Alfred

Information

Player: Ruibarra

Character Full Name: Alfred Blackwood

Character In-game name: Alfred

Nickname(s): The Wolf of Blackwood

Association(s): The Alliance, Gilnean Refugees

Race: Worgen

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Alfred was born and raised as a guard to one of the noble houses. With so many years of training, Alfred is well trained in the art of sword play and the rifle. But, his true skill shows in a pair of dual axes. While he knows the proper way to hold a sword and rifle, his skills in those seem novice to the abilities with the axes. With the transformation, Alfred does well keeping the beast tamed. He only lets himself change when he feels he is in mortal danger.

Age: 34

Sex: Male

Hair: A goldish brown/A light grey mane.

Eyes: Brown eyes/Auburn eyes (Transformed)

Weight: 280 lbs.

Height: 6'6"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Usually found in a nice pair of trousers and a black jacket. He got rid of his armor when he changed, he prefers the looser clothing to accommodate his Worgen form. He will wear armor if requested, but if it came to that then the armor would be fitted around his Worgen sizes. Not the best idea to change and bust your armor off.

Other: He holds two savage looking axes, both are from Troggs he killed in his travels.

Personality

Alfred is the type of man that will answer to the call of an injured, fight off an enemy until he can not lift his fist, and still have time to sit down and drink a cup of tea with you. Alfred was raised to respect, honor, and to be as blunt as possible. He has been under the influence of a Noble house for twenty-seven years. This puts him in the mercy of other nobles because he was raised to protect them not lash out at them.

When Alfred was changed his first unwilling transformation was his last one, after tearing a noble child apart, he took over the monster and willed it to only come when he needs it. He does hold the personality before, it is just a bit more wild. He is way more blunt and much more stern with his bashes on people.

Alignment: Neutral good

History

"Wake up boy, You have practice to do and need I remind you what we do to those who are late?" This is what Alfred heard every morning until he was the age of eighteen. "I am coming, cap'n!" Sword drills and practice is all the things Alfred thought of during the day, when he wasn't learning, he was helping around the house doing as the Lord told. Alfred Blackwood, The Wall of Blackwood, he was told that his parents gave him up to House Whitewall for a few coin in hopes that their son would do great things. Everyone knew House Whitewall was a minor house, they were only foot soldiers for one of the Major houses in Gilneas. Alfred didn't know which house they were under all that well, the only thing he heard was "Practice this", "swing harder", and "no Wall, do this." Alfred felt more like a chore boy than a body guard.

When Alfred was ten, he went out with the Captain of the guard and watched the Wall being built, "Why they build'n tha' wall fo' ,cap'n?" Asked Alfred, "Because the king commands it we 'ave no place to argue." Would be the Captains response and that was that, the Wall was built and all Alfred saw those day was Gilneas.

As Alfred got older, he got more respect from the guards and was much loved by the house. His skills had finally toned well enough to be a personal bodyguard to the family as the age of eighteen. Life was easier at that time because all he did was follow the Lords son or Daughter around as they traveled the town for who knows what reason. The family had a daughter and as soon as she could walk and go on her own, Alfred was put on the job of protecting her. The two bonded like an older brother would to a little sister. From that night on, the girl would come visit the guard at nights whenever she had a bad dream. Alfred spend a lot of nights sleeping against his bed instead of on the bed.

Not but seven years later the news of the Civil War began and troops had to be sent out to fight the Rebels. Alfred had to stay because someone had to look after the noble family. Not much happened at the house for the next two years. Alfred more or less walked the house waiting for the other soldiers came back. No one came back though and the family began to worry, the only thing protecting them from anyone coming would be this boy.

One night while Alfred was on patrol, he heard a slight ruffle in the bushes. "Who goes there?!" The only response was a growl from the bushes. Alfred moved closer to the bushes removing the clips on his axes. It was too late, before Alfred could think this large wolf jumped him, tearing at his arm. With a loud scream he managed to free an axe and push the wolf off. This was no wolf though, it stood on two legs. "Worgen!" But as soon as the Worgen was there, it was gone. Alfred looked at the wound on his arm and thought nothing of it.

Two nights later, it was a full moon. Alfred was having trouble sleeping ever since the fight with the Worgen. He couldn't stop sweating and he was sore all over, the last thing he saw was the sweet little girl he has watched over for years walk into his room because she had a nightmare. When he came too, he was in the room, it was morning time and his room was a wreck. He thought it was just a dream but he looked down and what he saw ruined him. The sweet child he looked over was there...ripped to pieces. He couldn't stand the sight, he had to get away he jumped from his window and ran into the woods still in his pajama pants.

Sounds of men were heading to the manor, "Burn them in!" they screamed at each other. Before long there was black smoke rising from the windows of the manor and all Alfred could do was watch. During this time Alfred spend most of his days on the move helping townsfolk and doing odd jobs. In the night his jobs would be different, he would slowly kill some rebels here and there but nothing too idiotic.

The day the wall broke was a major one, Alfred joined the ranks to help fight the Forsaken. The fight was a major one and Alfred tired himself and retreated with some other men. He broke off and went to an old hole that he had been hiding in for the past couple of months. Not long after he dozed off from being a long day of fighting off undead.

When he woke up and went outside there was no one. Everyone was gone and only thing left of the Gilneans were the ones that had fallen in battle. He was alone any had no where to go. Earlier yesterday morning there was talk about going up north to Ironforge so he headed they way staying in the shadow of the woods due to the large amount of Forsaken now populating the lands. On his way up to the north he saw what the Undead did to the lands and he hated them. At the same time, he only saw them for taking up opportunities that were given to them. He did not have much envy to the Forsaken since the ones that took his job and life were the Rebels.

When he made his way into dwarf lands, he thought he was finally safe from harm, well that was until two troggs ambushed him. The battle was a short one, but Alfred lost the sight of his eye from a wound due to a sharp rock. After the battle, Alfred took the axes from the troggs in case of anyone deciding to ambush him. Not long after that a patrol of dwarves found him and took him to their camp to be mended. The dwarves fixed him up and gave him the directions to Ironforge.

After a long journey and many runs Alfred finally made it to Ironforge and got his his people. Now the wolf wanders the lands and streets hoping to find someone that is in need of help or indeed of a friend so he won't have to finish his life alone...