Arthon
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Player: wselmer
Character Full Name: Arthon Firewell
Character In-Game Name: Arthon
Nickname(s): None.
Association(s): Silvermoon, Kirin Tor, Horde
Race: Blood Elf
Class: Warrior
Skills and Abilities: He's a warrior trained deeply in the art of fighting with sword & shield.
Age: 659
Sex: Male
Hair: Long. Tied together in a knot behind his back. Some strands still fall over his shoulders. The color of it is somewhat reddish.
Eyes: Fel green.
Weight: Around 170 Lbs
Height: 5'9"
Usual Garments/Armor: He wears a leather armor covered in plates of steel, it is weaker then just plate armor but still a little more flexible. When he is out of town or on mercenary work he wears the armor mentioned above and his plate leggings. When he is in town he wears a lether jerking with comfertable leather pants. Thanks to a fight he had a few months back, he misses half of his left ear.
Other: In his right boot is a small knife for when he is swimming, so he can protect himself at least for a small amount. At his right hip is his coinpurse. He mostly takes a big sack where ever he goes. In it are all kinds of random stuff. Across his left arm run a few scars, you can see them when he removes the cloth thats wrapped around his left arm.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Personality
Arthon is a kind idiot. He is socially awkward. However, when you get to know him better, he is a very smart and kind man. He holds no grudges; neither does he judge anyone by their appearance. He is not quite the ladies' man and usually gets made fun of because he isn't such a lady killer. He is very closed around most people. He will do everything for the right amount of money, seemingly that he is a merc. Thanks to the orphanage he grew up in, he had to work long and hard. He knows that hard work pays off. What people don't realize about Arthon is that he is very clever, might even say a small genius. Sometimes he has very good plans, but sometimes they don't turn out the way he wants(Which is most of the time).
History
When Arthon was born his father had already abandoned his mother, his mother sadly passed away shortly after his birth. Thus he was put in an orphanage near Silvermoon City, having nothing left from either of his parents except for the last name of his mother, Firewell was her name. She wasn't known; she was merely a waitress, that is what Arthon was told when he was around the age of ten.
Because he was born practially into an orphan he learned that hard work pays off, he had hard long hard days everyday, cleaning, training, brining around messages. When he reached adulthood he didn't want to stay in such a place, so he left, leaving all his memories behind. He wandered for a lot of years, how many exactly he doesn't remember. Occasionally, he returned to Silvermoon City to pay his repects to his fallen mother. He never returned to that awful orphanage.
When the first war started, he, like the other Quel'dorei didn't notice much about it, because he was a wanderer he only noticed that the prices from goods from the land of the humans would be increasing, not much else.
He wandered for some more years, then he felt the magic in him suddenly decrease in a rapid tempo, he went back to Silvermoon City. When he arrived a few months later a lot of Quel'dorei died he noticed 'the scar' that Arthas left behind with his army, he turned into a hate machine, hating the humans even more than he already did. He found out that Silvermoon City was destroyed along with the sunwell, he hated Arthas for destroying the one thing he liked, the sunwell. He hated him with all his hate and wanted him dead, he found out that Kael'Thas went out to find a replacement.
By this time Arthon decided to stay in Silvermoon, for when another war might come to help. Kael'thas found the fel magic, he did feel the fel spread trough his body he never felt something alike. He saw a lot of Quel'dorei around him die, because of fel addiction. The Quel'dorei, now named as the Sin'dorei decided to rebuild the sunwell, he felt the fel slowly ease out of him as he felt the magic of the sunwell flow trough him again, small traces of fel remained in his body though.
He fled Silvermoon City after the third war finally ended, he moved towards a place where he could rest and set his mind at ease. He found a goblin port called Ratchet. In the time he stayed there he learned how to ease himself during battles and like, making himself concentrated and focussed at even the most intense battles.
He later was hired by someone to kill off some Southsea pirates and Venture Co. when he agreed he noticed he wasn't the only one, there was this woman, he can't recall her name very well, but it was the first time Arthon ever felt affactionate towards someone. He made a friend on that mission, he can't recall his name either, it turned out that the woman and the friend wanted to be together, thats how it looked to Arthon atleast.
During the fight with the Venture Co. they send out a shredder, damaging his left arm severly and one of the fleeing southsea pirateers shot half of his left ear off. On his travels he discovered that it was very hard to heal his left arm, it wouldn't heal naturally the damage was too severe, he found out that a priest could heal it but they couldn't possibly have enough mana to do so, thus to heal it he would need a priest that was able to convert his life into mana.
On his travels he found a priest, barely hanging on to his own life, the priest healed his left arm so he could use it again, at the cost of his own life. It showed Arthon that there were still kind people in this world beside the Sin'dorei race, he burried the priest at a grave near Theramore, he often goes there to pay his respect. A few days after burrying that priest he found it, what he was looking for all this time.
Arthon decided for himself to be kind to anyone, unless they provoked him or challenged him, in a battle he is still a ferocious beast with intent to kill although it might only be a spar.
