Kinton

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Player: Kaelvan

Character Full Name: Kinton Dawnrider

Character In-Game Name: Kinton

Nickname(s): Kin,

Association(s): Blood Knights, Silvermoon City, Blood Elves in general.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Blood Knight

Age: 185

Sex: Male

Hair: Long Blonde,

Eyes: Fel-Green

Weight: 125

Height: 5'8

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Appearance

Unless travelling in secrecy, Kinton tends to wear his regular Blood Knight outfit, it is a mixed combination of Black and Red, along with his spear. His other clothing seems to be regal in sorts.

Other: Has a scar on the right side of his face, nothing major, but it is a gash that looks like it will be there for awhile.

Personality

Kinton is very full of himself, unless with those of a higher rank, of his race, he talks with superiority and would claim his title and flaunt it like there's no tommorow, his view of other races can be viewed as disgust, distrust, and general hate. Though Kinton is very loyal to his family, people, and any and all other Blood Knights. His step is graceful, and he is a rather calm and calculating man, he looks at people for long periods of time, tending to think and ponder over their personalities, to his own, though he is an agile warrior, he is quick to use the light and his spear to cut a path through enemies, should the need arise.

History

Kinton, so he claims. Was born to a generally large and noble family in Silvermoon, His sense of loyalty and duty was said to be a good thing, and a bad thing by some. While spending time with friends and family, he was often used as a sort of second-maid, his loyalty to his household, his love for his people allowed them to take advantage of him, if he should so choose, though it didn't happen often, as the maid and butlers were around constantly. Kinton was just one of those people you could boss around.

Time quickly passed, though he could never make up his mind, He originally showed light-potentials, but he had secretly wanted to be a Ranger. Though his aim with a bow was terrible, he had practiced daily, and it got better. But his true calling was shown to him, the minute he picked up his spear, he wanted one, and saved up enough for his own. The third war was rolling by, and the Scourge had begun to siege Quel'thalas, he had been prepared for this fight for a very long time, or so he though.

The minute they came, his head spun, there was too many of them, he couldn't even count. The fight waged on, and the retreat was sounded. He was fortunatly, past the inner gate, near Silvermoon. He headed back to his House and watched from the balcony as some of the tree's burned, and the bodies of elves alike had been slain, packed into a contraption, and eventually raised by defiling necromancers.

When the Scourge had rolled through, half of his brothers and sisters had died. Soon, he felt the need for more, the Sunwell was no longer his temple for power, and his powers quickly left him. He had trained as a regular, average Warrior for a few more years untill the way was found back to the light, Through the Naaru, Mu'ru. He quickly joined up, and the power surged within him, through abusive ways, his powers were back. He was once again a wielder of the light. Over a few years span, he got the rank of Knight, an honor to himself, and his family. From there, it was mostly training and missions, looking to prove himself to his superiors at every possible turn.

Recently, Kinton has taken the path out of Quel'thalas for a side-trip, as his spear had been broken while fighting in the Scar, he decided to see what Undercity and the Forsaken could do to improve it, though he quickly decided that poison and shadow wouldn't do for his weapon of light, and he quickly head back towards Silvermoon.