Coren

Coren Feld (Aliases)
Player	Kira13
Gender	Male
Race	Human
Class	Assassin
Age	45
Height	180 cms
Weight	70 kgs
Eyes	Brown
Hair	Dark brown, loose, to his shoulders and, alike his entire look, obviously groomed.
Affilliation(s)	Himself, The Alliance(loosely), his contractors
Occupation	Assassin, Thief
Mentor(s)	Elven NPC
Status	Alive

Information

Player: Kira13

Character Full Name: Coren Feld

Character In-Game Name: Coren

Nickname(s): Jeremy Codd, Georg Wilhelm (alter ego's), Doc', Saxophonist

Association(s): Himself, The Alliance(loosely), his contractors

Race: Human

Class: Assassin

Age: 45

Sex: Male

Hair: Dark brown and loose.

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 70 kgs

Height: 180 cms

Appearance

Usual Garments: Jeremy Codd has two pairs of clothing: one for work, in his quarters, as a nimble jewelcrafter, which are also his home-clothes, and another one for business, the one he shows when out in towns and cities.

Usual Armor: Coren Feld, on the other hand, has a quite discreet, dark-blue cloth suit, with few patches of leather underneath for protection. Along with those, he also has hidden weapons under his cloak, which is meant to be alike a cape, hiding his entire body.

Personality

Jeremy Codd is a nice, trustworthy fellow, devoted to his work and friends, exactly what you would expect of a neighbour. Coren Feld's mind, on the other side, is on a constant lookout for people he could obtain something, anything from, or fool into believing or having fate in him. Simply said, everything he does is so he can get under your shirt, so he has even the slightest control on your actions.

Towards the other races, though, both of his personas are on the more-or-less same mind. Both Jeremy Codd and Coren Feld are friendly to the Alliance and hate the Horde. However Feld, having been trained by one, prefers to remain neutral towards blood elves.

History

Andorhal, fourty-five years ago, Coren is born to a hunter father and a home-caring mother, who already had a two years old daughter. They grew up with relatively minor issues and a happy life, yet another offspring appearing after only three years, a boy. Life went about easy.

When Coren was sixteen, the First War errupted, but it passed on nearly unobserved, saved for the occasional news and people coming from the south, to which the young boy and his siblings cared little. But years passed, and at the age of twenty-two, the orcs decided to attack Lordaeron. Coren, though reluctantly, being warned by his family, decided to join the military with all he could; he was never a man of action, Coren, and on more than one ocassion it was his sister that had to save him from the older bullies of Andorhal. Seeing this, but also his education so far in biology, but anatomy as a specialization, he decided to enroll as a surgeon and medic, though not a field one.

Coren, however, did not care much for the other nations; all he wanted was to impress his family and keep his homeland safe. Once these were accomplished, he went off, with the pretext of going to Draenor, to the Eversong Woods, as he always wanted to meet and live with the elves. Always impressed by stories of them, his interest only grew stronger as he found them; he wanted to know everything, and learn as much as he could. His proficiency being a surgeon, he went to a subject that he's heard of, and again, always interested him: the so-called 'pressure points', and the ability to fight by using them. Finding a silent, hermit master in the woods relatively quick --or, rather, he found him-- Coren started learning and, without realising it, soon began training with him, soon learning how to fight suited to his abilities, stature and body, as well.

After twelve years, the Third War began, and soon enough, Quel'Thalas was under attack by none other but Coren's prince, Arthas. The thirty-six year old slender man's master was killed in action, as he was fighting near Tranquilien, leaving Coren alone. He was unsure what to do at first, but in the end, he decided to run from the incoming massacre. Fleeing south, the undead enemy's numbers only grew and grew, and upon reaching a village, Coren finally understood why; most of these zombie things he saw in the elven lands were countrimen of his, lordaeronians! Upon reaching Andorhal --well, the outskirts-- Coren found only that it was surrounded by undead, and quite impenetrable. Eyes wide and mouth agape, he retreated and fled south, like wishing to either forget his past or run from it.

Losing every contact to the outside world, Coren decided to start anew, and use his abilities to achieve that. But the elf-trained man's hidden arrogance grew, and he was sick of being powerless, and being on the sidelines; he wanted to be heard of, though not directly --infamy would do. He needed an alter ego to hide his true persona, so he wouldn't be caught so easily. Jeremy Codd seemed to be a modest man's name, but that was just that; a name. It needed a concept, a job, to back it up. Seeing as his hands were nimble enough from the job of a surgeon he learned inthe wars, Coren chose a similar profession, that of a jewelcrafter. Though slow and clumsy at first, Jeremy Codd found, after not-so-long, a master and he became an apprentice. Coren's plan was all ready for action. He could become what he wished in due time, but he still lacked the tools.

Over the years that followed, though --in which he didn't serve the army, but kept to himself, in Stormwind-- through stealing and getting better at his job as a jewelcrafter, as well as the newly learned skill of playing the saxophone, Jeremy Codd and Coren Feld were able to achieve quite a considerable amount of money, which he used in buying weapons and tools for the future, his mind never ceasing to plan ahead. Business and 'business' both flourished, allowing Jeremy and Coren's money to only increase by the months, and his famine for more to grow.

Now, though, the times that Coren always dreamed of have come, and it is the moment of his most prized and planned ascension: that of hidden-identity infamy, as a hired assassin.

Skills and Abilities

Coren Feld is an excelent infiltrator, his ability to sneak above many others', as well as a very agile man. Slender as a fox, he is able to even bend his body to nearly-impossible ways, walking on his hands, for example, being nothing but a game. As such, he is capable of remarkable speed in dodging and attacking. But that is not all. While he is a great acrobat, his mind is also trained and quite hyped up, being always on the lookout. His experienced mind has also provided him the ability to quickly learn from the situation and thus make plans for the future.

Coren, tough he is an assassin like any others, has quite an unique style of doing his job, tough he doesn't use it so often: the ability of the 'Touch of Death'. This skill, learned in the north, the elven lands, consists in quick strikes or jabs, usually with his fingers or the parts between the bones, shall the fist be closed, with surgical precision. Attacking nerve clusters or 'pressure points', some joints or vital spots, Coren is able to create a deep pain sensation that, even though lasts for an extremely short period of time, can create gaps in his target's defence or attacks, allowing Coren to coordonate an attack with his daggers. And furthermore, Coren could link some of these attacks to create a longer, greater opportunity, but it only works as far.

Be that as it is, do not be fooled. While Coren is an excelent assassin, he also does know how to fend for himself, but only as much as to create or seize an opportunity to escape!

As professions, though, Coren was a great surgeon from back in the wars. Now, though, he --or, rather, Jeremy Codd-- rests on his hobby, jewelcrafting, which also requires a steady hand.

Other: Coren would have a quite large amount of money at most times, mostly from Jeremy's job as a jewelcrafter or Coren's stealing and minor assassination, so far. This wealth makes him able to haggle with greater dexterity, or even bribe people in various ways.

To top it, Jeremy's voice would be melodious enough for him to sing at his saxophone and, also, vocal, as well as able to sway some people to his liking.