Edros

Information

Character Full Name: Edros

Character In-Game Name: Edros

Nickname(s): "The Master"

Association(s): Stormwind, the Alliance, etc

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, but none on his head

Eyes: Brown

Weight: Average

Height: 6'1

Other: Though a mage, his body is muscled and lean. Read history for why.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance

Anything light and easy to move in

Personality

A very wise and calm individual. He's patient and quiet, seeming to never raise his voice in anger or speak of hate. His mind is open to new things. He seems to be in a state of peace at most times, however he is Human. He will have bouts of emotion, though he's repressing it into nothingness, trying to feel inner peace. So far the inner peace has resulted in a calm individual who seems to tolerate most. He, for some reason or another, simply cannot stand loud people. They irritate him to no end. Perhaps it's because he spent so much time in solitude, at least that's what he believes.

History

Edros was born to an impovershed family in the Old Town of Stormwind to a single mother. His mother and two brothers, unable to afford a house, lived on the streets. Life was tough, and they made a 'living' by stealing. Edros saw how the acts could be morally justified, but still saw them as wrong. Instead of indulging on this, at a young age he went out to seek a master. His luck, a Mage was looking for an apprentice. He, accepted by the master, began his training immediately. He'd all but forgot his mother and siblings after the first few weeks, learning his way around the arcane arts. He would study for years, sending what he could earn to his family, even though he'd lost contact of all but mail. Hell, he didn't even know if mail reached them. He still sent it, though, simply hoping he'd make their lives easier without his mouth to feed. It would take 14 years.. from when he was 7 to 21 until he was considered decent. It was then that his master said a certain phrase to him. "A weak mind in a strong body is little... Yet a strong mind in a weak body is little as well. You must find balance, otherwise your training will be for naught." This simple phrase brought about a realization in the young man. He stopped showing up for Mage training. In fact, he stopped showing up completely. He began traveling. Far away from Stormwind, far away from anywhere. He found a small, abandoned and broken-down house south of Duskwood. There he would train his body, and the magic he knew. For years he'd remain, practicing his ideal of a perfect body and mind. He began to imbue his body with arcane spells instead of slinging them. His fists became weapons of flame, with a kick, his legs became coated in a jagged frost, and more. He would be returning eight years later. His body muscular and lithe, his temperament calm, and a message on his lips. He wanted to spread the phrase, and the relevation.