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Edited by Zoogie on 11/22/2010 3:20 AM PST
80 Undead Death Knight
Edited by Gomez on 11/22/2010 3:17 AM PST
Name: Labrae Benen
Job/Profession: Engineer, enchanter, chef, soap maker
Physical Description: Labrae abuses magic and potions to keep herself mostly intact. Any rot she has is well hidden under clothes and makeup. She's a petite thing, standing at only about 5 feet tall.
Personality Description: Bubbly and goofy, lighthearted and loving. Labrae is everything her fellow Forsaken hate. Maybe it's because she's nuts, completely nuts. The living don't seem to notice, but the dead sure do.
General Notes: Raises pigs, fights crime in a costume, drinks like a fish. Did I mention she's crazy?
Unusual Notes: Has a daughter from life that she's raising on her own. Constant fear of having the child confiscated by the living forces her to keep her in hiding often.
Secrets: Can't pronounce 'dwarf'. Was blind in life, and sometimes loses her supernatural eyesight when weakened or exhausted. Obsessed with shadow magic, and feels like it holds the key to reversing the curse of undeath. Little does she know, it's slowly corrupting her.
History: Labrae was born in Westfall, and moved to Brill as a young woman. She remembers very little of life back then, and doesn't like to talk about it much. She married Joseph "Hodmedod" Tillinghast, a horrible being hiding in the body of an elf, and had a child by him. She fell to the plague not long after, but her daughter was spared. Hod was found to be a monster and was killed, and she later remarried a forsaken man, Zanik Benen. These days, she's on her own, focusing on raising her child and making peace between the humans and forsaken.
Current Going-On (if any): With the help of a lasso and Kost, she's finally achieved her dream of riding Borelgore around the Plaguelands. (( http://erajia.com/art/Labrae/Labrae_Borelgore_by_Kost.jpg )) She was recently on a diplomatic vacation in Stormwind and made a great many allies and friends while there.
1 Human Warrior
I'm posting this on a name I have reserved for my new main, a worgen warrior. I have altered the format a bit, but here is his story so far.
Name: Arnulf Varrick. Although, he prefers to be called by his surname because it reminds him of his human bloodline.
Race: Human, Worgen
Job/Profession: Warrior, Blacksmith, Miner
Physical Description: In his human form, he retains the look of his father, Roland Varrick. Brown mid-length hair, green eyes with a proud, yet determined look on his face.
In his worgen form, he carries himself similarly, but gains an aura of intimidation around him. Primarily brown fur with a mix of gray, but mostly he looks like the beast that has cursed his people. A worgen.
Personality Description: He carries a warriors mind-set. Strong-willed, courageous, honorable, wise (although, sometimes acts before thinking) and shows respect. He tries to carry on his parent's discipline, even after becoming worgen.
General Notes: Since the Alliance has begun accepting worgen into their ranks, he has found a new home in Stormwind, and has grown to love the city and it's people.
Now he carries on his father's way of tempering steel for the warriors of Stormwind and hones his skills in controlling his killing instinct for just reasons. For the Alliance!
Unusual Notes: He has a soft-spot for the Night Elf people. After seeing Darkshore in such a terrible state, just after leaving his home city, now taken over by the Forsaken, he felt determind to help them reclaim the former glory of their lands.
Secrets: Thoughts of his mother (Barbara Varrick) and his sister (Sally Varrick) can sometimes make him lose sight of things, resulting in a state of rage he can't fully control.
It reminds him that he has taken on the form of his sister's killer, and that his mother's life, taken by the Forsaken weighs heavily on his guilt.
Edited by Varrick on 11/22/2010 5:47 PM PST
Name: Squeo (trolls dont have last names)
Job/Profession: Mining, Engineering
Physical Description: Lanky, Tall, bad breath
Personality Description: No BS attitude, Scares little kids and always honoring the spirits.
General Notes: ?
Unusual Notes: ?
Secrets: Likes to ride his sandbox tiger whenever no one is looking!!
History: Someone once told me i was related to a nightelf... so i cut off his head.
Current Going-On (if any): Working with goblins right now to figure out how to not blow myself up with there explosives
Name: Destilla (Des for short or nickname: Ball o' Flesh)
Age: Somewhere around 30
Job: Knight of the Ebon Blade, former agent of the Defias
Physical Description: 2 foot 8 inches tall, lean, formally wore clothing made of Defias bandannas. Now wears plate made of saronite, retaining only the hood.
Personality Description: Quiet, sometimes forgets she is 2 foot tall, tough as nails and drinks way to much (Shes dead, who cares?) And has a problem with Bats.
General Notes: 2 foot 7 inches, Can kill just about anything.
Unusual Notes: Eats Non-stop, sits alone on the docks often.
Secrets: Only one she has revealed is she is allergic to banannas.
History: Killed by scourge as she was on a misson, in which her father shrank her to complete. When she returned a year later, she discovered that he had been hanged. She killed hundreds for revenge. She wandered until she was welcomed at the Lakeshire militia, and has remained there ever since.
Name: Sylvanda Sharpleaf Drifting of StarWander
Age: Young for Kal'dorei, but hard times make for fast growth.
Gender: Very female
Freelance Druid tending the common folk. An extremely adept healer, Syl's herbs and potions serve the peasants well, and when Wild Growth and a dense emberweave bandage won't do she'll settle with raking claws.
Medical skill has prevented scars. Her hair is a verdant with blue highlights, usually in a loose ponytail. She wears sharp tear streak makeup. Blithely unconscious of her beauty and grace, she likes to dress casually, but often goes from battlefield to inn dressed for war.
Capable of the vast wrath and sudden mirth of youth, she can be silly but tries to prove herself. "Syl" is fascinated by people and cultures, and the beauty and grandeur of Azeroth. She's travelled every continent, and is known in Elwynn and Dun Morogh, Ogri'la and Scholazar. She hopes to teach future generations to care for the lands she hopes to see peaceful again soon... She camps at the Argent Tournament, fostering goodwill between races with a good-natured trouncing. She's recently renounced Elune's moonkin form to focus on a more feral war, but will always miss the touch of sun and moon.
Sylvanda accumulates pets. She's been seen with a fawn following her as she walks through the streets on an albino dragon.
Her only claim to fame is the speed commanders of the Alliance have come to trust and depend on her. She has proven herself in the Crusade, and her squire will happily tell her exploits from his pony, though she may set him an errand to prevent bragging.
She is against the war with the Horde. There are enough threats for the people of Azeroth. She tells of hunting turtles in Alterac with a Tauren; neither spoke the other's language, but with courtesy and gestures, both benefitted from cooperation.
None. She avoids discussing her age - Kal'dorei beauty is timeless, so some assume hundreds or thousands; if they think her wiser than she is, she doesn't object.
She's too young to assume her brief history is important enough to tell.
You can't spend all your time in battles and missions. We all need a drink, time with friends...maybe even romance. Syl hopes to expand her social circle, to meet capable folk she could recommend and even run missions with, but likes younger people of any race or gender. Still, she's trying to do her part in the war, even if she's against it.
Edited by Sylvanda on 3/17/2011 11:11 AM PDT
Name: Famadin of the Senjin
Age: Middle Aged
Job/Profession: Mercenary, Guide, Assassin, Whatever the needs of the Voljin,
Physical Description: Tall for a Troll, with sharp pointy tusks. Entire body is encased in armor as he proudly displays whatever guild tabard he is currently aligned with.
Personality Description: He is calm and cool. Patience is a virtue that he has in abundance. This is what led him to be a hunter. He is one with the arrow and can line up a shot for as long as he needs. Unflappably calm in even the most dire of situations.
General Notes: He aligns himself with whatever guild has need of a very deadly hunter. This causes him to switch allegiances often as soon as a guild has no need of him. He will move on to find the better deal as often as needed. He can be the fiercest of friends or the deadliest of enemies.
Unusual Notes: He considers himself the greatest hunter to have ever lived. Those who have had the pleasure of seeing him action usually agree.
Secrets: None. What you see is what you get.
History: When growing up he was engaged in fierce battles with the alliance in the great battlefields of Warsong, Arathi, and Alterac. He soon grew tired of the endless fighting and retired from the Military with the rank of Legionnaire. He only responds to the battlefield when asked personally by Voljin. He was born clanless, as a baby he was found on the beaches of durotar, close to echo isles. The villagers of Senjin raised him and he claims that above all else. He caught the attention of Voljin has a young troll in the battlefields and since then has worked numerous missions for the great chief. Those who have seen his ability with a bow are left impressed and fearful. He has thought of one day finding out who his parents are and why they would abandon him.
Current Going-On (if any): He is currently retired and residing wherever his feet take him. Constant traveler awaiting word from Voljin. Has aligned himself with Errant Pride and hopes satisfy the Warboss.
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