Davon

Information

Player: 13kira13

Character Full Name: Davon Stoneshield

Character In-Game Name: Dalton

Nickname(s): <none, yet>

Association(s): Stormwind, Alliance

Race: Human

Class: Warrior, once a rogue.

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Hair: Blond with ponytail. Beard.

Eyes: Blue.

Weight: 75 kg (165.34 lbs)

Height: 1.94 metres

Mind: He is a quick-thinker. He is smart, choosing the right decision fast. Logical and rational, even emotional.

Posture: He carries himself well, but a little crooked, from back the days when he was a rogue. He is good in shape, not too muscular, not too weak. Balanced. Perfectly normal and has a good immunity for diseases. He enjoys sitting in a tavern, drinking with friends, or just sleeping; he's a sedentary one. Yet, when "duty" calls, he turns active. He's always a fast mover. He always wants to look good, even when fighting. Physically, he is controlled

Voice: He has a low-pitched, strong and leader-like voice. Also, he is a loud speaker. Well, that is, until the mood hits him and doesn't want to talk; then, when he does talk, his voice turns soft. He has a habit of cutting words. Usually even mumbles, talking for himself.

Wealth: He was totally broke at Northshire Abbey, so he had to start from nothing. He doesn't have that many money, so he is selfish with belongings. Even so, when a close friend needs some, he gives with a smile on his face.

Activities: When he's bored, he usually spends the day sitting in an inn or tavern, drinking, or taking a day nap. Nights - sleeping. When he is nervous or excited, he tends to be clumsy. Usually can control himself in these situations. He really hates doing chores and quests that he thinks will be hard.

Appearance

He usually wears student clothes mixed with bandit ones; student from back in the days when he was under the apprenticeship of his mother; bandit from the days when he was trained by his father to be a rogue.

Other: He's lost his right eye. Also, he has a scar on it. He has a glass eye, but he hides it with a black eye patch. Also, he has a lot of little scars on his chest, mostly on his back, which healed.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Always tries to do the right thing and, if he can, successfully protect someone, to remember himself that he can. He doesn't talk very often. He is, like his father, a quiet one. Believes his actions are enough to show his emotions and what he has to say. Tough, when he really has something to say, he just does it. Even then, he says very little; people should think what he meant to say. He often says smart things with deep meanings, showing the intelligence and quickness in thinking.

He likes people, befriending very easily. Anyone that helps him anyway is, from then on, his friend. Even so, he is suspicious of unknown people. Also, he has a big number of close friends.

He really likes listening to jokes and telling them. Once again, it's all about mood. Sometimes he says many and good jokes, other times he says few and bad jokes.

In battle, he is relentless and fights without remorse, but he is also calm. If extra-annoyed, he can go on a blind rage, ignoring his defense, going all out on attack. Just like a berserker.

Out of battle, he spends the days with his friends. When free, he goes to collect herbs and make potions and parchments for a living.

Hates gnolls and murlocs!

As he doesn't have a stationary home, he doesn't really care about grooming.

Doesn't really have "the power" of commanding, making people to do his biding.

Favorites: The color black, spicy food, alcohol, nighttime, all seasons, historic and fantasy books, visiting new places that he's never seen.

Fears: He is afraid of things that may cause him much pain, or giant beasts, but fear motivates him to surpass them.

History

Davon was only 2 years old when his adoptive parents found him on their house's threshold, sleeping, covered in leaves. They were a 45 years old man and a 41 years old woman, a family who refused to flee the Defias Brotherhood. They were living in Westfall, the place now known as the Dead Acre. They gladly took him in and agreed to take care of him. He soon grew up to be a strong young fellow. His father rarely talked to him; he was one of those quiet men.

Since the day he could walk and understand his parents, his mother took him and started teaching him to write, read, make food, first aid and alchemy. He became a really good help for her.

One day, as they were collecting herbs for a potion for his father to heal, they were attacked by rampaging gnolls. They started running, but the gnolls followed them. They were far away from their home. The only thing that could've saved them was a guard or some hero that would just pass by. They were not lucky that day. The gnolls finally caught them. The young 7 years old boy stood before his mother, trying to protect her. But, sadly, he was hit in the head and passed out.

The next thing he remembers, a hero was in front of him, fighting the gnolls, successfully killing all of them. As he was waking up, he noticed a big blood pool right beside him. It was his mother, dead. The boy then fainted again.

When he reopened his eyes, he was in his bed. Near the bed, on a stool, stood his father, reading fast in a medicinal book. Right then, a beautiful woman in plate armor came in, yelling "I've found it!". But as soon as she noticed the boy was staring at her, she covered her mouth. "Oh, thank The Light!", said his father, when he too noticed it. "Are you alright?", the woman asked. As he was trying to raise his head and sit on the bed, he remembered the image of his mother laying dead. "Mother!", he shouted. "Where is mother?!". A deep silence covered the room. But then, the woman said "I ... am sorry.". The moment the heard that, he remained cold. He slowly put his head on the pillow, without a noise. "Let us go, we have a potion and some first aid to make.", the woman whispered to the man.

The mysterious woman disappeared when he reawakened. The following days, he was silent, not saying a word. The house became a very quiet place, sometimes almost "dead". But then, one day, he came to his father and said "I want to learn how to fight!". He had fire in his eyes and heart. He wanted to be strong! His father, when he saw him, slowly nodded.

Thus, his training started. At the beginning, he was taught how to hunt, how to fish, how to hide, how to steal, how to be silent. He became a good thief; not excellent, but good. Nonetheless, his father was proud of him.

But, one day, as they were fishing, a band of murlocs attacked their camp. They have fought bravely how they could. At the end of the battle, his father was laying on the grass with his feet in water. A couple of arrows were put through his body. He began to bleed strongly. As they were far from the house and their first aid and potions reached their end, our boy was left hurt in seeing his second loved one die.

From sheer destiny, the very same warrior woman, who was passing by, found him sleeping near his father's corpse. The next day, he was back in his bed, all bandaged up. "We meet again, child.", said the woman, who was staring near him, calmly reading a book. "The name is Davon.", he said with a strong voice. She made big eyes and stared at him. "Oh, my, you're so much stronger from the last time I saw you.". "No! I am weak. I couldn't protect my mother back then, and now .. my father. This shall not happen again! Please, lady, teach me how to fight, how to protect!". She simply smiled and said "Miss, not lady.".

Thus, the next type of training started. After he got well enough to travel, he let his old house to be burned by the Defias Brotherhood and went into travel. That is, until one day, when he was 22, when she suddenly disappeared, trusting him to be able to take care of himself. He never heard about her anymore.

That was around Nortshire Abbey, his first location of wondering alone. ____

Story behind name/nickname: His name, Stoneshield, is one he adopted, choosing to be a protector.