Trevor

Information

Player: Warlock21

Character Full Name: Trevor Whittleman

Character In-Game Name: Trevor

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Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, Loose

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 184 lbs

Height: 5'11"

Appearance

Plain mail armor with a red shield and hammer.

Personality

Alignment: Good

I am fun and outgoing person who only tries to lift spirits, some might say I has a joyful aura around me. I do not hate any races in particular though I am not very fond of orcs, they have always intimidated me. I currently travel and make money off of tournaments and orcs have always been my one trouble, always mocking me and telling me I am a weakling. I have a passion for gnomes; they are so intelligent and funny, they may be short but they can pack quite a punch if you make fun of them. I try to get along with everyone as best I can and never cause problems. Most of the time I like to hang out at the many taverns around Azeroth introducing myself to people and becoming friends, I try to be a social as possible as you will never know when you need help. During my travels fighting various opponents I also make a lot of friends as we don't hate each other we mainly do it to make a living or just for the fun of competing. I have learned to enjoy the little things in life and to take nothing for grant it. If I was to be made mad it would only happen if I was embarrassed in front of a large group of people I would probably be left in a mood all day trying to get over it.

History

I am Trevor Whittleman. Follower of the Light, Warrior, and Human. This is my history.

I was the son of a travelling salesman who only tried to make a living for himself and his two boys Elijah and I, Trevor, my mother had died giving birth to my younger brother and we were broke. One day, we were traveling during the night when a large group of Defias bandits attacked us. I and my brother were still young so we couldn't do anything... We watched as our father was mercilessly slaughtered, the bandits took our goods running off into the forest leaving us crying in fear. A few years later I was fifteen and decided to join the Westfall Militia and help deal with the bandits. I was taken in as an archer; I showed much talent for it. I made some decent coin off of it, at least enough to feed us, we slept outside every night looking at the night skies wondering where we would end up in the next few years...

Age twenty-one I decided it was time we went our separate ways. We said our good-byes and I set foot for Stormwind City to learn the ways of the light and become a paladin, I didn't take much interest in it though so I stayed the warrior that I was, I heard that there would soon be an expedition for Northrend so I signed myself up. I started packing and sent a letter to my brother on where I was headed and why, why? Because I needed something interesting to do I needed to serve the Alliance! we took a large steam powered boat, and when we arrived it was -very- cold everywhere you went you had the chills but you eventually would get used to it. As we were traveling through the Borean Tundra we met many different life forms, one was the Tuskarr much like walruses. They spoke about their ways their version of the "Light" and were very friendly, as we continued onward we were attacked, by a force of large men and by large I mean LARGE like almost double my size with big horned helmets and axes, they defeated us and I barely escaped with my life. A letter was sent to the families of the expedition soldiers telling them we were dead and would be remembered.

I wasn't sure how Elijah would take it I mean I hoped to see him again but I was lost and couldn't get back without a boat... We were supposed to meet back with another group of the Alliance but that wasn't happening the people who attacked us took the bodies and our map, I had no escape. I lived the next five years of my life in Northrend hunting the giant animals that lived there and building a small hut. I decided it was time to try and return, things had changed there was now a large well I guess you could call it harbor in Northrend that had boats that went all the way to Stormwind and back. I returned only to learn Elijah was capture by Warlocks and deemed dead, I wanted to learn as much as I could about them… And I was told of people who hunt down these warlocks and bandits that hide underground.