Name: Atric Amistill
Professions: Ex-miner, wanderer, hero
Family/Marital Status: A twing brother, single
Current Home: Whatever Tavern he falls asleep in
FlagRSP User: (yes/no) Nope
Brief Physical Description: A short muscular Dwarf, with grey skin and reddish brown eyes. His beard, reaching down to his waist, is braided, with iron bands around it. His hair is dark, with a small ponytail at the back. He has various Wildhammer tattoos, which are covered by his armor (ingame excuse). His hands are caliced, and his skin is scarred from the mines and Troggs.
Brief Character History: Atric does not know where he was born, he remembers a dark metal place, but that's about it. His next memory, is that of Ironforge. He had to work at childhood, his mom was no help, and he left her at a young age. He had never met his father, though he never wanted to either. He had forged his own life, and eventually made it into the mines.
After a horrible mining accident, from Gnomish explosives, he was buried under tons of rock for weeks. He dug his way out , only to find a group of Wildhammer scouting the area. This was a short time before they joined the Alliance, but they were nice enough to tend to his wounds, and let him rest. But, after learning of his predicament they brought him back to the Hinterlands, where they let him stay. He learned the ways of Shamanism, and lived a peaceful life.
When he heard about going back to Ironforge he was resentful, but he trudged onward. When he got home, he went back to the mines, his communication with the Earth helped him in working with the rock, and finding the right laces to search. The elements allowed it, so long as they mined with care, and did not carelessly defile their lands.
He thinks he has everything worked out... He's wrong. His father was a Dark Iron, and many, many other secrets as well.
A Typical Quote: "Drunk!? I'll show ye' drunk!"