Doyle

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Player: Sunday12321

Character Full Name: Doyle Lynch

Character In-Game Name: Doyle

Nickname(s): Doy

Association(s): Independent. [Formerly: Stormwind, Stromgarde, the Alliance, the Sons of Lothar (Human Forces in the Draenor Front of the Second War.)]

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 40

Sex: Male

Hair: Ginger, with slight tones of red.

Eyes: Green

Weight: 120 kgs

Height: 1.95m

Skills and Abilites: Doyle is well trained with swords and unarmed combat, and so, he feels most comfortable with a one-handed sword, or no weapon at all. Other than that, he is very basic with other weapons common amongst the Stormwind Military training program. He is also a skilled cook and an experienced survivalist, granting him a relaxed feel in the wilderness, and the right know-how to survive on his own.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Usually bearing composite armour of metal, leather and cloth, in the colours of his homeland, Stromgarde. When not in his armour, he is most likely seen in a simple brown workshirt, a brown vest that hangs a bit loosely on him due to inner content, a leather belt, with a buckle bearing the Stromgarde emblem, and rifle rounds on the belt itself. The leggings are clearly smooth, brown leather, and the boots are too.

Other: Accent will easily trace this Human to his Arathi origin. He carries his revolver with him, holstered on the left side of his belt. On the inner side of his vest, his pack of cigarettes and money-bag are found, along with his lighter and ammunition for his revolver. He is in good shape, due to exercise and a militaristic lifestyle.

Personality

Doyle can seem a bit blunt at times, and even cocky. He often does nothing than silently watch people's actions through the smoke of his cigarette. He is very flirty, and will probably shamelessly flirt with any living woman he can. When someone gets him to talk, he reveals as quiet the loquacious type, and can go on blabbering for hours and hours, twisting the common with his accent.

History

Born in the city of Stromgarde to a soldier father and a merchant mother, Doyle was raised in both their paths, seeing they could not agree if he should become a merchant and help his mother or a soldier to his father's pride. Doyle himself, though, had completely other plans. He wanted to see the world, often seen as a young boy looking at maps, and once his mother taught him how to read, a skill which his father deemed rather useless for a soldier-boy, he was found reading adventure books from the local librarian. Doyle saw that a soldier's life is a life filled with travels during times of war, and after the destruction of Stormwind, many rumours were heard of preparing for a counter-assault, a counter-assault which later on turned into the Second War. When he became of age, he decided, much to his mother's dismay, to join the forces on their preparation towards the campaign along with his father. After two years of progressive training as a soldier, the boy who turned into a young man, set foot to Stormwind along with the armies of the Alliance.

It was a brutal war, indeed. And the young man regretted somewhat that he went into this vivid nightmare of blood, fire, and death, and after the long struggle to retake Stormwind, his father sent word for his mother, and they both moved to Stormwind, to help rebuild it. Doyle, on the other hand, went south, filled with hate and anger towards the demonic invaders, with the group that was later known to the world as the Sons of Lothar, to destroy the forces of their enemies in their own home world. But he never thought he'd be stranded there for twenty years.

Those were twenty years of war he will never forget. If he thought the Alliance front was horrible, he would've soon realized that the Draenor front was much worse. And the peninsula known as Hellfire, was not named such with no reason. Twenty years they fought against the demonic old Horde, oblivious to the happenings of their homes. He came into Draenor a young man. There was nothing innocent about that world. The hate and evil of the Burning Legion destroyed that world. It was either kill, or be killed. And day after day after day he learned that those words would only become truer. Perhaps it was dumb luck. Perhaps it was his father's training. Perhaps divine intervention, though he followed his father's path, who always said that Light and Magic are for those who lack the guts to die for their homeland and for what they believe. No one knows the reason, but Doyle Lynch survived the great Draenor war. And two years after the Dark Portal opened again, he decided to return home.

But there was no home to return to. Doyle discovered that he missed another war, a war no less brutal than the one he fought. The old Alliance was nothing but dust – Lordaeron fell to the Scourge; Stromgarde and the Highlands to crime and ogres; Alterac to the wrath of Deathwing; and Gilneas fled behind the safety of its great wall. He had no place to go, and no money to feed himself with. After severe punishments for his crimes during the Draenor front, some of which were creative, and all of which were punished by lashing, demotion, and eventually, removal from the armed forces, He decided it's time to give his blade a better use, and began working as a head hunter for the cartel. Once he gathered enough to live well, he set off to Stormwind, and ran into his father, Ser Raemyn Lynch, who received the title shortly after Doyle's disappearance. The father was harsh as he was always, and the news of his mother's passing was hard on the head hunter. With his father's constant disapproval of his ways, and the desire to see the world he never got to see, Doyle set off to the great roads once more, hunting crooks is his business, and travelling is his pleasure.