Aimen

Information

Player: Heitrusan

Character Full Name: Aimen Elmor

Character In-Game Name: Aimen

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): Only to himself and those who follow his cause. He does follow the laws of the Alliance when near guards and such, he isn't an idiot.

Race: Human

Class: Warlock

Age: 48

Sex: Male

Hair: Orange hair tied back into a pony tail

Eyes: Black, his pupils are black as well

Weight: 132

Height: 6'1

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Appearance

He usually wears a robe, nothing special. He wears hats, hoods, anything that would help suffice through the weather at the time and area. He always carries a satchel with him that holds his materials.

Other: He walks around aimlessly, aiming to find those to teach and convert. He has scars all over his upper body, and they seem to be carved into symbols, characters. His lower body is clean.

Personality

Aimen is a cruel killer at heart. He lives only to see those near him suffer as he watches them walk down the path he opened as he closes all the others. On the outside, he is a kind teacher that everyone would easily like. He holds his second personality in order to attract those and lure them into what they believe is happiness, but only a path of corruption. At best, most would be able to describe him as someone that is a bastard, a man of true evil as he creates emotional scars rather than physical ones. He believes that being able to manipulate those to his whim and make them see the teen they created as they followed his words is his own utopia.

History

Aimen was born near Stormwind, in Elwynn, with only a mother as his father abandoned them as he came into the world. Before the Third war even came, Aimen Elmor lived in a small cottage home with his loving mother, who took well care of him for the price of her own. She acted as a 'used' woman for a man that supported them, but used her as only for his pleasure. He was a drunk and abusive man that controlled much of their lives. Although Aimen had to live with this kind of handicap, he did well in studying small books his mother bought for him at a nearby town. Aimen grew excited that he could learn so much things from a single book, but was saddened by the fact that he could only get one once a year, only on his birthday. Only when he began to relax from all his work on the fields and studying afterwards did the First War begin.

When the war came around, they hid in their cellar, which was hidden under a rug. There, he kept hitting his mother and soon, while Aimen was only sleeping in his room, ended up killing her. Aimen walked into the room, only to find out and as soon as he did, he was tied to a chair and then began the etching of symbols within the very book her read from. Later that night, Aimen awoke from his torture to find the captor dead and a robed figure looking straight at him. He heard him mutter, "Child.. You will be with me.. But not today.. For today is not the day we shall truly be together." He threw him a knife and left. Aimen escaped only a few hours later, thinking of a way out, he fell over and cut the rope, making his way towards the entrance.

A month passed and as it did, Aimen arrived at Stormwind. He lived there for only a few days when the Orcs arrived at the gates and began their assault. He was then saved by the very man that saved his life, but in different clothing. He was not recognizable during that time, but after a few days, he revealed himself to the child. It may have been pure luck or just unlucky that the man was a Warlock. Aimen was taught many things, though not very good at first, began to slowly grasp the idea. This was lucky to him as he began to learn the history behind something, but unlucky do to the fact that he can't spread any of his ideas and teachings onwards until he feels he can take a trust worthy apprentice. Afterwards, the Third War came, and after many years, he avoided much of it by hiding himself in Elwynn Forest. Soon, his master left him to let him carry out his own decisions, which leaves him today, near Goldshire, doing what he wished to do. To teach and to finally show others his pain..

Story

" 'Mother.... What have you done to her, vile wrench?! Have at thee and draw your blade!' He attacked with vicious flurry as the father backed away. The father tripped as he barely blocked the dagger with his mug and fell over the bed. The child charged and slammed into his side and began to stab the stomach over and over again. 'Die, die, die! Suffer thy pain for thy mother is within the heavens and let thee suffer in the pits of below!' Blood splattered the walls as the child continued to gash the man. His eye-" "Stop it, stop! It's too scary!"

"Of course child.. You di-"

"Abigale?! What the hell are you doing?! Get your ass down here and fix me something to eat! You spend too much time with that damned child of yours! Hurry up!"

Aimen holds his blanket as if his life depended on it. "Mother.. Please stay.. I'm scared.." Abigale shook her head as she removed his hand from hers. "I.. I can't, Aimen.. You know what will happen if I stay here if Donovan yells.. It will only be a bit longer before we get our own home and live together by ourselves! You won't have to worry about Donovan and him hitting me or y-"

"ABIGALE! WHAT DID I SAY?!" Abigale hurries down the stairs as Aimen cried out. "Mother, don't leave me!"

Some time after.

Aimen awoke hearing pounding against his wall. He slowly crept out of bed and walked towards the noise. He heard only gasping as he came closer, and closer next door. He stops as he reaches it and as he does, so does the banging. An eerie silence crept through as he opened the door, letting out a quiet creek. In a low voice, Aimen calls out, "Mother.. Where are you.. I'm scared.." He looks for the lamp, only to trip as he does. "Ahh!" He falls over something and lands on a soft object. He grasps it and as he does, he feels a face. ".. Mother..?" Horrified, he backs up, hitting the wall hard as he kept trying to move back. "No.. No!" He curls up into a ball, repeating 'no' over and over again. He saw it with his own eyes. His mother was not breathing, bruised, and cold. "Shut up.. I didn' think I let ya cry, brat!" He kicks Aimen and kicks and kicks and kicks, an end nowhere to be seen. Aimen falls to the floor, unconscious. A few hours he wakes up tied to a chair. His mouth filled with cloth, and gagged as he tried to yell out for help. He tried to move his hands, but he cried out in pain as they were also tied tightly. He stares, horrified as Donovan walks up to him.

" 'Mother.... What have you done to her, vile wrench?! Have at thee and draw your blade!' He attacked with vicious flurry as the father backed away. The father tripped as he barely blocked the dagger with his mug and fell over the bed. The child charged and slammed into his side and began to stab the stomach over and over again. 'Die, die, die! Suffer thy pain for thy mother is within the heavens and let thee suffer in the pits of below!' Blood splattered the walls as the child continued to gash the man. His eye staring into the distance. 'An thou be with the devil and thy demons shall be here, nay they wilt be carved into thy skin!' " Donovan takes swig of his mug as he laughs at the story. "That's right, kid. This is what your gonna be, a demon.. I'll make ya into one!" He grins as he walks up to Aimen and began to carve into his skin with a small blade. Aimen couldn't scream as the cloth disabled his ability to scream and used a torch to seal the carvings. "Hurts don' it.. Just like yer mom.. Ya got her eyes.. All black, like a demon.. Hic! I'll make ya into one right now! I'll carve some evil things onto ya, but dun ya worry, nobody will know these things." Aimen closed his eyes as the pain rolled on. He suddenly awoke to see Donovan's body, dead. He turns to see a robed man holding a small knife. He holds out a hand. "Child.. You will be with me.. But not today.. For today is not the day we shall truly be together." He leaves the room, Aimen still tied up.

A robed man closes the book and looks at the young man across from him. The young man asked, "Why did ya stop? It was getting to intense!" The robed man grinned, "If I told you the whole book.. Would it not take too long? I mean.. That was only the beginning, and there are over a thousands of tales to tell from here." The young man frowned and decided to ask for his name. The robed figure stood up and placed his hood over his head. As he walked towards the entrance of the inn, the man stopped him by holding his shoulder. "I think it's rude if ya don't tell me, ya know?" The robed man places a hand on the man's. He slides it off and as he walks out into the pouring rain, he looks at him and leaves him with an unusual smile. "Aimen Elmor, wanderer and teacher.. It's been a pleasure."

" 'Here they come! Take your positions!' A row of footmen gathered at the entrance of the gate and placed their shields in front of them, their archers right behind them, bows strung. 'Do not let them take this kingdom! Archers, take aim!' Aimen watched from a distance in awe as he holds his robe close to him. He gnaws on his piece of bread and walked to a bowman. He pulled on his leg, only to receive a harsh shove. 'What are you doing, child?! Get further into the city before the monste-' 'Fire!' The bowman quickly turned his head and let his arrow go, flying in unison with the rain of darkness. Aimen runs back, still watching, but suddenly runs into what looked like a homeless man. He turns towards him and smiles. 'Come child.. You should not be here.' Aimen takes his hand as he does not have anywhere else to go. 'Where are we headed, sir?' The man does not reply and continues to pull him towards the inner part of Stormwind. He suddenly goes into a small home and locks the door. Aimen scratches his head as he seems to recognize the man. 'Sir.. What.. Where are we?' He moves a rug to reveal a small door on the floor. 'Come child, it's safe in here.' The child enters the small chamber, walking down the steps. '[Low] Child.. The Orcs aren't going to be your problem today.. Today.. You will be my own and my successor... I have not saved you for nothing. Today.. Today is when you will represent those characters drawn upon your skin.' Aimen turns around, 'Did you mutter something?' The man smiles, 'No, just move, we'll need to make haste today.'

Aimen closes his book as he looks up. He grins at the children around him. 'The child was safe under the man's protection and trained to become a wonderful teacher!' A fiery little boy stood up yelling, 'That's the lamest ending I've heard of in a story!' The other children begin to agree, speaking louder. Aimen raises a hand, silencing all the kids. 'Youngsters'.. I never promised an epic with an amazing ending did I? I just wanted you to realize a story that follows a true person.' The same child replies, 'And who was that story about then? He sounds kind of boring.' 'Why.. It's only me, your teacher, Aimen.' The child suddenly looks away, as if sad. 'I-I didn't mean to.. Ma-' 'It's fine. I never said I had a fantastic story, but I hope all of you will meet your own destiny that will truly enthrall your inner sense of adventure. You know what? I think I'll treat you all to something sweet, how 'bout it?' The children cheer in excitement. 'Come then. I shall take you to my home and lead you to my -own- chamber.' He chuckles and turns as the children follow him. He grins as he walks toward his home. 'Yes.. A chamber full of secrets and plenty of my own -sweets-' "

Aimen stretches as he stands. "That was too much of a story.. Have you fallen asleep, Chelsey?" Snuggled comfortably under her sheets, she did not make a noise. "I guess so... For today I shall leave you with just this." He places a few books on the desk next to her bed. Her father enters the room. "It's probably best you leave now." Aimen nods. He leaves the house and looks back as he places his hood on. "Today, you live.. The next, you may not be so lucky."