Slade

Information

Player: ToxicFrozt

Character Full Name: Slade Baker

Character In-Game Name: Slade

Nickname(s): Baker

Association(s): Alliance

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Hair: Black and grown half way down his back kept in a loose ponytail, along with a neatly trimmed goatee

Eyes: Peircing brown eyes, naturally squinted.

Weight: 220 lb.

Height: A mighty tall 6'6.

Appearance

Casual peasant wear, nothing flashy or out of the ordinary.

Other: May carry a blade from time to time.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Slade Baker is problematic in some ways, well, in most ways. Always causing trouble and starting brawls. Lacking in patience and trust, but packing brute strength. This angry young lad is out to find his purpose in life and perhaps find a company that will take a wreckless fool.

History

Growing up as a blacksmith's apprentice in Stormwind was not an easy life. Thrown around and verbally abused his whole childhood, it was all Slade ever learned to do (other than make a decent blade). Told that he was worthless and would never amount to anything, Slade has set out to prove his parents wrong.

At the age of 12 Slade ran away from his parents, on account of his father being an abusive drunk and his mother not being around to feed or clothe him. He was taken in by the local blacksmith and his family the Wellers, Slade apprenticed under Weller for a few years but never grew close to the family. Slade's problems only grew worse as he grew older, detatching himself from society completely at the age of 16.

For the next two years his only function was hammering the anvil day and night. He made blade after blade, cooling than sharpening each by hand. With his skill as a blacksmith he set out, deciding never to come back. He traveled town to town, village to village repairing and sharpening the locals weapons and tools. He would take his money and go, return a few months later and then depart again.

One cold night he was skipping stones while taking a break on his journy through the Wetlands, it was like any other night, but that night there was another on the road. Another traveler offering his trade for a good sum of silver. He sat down next to Slade and began to throw stones aswell "How do you get them to skip like that?" the man asked. Slade was puzzled by this, he had never taught any one anything before. "Errhm, you have to flick your wrist I think, thats how I've always done it." Slade replied. The man tried and was unseccessful. "You win some you lose some." He mumbled as he stood back up "May I ask your name?" It took a moment for Slade to reply, as he was deep in thought; this man reminded him so much of his father, but a much calmer, sober version of his father. "Slade, Slade Baker." "Well, Baker." The man replied "It was nice meeting you, I best be on my way.. One last thing, I heard Stormwind is looking for young men like yourself."

That was the last Slade ever saw of the man. Slade had no idea why the encounter set him on his way to Stormwind, but he knew one thing. That was his destination. Ah, aproaching Stormwind in all it's glory; and this is where our story begins.