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NOOTS
« The Misty Wind of Elune »
Mistweaver Monk • Guardian of Souls • Undisputed Arena Champion
Night Elf • Server Elune (EU)
The Birth of a Legend
In the eternal mists of Teldrassil, long before the flames of war devoured the World Tree, a soul destined to transcend the limits of possibility was born. Noots, a child blessed by Elune herself, carried within him the mark of the ancients — that of warriors whose names resonate through the ages.
From a young age, the masters of the Peak of Serenity Monastery recognized an extraordinary gift in him. Where others saw a simple novice, they beheld the very incarnation of healing mist. His hands, guided by divine grace, wove vital energies with a precision that even the oldest Mistweavers had never achieved.
When Noots lays his hands on the dying, death itself retreats, ashamed to have dared approach.
But make no mistake, noble reader. Behind this facade of benevolent healer hides a ruthless warrior. For in the arenas of Azeroth, Noots knows only one law: absolute victory.
The Quest for 3000
The Bloody Ascent to Eternal Glory
The arenas of Gadgetzan tremble. The stands of Nagrand fall silent. For when Noots enters the combat circle, even the most seasoned veterans feel their blood run cold.
18,177 honorable victims litter his path to glory. Each soul fallen to his blows was a step climbed toward the summit: 3000 rating points, that mythical threshold that only the chosen ones reach. Noots crossed it. Twice.
In 2v2, his opponents quickly learn that mercy does not exist in Noots' vocabulary. In 3v3, he orchestrates destruction with the precision of a legendary war commander.
Towards 20,000...
The 3000 was not a goal. It was a prophecy.
And Noots fulfilled it.
The Titan Slayer
How a Monk Made the Old Gods Tremble
In the abyssal depths of the Nerub-ar Palace, where even the light of Elune dares not penetrate, Noots led his companions to victories that the chroniclers of Azeroth still call "impossible".
The eight nerubian lords fell one after another. Queen Anub'arash herself, whose millennial reign seemed eternal, discovered that against Noots' determination, no carapace is thick enough, no poison virulent enough.
Nerub-ar Palace
The Fall of the Spider Lords
« The Nerubians learned that death can come in the form of mist. »
Liberation of Undermine
The Goblin Revolution
« Even Goblins have a price. This one was their lives. »
Manaforge Omega
The Heart of Infinity
« Arcane energy itself bows. »
Power Incarnate
Numbers That Defy Understanding
« Immortal »
« Omniscient »
« Swift »
« Perfect »
The Hero's Equipment
Each piece tells a victory
Weapon
Helmet
Shoulders
Chest
Cloak
Bracers
Gloves
Belt
Legs
Boots
Necklace
Ring
Trinket
They were touched by his grace
True stories. Changed lives.
I was at 2% health, the boss was about to one-shot me. And then, I saw Noots' mist envelop me. My screen went white. My legs trembled. I had to sit down. I had a healer orgasm. My wife asked if I was okay. I told her I had seen God, and he played Mistweaver.
Jouissanceduloot
Warlock DPS, Elune
I raided with Noots for 6 months. I have NEVER seen him use Life Cocoon. Never. One day I dared to ask him why. He looked at me, smiled, and said: 'The cocoon is for those who let their allies fall low. Me, nobody drops below 80%.' I cried. The raid cried. The boss cried.
Cocoonphobe
Death Knight Tank, Elune
His transmogs. My God, his transmogs. Each set is a work of art. The colors, the textures, the harmony... I showed his character to my art history teacher. She said it was 'the Renaissance of the MMO'. I changed my major to study Noots' fashion style. My parents don't understand. Neither do I. But it's beautiful.
Fashionvictim
Transmog Hunter, Elune
The Prophecies
What the stars foretell for this legend
« In the year 2025, Noots will reach such a level of HPS that the healers of all servers will gather to form a cult in his name. The Order of the Healing Mist will be born, and its first commandment will be: "Thou shalt not let thy ally fall below 80%." »
« The prophecy speaks of a day when Noots, tired of carrying his teammates, will create his own class: the Mistweaver Supreme. Blizzard will have no choice but to implement it. Ion Hazzikostas himself will come to ask for his blessing. »
« It is written that in the distant year 2027, Noots will finally reveal his secret: he has been playing with his feet all along. This revelation will shake the foundations of the WoW community. Guides will be rewritten. Keyboards will be reinvented. »
— Written in the Stars by —
The Legend Continues...
Every day, Noots awakens with a single thought: pushing the limits of what is humanly — or elfishly — possible. The 3000 rating? Conquered. The mythic bosses? They tremble at the mention of his name. And somewhere, in the halls of the Pantheon, the Titans themselves whisper with respect:
« This one... this one is different. »
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