Randal

Information

Character full name: Randal Bou Westlake.

In-game name: Randal

Associations: Kul Tiras (Loosely).

Alignment: Neutral Good.

Race: Human. (Kul Tirian.)

Class: IC, none, OOC, Warrior.

Age: 19.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Black.

Eyes: Green.

Weight: 147 lbs.

Height: 6'

Build: The Skinny side of average.

Skills: Other then being really good at reading, and etiquette, he has none.

Appearance

A disguise, or his proper clothing, lavish suits and the like. A fake mustache to hide his identity.

Personality

Young and full of hope, Randal has spent much of his life on his families secluded offshore estate. Sheltered from everyone, but his nanny and parents, most of his life has been spent in his father's library, reading about mathematics, philosophy, history, science and the like, as well as many nights sneaking in to be thrilled by the tales of Azeroth's greatest heroes. His eager mind filled with romanticism and delusions of grandeur. In a wealthy family, he has had everything in life given to him up until his departure, custom to formality, as well as respect and all around getting what he wants. His contact socially has been very limited, usually with his parent's maid, talking with her due to his parent's absence, but this was to a limited extent. He has grown now, a young man not wanting to follow the hum drum existence of a trader, embarking on a journey to see the world, and carve his own destiny, being exposed to new ideas, and hands on experience. He could change in many ways, but his training in etiquette and addiction to formality seems to remain a constant, standing when a woman enters the room, kissing hands, being overly gentlemen like to a failing.

History

Not much, he was born to a prominent Kul Tirian Merchant and his wife, growing up on a seculded offshore estate away from the rest of the world, unmarred by the horror of war, or the terrors of poverty, he has had everything brought to him on a silver plater, but even having most every wish fulfilled, but he grew up feeling the void of his parent's prescience. His nanny training him in proper etiquette, he had many slaps on the wrist when dinning, the words "Sit up straight!" Or "Wrong fork!" Barked at him over the coarse of his early age. He learned the "proper" way to walk, talk, eat, dress and over all behave, usually getting a right quick spanking, some of which still pain him today, from his nanny. Being strictly held to the traditions of being a gentlemen, he had the idea that women are pretty flowers, meant to be cherished and taken care of, and men were rocks, foundation, polite and caring, as well as sturdy. His time wasn't always spent in the library, as he got older, he might practice riding a horse on the estate's stable, or attempt to fence with his father's armor collect, which he was soon found out, and chastised for. Sneaking onto the roof of the mansion to gaze at the stars, it seemed as he grew, so did his will to learn and expirence new things. Thirst for adventure leading him to escaping the estate and traveling across Azeroth, with his frantic parents trying to get him back.((Not much for history, young character with a dull life, hoping to have the majority of his history made rather then pre-set.))