Bass

Information

Player: Monolith

Character Full Name: Bass Coalsplitter

Association(s): Alliance, Ironforge

Race: Dwarf

Class: Hunter

Age: 141

Sex: Male

Hair: Grey

Eyes: Hazel, almost yellow

Weight: 200 even

Height: 4'9

Alignment: Neutral good

Appearance

Leathers, mostly. Furs as well, maybe a little chain thrown in. Looks rather primal.

Personality

Bass is a cunning Dwarf. He's not as brash and short-tempered as some others, being somewhat patient and calming. He enjoys talking with others and generally enjoying himself in a city or the like, such as Ironforge. Out in the wild he becomes a completely different persona. Not any mental disorders, but because he's a hunter. He becomes a quiet and professional individual, often ignoring those speaking around him when he thinks he's got something. He's an excellent trapper, tracker, and chef and even knows some basic to advanced basic first aid, too. Living in the wild will hone such things.

History

Bass was born and raised in Kharanos, outside of Ironforge, by a mother and father who were both very coddling of him. He was raised in such a way, with his mother not wanting him to get hurt, and his father... Well, to put it simply, his father didn't want to be beaten by his son at anything. Therefore, keeping him a wimp, as he thought, would stop that from ever happening. Selfish, he knew, but a son can't outshine his father.

As Bass was raised in this lifestyle, it was obvious that he didn't like it. Though it made him a gentle and calm man, as he was raised he did not see it as such, and constantly broke the boundaries that were set by his parents. Going out alone, going out of town alone (Which was a big one), and using a weapon. In a nutshell, Bass said" To hell with that" and did as he pleased, regardless of how his parents felt. After about twenty five full years of trying to contain him, they gave up and let him do as he pleased.

The coddled lifestyle however, much to his dismay, did make him a bit of a wimp. He flinched when he heard a gun go off, stayed away from cannons at all times, rarely left town, and fled at any sign of wilderness. This earned much mocking among the other Dwarves, which enraged Bass to no end. He would stop their mocking laughter and pity-filled gazes one way or another. He began doing odd jobs for his kin. Fetching barrels of brew, cooking, serving, et cetera to make money quick. Although 'quick' wasn't the word for it, he still made enough to get what he thought would turn him into less of a wimp.

A gun.

Despite his fear of the thunderous noise it made when fired, he'd overcome it by pure force of will. He knew he could. He went out into the wilderness one day with a sack almost bursting with bullets, a sack of blasting powder, one days ration and water, and his new gun. He wouldn't return for a week. Out in the wilderness, he seemed to have overcome his fears and his frightened nature. He shot and killed his first meal: A small rabbit. Though to most it wouldn't seem like much, but to him, it was a milestone. He began to enjoy life out in the random wilds.

He returned not a week, but two weeks later. He spoke to his parents, and his father was somewhat upset that his son seemed to be becoming less like the child he knew and could shine over. Bass didn't seem to notice as he was only there for a few moments to chat, then left. the only reason he returned was for more bullets.

Over the years afterward, Bass' skill at hunting, trapping, tracking and all that jazz improved tremendously. He spent nearly every second out in the wilds, learning more about his prey, exploring, and having adventures of the like. After one hundred and twenty years, he believes that not much surprises him, and that he's seen everything out there. However, northrend being just recently opened... He sees a new opportunity to get better.