Cortek

Information

Player: Reese777

Character Full Name: Cortek Gildheart

Character In-Game Name: Cortek

Nickname(s): Gold Monger

Association(s): Paladins, Alliance

Race: Dwarf

Class: Paladin

Age: 98

Sex: Male

Hair: Thick and deep brown.

Eyes: Deep blue (like sapphires, he'd say.)

Weight: 192 lbs

Height: 4'11

Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance

Nothing less than shining mail or plate. To feed his obsession, Cortek must be clothed in the finest of shiny materials, in addition to a flowing cape and (only possibly) a tabard of some sort. Though the last is more unlikely than not, as a tabard would cover his plate.

Other: He has a vendetta against black things.

Personality

Cortek was brought up in an... unusual way, to say the least. Due to his being surrounded with wealth early, he has developed an obsession for riches. However, he was also taught the finer points of honor and valor. So, he now has a conflicting personality of a good man (dwarf?) and a greedy plunderer of the earth. One could say it's an addiction, one he must satisfy at all costs or he will become a shell of himself and be slowly driven insane, or so he thinks.

History

Born in July, the would be heat of the summer, in Ironforge and to the Gildheart... he was given the name Cortek, as it had been in his family for generations. So reputable was the name that the people of Ironforge had given anyone who had it the nickname "Gold Monger," due to his family's affinity for mining treasures from the deep.

Cortek himself had received unending pampering from his family at an early age. He was surrounded with toys and jewelry (his mother insisted, even if it was slightly feminine.) He could do what he want, eat what he wanted, and read what he wanted. The sheer amplitude of what his family had was beyond comprehension, and he especially liked reading about paladins.

See, he had now become pretty used to wealth. So much so that he couldn't bear to part with it. And the stories he heard about how paladins called forth holy light to heal their wounds and vanquished their foes under the force of a golden hammer, let's face it, would ignite the spark in any child's imagination, let alone someone with a growing addiction to such affluence.

The remainder of his childhood did nothing to sate his compulsion. He lived a long and fruitful childhood, had many friends, and grew into a splendid representation of kindness and candor. This, banded with his dark infatuation, caused him to have a split sense of honor. The only thing he felt could cure him would be to take up the tenets of the holy order. Additionally, though, he couldn't resist the golden magnificence of paladin abilities.

He saw his chance when his family hosted a banquet. They had invited everyone of importance from far and wide, including a Paladin, Gorgormir Thunderfist. Cortek was ecstatic. His parents could hardly comprehend his sheer excitement. So great was it that when the party finally came around, he made a royal ass of himself by dashing towards that knight in shining armor, knocking several foreign dignitaries aside in the process.

He was taken to his room and locked there for several hours until the party had lulled into a small living room conversation. Then, his parents excused themselves and went to unleash all hell. For his disgrace, he was sentenced to seven months of hard mining. To some, this was overkill, but one must remember these were one of the most prestigious families ever. They worked hard to protect their reputations, and an overexcited dwarf on the verge of whizzing his pants knocking over several people (and, indeed, spilling drink over several) was the highest dishonor.

This punishment was awful for him. Technically, one would think being surrounded by jewels and the other precious things of the earth would hearten someone with his problem. But he could have none of them. This drove him absolutely mad. Never the less, he stomached his discomfort in an effort to "repent his crimes." And besides, the portly youngling dwarf soon grew into a stocky adult. When it was over, his search would then begin. Search for whom, you might ask?

Gorgormir Thunderfist, of course.

Not that he desired to be apprenticed under anyone especially, but Gorgormir had been the only one he'd "met," as it were. He wasn't even a hard dwarf to find. A few taverns, a trip to Stormwind via Deeprun, and he was standing in front of an idol incarnate. And all this dwarf had to say was "The kid who nearly pissed his pants?" None the less, he was able to gain apprenticeship due to his filial connections and affinity for unwavering stubbornness.

And after a brief training montage, he completed his training to become... well... not the best of paladins but a damned good one.