Larry

Information

Player: Mezrin

Character Full Name: Larry Venchenzo

Character In-Game Name: Larry

Nickname(s): Venny

Association(s): The Horde, the Forsaken

Race: Forsaken

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Larry has basic warrior skills but, in addition, has the power of his relics and enchanted items at his disposal. This will change as he acquires more old enchanted items.

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald

Eyes: None

Weight: 103 lbs

Height: 5'10"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Usually wears a suit of armor over his decayed flesh, and a stylish hat to go with it! He doesn't really care for helmets all that much.

Other: Larry has a multitude of enchanted items. (These are only to be used if I successfully dodge or hit, of course.)

Garril's Shield: A shield that has the ability to deflect spells!

Ghostbane: A sword that has the ability to hit the incorporeal. (No effect on physical enemies, dead or not!).

Fortune Finder: A magical amulet that allows the wearer to sense an inanimate object that is magically enhanced, up to thirty feet away.

Quill of Forever: A feather that is always dry, yet writes with ink on any surface the user so desires. May be erased, for it is normal ink.

Personality

A bubbly fellow with a cheerful disposition, Larry is a little bit of crazy and a whole lot of optimism. Larry is a mostly peaceful person, but isn't a pacifist. He believes in the glory of his Queen and people, the Forsaken. Slow to anger and slower to hate, Larry cares about a handful of things in life: the Forsaken, history, and relics. He knows a lot about all three, too. He wants to further his people's political position in the world and become a respectable race, while at the same time wanting to recount knowledge and learn from past mistakes as often as possible. In addition to this, he seeks power from the past in the form of enchanted items by great magi since long past. He is against the Alliance and for the Horde on the outside, but internally all he cares about are his precious relics and memorabilia.

History

Larry was born to a librarian and a record keeper in Lordaeron under the name of Smith. Larry was never one for physical activity growing up, instead preferring to read the books his father would bring home. He was an exceptionally fast learner, not overly intelligent and a little touched in the head, but quick to grasp new concepts. He especially took to reading, and found himself enthralled in the wonderful history of Azeroth. By the age of six, he was reading better than most knights and read more books than a working man did in his entire life. Larry's favorite fantasy books were the ones about knights with swords and hammers with names as legendary as their wielders. Larry found himself constantly asking his parents about buying items from enchanters, and when we would be told no, he'd find ways to make the money to buy them himself. His primary source of income was in tutoring other children in basic mathematics, which he learned from his mother, and reading. He wasn't paid much, so he'd need to teach entire classes in order to afford a single item. Through this, he developed a healthy work ethic, which made his parents proud.

When it came to schooling, Larry worked hard to keep up with his fellow classmates, but was too easily distracted from any subject other than reading. Larry's parents weren't well-off but had a moderate bit of wealth, so they were able to afford the hiring of a private tutor to help him out at home. This didn't work much better, and as a result Larry fell behind in the world of academics. Larry continued this trend of failures in class up until his fourteenth birthday, when he had bought a neat-looking shield. The shield was written about in a book, and the shopkeeper was unaware of a specific myth floating about in obscurity about this shield. Larry, however, was not ignorant of the shield's origins. This shield was crafted by a one-armed smith named Rigdya, a dwarf who died in the War of the Three Hammers. It was forged by Rigdya to counter a deadly squad of arcanists thrown at his people by the Darkiron Dwarves.

Larry took the shield home and into his room, where he continued his reading on the book. The book stated many things and theories on how to activate the shield's magical properties, which had deactivated upon Rigdya's death to prevent the use of it in the wrong hands and the enchantment itself weakening more than it had to. Larry tried many different things: he cleaned the shield, he muttered arcane incantations over it, he serenaded it, he danced around it, he cried on it a few times, he punched it (with some damage to his hand resulting), he even screamed at it. With exasperation, he yelled a string of Dwarven curse words he knew, in anger at Rigdya for making it so difficult. After the last curse word left his lips, his new shield began to glow. It glowed brightly for a moment before it began to hum, and small specs of light began to dance around the center of the shield. Then the humming ended, and the glow subsided into a very dim one. Larry was, of course, very excited, and immediately mounted it up on his wall.

When Larry was seventeen, he encountered a graveyard on a stroll in the Tirisfal Glades. It was old, as far as he could tell, as it was in poor repair and there was a large crypt in the center. Curious, he went back home and grabbed his shield and a dinner knife (he didn't have any weaponry he could really use) and returned, ready to face the dangers of the world. He entered this graveyard, and fear enveloped him. He was ready to turn back when he realized that old, forgotten things were usually that which contained enchanted items. With this knowledge bolstering his bravery, he walked with determination towards his destination, and entered the crypt. The crypt, as it turned out, contained only a single corpse, but the engraving had been worn away by time. Within this tomb, resting in the hands of the corpse, was a large, black sword with a hole in the end of it, a perfect circle. Inside of this circle lied a neatly written and rolled up note, yellow with age, but still intact. Larry took the note and read,

"To the bearer of this note,

You've found my body. In life, I was the Spirit Hunter, for I spent my life hunting down those souls who refused to leave this world after their time had passed. My goal was to give them peace, and I did so with this blade, which I affectionately named Ghostbane. This blade has been powerfully enchanted by my friend and fellow ghost hunter, Ailina, the enchantress, to harm those who are incorporeal. I fell from favor in life after I became too hungry to slay the fallen, and died alone, with this blade as my only possession. I ask you a favor, graverobber, explorer, treasure hunter, or whomever you are; take my blade and fight those ghosts, so that it may not be a forgotten weapon. Do not let this sword fall into the wrong hands."

Sincerely, The Spirit Hunter"

Larry packed the note away and grabbed the sword. Now that he held the relic he hoped was there, he bolted out of the tomb and never looked back. At home, he studied this new sword. It looked... primitive, if anything. He had no way to try it out, so he stored it under his bed. At this time, his mother was at work while his father was out of town, delivering some books because the usual runner was out sick. Larry was home alone, or so he thought. A group of men entered his house, and snuck up on him, scaring him. They introduced themselves as the Azeroth Historian Society, and they wanted to induct him into the group, as they had watched him retrieve Ghostbane from the Spirit Hunter's tomb. They offered him a chance to collect more powerful relics, and to learn all he could ever want about the history of Azeroth that he wanted. Larry accepted the offer, and was taken from his home, taking his sword and shield with. He'd never see his family again.

Larry lived "underground", leaving the city often to go on errands for the Society. He did this for years, and eventually was given two items. One was a quill that always wrote, so that he could record his journeys for as long as he wanted, but never of the knowledge he learned. That was reserved for the secretive tomes the Society kept. So, that's what Larry did. He wrote down his thoughts, his memories, his entire life in this journal. He didn't have much else to do when making camp on his travels. The second item was an amulet that could sense inanimate enchanted objects in a close range. He was awarded this early on, for finding a strange glass eye that could see the invisible. He never saw this incredible object again, of course, but he was compensated for his recovery of the item. Larry was visiting home for the first time in years when the Scourge invaded Lordaeron and Arthas slew his father.

Larry entered the home, sword and shield in his hands, after having cut down a zombie to get there. He found his dead parents, who overwhelmed him. He couldn't bring himself to attack either of them, as he had cared for them when he knew them, so they instead killed him. He lay in that house, rotting, for months, as his house was out of the way and thus not taken notice of when necromancers came a knockin'. It wasn't until Sylvanas was searching for her own dead to raise that he was risen, and given free will. He was pretty badly decomposed, with bone showing through skin and what have you, but he was once again in the realm of the moving and shambling business. On his person were his possessions, including his journal. He didn't have time to read it until after Sylvanas' crusade against the Dreadlords had finished, but when he did, he adopted his old personality again, even if it was just a mask, and dictated that he should continue his relic hunt for the good of his people, and his Queen. After reading his journal, he decided he wanted a measure of fame for his deeds and findings. So, in response to discovering his identity, he renamed himself to Larry Venchenzo, Relic Hunter!