Bauris

Information

Player: dannyhero

Character full name: Bauris Morocco.

Association(s): House Morocco, Stormwind, The Grand Alliance.

Nickname(s): None.

Sex: Male.

Race: Human.

Class: Warrior.

Occupation: Head of Morocco Family. Noblemen.

Age: 50.

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 275 lbs.

Appearance

A tall dark imposing figure, the iron demeanor and powerful stance show his past as a military man. As well as the slight limp in his right leg suggests a wound in battle, he leans on a finely decorated cane of black wood, and silver ornamentation.

His skin is dark and exotic, as is his hair, his girthy hands are rough and the shape of his body is like that of old armor pounded into shape a dozen times, cover with the marks of repair and use. The over-all make up as a fortress, broad stocky shoulders covered in tight packs of muscle, thick limbs and ridgid corners. Tall as he is wide, quite the sight to behold as a man and a warrior. His face is wrinkled and scarred from battle and age, but he looks quite healthy even if it is a look of his age.

In public he is often well dressed with avery neat appearence and a flit-lock pistol at his side.

Personality

A stern man, most would say there wasn't a nice bone in his body. His gruff exterior and serious demeanor a trademark of his family. His body matches his persona, firm, uncompromising, a fortress. He is willing to do anything and everything needed to secure the Morocco's justice, sacrificing his wife, children and his own life to avenge his line. He often is polite in a quite, condensed manner. Rarely speaking unless spoken to, with the exception of family, his children often criticizing and offering advice, sweet nothings to his wife, and sharing comradery with his brothers. Powerful, he says what he means, and he means what he says.

History

Raised from his birth into the harsh family feud of the Morocco's and the Armado's, Bauris was trained by his father in a strictly martial sense. His father, a man who Bauris takes after well, he always lived in the shadow of his father who tower over him in stature and skill, and made a point to show it. He strived to be as his father wanted, but always failed, thus giving Bauris an unjust idea of how he was himself ment to be. When his father was gunned down in the streets or Stormwind, he handed over the command of the house, and the signet ring of his family, his final words. "Avenge me, and my father before me, and his... let our blood not be spilled in vain... win my son, win this war..." He died in Bauris's arms before the guards came to survey the scene. The killer was never brought to light. But Bauris grew strong with the help of his uncle and mother. Hate filled his blood as he trained and grew into a man with his father's word and soon filled the immense shadow he had cast over the boy....

He had taken revenge on his father's killer, one of the Armado's kin, blood for blood, the consequences were as dire, his uncle's neck broken while out for a stroll on his horse. Bauris had learned to play the game, always alert... and the family is the shield, there is no haven, even before the eyes of guards and citizens, But the feud was put on hold as the orcs invaded the city, burning and killing all in sight, the fire consumed the Morcocco estate which stood for generations before, but even amidst the great seige, some of his kin took advantage of the havoc and attempted to cut down any Armado they saw in the streets. Bauris himself was called to service in the army and did his part helping citizens flee, in which he found his wife, Avelon, a teenage girl at the time whom he rescued and started a friendship on the journey north to Lordaeron under Lothar's vigilant gaze.

Bauris left Avelon, his new-found love to fight against the orcish Horde until they were thrown back into the Dark Portal, he earned his missing eye in the first conflict, an orcish arrow narrowly piercing his skull if it was not for his helm. As the war waged he traveled with the bulk of the army as a mounted commander, leading flanks with other nobles and hero's against Orcish armies. He fought long and hard until his knee was smashed under his horse while charging, after then he continued the war carefully atop his steed until he the war was won and he recalled to Stormwind and discuss with the other noble houses on it's reconstruction. It was not a break for him though, he was still locked in battle with the Armado's. Since taking his wife and running the House of Morocco in Stormwind's new streets, he had three daughters and two sons, whom he raised with the zeal of their feud as his father had him. He is their shield, their leader, the keep of blood, he leads the Morocco's to justice.