Maeglin

Information

Player: Edgar

Character Full Name: Maeglin Stormsong

Character In-Game Name: Maeglin

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Darnassus / The Kaldorei

Race: Night Elf

Class: Hunter

Age: 6000

Sex: Male

Hair: Long and dark blue.

Eyes: Silver

Weight: 300 lbs

Height: 7'2"

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance: Maeglin usually wears a mix of lightweight mail and leather armor.

Other: A wicked scar can be seen slicing through Maelgin's left eye. This has resulted in a loss of sight in this eye, which can be noticed through the lack of silver glow.

Skills and Abilities: Maeglin has trained for years, perfecting his archery skills. As such, he prefers the bow to any other weapon and is often clumsy with a gun or crossbow. He is proficient in swordplay and hand-to-hand combat, but these skills are hardly as refined as his skill with his bow.

Personality

Maeglin is really the same as any other of his kind when it comes to other races. He hates all the races who comprise the Horde, with the exception of the Shu'halo. These creatures, who share the Druidic culture of the Kaldorei, are the only race who even comes close to gaining his respect. Because of this, Darnassian is the only language this man understands and speaks. Maeglin thinks very highly of his race and would do anything to make a name for himself in their society, especially if it meant protecting their lands from outsiders.

Maeglin also thinks highly of physical worth. This Elf spends long hours improving his body as best he can; Building muscle, improving his muscular endurance and improving his marksman skills.

History

Maeglin was born in Astranaar as his parents' first and only child. His father was a druid of the claw, while his mother was a priestess. His father was the one who wanted him to follow in his footsteps and become a Druid. He had almost succeeded, if it wasn't for his father's friend. The hunter came by one eve to say hello to Maeglin's family, as he had not seen the Druids in some time. Maeglin and Gatyelm, his father's brother, connected straight away. Maeglin's first question, 'What do you do?', answered itself pretty easily, as Gatyelm was wearing an outfit of animal pelts and furs. The young man seemed curious as to what a Hunter did, as he had been raised by a druid and a priestess. He didn't know much. Gatyelm, rather than explain, took the young Elf out on a hunt with him.

It was quiet in the forest, only the sounds of the wildlife being heard; with the exception of Maeglin's loud footsteps. Gatyelm walked silently infront the boy, stringing his bow just as silently. The man held up a fist as they neared a clearing. Maeglin walked into the man's leg, muttering lowly to himself as he looked around. Two deer made their way into the clearing, their ears and heads up. Gatyelm reached back to rest a hand on the young boy's head, pushing Maeglin into a kneel. Gatyelm then stretched the bow string back and took aim. Twaaang! The arrow was launched into the clearing, striking the buck just under the chin and into the neck. The buck reared back with what strength it had and started into a gallop, before fumbling and landing in a heap in the grass below.

Maeglin knew what path he wanted to go down. And that was the path of the Hunter. Gatyelm was happy to train him. Though, his newly found friend's personality changed dramatically when he became his teacher. Gatyelm was hard on the boy, making him spend long hours running in the forest. Usually Maeglin would pass out from exhaustion; Though, as the seasons pressed on, Maeglin's body became stronger and stronger. Gatyelm soon began teaching the young man how to use a bow. Maeglin caught on pretty fast, though he still practiced frequently to perfect his skills. Gatyelm, after years of training Maeglin, had taught the boy all he knew. The man took Maeglin from their home to find Gatyelm's teacher, who would hopefully agree to train Maeglin to tame beasts and use them to his advantage. Around this time, Maeglin took in an abandoned hippogryph hatchling whose mother had passed away from a sickness. Maeglin became attached to the beast instantly, taking her everywhere he went.

They found the old man, and he agreed to instruct Maeglin in beast taming. After years and years, Maeglin had became an excellent hunter. Alongside him, Shytra, his hippogryph, grew as well. In between lessons Maeglin trained Shytra to accept him as a rider. Around this time, the Burning Legion invaded the Night Elf lands. Maeglin loved the challenge and went out to help eliminate the threat. Though, to no success. The Night Elves were overwhelmed by the demonic forces, and Maeglin lost the sight in his left eye during the process.

Maeglin now lives in the forests of Ashenvale with Shytra, his now loyal mount. He continues his training in the skill of the bow and the beast diligently.