Aarn

Information

Player: Hentick Character Full Name: Aarn Belamont

Character In-Game Name: Aarn

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Stormwind

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 21 years old

Sex: Male

Hair: Aarn has long dark hair, going the full length of his face, but not down to his shoulders. A goatee around his mouth area compliments his hair.

Eyes: Green

Weight: 179lbs

Height: 6'

Appearance

When Aarn is not wearing armor, he wears his casual clothes, consisting of a blue so-called workman's shirt, black banded pants, as well as black boots, often given to recruits.

Personality

He is a well mannered young man, and a very loyal one at that – loyal to the Alliance Volunteer Army, and to his friends. Aarn values human life, meaning, he won't kill unless it's necessary. He's a calm person by nature, and is not shy what so ever. He'll execute most orders, but he is not above the law. He's open to most people, but will not utter his own opinions so often, when he is on duty, except when specifically asked to. Aarn is determined to impress his commander, Saif Al-Essa, that he is a good soldier. He is wary of night elves, because he has seen them come to Goldshire, insulting humans and acting all high and mighty.

History

Born, twenty-one years ago, on a small farmstead in Westfall, into a happily married family. His father and mother was farmers, and they had only one son, which they had named Aarn. His father showed him early on how to take care of the animals on the farm, while his mother taught him manners. After all, politeness was the art of choosing among one's real thoughts (OOCly: Abel Stevens). - That's what his mother said, at least. At the age of eight, he was a polite little man, and he had fun playing around with the animals on the farm. His life was a happy one, and the farmstead was full of places and things to explore. He had the life of a regular farmer kid, playing with kids from nearby farms. Soon, things were about to change, though, for little Aarn Belamont. His family was not rich, but they weren't poor either. They were your average farmers, but something changed. Their crops turned bad a year, and this had a huge impact on their income. This happened when Aarn was eleven years old. His father, Gaevin decided that it was time they sent Aarn away. They had enough money to buy themselves food, but not enough money to give Aarn the things he needed to grow up in a safe, and healthy environment. They sent him to his aunt and uncle, living in Goldshire. Even though Aarn did not understand why they would send him away, he did not cry. Not so much, anyways.

His aunt and uncle greeted him with open arms, embracing the polite little kid as a child of their own. They became like parents for the little boy. His aunt soon taught him how to read, and write, which Aarn seemed to like, though there was one thing he liked more than anything. Running around, and pretending to be a soldier. His uncle started telling him tales of the great heroes of Azeroth. The soldier's path was the one he wanted to go, a small, and rocky road, not fit for everyone. He grew up quickly, into that of a fine young man, a well mannered, and decent one at that. At the age of eighteen, he went to visit Stormwind for the first time, and it was as if a new world had opened for him. He had never been in such a big city, and it was truly refreshing. He saw more guards than he ever had, - armed soldiers, patrolling the streets. Not like he had seen in Goldshire, - this was vast. When he returned to his uncle and aunt, he told them his about his decision to move into Stormwind, and he lived there for well a year, before moving back to them. He had done odd jobs, mostly so that he could observe the army as they marched the streets, and when he returned, he took some more odd jobs, now for his uncle, although he missed the big city life. Aged nineteen, he moved back to Stormwind, this time for good. He found work in the Cathedral, working as a field medic, and that's where he learned to treat wounds. Now he stands, twenty-one, a soon-to-be soldier, a well mannered gentleman.