Brynolf

Information

Player: Vind101

Character Full Name: Brynolf Salestia

Character In-Game Name: Brynolf

Nickname(s): Bryn

Association(s): Stormwind, The alliance

Race: Human

Class: Rogue

Age: 30

Sex: Male

Hair: Black hair down to his shoulders, combed over his ears.

Eyes: Bright Blue

Weight: 185

Height: 6'1

Appearance

He normally a plate vest, with leather concealing the plate. Giving off the impression he is barely armored. Wearing comfortable leggings and boots, as he is always on the run.

Other: Brynolf as a small scar through his left eyebrow, but few would be able to see it, unless you are around him for a long time.

Personality

Brynolf is a very unpredictable man, from his time spent with the bandits. He is quiet in most situations not wishing to be the center of attention, he always remains at the back of the room. Seeking to avoid trouble, yet trouble always finds him. He's a very smart man, with a twisted sense of morality. Not knowing when to give up, on anything he sets his mind to having a determination that is unmatched.

Alignment: Neutral

History

Brynolf is a very unpredictable man, from his time spent with the bandits. He is quiet in most situations not wishing to be the center of attention, he always remains at the back of the room. Seeking to avoid trouble, yet trouble always finds him. He's a very smart man, with a twisted sense of morality. Not knowing when to give up, on anything he sets his mind to having a determination that is unmatched.

History: Brynolf was born in Lorderon, under the prestige name of Salestia. His father, and father before him were all war heroes, neither of them falling in the first or second war. Growing up in a rich family, he was quite cherished. His father believing he would take up the family tradition and fight when the time came. Being trained at the ripe age of five, in everything from swords, to guns. And even hand-to-hand, but one day his mother attempted to convince his father to leave Lorderon, and move to the newly reconstructed Stormwind.

His father took great insult to the request, seeing as their bloodline had never left Lorderon. He forced her to leave, kicking the young child and wife out on the road. She made her way to Stormwind, with no weapons, or escort, after trailing off of the path in desperation to find somewhere to camp. They were kidnapped by bandits. Brynolf being only at the age of eight, could barely defend himself. Even with his years of training, the bandits saw a fire in the boy, as he kicked and squirmed. Grabbing the bandits dagger and attempting to fight, even after doing unspeakable things to his mother infront of him, he still fought. The bandits forced the boy to join them or die, he had no choice to stay with the bandits, they trained him on the art of stealing and killing silently. How to trick travelers into believing them, and conning them out of their coin. His thoughts on morality and what's right and wrong, soon began to twist.

At the age of thirteen, he finally planned his revenge. Waiting after a successful raid, on a nearby village. They returned to camp, cheering in victory, patting themselves on the back in the amount of loot they manage to take, until crashing out. Brynolf had disappeared in the woods, on the way back to the camp. They were so excited to celebrate they entirely forgot about him. As they slept he took all of the loot for himself and made his way off to Stormwind. The path was not the safest, his thoughts filled with fear at the thought of being kidnapped again or worse, killed. He managed to make it safely to Stormwind. Arriving he was unknown, nobody knew of his name. Nor that he came from a noble bloodline.

Brynolf stood before the gates of Stormwind the only thing going through his mind was his father, and mother. Tears rolling down his cheeks as he collapsed to the ground. Having cried every day since the departure from Lorderon. What came along with the grief was a mind that had been twisted from the hellish things the bandits put him through. Knowing one day he would more than likely pick up a sword and fight for the alliance. He spent his money on learning more on fighting, seeking out a royal trainer. The man sadly would only teach nobles, and the name Salestia was all, but foreign to the man. Yet as the boy trained everyday outside of the man's house alone, in the rain, snow, or anything that could fall upon the land. He saw the fire, the bandits had saw once before. The determination, and raw talent the boy showed was something the trainer had not seen in a long time. So he took him in, but asking him to dispose of the coin. Having assumed it was dirty money, he would not associate with that type of business.

Spending seven years learning nearly everything he could learn from the man, he awoke bound and gagged. His vision blurred as smoke from a fire engulfed him. He began to panic as a man's face hovered before him, as his vision cleared he could see a face of a man that haunted his dreams. The bandit leader had come for revenge, three other brutal bandits sat around the fire as the leader laughed at the boy. He was being cooked alive, yet in the distance a man could be heard. Soon after the clashing of steel rattled the camp. A dead bandit fell upon Brynolf, forcing him to the ground.

His ropes lighting on fire at the impact, he couldn't even scream, as the ropes melted into his skin. He tossed and turned until finally he was free from the fire, barely being able to stand he saw his training with a blade through his gut. As the Bandit leader laughed at the man, Brynolf quickly gripped ahold of a dagger and through it at the man. Landing directly in the middle of his spine he collapsed. His old ways that he had been taught, to steal, and kill, care only for yourself. Came back to him, as he saw his father figure gasping for his last breath. He was forced to go out on his own, he took his trainers blade in his honor. He then used the deeprum tram to make his way to Ironforge. Hoping it would help him recover from the traumatic experiences he was just put through.

At the age of twenty two, he had various drunken brawls with the local dwarves. Becoming quite a trouble maker, he saw it as good fun and an amazing way to keep his mind from dwelling on the past. Until one day, a hooded figure approached him from a dark alley. Promising him fame and gold if he would do one simple task, lure one of his dwarven friends into an abandoned warehouse outside of town. Brynolf having been intoxicated at the time, cheerful accepted. He convinced his friend to follow him outside of town, and they promptly made it into the warehouse, no problem. Soon Brynolf would be shown what accepting a job from a stranger in Azeroth truly means. Watching as a group of warlocks tortured and did fowl experiments to the dwarf, screaming Brynolf's name over and over. Brynolf vanished into the shadows of the warehouse, making his escape before they did the same to him.

Brynolf made his way into the mountains, disgusted of himself as he blamed everything on him. He thought to himself, maybe if he had never been born his mother would still be alive. He locked himself away in the mountains, living off of the wildlife. Eventually he would come to realize he couldn't live life like this forever. So he sought out to Booty Bay, for the first few months, he sat back quiet. Not making any friends, after what happened in Ironforge he refused to become attached to anyone. He did occasional mercenary work, collecting bounties from time to time so he could pay his rent in the tavern. Soon he fell into the lifestyle and refuses to look back on the past, he now seeks for more. Making his way out into the world.