Aldridge

Information

Player: Avalanche

Character: Jonathan Aldridge

Character In-Game Name: Aldridge

Nickname(s): Aldy, Baldy, or Jon.

Association(s): Alliance, Alcaz Sanctuary

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald, though has a full crisp brown beard.

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 301

Height: 6'1

Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance

Workman's vest, or a tatty t-shirt held up by brown suspenders, Greasy oiled leggings and dirt stained boots that are knee-high.

Tall, stocky though having no incredible six pack or 9-inch-thick arms, Aldridge carries himself in a slight hunch, he more often than not drags his feet lazily and is usually complaining about weather, elves or anything to be of little importance, but mostly elves.

Aldridge publicly carries a soft-spot for Cats, Horses and gryphons, at one point stating "'orses are more fackin' civilized than elves." He carries a strong Irish accent, and it's no rarity for some to ask him to repeat his sentence.

It'd be a lie to say Aldridge had wonderful hair, simply because he has none, he burdens a shining bald head, and has been joked about by the younger generation to reflect heat and light.

Aldridge has tired eyes, usually faint bags under them, and from constant frowning, he's adopted crows feet at both peepers, other wrinkles chiseled through out his face, and the noticeable eye patch that covers his right eye, claiming 'He had lost in a fencing tournament'.

Personality

A dictator, believes about ruling with an Iron fist, often cynical, not seeing past his barrier of prejudice, too proud to accept help or ask questions. He seems to put on a hard face in the presence of fear or heartbreak.

History

At the tender age of fifteen, Jonathan proved extreme combat prowess with a broadsword, practicing nearly every day for four years, his peers, his family and his trainer noticed this, and so did he. The disturbing cloud of arrogance over took him as he defeated most he challenged, though the opponents being village folk, he believed that he is twice the swordsman Arthas is.

As he was recognized for his talent, despite being arrogant, he was sent to Stormwind for tutoring and to heighten his definition of his 'prowess' as he was making progress in his expensive, prestigious education, he lost to a Woo Ping, a weapons trainer, at that moment he threw his broadsword towards his peers and stormed out of the grounds in the face of the harsh stench, that is defeat.

For weeks with no end he scolded himself, turning his so called 'prowess' into an obsession, striving constantly to perfect his style, his stance, not allowing himself for a moment to allow any negative thought take over his oh-so perfection in the art of sword play, after all... he is twice the swordsman Arthas is, right?

Wrong. The longer Jonathan obsessed over winning, over perfection, the more his performance declined, to the point where his temper took over nearly every fight her participated in, friendly or otherwise. This dampened his judgement, his 'skill'.

It came to a point where he was sword fighting with a childhood friend, semi-sharp swords in a practice spar, his friend tapped him on the knee then on his head, Jonathan once again lost his temper, smashing the sword out of his friend's hand, and rushed him to the floor where he repeatedly stabbed, stamped and sliced until the resistance from his "Friend" stopped, and grief struck him, harder than any sword has before, he had just murdered someone. Murdered someone he's known for over twenty years.

Four days after he was forced to flee his village as the local militia found the body and constantly asked Jonathan's mother of his whereabouts and where he was on the day it happened, Jonathan set off to Menethill Harbour, in seek of a refuge, somewhere nobody would find him.

The death of a close friend didn't kill the obsession, it only fueled it...