Raphael Ordonis

Information

Player: ThePharaoh

Character Full Name: Raphael Ordonis

Character In-Game Name: Raphael

Nickname(s): Raph

Association(s): Alliance, Lordaeron

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Hair: Black

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 210 lbs

Height: 6' 3

Appearance

Raphael has developed a keen sense of style. He usually has a hat tilted to block the top half of his face. He prefers suits, and usually wears a matching hat. As far as armor is concerned he usually wears what is practical. Any mail will do, as he isn't picky when it comes to armor, his clothes are a different story entirely.

Other: Raphael is usually seen smoking a large cigar, he always keeps a small metal case in his breast pocket filled with large cigars. He's bald (by choice) and cares deeply for his black hat, as it was his fathers.

Personality

Raphael is a vulgar crude individual who tells it like it is. He isn't one to lie, and has a pretty good sense of humor. He cares about his appearance, and -loves- women, he is somewhat of a flirtatious individual. He constantly smokes, and loves drinking. He has a good heart if you befriend him, but it would take a lot of patience to do so. He also has no problem, killing as his mind has been traumatized at a young age. He continually wishes to train and improve his skills, attempting to live up to the expectations of his father and brother.

History

Raphael was born in a conflicted life style. He was always around war, it was all he ever had known. Being born in Stratholme, he witnessed the horror of death as it was burned into his memory. For Raphael, death had become an acquired taste. His mother died while giving birth to him, she was sick and it was expected as the mid-wife told her she was in poor condition for natural birth. Her last words were the name of her new born baby boy, "Raphael" she said as her life fleeted from her body.

Raphael had an older brother, Ezekiel "Zeke" Ordonis who was everything Raphael wanted to be; smart, strong, handsome and well liked by everyone, including his father. Zeke and their father were both talented warriors, and both fought for the alliance. Over crude dinners under candle light the two would talk about gruesome battles they fought with a young Raphael listening as he ate his dinner.

It was during one of these dinners, where Raphael's life was changed forever. A beating on the door, disturbed their meal as the serenade of tortured screams seeped through the windows. Zeke and their father, quickly armed themselves, as a teenage Raphael opened the door. It was their neighbor, but behind the neighbor he saw the flames of the buildings burning, entrails of civilians in the streets, as the scourge ran rampant feasting on flesh. "Stratholme is Under attack!!" The words were blotted out, as Raphael stood shocked, and scared, his hands sweaty as they shook on the door knob.

He came to, as his father and brother pushed passed him. They talked to the neighbor and split up, he could only make out their conversation after replaying it years later in his head.

"Zeke! Take care of your brother, get him out of here. Your mother didn't die for nothin'"

"Father! Let me fight with you, I'm stronger. -You'll- need me" Zeke pleaded, explosions rang out behind him. A silhouette of Mal'Ganis marched on far in the distance. Thunder roared as what sounded like a thousand hooves marched into town. "It's Sir Artha-" a voice was cut off, as he was stabbed by a knight. He fell to the ground lifeless.

"Zeke! Go Now!" His father screamed as he ran off into the shadows. Zeke grunted, looking to the neighbor. "Take care of Raphael." Those were the last words Raphael heard Zeke say as he disappeared in the opposite direction of their father. The neighbor, grabbed Raphael's hand and began running. Raphael snatched his wrist away and ran upstairs, the heat from the burning houses could be felt in the air. He grabbed some clothes (including his fathers black hat), some of his mothers jewlery, and a picture of their family and left.

By the time he returned to the doorway his neighbor had left, he ran down the street, screaming. He dodged demons, and blood lusting skeletons, as well as armored warriors serving Arthas. He was terrified, he gripped the belongings with both hands, as warm tears extended from his eyes. "RAPHAEL!" He stopped, his eyes wide opened, he turned around looking to see his father. "Where is your brother!?" his father asked, over the sound of screams, and fire crackling wood. "I...I don't know!" Raphael responded. "I'm Sor-" Raphael never finished his apology, as his father was impaled by one of Arthas' knights. The look of confusion and horror on his proud fathers face remained with him still to this day. He collapsed on his knees in a pool of his own blood with his eyes open. The "purging" continued.

Raphael turned around and ran as fast as he could, holding his belongings, he escaped Stratholme through a path his friends used when they were young delinquents. He sobbed as he figured they were dead by now. He left the burning city without looking back, he learned to hunt crudely and live on his own for the next few months as he didn't trust any alliance city. As he got older he began doing mercenary work and vowed to be the strongest warrior he could, to make up for his past weaknesses.