Durzo

Information

Character Full Name: Durzo Kilyn

Character In-Game Name: Durzo

Nickname(s):

Association(s): Stormwind

Race: Human

Class: Rogue

Age: 31

Sex: Male

Hair: Shoulder length light brown hair.

Eyes: Pale blue eyes.

Weight: 155 lbs

Height: 6'1"

Appearance

When wondering around a city or in a social environment he wears simple clothes of varying cloth and design. When on a job however he prefers to use his dark sneaking armour.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Durzo is a blunt and secretive person. He doesn't like to "beat around the bush" and tends to go straight to the point of a conversation or topic. He often hides his kind hearted nature behind a mask of professional manner and educated speech. He values loyalty more than anything and anyone that shows him such may get to know the real Durzo.

He doesn't like to be messed around and likes to know everything about any situation that he enters into. If he needs to find something out he will simply put forward the question as straight forward as he possibly could.

History

Durzo grew up in a wealthy family in Stormwind. His father ran weapons shop that crafted high quality weapons in large batches and shipped them off to supply large groups that requested them. Durzo grew up like any wealthy child would, cocky, snotty and spoilt. But even though he had all that he wanted, he never truly had the attention of his parents. His father was obviously always very busy with his business and Durzo's mother was often enjoying the money.

It was a lonely childhood for Durzo, growing up with some much yet having so little. On the eve of his tenth birthday, Durzo decided that he wanted more and ran away from him. While trying to disappear into the night, he ran into a boy much older than him, about the age of Sixteen and from then on his life was different. Durzo was taken into a small group of thieving kids that consisted of kids that ran away or simply abandoned. For the first time in his life, Durzo had a close group of friends... No. He had a family and he liked it.

Of course it also came with its downsides. Durzo had to constantly avoid patrols and seaches for him in the first few months. But there was other problems. A city as big as Stormwind is a dangerous place for a group of kids and they had to work to pay a man by the name of Frank Glint that offered them protection from other gangs in the city. Whenever a member of the group failed to scrap up their share of the money, they would be beaten to an inch of their life with a blunt stick that Frank always carried.

One day while Durzo was out he spotted a well off looking man walking through the streets of Stormwind and Durzo set his eyes on the man. He was now a target. With some quick moving and good knowledge of the streets, he was able to quickly get within reach of the man's belt. The moment Durzo's hand clasped on a pouch hanging from the man's belt, the man's head turned to look at him. The man was slightly aged, probably about forty, with thick eyebrows and deep black shoulder length hair. Within the pupils of his deep hazel eyes was a burning rage and before Durzo could run a heavy fist struck him down. Then blackness.

When Durzo came to he was laying on a make shift bed in some house. When his eyes caught sight of Frank all he wanted to do was run, he wanted to get away, but Frank was on him in a heartbeat. Frank told him it was okay, that after he had struck Durzo that he was impressed with his ability to get so close without detection and offered Durzo a better life, offered to train him in skills that would allow him to make a way in life and be recognised. Nothing stood out more to Durzo than to be recognised, to be known by many and his presense not cast aside. Without a second though he accepted Frank's offer.

The next ten years of Durzo's life was long and hard. Everyday from six in the morning, Frank would have him up, he would teach him how to sneak the correct way, how to make use of light, of objects, how to move silently. For hours on end, Durzo would go through many obstacle courses and all of them aimed at improving his agility and nimbleness. This agility would then be linked into his combat training, in which he was taught to use daggers, swords and throwing weapons. Durzo was honed into a sneaking, nimble whirlwind of death, but he didn't know why.

Frank told Durzo that with these skills he could do more things that it seemed he was born for. He could sneak through a castle without detection, escort secret VIPs or even hired hits. Durzo quickly identified that he was trained more towards the hired hit side of things. Of course he noticed it this, for many years Frank had taught him to think the unthinkable and to quickly identify important information in a conversation, or to know everything about a room soon as he enters, right down to the resistance that the floor put against his boot.

Finally after all his training, Frank admitted that he was ready and that he would introduce Durzo to a few contacts that he had to get him involved in the game. The next eleven years consisted of Durzo being stucked further and further into the criminal world. He started out doing petty thieving just to show his skills and quickly moved up to escorting and hired hits. Even though Durzo knew how to kill... very well for that matter, he didn't like to. He would only take a life if he had to or if he was paid to. He was a killer, not a murderer. A small difference but meant the world to him.

When Durzo turned thirty-one, he decided to try and leave the criminal world behind him, he had other skills besides killing and sneaking and if it came down to it, he could probably teach weapons training, but he wanted out. Durzo now spends most of his days in Stormwind, floating around aimlessly looking for something else do to with his life and ignoring the whispering in his ear to return to the shadows and the world that now made more sense to him than the very air he breathed.