Clan Medicinal Expert, forager, resident grumpy old man in the body of a young adult.



Entering a small cavern carved into the dry, rocky surface of the Greatwyrm's Breach, you see a Tundra lounging about. Dried herbs and clay pots litter the space around him, and his focus is on anything but you. With a huff his eyes snap to the entrance where you stand, expression contorting into a grimace.

"What do you want?"

Hatched in a small clan situated in the Everbloom Gardens, Kiedis grew up under the wings and watchful eyes of his parents. Finding a love for herbalism and medicine early on in life, he spent his adolescent years mastering his skill to help those in need.

Once coming of age, Kiedis made the hard decision to leave the fertile, lush lands of the Veridian Labyrinth and his loving clan behind. Opting to explore the lands beyond his home. He was eventually brought into The Horde graciously, his knowledge of medicine an invaluable asset Vaal could not let slip away.

The sun rising over the horizon sent light bouncing into the open mouth of a small cavern. Rays of light catching on the fur of a sleeping Tundra. Wincing slightly at the bright intrusion, Kiedis groans in annoyance. Pushing himself up, he blinks his bleary eyes as he takes a moment to collect his sluggish thoughts. Face falling into an annoyed, grumpy frown, he drags himself from his comfortable sleeping spot and begins his day as always.

Gathering his important gear; a leafy garb of his homeland and an empty herb pouch lazily tied around his waist, he sets out. As he moves further away from his cavern, he happens across ***INSERT FUTURE CHARACER HERE***, a hyperactive youngster of the clan. The appearance of the clumsy kid only deepens his grumpy expression, and his voice rings out gruffly to her, further expressing his displeasure.

"What did you hurt this time? It better not be another sprained wing."