Name: Penthesilia Brightbloom
Race: Tauren
Gender: Female
Age: As I'm not sure of Tauren aging scales, let's just say she's a young lady.
Professions: Herbalist, Alchemist, Gardener
Affiliations: Sunfist Tribe, The Horde
Occupation: Druid (Self-proclaimed Druid of the Sun)

Guild History: None. The Sunfist Tribe is still not technically a guild, and it's Penthy's first.
Hometown: The Moonglade.
Interests: ...
Likes: Plants, animals
Dislikes: ...
Theme Song(s): ...
Quotes: ...


Bio:
Penthesilia Brightbloom ("Penthy" or "Penth" to her friends, though she despises "Pen")
is a quiet sort, most of the time. She's small and weak as Tauren go, but she doesn't
let that stop her. She instead finds her own sense of balance in the powers of nature.

Penthy was always a loner. She never felt as though she truly fit in among her fellow
Tauren. She felt alone, though not outcast. Welcome, but not... family. She knew something
was missing. She spent a lot of time with plants and animals, feeling closer to them than to
her own kind.

Until, that is, she met Hlali Sunfist.

Hlali told her of the Sunfist Tribe, a tribe of Tauren that was lost. It was Hlali's task to
find the members of this lost tribe, and reinstate them. Penthesilia couldn't believe her
ears at first, and thought her strange... until Hlali told her that she, too, was part of
this tribe, and extended her hand as a sister.

Penthesilia's heart leapt, and she didn't know why. She accepted with a measure of haste and
glee, and drank in all the information Hlali could give her. The Sunfist tribe was so called
for a reason. The Sun was their patron, as much as Elune was to the Kaldorei.

Immediately, Penthesilia knew that everything she'd learned somehow clashed. After much
time spent in meditation, she decided that she would live primarily for the Sunfist Tribe.
For her people. To that end, she began attempting to practice Druidic magic that focused not
on the Moon, but on the Sun. She keeps these powers a secret from other druids, and in truth
their effects are quite similar, but it holds a deep meaning for her.

Yet, she has not turned her back on the moon goddess. Though she holds a higher regard for
the Sun, the Moon is just as much a part of nature. But the sun fills her with a warmth, a
fiery passion and a burning drive. The moon is soothing, cool, and calm. She believes that
only by using both can she consider herself - or any other - a true druid.

As far as she knows, Penthesilia is the only Druid of the Sun, and she does not yet feel
skilled enough to train others in the methods that she is still only beginning to uncover.


It took her some time to come out of her "shrinking violet" self, but Penthesilia has now
devoted herself to helping Hlali find the rest of their lost tribe. After all, how can she
belong to a tribe that is only a few members strong? Surely, there must be more out there.
She intends to find them.


At some point in her meditation, a single flower sprouted from beneath Penthesilia's mane.
It grew around her left horn, and appears to hold some level of sentience. Penthy doesn't
understand where the flower came from or why, but it has cheered her up on many occasions.


Penthesilia has a habit of falling into infectious rhyme during emotional extremes.

Goals:


Possible RP "ins:"