Sabrand

Information

Player: Esthrunil

Character Full Name: Sabrand Damien Fletcher

Character In-Game Name: Sabrand

Nickname(s): None yet.

Association(s): The Alliance, Stormwind.

Race: Human

Class: Rogue

Age: 37

Sex: Male

Hair: Shoulder-length, dark black hair. He has no facial hair to speak of and keeps himself fairly well-groomed.

Eyes: A fairly light blue.

Weight: 162 lbs.

Height: 6'1”

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Sabrand wears fairly loose fitting shirts of darker colors at most times. He favors red shirts, but has been known to branch out into deep and light blues.

Other: Sabrand's build is mostly lean and well-toned. He doesn't have much power behind his muscle, but has a proper frame for faster movement, whether it be running or otherwise, and is capable of the stamina required to do so for extended periods of time.

Personality

Sabrand Fletcher, mostly through what chance or fate may have desired, is a Psychopath. Incapable of empathy and most true emotional feeling, Sabrand is a man capable of truly cruel acts. He is a charming fellow and is incredibly quick-witted, much preferring to read about something before attempting it when given the chance to. He views everything in terms of challenges and how to overcome them. A person, to him, is something to be solved in some manner and then discarded in some manner.

When approached with a challenge or forcing a challenge upon himself, Sabrand is intent on not failing, approaching it with as full a force of his skills as he can muster. Should he fail, he is sure to try again if not only to prevail using a different method.

History

Born to a merchant and his wife in Stormwind, Sabrand Fletcher was an only child. As an infant, Sabrand's parents stayed in Stormwind and settled down to sell their wares in a store and raise their child in peace. Much was well within their family for several years. However, once Sabrand was capable of coherent speech, the family uprooted and began once again on their lives as Merchants, traveling to such provinces as Westfall and Redridge (Not without help or hardship, of course.)

Sabrand's father, being the proud Azerothian he was, took his family to find some group of refugees after the horrible attack on their precious city. When they found such a group, they joined and offered what services they could to help the survivors. His father and mother attended to the wounded as best they could while he, still but a child, did nearly nothing to help. At around the age of ten, his father caught him bludgeoning a rabbit to death with a rock and scolded him for doing so. Seven weeks later, he did the very same to another, but hid the corpse away.

Years passed and Stormwind was retaken, prepared for all who were forced out to start anew. Sabrand's family returned to their city and Sabrand, now of a proper age to begin working, did just that. He helped move smaller boxes around and generally worked with his own father. In Stormwind's weaker times, he met on weekends with a man who took it upon himself to teach the child and a group of seventeen others to swing a sword properly. If anything, it would help them to protect themselves, he believed. This new challenge fascinated Sabrand so much that he took to it rather zealously. During sparring, he was noted for his viciousness to begin, though he was quickly reprimanded and took to fighting more civilly.

At the time of Stormwind's true “rebirth,” Sabrand began proper schooling as opposed to his home schooling. Throughout his childhood, his mother taught him to write, read and speak properly while his father taught him how to work with numbers and what proper etiquette was for which situation. Now, however, he took to learning various things from history to art and the like. He much enjoyed his new place, taking to reading the books provided as work and then some. Due to his powerful enjoyment for learning however, some other children picked at him a wee bit, mostly playfully. Sabrand lost his temper and got into several fights throughout his school years, losing most of them.

Stormwind prospered for a great deal of time and so did Sabrand. He worked as a merchant's apprentice for his father through most of his late teenaged years and early adulthood, reading books on law and etiquette in his spare time. He even took up swordsmanship and fine arts as specific hobbies, training his body and his vision to their so-called limit and farther. He learned horseback riding from his father and continued to progress his knowledge. He hoarded books and accumulated a grand collection of them in his own home, taking every bit of knowledge that he could from them.

Time passed and Sabrand took off on his own with the merchant business, making quick sales and purchases. He invested cleverly and managed to become quite the successful businessman, still taking to his old hobbies in his spare time. He studied swords, knives, anatomy and even herbal remedies. His knowledge, though mostly theoretical, was incredible. Over these years, he took on quite a few relationships as well. So many, in fact, that he managed to not be seen with the same woman for more than two months at a time, should he be lucky. He overcame that challenge as well, however, and is now seeing the same woman he had been for one year prior to today.

With the fall of Lordaeron came an influx of refugees and Sabrand, being the ever clever investor he was, took to exploiting their need for his want. He sold the proper provisions to those entering the lands of Azeroth with a superficial smile and a cleverly placed handshake. Though something always did seem missing to him. Sabrand couldn't see why people kept to such pleasantries as they had been for all this time, other than the logical reason to keep order among the people. Working within the lines seemed boring and yet it seemed such an interesting challenge to him.

Presently, Sabrand is a well-off socialite with his own hands in a somewhat grown merchant business. He still reads in his off-time and finds ways to overcome the challenges presented to him, but he wonders of some things. He wonders why he should not do what he likes when he would like to. This thought brings another challenge to him, it seems. People being the challenge that they are already, it would seem that it would be even more challenging to hunt them without their knowledge. Even more interesting a thought would be to hunt them without the knowledge of the current -law.-

Sabrand isn't a murderer or serial killer yet, though. He needs to think of a point and whatnot, a gimmick as they say. That will come in time, it appears.