Aenyon

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Information

Player: Lunaxy

Character Full Name: Aenyon Shadowstep.

Character In-Game Name: Aenyon

Nickname(s): Aen/Lover-boy(Only knew by certain people).

Association(s): Silvermoon, Order of the Shadows, Horde.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Rogue

Skills and Abilities: Subtle, fast and swift killing. Also great perception and hearing.

Age: 145

Sex: Male

Hair: Swept long black. (Falcon hair style.)

Eyes: Fel-green.

Weight: 63KG.

Height: 1,88m.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Aenyon is usually clad in a red-esque leather set with a hood. His casual wear consists of a simple black shirt with black pants.

Scars: Claw mark on his left cheek, a scar running down his right eyebrow down to his cheek (skips the eye socket), a big scar on his chest (from getting impaled by a sword) that ends on his back and a big scar running from his chest to his stomach.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

He's mostly gentle with everyone and tries to be friends with everyone despite race. Sometimes he's rude toward nobles and rich people, but he tries his best to hold himself. He doesn't drink alcohol most of the time as he has some problems with alcohol, more of an addiction to it.

History

Aenyon grew up in Silvermoon. At first, he was a simple artist, gaining money from making portraits of rich people. It lasted pretty good for a time,but, being no fighter, Aenyon was ambushed by a few outlanders who took all his money and belongings and gave him a great beat up.

After that, Aenyon found himself healed by Silvermoon priests, he decided it was about time to start some aggresive training, or combat training. He started off with with scout training, so it won't put him in too much fights, slowy, he was progressing, as a scout, he learned the basic of beign subtle and silent, but he wanted to go a bit ahead on his training, now, all he wanted, was to become an assassin.

Aenyon was found by a mysterious Quel'dorei cald in dark-leather armor. He made a simple question To Aenyon, who was confused at first, but did answer it. The question was:

"Greetings, young quel'dorei. I've seen you from afar, and so far, I noted you're training as a scout. Tell me, do you want to be an assassin? I shall train you myself."

Aenyon was confused at how what he wanted just came to him, he just opened his mouth and said. "Yes!" With a confused, yet enjoyable smile.

After this, the Quel'dorei took Aenyon to a camp. He gave Aenyon food and shelter for some time and even became friends. The Quel'dorei offered Aenyon simple jobs, but at some point he decided to go further and offered Aenyon training, a special type of training. Aenyon was starting his assassin training. To be subtle, swift, fast and unseen was what he was truly being trained for.

Aenyon did rather well for a initiate, he passed his arts as a hobbies and took his training as something more important. He continued his training for a good time, having learned everything that the training could teach. He decided it was time to go, except, his master was not around anymore. He chose to wait him in order to give him the message he was leaving, but then another Quel'dorie approached Aenyon. The elf was tired and wounded and Aenyon had seen him before, trained with him too.

Aenyon extended his arms and helped the young Quel'dorei stay on his feet. "What happened to you, brother? And our master?", He asked clearly and pointedly.

"We w-were attacked by a-another a-assassins." The boy said, probably using what was left of his strength. His wounds were already draining the life of him at that time.

"Our master, where is him? What happened to him?", Aenyon asked, only fearing his master and his friend death, and his fear was confirmed, the Quel'dorei felt to his knees, spitting blood and growling. Aenyon tried to help, but his skills in first aid was not enough to save the sin'dorei life. He died.

At this time the Third War was happening, Aenyon suffering heavily with it. Arthas and his undead troops marched to the Sunwell, destruction, chaos, death. Aenyon's entire family was killed and most of his friends died as well. He couldn't take it and ran away to stay away for some time. Was he a coward, or he just want to survive? Well, he didn't know, but he did survive after all.

From times to times, he appeared on Silvermoon, until the day all his kind started to siphon the Fel that Kael'thalas forces brought back. It made him feel ill at first, but as the time passed, Aenyon got used to it. After the Quel'dorei kind were renamed to Sin'dorei, Aenyon continued his life normally except, the death of all close to him, gave him a serious problem with socialization. He tried, and still tries to make friend with everyone despite race, even Kaldorei, but his way of friendship seems odd to some people. For Aenyon, 'true' friendship is a really hard thing to get. However his new master, Selviorn, earned his trust and he considers her his only true friend.

He lived without knowing what happened to his master and believing the Sin'dorei's death was his fault. He probably knew his master also should have died, but he was unsure of that. Aenyon continued his training on his own and after nearly sixty years of training and cunning, he was granted sharp skills with a blade and enough strength to throw a metal shuriken that could pierce into armor, or at least the more weaker metal ones.

Aenyon continued doing back-jobs and painting continued as his hobby, sometimes he would use it to gain some money. He traveled land to land finding himself new jobs, and that's how he had been living until now. A few things changed in his life, he discovered many new things and made new friends, but never did consider any of his friends 'true friends'.

When he finally gathered enough money, he bought all the useful things he needed such as reddish leather armor with a hood, something really similar to his master's, many weapons and even made one himself.

Aenyon carries with him around ten weapons, from swords to hidden knifes. The knives can be found in locations such as his boots that he modified himself to carry two hidden knifes, one in each side. He learned at last a bit of every profession he could, but never showed true interest for any in specific. He wanted to practice engineering, but it was out of his reach due to monetary problems.

Aenyon found himself into very few adventures, even risky ones, such as venturing by himself into the Kaldorei woods of Ashenvale. He knew that he could be killed, or even find 'true friendship'. To him, finding the friendship could be more risky than death. He found nothing but trouble and was ambushed by a huntress. His knee was broken and he was left to die into the woods, but was found by a priestess who healed him rather than finishing him. He did not leave, rather he started to use the risky place to practice.

"How long can I stay being unseen or killed?", was the only thing he could think of. Training, the word never left his mind and until his very last days, he will train more and more. His goal is to achieve perfection, but -we- know there is no perfection, meaning his training will last forever.