Armstrong

Information

Player: Thoradin

Character Full Name: Alexander Reginald Armstrong

Character In-Game Name: Armstrong

Nickname(s): Alex, Al, Reggie, Jr.

Association(s): Gilneas, the Armstrong family

Race: Human

Class: Hunter

Age: 20

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown, long and tied into a ponytail.

Eyes: Light brown

Weight: Around 110 lbs

Height: 6'1

Appearance

Alex wears a brown and tan casual suit, with a worn-out matching top hat.

Other: Alex carries a few old trinkets handed down to him from his family. Mainly just a very old bronzed pocket-watch.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Good

Alex is a light hearted young man, with a dream of exploring the world around him. He is often the first to laugh at a joke, even when it isn't funny. He feels as if it is responsibility to make others feel good, before himself. However, hailing from Gilneas has implanted the traditional ways of thinking in him. He feels like he his better off on his own, however he is not afraid to ask for help or companionship if he needs it.

Although he remained out of the conflict, Alex did sympathize the Northgate Rebellion, often times hunting for them and smuggling the meat to them. His family also holds belief that they helped protect the Greymane line some few thousand years in the past. An ancestor was believed to have lifted the King from the ground onto his horse with one arm, and was granted the surname Armstrong. Whether it is true or not remains to be seen, but Alex believes it, and believes in his homeland.

History

Alex was born in the Northern Woods, just south of what would soon become the Greymane Wall. He was the first born of several children, to an already large family. Alex's early years were marked with a handful of trips to the markets in Pyrewood and Ambermill, where his father, Reginald Armstrong, would sell animal skins and meat. However, once the wall went up, that all stopped abruptly. Reginald set about to teach Alex the ways of the forest. How to track an animal, to stay downwind from it, to not be seen or heard or smelt until it was time to kill the animal.

This was pretty much Alex's life until a week or two before his twentieth birthday. That was when the strange attacks and disappearances began. Talk of monstrous beasts that lurked in the woods at night. It didn't bother Alex all that much, considering he spent most of his life running around in the woods. It all hit him when his beloved Aunt Maggie was bitten one night. His father had shot the beast who did it until it's head was no more recognizable than a mashed cherry pie. It was a stressful night, Alex and his younger brother, Martin, stood on watch over the homestead.

A fog had rolled in, eerie howls called off and responded to one another off in the distance in the dead of night. It had disturbed Alex deeply, until screams sounded from inside the house. Aunt Maggie was changing into one of those beasts! Alex panicked and shot her dead as she lunged for his younger brother. The house was silent, as cousins and siblings, uncles and aunts gazed on in horror at what had just happened.

Her funeral was quick and quiet, so as to not alert more beasts. Soon enough it was decided amongst the family elders that it was time to leave the homestead. The huge family packed a caravan and traveled south to the city, but diverted when they saw hundreds of the great furry beasts making their way into city limits. The caravan detoured around the city and continued south to Duskhaven, the last unaffected town in the country. It was here that Alex and his brothers were drafted to help track and trap the roaming worgen.

His first catch was a monster of a beast. Standing near seven and a half feet tall, it's leg caught in a powerful bear trap. Alex was hesitant to go near it, so he loaded a dart into his rifle. He aimed and fired, hitting the beast in its neck. It struggled for a good five minutes, taking two more of the darts in the chest before it finally settled down and collapsed. It took all three of them, Alex and two of his brothers, to haul the beast back to Duskhaven. Once locked up, the three set back out and started again.

For several months this was the case. Risking life, limb, and humanity to go out and reel these beasts in to the Royal Alchemist who was apparently saving them. Alex thought the notion a bit foolish, but continued to do his duty. Eventually, the world began to shake violently. A section of coastal farmland not far from Duskhaven slipping violently into the sea. It was then that Duskhaven was evacuated, however Alex was still in the wilds with his brothers, tracking worgen. It wasn't until they had returned with two smaller beasts, no larger than children, when they discovered that Duskhaven was no longer.

Alex dove into the seawater in search for the Alchemist's cure, finding a few vials in a crate at the bottom of the tavern. When he returned to his brothers, they were having problems keeping the young creatures still. The young tracker finally popped the corks to two of the vials, spilling them down the throats of the two wiggling furry monsters. They ceased, realized they regained themselves, looked around for a moment, and then began to cry for their mother as the two were brother and sister. Thinking that maybe snarling beasts was better than crying children was better, Alex quickly hurried them up to the King's Manor, following the mucked trail of hundreds of footsteps, hoof prints, and stagecoaches.

Once the two crying worgenlings were dropped off in the care of a helpful matron, Alex and his brothers simply went back out to find more. They were even given a supply of the potion to administer right there on the field if need be. And sure enough they did, encountering another dozen trapped beasts over the course of a week and a half. By then, they were telling the freed worgen to head for Stormglen, the nearest town.

They eventually ran into some Forsaken, as apparently no one had told them of an undead invasion to the north. The bastard was cruel, wicked, and precise. They never saw where the first arrow came from, but it hit Martin. A boy of sixteen shot dead in the woods, a second came and hit Alex in his leg. His other brother, Danny, managed to fire in the direction of the second arrow. Sure enough it hit his mark as the corpse fell from a tree.

Limping back to Stormglen, carrying the body of his brother, Alex could not believe just what had happened to the world. The funeral was quick and quiet, reminiscent of his Aunt's just a few months before. When he got his leg tended to, the damage was great, but not permanent. Temporary as it might be, it still benched Alex. Danny stayed behind with him, as they had yet to meet up with the rest of the family. As more refuges and survivors poured in, the orders were given to evacuate to Keel Harbor, as they were determined to get all civilians out of the country.

When they reached Keel Harbor, Alex and Danny stayed behind. His leg was starting to feel better, but he felt like he could help more on the homefront. And although he had not seen his family yet, Alex and Danny soon set back out, making their way North to their family home. As the combined Gilneas forces of Man and Beast beat back the Undead to the Wall, Alex followed their warpath to his home. And sure enough, his father and a few other relatives had came home and hunkered down.

For the next few weeks, Alex spent most of his time hunting the wild stag and any other animal he could kill so that the Gilnean Army had food to eat. Each night, though, his mind wandered to the outside world, beyond the wall. He had heard that the Elves rescued many of his kinsmen, even if these elves were tall and purple. He had only ever read about the outside world in his nursery books as a child, and only now as the border settled did he truly desire to see the world.

Alex left his home, making his way to the Harbor again, hitching a ride on a ship heading to Stormwind. And that is where we find Alex, exploring Stormwind and the lands of Azeroth.

Skills and Abilities

Tracker: Through years of practice, Alex is a skilled tracker. Able to differentiate animals, humanoids, and an assortment of other tracks and follow them closely, where others might give up.

Trap Maker: Being an experienced tracker, Alex has also learned how to make basic traps, and a few intermediate ones. Ranging from simple rope traps to spring-loaded bear traps, Alex has gotten handy with them.

Trusting: In order to capture his query, Alex has grown to appear very trusting (at least towards animals.) This has only served to let him get closer, so as to kill the creature quietly.