Dougal

Information

Player: MadFerret

Character Full Name: Dougal Amberstone

Character In-Game Name: Dougal

Nickname(s): Doug

Association(s): Stormwind

Race: Human

Class: Warlock

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Hair: medium length, Red

Eyes: brown

Weight: 145lbs

Height: 6'1"

Appearance

Dougal is a tall, scrawny young man. His hair is an orange hue, and of medium length. He wears rather simple, subtle clothes. You'll see him usually wearing a brown shirt and vest, with some patched-up pants. There are a few freckles on his face. He'll usually be seen with a walking stick, even though he does not need it. It is not uncommon to see him looking rather messy and unkempt. While this covers his basic outfit, he does wear other clothing. This describes the clothes you'll commonly see him in.

Other: You may see him wondering around with his art supplies...or with paint on his clothes.

Personality

Dougal has a very mischievous and playful nature. Ever since he was young he was known to pull pranks. Now that he's older, he's mostly grown out of that. Of course, that doesn't stop him if he ever has some free time on his hands. His tricks seem to be inspired by local folklore, and usually consist of him dressing up in costume and scaring unsuspecting travelers in Elwynn. Now he is not a malevolent person by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, he can be a rather nice guy, and will feel bad if his jokes go too far. Should he ever find himself in trouble, he'll do what he needs and will say just what anyone will like to hear. He has shamelessly saved his hide by flattery and brown-nosing before. If he can smooth-talk his way out of situations, he will. If not, he's going down kicking and screaming.

Dougal is a great lover in the arts. This interest came to him later in his life, but he nourished it greatly. This lifestyle choice put a dent in his normally strong relationship with his family, but he continued to paint. He does not feel any regret for his choice. He spends a lot of his time during the day painting and enjoying the beautiful of Stormwind. His style is defined mostly by his rough brushstrokes and his overuse of warm and earthly colours. He doesn't restrict himself to this, mind you, and has dabbled in other styles. He will spend most of his coin on supplies, leaving bare minimum for other things like food. His study of arts slightly quelled his mischievous nature, since it left him with little time or money. His love for folktales shows in his work, being a rather common theme for him to paint.

As a warlock, he does not seem to grasp the true nature of fel-magic. He uses the magic as he wishes, whether it be for work or for entertainment. How does one use fel-magic for entertainment? Good question! Dougal seems to have found a way though, scaring travelers in the woods with displays of demonic fire. He is aware of the dangerous and corrupting nature of the fel, but does not seem to fully acknowledge or understand this. Now, he does hold some restriction. He is aware that most people hate and fear warlocks. He knows what people would do if he, say, summon a voidwalker in the middle of Stormwind. He keeps his warlockery hidden from public view and tries his darnedest to keep it a secret. There is very few he'd feel safe telling, and no one that he would WANT to tell. It's a secret of everybody.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

History

Dougal was born on a pumpkin farm in Westfall. His parents, Jack and Wendy Amberstone, were simple farmers just trying to make a living near Moonbrook. Dougal was the youngest of four children. He had two brothers Michael and Damien, and a sister, Laurie. There family had been living on that farm for quite some time.

That was until the Defias came to Westfall. Jack Amberstone, thinking of the safety of his family, made the painful choice to leave their old home behind and move up to Elwynn Forest. There, they began to restart their life, building their farm again from scratch. Their new farm was set up between Northshire and Stormwind. Dougal grew up on this new farm, spending his time doing chores and hard work. In their spare time, Jack would tell his son all kinds of spooky ghost stories, sparking and fueling his son's interest and imagination. Wendy was not to pleased having her youngest son not falling asleep because of these silly stories, though. Dougal would always pester his father for more stories, and would begin to try and recite these stories himself. As he got older, he became even more interested and less afraid. He would enjoy sneaking off into the woods at night, and try to pull whatever pranks he could on unsuspecting folk. His pranks drew inspiration from the stories he heard from his father. These midnight activities kept him very much amused.

For the most part, his life was good and quiet. When he became more independent, he ventured to the city of Stormwind. He was, at first, amazed and overwhelmed by the sheer grandeur of the city. He ventured around the various distracts like a tourist in some new, exotic world. It explored the trade district, the mage quarter, and the park. It was in the park that Dougal came across a group of artists painting. Growing up on a farm, the young lad was pretty oblivious to the sheer scale of art. He sat down with the artists he saw and began speaking with them. It was this time with the artists that he decided that he wanted to pick up the brush himself and paint. He ventured home to tell his parents, and they were obviously less than enthusiastic. They had wanted him to stay with the farm but Dougal declared that this was his calling. He felt that he was independent enough to make his own choices. He left his farmstead, the once close family now seemed to be broken by a great divide.

He began studying art under the men he met the other day. Buying himself a large cache of supplies, he put himself to work. He would do the basics, developed the fundamentals needed, and would do things like portraits and landscapes; the usual things. His favourite subject, though, were the stories he was raised on as a child. In between work and commissions, he would paint images of monsters, undead, demons, heroes, and the like. He was enjoyed this alternate medium of storytelling just as much as he enjoyed the traditional style. These paintings were few, though, as work kept him busy.

Thanks to the influence and networking of his mentors, he was able to get himself a decent number of commissions, and even a couple of returning patrons. One of these patrons would drop by often. Dougal would spend plenty of time talking with, and eventually befriending the man. They would spend plenty of time together making idle conversation, discussing recent happenings, and so on. Dougal had won over the man's friendship and trust, which would lead to a rare offer. The man invited Dougal out for drinks one night. Being a person who could never refuse good company, Dougal accepted. Meeting at the Blue Recluse, the two men enjoyed their night of drinking and merry-making. It was there that the man made Dougal an offer in private. The man had become to fond of his new friend that he offered Dougal and chance to study as a warlock with him.

Dougal was unsure how to respond. He heard stories of warlocks, and the power they wield. They weren't pleasant stories at all. The idea frightened him a bit. But this man doesn't seem evil, he thought. In fact, Dougal had a very high opinion of this man. There was also the fel-magic itself to consider. The mysterious and eerie aura of it was enticing and intriguing. He thought about the situation in the pub, trying to come up with a quick answer for his friend. With much hesitation, he accepted.

That was the start of his path down the path of the warlock. By day, he would spend his time with the brush, painting and trying to master his brush. By night he would study the dark magics of the fel, satisfying his own curiosities.