Amos

Information

Player: waffenbaum

Character Full Name: Amos Vandelay

Character In-Game Name: Amos

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): The Alliance, Dalaran, The Kirin Tor.

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Hair: Red

Eyes: Green

Weight: 175lb

Height: 6'

Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance

Lavishly tailored silken clothes, with their colors held chiefly in red and gold.

Spending his youth and apprenticeship in the dusty and drafty towers of Dalaran has left Amos with asthma, severely impeding his physical exertion limits.

Personality

Amos is a somewhat hedonistic mage, enjoying life's pleasures whenever possible. In his mind, good food and drink goes hand in hand with excellent company and more often than not accompanied by a game of magic chess (the regular version is ever-so-boring). Despite his love of the finer things, he would certainly not take accusations of laziness lying down. In fact, he'd be rather susceptible to take them standing up instead. He is physically fit and reasonably attractive for a man who spends large portions of his non-inebriated hours bent over books, though he detests running and most kinds of sports that cannot be preformed while sitting down. Not a violent man by nature, he will never advocate the use of brute force unless absolutely necessary.

History

Born and raised under the strict magocracy of Daleran, Amos was the child of Sir Embry and Lady Sybil Vandelay. Both of whom were well-respected practitioners of the arcane arts and loving parents despite their marriage being one of political and social convenience, rather than mutual affection.

While neither parent would express love for one another openly, both doted upon their child and spared no expense in his upbringing. Though Amos could likely have matured into a haughty and selfish adolescent as a result of his parents coddling, he was quickly brought onto the straight-and-narrow as he began his apprenticeship to his uncle Archibald Toredious Vandelay, a man whom with every fiber of his body believed that to spare the whip would most certainly spoil the child. And though no actual whippings took place (physically, at least), Amos eventually learned well-needed lessons in both humility and patience from his stern and rigorous elder.

The destruction of Dalaran during the third war came as a swift and unrelenting blow to Amos and his family, several of which were killed during that terrible day when the mighty parapets of the magic city came crumbling down like a child's sand castle on a stormy beach. During the first few minutes of the catastrophe, Amos was severely wounded by falling debris, yet miraculously lived to feel the throbbing pain of a dislocated shoulder, a splintered thighbone and two broken ribs. When finally the dust had settled, those left among the Vandelay clan were torn between the two arduous choices they now faced. To flee their home for generations, or willingly seal themselves within the city core for an indeterminate amount of time under a powerful protective shell.

Had he been given the choice, Amos would perhaps have left along with many other survivors. Alas he was in no condition to be moved, and barely conscious to make the decision. When he eventually recovered, he found himself beneath the shield that would protect Dalaran for almost a decade. Though his uncle had remained, his parents had not stayed behind, perhaps for their own best Amos had told himself. Having already seen the horrors of the second war had likely made their choice an easy one, and reliving such a nightmare twice in a lifetime would be more than he could have asked of them.

Eventually however, order was restored from the chaos, and what yet remained under the magic barrier was rebuilt with hard labor and toil. Years passed by and Dalaran slowly faded from the collective memory of both its enemies and allies. Through all this, Amos was nearing the end of his apprenticeship, and had proven himself an adept student and a quick learner. Though in his uncle's stodgy opinion this was through no fault of his own, instead owing his magical prowess largely to his lineage and the excellent tutorage he had so generously received.

With the departure of the city to the frosty north, Amos has only recently left the confines of his metaphorical magical prison to travel the world of Lordaeron on his own, eager (or at least somewhat anxious) to learn the lessons of life which Dalaran could not provide him with. Real world experiences are, after all, what shapes the character of a young man.