Winston

Information

Player: Walluce

Character Full Name: Friar Winston Mallory

Character In-Game Name: Winston

Nickname(s): Friar Mallory

Association(s): The Church of the Holy Light, The Grand Alliance, and another more mysterious organization.

Race: Human

Class: Priest / Friar

Age: 78 and damn proud of it.

Sex: Male

Hair: Winston, though balding, has retained a ring of snowy white hair on his scalp to match a neatly trimmed beard on his cheeks.

Eyes: The old friar's eyes are a watery pair of blue orbs, rimmed by thick wrinkles and heavy lids.

Weight: 242 lb (A bit on the hefty side)

Height: five feet, eight inches

Appearance

The Friar Winston wraps himself in the modest attire of a good Light fearing man while walking among the public streets. Any robe of an earthy shade will do, however, whilst near any shrine of the Light, Winston puts his best foot foreword and dresses in the finest robes he can muster. Always, though he bares an eyepatch to cover his maimed right eye.

Other: Winston lost an eye when the Northshire clerics went into battle with Archbishop Faol.

Personality

Winston is very old for a human, and his demeanor reflects this. Through the years he has learned patience, humility, a few words of wisdom and quiet a bit of baking. The old man not only seems to know when to lend and ear and when to give advice, but also how to cook up a slice of chocolate heaven in the form of a delicious pastry.

He is best represented as a grandfatherly figure, as he not only seems addicted to comforting, protecting and aiding young adventurer's but he also loves to spoil his pupils, always happy to give them little gifts or candies. Because of all this, Winston seems to posses a rather friendly personality but even a good friar can hold his secrets.

Hidden deep behind the mask of a wizened old man is a secret life. Some of the more astute might notice that he does not like nor desire to speak of himself, instead he always seems to push the focus of any conversation away from him and toward the person he speaks with. He also seems to deny compliments more than a normal man should, always giving a little refusal to whatever kind words are thrown his way.

Perhaps this is due to guilt, but the ordinary person would never know.

History

Winston was born a very long time ago in the Elwynn area. His father, Light rest him, was a banker in Stormwind before it's destruction and rebuilding, that is, and his mother was a home maker. They were a family of moderate wealth and they led a comfortable existence.

As a young boy, and an only child, he was spoiled terribly by his mother and nannies. Every one of his whims and desires where met with and his every action was showered with an unholy amount of praise.

Each Sunday they would flock to the Cathedral, Winston and his parents that is, and pay their respects to the Light. Winston never enjoyed this, it was all so boring and pompous he thought, but his mother always snuck him candies on this outing while father wasn't looking so Winston had no need to complain. In short, his young life was enchanted, and up until his teen years he would never experience pain.

Finally, nearing the age of seventeen, a reality check came Winston's way. As a gawky and awkward young adult he attempted to court a woman not too much older then himself. Her name was Bella, and she was twenty one. This minx, however, would have nothing to do with poor Winston and this, his first rejection was met with an emotional thunderstorm within himself.

The night Winston asked her to walk the canals with him, she of course refused, saying “I'm so sorry Winston, but my dearest love Gregory has promised to take me to a ball tonight”. The simple innocence of this refusal seemed to only more agitate Winston even more, and so a melodramatic in those times, he took to the city's streets at night in a folly attempt to run away.

The horrors of urban life after dark appalled Winston. Before he had never seen hookers or homeless men scrounging in the alleyways. On this fateful night he saw peasant children, with dirty faces and bloodied knees, he saw drug addicts and beggars, cut purses and deathly ill men, falling over themselves in the slop by the side of the road.

It seemed all too horrible for Winston to comprehend. Surely his life had not been this sheltered?

“Why?” he thought to himself. Why did he have so much and they so little? Why did he deserve to become upset over one rejection, while these poor souls wallowed in poverty?

And so, still in the melodramatic mood, Winston made a brash and emotionally charged decision which would shape the rest of his life. He joined the holy orders.

By morning, he had stumbled his way to the doors of a local cathedral. At this point, he was drunk and barefoot. Even today old Winston is not completely sure where his shoes disappeared to, but he recalls getting drunk with a homeless dwarf in a gutter and drinking long fiery gulps of some mysterious liquor.

The priests, being the unnaturally kind hearted lot they are, took Winston in. At first they denied all his pleas to join the path of a holy man, as after all he was drunk and not within his right mind. Eventually, however, Winston was sent home to his incredibly worried mother and rather irritated father. Winston expressed his interest to become a man of the light constantly while he stayed with his parents again, until his father, always the reasonable type, sent his son with his blessings to Northshire abbey.

“Come back with a clerics staff so I can knock your head from the clouds!” Where Mr. Mallory's last words to Winston as he left.

Winston would indeed become a holy man as time passed. Learning the three virtues of the light among the intricacies of abbey life. At the age of twenty two, he was an ordained member of the Northshire abbey.

And then war came.

Winston was one of the clerics Archbishop Faol led into battle before the first war. In that blood soaked conflict Winston witnessed horrible atrocities. He saw his brothers die, and his faith came close to shattering.

“How can one man change this war ridden world?”

Yet the virtue of Tenacity led him through these difficult times. Doubt, though had already taken up roots in his faith.

Soon after, the creation of the Paladins allowed Winston the choice to live a more quite life. Winston would refuse this offer and follow camps of soldiers as a healer and preacher during the first and second wars. It is during this period, Winston became involved with a mysterious group of vigilantes. Dedicated to the ‘Greater Good' these men possessed a twisted lust for retribution.

In one such act for the ‘The Greater Good', Winston was ordered to slay an already injured and dieing man who was reportedly a murderer back in Lordearon. The friar did, and he has had nightmares ever since.

Winston settled down in the rebuilt Stormwind after the second war and tended to the Cathedral and orphanage. Now, for reasons unclear to the world, he seeks to again aid Alliance efforts and serve ‘The Greater Good'.