Asero

Information

Player: Keepitquiet

Character Full Name: Asero Blademark

Nickname(s): None currently

Association(s): None

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Hunter

Age: 119 years

Sex: Male

Hair: Dark Brown, slightly past shoulders

Eyes: Green (of course)

Weight: 157 lbs

Height: 6'2”

Alignment: Neutral

Appearance

Anything fairly loose-fitting that helps blend into his surroundings. Prefers short sleeves.

Personality

Asero is a fairly solitary Blood Elf. He tends to avoid large crowds and big cities if he can afford to, mostly because of the fact he doesn't completely trust new people. However, if forced into a social situation, he does his best to be friendly and charming, even to the most annoying of people. Sometimes, his best isn't enough; every now and then, he comes across that one person that pushes his buttons and makes him lose the temper he fights so hard to control.

He believes that the only thing one can trust in such an unstable world is money. Though he doesn't have much, he keeps a tight grasp on the gold he has in his pocket. One of the few reasons Asero willingly parts with his gold is taking care of his pets, his most cherished and loyal companions.

Uniformity bores him. This is only part of the reason he travels so much. A small part of him constantly longs for adventure. Another part wants to settle down in a permanent home.

Though he isn't a huge fan of people, Asero cannot stand flat-out cruelty, no matter what the situation. It could be the worst criminal in the world; he sees no point in being nasty to that criminal. In other words, Asero won't sit around beating the unlawful person—he'll just give the quick death that is deserved.

History

Like most Blood Elves, Asero was born in Silvermoon City. Childhood was a pleasant time for him, growing up with both of his parents and two elder siblings, Alrien and Caridl. The three youngsters got along well enough not to kill each other, much to their parents' relief.

As the trio grew older, each of them pursued a different path. His sister studied magic, his brother joined the Blood Knights, and Asero took to exploring the land. Time and time again he was encouraged to join the Silvermoon Rangers, but each time he turned it down. He didn't want someone else telling him where to go and what he should be doing.

One day, while wandering the streets, he spotted a Tauren chatting it up with one of the city ambassadors. Beside the Tauren was the most majestic white cat he had ever seen. Obviously, by the way it was acting, it was the Tauren's pet. From that moment on, he wanted nothing more than to have pets of his own; beautiful, exotic beasts that would follow and protect him through all of his adventures. Mentioning this to his brother, Alrien directed him to the Farstriders.

Within the week, he had his very own lynx. It wasn't the pet he longed for, but it would do. Upon his return to Silvermoon, he learned that his brother was now a squad Captain; in other words, much more successful than Asero. Oh, how Alrien was praised!

Naturally, Asero wanted in on such praise and left the city a few days later to find his own success.

After a while, the whole “be better than my brother” situation began to grow old. Of course, he would still love to out-do his older brother, but it's no long at the top of his priorities list. He wanders for the thrill of adventure, not a hope of triumph.