made it deeper than it shouldbe. He was Just. He was Noble. He was Caring. Yet, he followed with agroup that went against these natures. Even each philosophy of which hespoke was lost among many. Turned down by others. More asking simplywhy he was with The Grim. He sought the blood of the alliance, that wasenough for the leader. The thirst existed, and whatever he had told theleader during his interview had held it all together like the seamskept his pants in working order. Even frayed, they were still pants,and so was his answer given. What he told… was what was needed to besaid. It always did make him laugh realizing the irony in what he haddone, a joke known to himself, a joke he could never share with others.
One philosophy to the next, his thoughts were as ambiguous to others ashis purpose was to himself. Still he spoke, becoming a mountain ofinformation, becoming the eyes to a new way of sight, a new way to seethe world and those living within it. He was in the right place. Histhoughts were in the right place. His wants were in the right place.And yet he still did not know why. And so he continued, continued towonder.
Trilok originally came with the Philosophy of Life. He sought topreserve, though all things fought back, and in time would strike himdown. He found himself fighting back, and found the Philosophy of Man,learning to be on top not on bottom. Every word that came from hismouth sounded of that of any philosopher. Taking what seemed simple tomost and explaining it in a sense that made it deeper than it shouldbe. He was Just. He was Noble. He was Caring. Yet, he followed with agroup that went against these natures. Even each philosophy of which hespoke was lost among many. Turned down by others. More asking simplywhy he was with The Grim. He sought the blood of the alliance, that wasenough for the leader. The thirst existed, and whatever he had told theleader during his interview had held it all together like the seamskept his pants in working order. Even frayed, they were still pants,and so was his answer given. What he told… was what was needed to besaid. It always did make him laugh realizing the irony in what he haddone, a joke known to himself, a joke he could never share with others.
One philosophy to the next, his thoughts were as ambiguous to others ashis purpose was to himself. Still he spoke, becoming a mountain ofinformation, becoming the eyes to a new way of sight, a new way to seethe world and those living within it. He was in the right place. Histhoughts were in the right place. His wants were in the right place.And yet he still did not know why. And so he continued, continued towonder.