Osrion

Player: Thoradin

Character Full Name: Osrion Terenas Naemia

Character In-Game Name: Osrion

Nickname(s): Nothing at the moment.

Association(s): The Alliance.

Race: Human

Class: Warrior (Hunter ICly)

Age: 41

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, tied in a ponytail. He also sports a mustache and beard.

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 148 lbs

Height: 5"7'

Usual Garments/Armor: He wears a set of light chain-mail and carries with him a longbow made of elven wood from Quel'thalas.

Other: Carries a thin rapier made of steel. A necklace of dog-tags adorn his neck. There are 6 of them.

Alignment: Neutral

Personality: Ever since the Third War he has remained semi-distant from most. He takes a warming up to for a while before he is friendly. However continuous loss has pushed him away from making many relationships. Osrion is no stranger to loss, and thus shows an obvious respect for life. He makes a great compainion if someone were to give his mental barriers a chance.

His fighting style is also somewhat branched from his personality, as he fights conservatively attacking only when there is an opening in his enemies defence. He is open to many different races as well, showing respect to all, even those of the Horde, excluding the Undead.

History: Born on the eastern coast of Lordaeron, Osrion was the last of 6 boys. His family lived on a small farm near the water. For years his life was the farm and the nearby village meets. His family saw the Kingdom as an idol, something to glorify for the world. His brothers left the farm to join the Army, something Osrion did not want to do.

Badgering him year after year, Osrion one day just up and left at the age of twenty one. He decided that he would move north to the fair elven lands of Quel'thalas. However his sense of direction proved to be harmful as his shortcut through the wood brought him to a dense patch of woodland. To make things worse it had begun to rain while he made his way through the trees. When it became futile in the heavy storm Osrion sought shelter in a nearby cave. He poked around it, making sure that nothing was in there either.

The next morning Osrion awoke to a brisk sunbeam shining from outside and a posse of wolves fast approaching their den. Panicking Osrion grabbed his walking stick and held it up to defend himself. The wolves rushed into the cave and began to circle the intruder has he attempted to leave the cave. Thwacking one of the wolves to the side Osrion darted into the open but halted at the treeline, he began to cower. Suddenly however several whistling lines zoomed past Osrion as one of the wolves was stricken down, however the wolf was so close to him he fainted as the arrows made their target.

Osrion awoke three hours later to the sweet sound of a woman checking on him inside a small tent. Her voice was like music to his ears, and her face was fairer then the elven woods. He felt love warming his heart, bringing him to his senses. He was brought outside the tent to a party of 5 elves, including the maiden he woke to. All clad in dark green and brown colored gear. "Rangers," he thought. They ate a small meal, while Osrion explained his presence in the land. After a thought of hesitation, the leader of the group agreed to Osrions plea, they took him further north into a small village not far from Silvermoon.

Gradually over the next year there, Osrion began to grow to the culture of the High Elves. He also began to grow to the elven maiden, Duriela. He found a love in her which matched nothing in his life. She too had come around to be fond of Osrion. She even taught Osrion the way of the Hunter over the next couple of years, while their love for each other blossomed.

Bad things from the south began to emerge soon, though. Stories of destruction and death crept ever closer to the Elflands. Then it happened. The first elf-gate had fell and the scourge was rampaging northwards. Osrion somehow knew that nothing would stop them and he took Duriela with him to the Sunsail Anchorage, but she soon left to retrieve a personal affect that Osrion had given her a few months before. The boat continued to gain weight as more people fled the undead. After two hours of waiting, the captain could not risk it any longer. The undead approached the harbor and open fired upon the ship. Osrion never saw Duriela again.

For nearly two months the elven ship made it's way south around Lordaeron to the harbor at Southshore, and then to Kul'tiras. Osrion departed, leaving the ship and wandering around the city. He had nothing more than the clothes on his back, a longbow given to him by Duriela's father, and a ring given to him by Duriela. He felt that he was a broken man, his family most likely dead, his love lost to the unforgiving hordes of death. He felt that everything would be slaughtered, Kul'tiras was sitting on time.

This he thought, until he saw Lady Proudmoore rallying civilians and soldiers alike to flee to the west to some ancient land he never heard of before. Osrion had nothing to lose and went with the forces that Lady Proudmoore had recruited. And sure enough, several months later they hit landfall on a new strange land, all of the sailors and soldiers alike look on in awe at the landscape. Osrion was assigned to a small task force designated to scout the land for anything. Provisions, friendly creatures, and good locations for a forward base.

The northern barrens was quite strange to him, to all of the task force really. They had never encountered, but recorded, quilboars and centaurs before. Making their way west towards the mountains, as Lady Proudmoore had shown interest in them. They found and marked several locations for bases at the foot of the mountain with flares, and sure enough a pair of gyrocopters came around and flew back to the army with the coordinates. When the bases were built, the task force was once again sent off, up the mountain where they found another pair of base locations.

At the mountain's peak the task force could rest, the base being constructed as the horde moved upwards which surprised the task force as they had not known of the orc's presence. Most of the task force made it out of the Horde's path of destruction up the mountain through the base into the mountain cave. They remained there, in the ridge overlooking the cave, waiting to see what would happen.

After the shocking events at the peak of the mountain, the task force was sent north into the dense forest. It was odd, but Osrion felt that these woods reminded him of Quel'thalas. That in-turn reminded him of Duriela. His task force was ambushed by a group of strange elves, Osrion ducked away to save himself. He watched them end the task force from under a fallen tree in a ditch. A purple hand pulled Osrion out from the ditch and he was thrown to the ground with several wounded men. Osrion watched them as they approached with swords drawn. At the last possible moment a group of orcs rushed out of the treeline and cut down the elves forcing their retreat.

Osrion, the Task Force survivors, and the orc war party made their way to a forward base camp at the foot of the large mountain. The wounded were taken to a medical tent, the orc war party went off in search of one of their camps. Osrion took a much needed rest and fell asleep. He awoke to a dire scene the scourge had found it's way to this new land and began to wreck havoc. Starting with his camp after the elves attacked it. He darted off with several other soldiers and orcs. They fled the battle and took refuge in a small area with several massive trees, of which they climbed and hid in the canopies off them.

Tree by tree the survivors made their way across the woods, there they linked up with the joint force taking zeppelins up the mountain. Osrion soon found himself in the human encampment on the mountain known by the elves as Hyjal. The ensuing battle went as expected and planned. Osrion and another messenger were sent to warn the Horde and then the Night Elves of the Human Encampment's hardship against the demons and scourge. Along the road to the elven encampment, Osrion found a wounded hippogryph. He took pity upon the creature and slowly approached it, he pulled his medical kit out and searched for it's wound. When he did he cautiously began to pour a healing potion over the wound to help it close, then he wrapped some linen around the beasts' torso to help support the healing process. It stood warily, look at Osrion, it looked down at the wrappings and then back at Osrion and nodded in thanks.

After the battles end, Osrion went with the human survivors to the finished citadel of Theramore. Here he sat, waiting for some word that the Eastern Kingdoms was either completely destroyed or that they somehow fought off the dead. The thought killed him, he had to find out. A ship with a captain of the same thinking decided to set out for Stormwind, offering passage to any seeking Azeroth. On he went, and a few months later they found Stormwind City shimmering in the distance like a beacon of good fortune and hope.

When they docked, everyone in the harbor was surprised to see a ship sailing in from that direction, and with a different flag no less. The crew left the ship and went into the city to find news and family. Osrion felt glad to know that not all had fallen into darkness like his homeland and Quel'thalas. With nothing more to do, Osrion moved about the city like a shadow. Eventually he ended up in Goldshire and spent most of his money just living at the inn there.

Several years later and hundreds of doings for people all over Elwynn, Osrion decided that he would join the Stormwind Army. It was about this time the Dark Portal had shown some activity. Osrion was assigned to a scouting unit of 5 members, he was the fifth member. When the Dark Portal flickered back to life and the Armies of the Alliance and Horde moved in to combat the demons there, Osrion's squad was sent in too. They didn't stay long, at the Stair. They managed to attain a ride to Shatter Point by gryphon then to Honor Hold. After several months of uneventful scouting in the barren wastes of Hellfire, Osrion's squad was sent to Terokkar Forest to look for a path to the Shadowmoon Valley.

They found it, unfortunately there was a mass of Fel Orcs en route through the pass into the valley. A good number had smelled the scent of human nearby and rushed to investigate. Thankfully the squad was given tools to ensure their survival. Osrion armed a Goblin Rocket launcher and fired it at the fast approaching orcs, halting only a few of them and killing around five others. The rest of the squad open fired with rifles on the ridge. Osrion began to sling arrows out into the fel orcs. With so many of the Fel orcs being slain so far away the squad grew cocky, they didn't watch their backs. Three fel orcs jumped from behind them, killing Sergeant Whitmer and Private Langs and then mortally wounding Corporal Keeque. Osrion and Private Julow managed to route the remaining fel orcs with a pair of grenades and slayed the three assaulting orcs.

Uneasily making it to Alleria Stronghold, Osrion and Julow recounted what happened to the keep's commander. Julow and Osrion were the only survivors as Keeque had died on the way to the keep. The commander took the dog tags from Osrion, promoting him to Sergeant to replace Whitmer. Osrion asked for the spare tags and held onto them tightly. This kept up for quite some time, until he was reassigned and sat the rest of the war out in Nethergarde Keep.

In only a short time after the events on Outland, Osrion and his squad was sent with the forces heading to Northrend. His squad, featuring the returning Corporal Julow and several new faces, was shipped to Valgarde after the fort was set up and properly defended against the Vrykul. The scouts moved around the fighting via cliff-side pass and traveled north-west to the newly established Fort Westguard. Here they restocked and were sent off again to Fort Wildervar, from there on out the scouts were to find a suitable mountain pass for the army to travel through to get to the Dragonblight.

After several weeks of travel, Osrion finally made it to Wintergarde Keep. They went to the Commander and gave him their report on the surrounding area from Wildervar to Wintergarde. A night's rest later, screaming and explosions were heard outside. A massive necropolis hovered just over the barracks of which Osrion and his men were housed! A rallying cry was given by a Captain as undead appeared underneath the Necropolis, Osrion and his men retreated into the keep and mounted their rifles on the wall on the last level as everything hit the fan at once.

Three days later, Osrion and his squad were ordered to make their way north through the dragonblight to Zul'drak. With no hesitation Osrion and his men left the fort, knowing it was a doomed fight. They left the fort and made for the Argent base camp at Light's Trust.

Over the course of the next month, Osrion and his squad fought and scouted Zul'drak for the Argent Crusade. It was only in the latter days when things got worse. Osrion and his men were retreating to The Argent Stand with a platoon of Argent Soldiers to help reinforce the Stand. However a large Scourge force attacking from the sides of the road prevented this. Abominations, scourged drakkari, and undead of all kinds assaulted the breathers. Osrion and his men fought hard until a blow on the back of his head cut things short.

Waking up a couple of hours later, Osrion found himself strapped to a table. A pile of armor was laid nearby, containing Argent and Stormwind issue armor. His restraints were weak and bloody, as if someone else had tried to force them to break from sheer force. Osrion attempted to do this as well, and it worked much to his surprise. Re-armoring himself, Osrion peered around looking for anyone still alive. He soon found several mutilated corpses in a pile of gore, no recognizable faces were there. On a nearby table however were the bloody dog-tags of Osrion's squad and of the missing Argent Crusaders.

Soon after a moment Corporal Julow appeared behind Osrion, covered in a foul stench and green ooze. He looked frightened and distraught, his skin bubbling as a scream echoed from his mouth. Osrion could not stand to watch his friend like this, and ended his life with his sword and uttering a prayer for his soul and the souls of the other dead. With that he set a fire to the bodies, cremating them. The tattered man wandered off into the darkness of the night, a large fire blazing behind him.

He was found a week later, his armor badly damaged, clinging to his bow and personal affects in a cave in Crystalsong Forest by a group of Alliance Soldiers taking shelter from the blizzard outside. When the storm subsided, they took Osrion to Dalaran to give him medical attention. He was treated and was taken through a portal to Stormwind, where he was then led to the Command Center and he gave an Officer an account of what happened and the dog tags around his neck. Osrion Naemia was honorably discharged from the army due to the obvious mental trauma he was experiencing.

Osrion made his way to Goldshire where he once again bought a room at the inn and lived there day by day. He has been doing this since then, living mainly out of that inn and the tasks he does for people every day.