Anthon

Information

Player: Ezther

Character Full Name: Anthon Rithwald

Character In-Game Name: Anthon

Nickname(s):

Association(s): former Storwind military

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Hair: Long red-brown hair mostly worn in a ponytail. He also has a short beard and a moustache in the same colour.

Eyes: Light brown

Weight & Height: 209lbs. 6'2 f.

Other: He is mainly trained to fight with a two-hand longsword and a longbow.

Alignment: Neutral good

Beliefs: Anthon believes in the Light as a force within every righteous person and that we have to be true to ourselves and our emotions to keep the Light within us. He also believes that a person needs to be proud, chivalrous and strong. Our actions should be fair and we should always help those who can not help themselves.

Appearance

In combat and in special occasions he prefers to wear mail armour in the colours gold and copper. His clothes and armour are always in neat shape, clean and polished. When he's in more relaxed situations he likes clothes in very bright colours, mainly white.

Personality

Anthon is a very stubborn person and he can forget about everything around him when he has a goal in front of him. He's also very kind and sweet and could never say no to a child or a woman who asks him for help. He's a warm person who enjoys the company of friends and ale. It takes a lot to get him mad, but when he gets there he sees red and can't be stopped unless you overpower him. He cares greatly of justice, and if there is a lack of justice, he feels strongly that vengeance is the only true way to solve it.

History

Anthon grew up with his parents, Ben and Ann Rithwald, in a remote farm in east Westfall. As the nearest village, Moonbrook, was almost a one day trip away, the family survived on what could be found in the forest around them and Ann's garden. Anthon's father taught him to fish, hunt and the daily things which had to be done around the farm, and his mother taught him to read and follow the Light. All in all they were a very happy little family and life continued calmly.

As Anthon grew older, he would follow his father on the few trips he took to Moonbrok, Ann never went with them saying she was too feeble for the trip. When Anthon was at the age of 12, he followed his uncle, on his father's side, on a trip all the way to Stormwind. His uncle was a captain in the army, and very strict, but Anthon didn't mind, he was too fascinated by the new places around him. He's mother had insisted on the journey as she felt it was time he visited the Cathedral in Stormwind. They stayed in the city for one month, and Anthon loved every second of it, even if he became homesick sometimes. On the trip back, when there was only a few miles to the parents' farm, a courier caught up with them, he had orders for Anthon's uncle. After his uncle had read the orders, he turned to Anthon and said the he had to leave, but that the farm was not far and he could get there by himself. Not even waiting for an answer, his uncle turned and was soon gone. Although Anthon was terrified by the dark of the forest after dusk, he hurried forward praying a child's prayer to get home to mother as soon as possible. After what felt like an eternity, he finally saw the contour of the farm in the distance. Overcome with joy he ran the last metres to the house before he saw something which made him stop. All the windows were dark. As if reality caught up with him, he noticed everything that was wrong. The garden was overrun by weeds and seemed to need water, the sheep bleated loudly as if they had not been fed, the whole farm seemed unattended. Now Anthon was beyond scared, he stood still as a statue just outside the door to the farmhouse. A million scary thoughts and scenarios rushed through his mind, but one stuck, his parents might need his help. Clinging to that thought he slowly opened the door and walked into his home. It was dark and cold, but most of all, it was silent. He called out to his parents, but there was no response. As he walked through the house his heart rate increased until he couldn't hear anything but his pulse, he tried to stay calm and ready for anything. But nothing could prepare him for what he saw next.

In his parents' bedroom, his father lay tucked into the bed, his skin was grey and a smell of rot stand around him. Anthon's world shifted, his sight blurred and he fell in darkness. He woke up on the floor, his head hurt and his mouth tasted of blood. He stood up on shaky limbs, but as soon as he saw his father's corpse again and the smell reached his nose he stumbled and emptied the content of his stomach on the floor. Tears ran down from his eyes and his whole body hurt, he kept puking long after his stomach was empty. When he calmed down he wiped his mouth and took the few steps to the bed. He touched his father's arm. It was hard, like thick leather and cold. Anthon fell in a kind of daze, he watched his father without really understanding what happened. His head felt heavy and no thoughts seemed to come through, he felt like he was underwater. When he stepped closer to the head of the bed his foot hit something on the floor. He looked down upon his mother's face.

Five days later some farmers down in Moonbrook met, all of them were concerned that Ben was late for his monthly visit. He'd never been this late before. The morning after one of them, Ben's closest friend, decided to ride up to the farm and make sure everything was alright. As he rode into the farm he could easily see something was wrong, it seemed like no one had been there for weeks. He opened the front door and walked into the house, calling for Ben, Ann and their son, Anthon. He got no answer so he kept searching through the house, feeling the worry grow in is belly. He walked up to the door of Ben and Ann's bedroom. It was slightly open and a foul scent made him turn away his face. He covered his mouth and nose with his shirt and walked into the room. Ben was lying on the bed, by the sight and smell he must have been dead for a while. On the floor was a puddle of what looked like vomit and it seemed someone had stepped in it. He walked to the other side of the bed and his breath stuck in his lungs at the sight. On the floor lay Ann, covered in blood and with a long cut along her torso and next to her sat Anthon, staring at the body. He was pale and had lost all the fullness of his cheeks. His eyes were red and his gaze foggy. The farmer almost jumped when the boy took a long hissing breath, he had been so shocked he hadn't even realized that the boy was alive. Not knowing what to say he simply picked the boy up, carried him out and took him down to the village.

After a few weeks of care by the villagers, Anthon was sent to his uncle as he now was his guardian, during all the time in the village he had not said one word to anyone. And that continued for a long while, as his uncle was busy working in the army camp, he simply put the boy to work. Anthon conducted simple tasks like cleaning, carrying water, repairing shoes and shirt and so on. After a while Anthon developed a skill for working with leather and his main task was now to repair and make shoes, gauntlets, belts, straps and so on. No one cared much about the boy who worked silently in the corners, and he didn't care about them. Weeks, months and years went by without a change.

One night when Anthon had reached the age of 15, he stole a horse from the stables and went back to the farm. He didn't remember much about the days he had been sitting next to his mother's corpse, only her eyes. After thinking it over and over in his head, Anthon had come to the conclusion that his father probably had died in some kind of disease. But his mother had been murdered. For the latest three years, every night he had sworn that he would find the murderer and revenge his mother. When he saw the farm again, run-down and abandoned, he had to fight the urge to turn and go back. He searched the house from room to room in search of evidence about who the murderer was, but couldn't find anything. Silently he sat down on the floor on the exact spot he'd been sitting three years earlier. He looked down on the floor and wept silently for a while, when he stopped, he was angry instead, angry of himself that he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, he heard a creaking sound from downstairs, he got up, startled and scared. The creaking noise continued and Anthon understood there were footsteps from someone walking in the house, could it be that the killer had come back for him? As silently as he could, he sneaked out to the stairs, looking down into the kitchen. In the dark, a figure lurched around the room. The figure had a crooked back and a cane, which it used to poke about in the dusty mess. Making a satisfied grunt, the figure bend over and picked up something from the floor and held it in front of it, seemingly inspecting the object. Anthon tried to see what the object was, in the dim he could see that if was some kind of strap or rope, with a bulk hanging from it. Anthon gasped, and before he knew what he was doing, he had run down the stairs and grabbed the object from the figure. Pressing his mother's belt to his chest, he raised his hand in anger to strike the impostor. The figure hid his face behind his arms and moaned.

The moment before Anthon was to strike the figure, he recognized him. It was Dalarn, an old man who lived in the plains outside Moonbrook. The man was known as a mad man who talked to his chickens and thought the elves wanted to kill him. Anthon lowered his hand and Dalarn looked up on him. The frightened face melted away and was replaced by a recognizing smile.

“Young Anthon, back in his cradle of birth and terror” The man's voice was more a creaking than anything else. “What are you looking for? Memories, trinkets, ghosts and spirits?” In contrast to his old and tired body, Dalarn's eyes were clear and sharp. “Or can it be that he's finally come for answers? Can I give them to him, yes we can, if his ears..” The old man poked him in the leg with his walking stick. “… works as well as these” A silent rattle made the man turn, faster then Anthon thought was possible, and waved to him to come along. They walked out of the kitchen and out on the farmyard. Dalarn sat down on the porch and pat on the planks next to him. “Sit down, young Anthon, and we'll tell you what I know”. Anthon sighed but sat down, he didn't have time to listen to an insane mans plots. Dalarn looked out in the forest and started humming, Anthon recognized the melody as a common lullaby. The humming continued for a couple of minutes, but just as Anthon's patience was lost and he started to stand up, the man spoke. “We saw it, again after so many years, the same as before. Here to do its evil deed” Anthon sat down again, what was he talking about? “She was always after you, Ann. I knew it but you wouldn't listen, and now you're gone.” Now Anthon was all ears, did he know his mother's killer? “It broke your body, like a twig. I knew it.. yes I did. Was here before, twice. 10 years ago and..” He looked Anthon straight in the eyes. “The night young Anthon was brought to this world” Anthon had stopped breathing, finally something to find the murderer. “You will find it, young Anthon, find it and do what I couldn't. Give I and your mother the peace in the grave our graves” Anthon nodded slowly, his grip of his mother's belt hardened, but he barely noticed it. “Find the one with pointy ears, eyes of green, clothed in red and gold. Watch out for it's golden spear and end its evil”

The next day Anthon walked into his uncles room, his guardian looked at him tiredly and told him he was supposed to be repairing the straps on a collection of chestplates, he didn't notice the odd belt that the boy wore around his waist. Then Anthon spoke, for the first time in three years. “Teach me to fight”

At the age of 24, he was discharged from the army, after recovering from a severe head injury he got while fighting in the battle of the dark portal (pre TBC event). After that, he moved to Stormwind, where he regained all his physical strength and started to heal what he had seen and done in battle. He spent most of his time there in the cathedral and in the park, as it reminded him of his mother. When he felt ready (age 26, 3 months from present time), he left Stormwind to start the search of his mothers murderer.