August

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Player: Clovis

Character Full Name: August Moring

Character In-Game Name: August

Nickname(s): Augy, Gus.

Association(s): The Alliance, (Former Member) Darkshire Night Watch

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 36

Sex: Male

Hair: Grey-White

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 170

Height: 6'1

Skills & Abilities

Lore Knowledge from his time owning a bookstore, sharpshooter skills and very handy with his crossbow.

Appearance

He favors dark colored chainmail, but he hasn't settled on a particular set of armor. He does tend to walk around town in casual black peasant wear.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

August is a soft spoken, 'gentle man' and all around 'nice guy'. He doesn't yell unless as an absolute last resort to get his point across. He desperately tries to disarm potential verbal confrontations as soon as they begin. He's the type of man who'd rather sit around and enjoy a book by the fireplace than getting into a drunken bar brawl. Not to say he doesn't enjoy his whiskey, though! August can be a bit gullible at times, but his intellect usually keeps him from getting into too much trouble.

August does pay attention to detail, and strives on order – his bookstore was well kept and neatly arranged. As are his clothes, and his general belongings, and even his daily routine. August craves structure in his life. He was a fairly easy going, good-hearted, if slightly bumbling, parent. He still thinks of himself as a man with parental duties and it this often reflects in the way he treats people younger than him at times. He also had a deep seated respect for his parents and is always careful about showing proper respect to his elders.

History

August had the misfortune of being born in Grand Hamlet just in time for it to be sacked by the Orcs in the first war. He was too young to remember it, or care. But his family returned to rebuild, and it was in that rebuilt home that he had grown up, and where his daughter had grown up. His life was as simple and idealistic as a young human can ask for, considering Grand Hamlet out of the way of such causes for worry like the wars. Naturally, he and the rest of the townsfolk got a dose of reality when the darkness settled in around their little home.

His wife, who he had only recently married, died during childbirth, leaving August feeling more helpless than he had ever felt in his eight-teen years of life – it was only the pink little bundle in his arms that seemed to drive him on at that time, forcing the man to bottle up his fears and helplessness and focus on raising and protecting his now motherless daughter.

He never did remarry...or even date.

August wasn't able to raise his daughter entirely by himself, his bookstore demanding a fair amount of time and effort. His recently widowed mother was the closest thing his daughter had to a stable female-figure in her life. If not for his family, August may of never been able to raise his daughter to be the wonderful woman she is today.

August ran his bookstore for almost a decade before he was forced to close it down. Turns out the business wasn't exactly in high demand in a city where fighting back the Undead, Worgen, and other Monsters was a common occurrence. So, with his business dead, August joined the Night Watch. He served for for just under a decade before his mother passed away and August sank into depression.

His daughter had become increasingly distant from him after he furiously denied her his approval of a relationship with a lad from Stormwind that August had no love for. When he left her, Augusts' daughter quickly turned on him, citing him as the man who denied her a shot at happiness and a future. August knew he did the right thing, in his heart. The young man had been bad news. August spent the next year drinking himself into a coma to confirm that he was right about all of this.

At some point, the alcoholic fog cleared. It occurred to him at this point that in almost a year, he had spent nearly every day drunk and depressed and one step closer to stabbing himself. He hadn't spoken to anyone in months. His mother and fathers gravestones went untended to. His daughter had moved out of Darkshire, and no one was sure where she had gone.

Picking himself up from out of his misery, August tended to his parents gravestones, got his old family armor and crossbow, and has gone out into the world to find his daughter, and maybe even make his life a little bit brighter.