Eldreth

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Eldreth mounting his Frost Ram.

Player: Balth3465

Character Full Name: Eldreth Bradford

Character In-Game Name: Eldreth

Nickname(s): (?)

Association(s): None.

Race: Human

Class: Rogue

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Hair: He bears a cropped ponytail, stretching far behind; his hair itself is darkly black.

Eyes: Green.

Weight: About 75 kgs.

Height: About 185 cms.

Other: A very unfamiliar and aristocratic way to speak – save when he's drunk. Also, a very pronounced distrusting of Night Elves and Sin'dorei alike.

Alignment:(Optional.) Chaotic/Neutral

Appearance

Feels most comfortable in leather outfits, his favorite one is quite shoddy and roughly tailored. Often, too, he can be seen wearing noble casualwear.

Personality

Eldreth is a very extrovert man. A screwd businessman at heart, he is very cheerful, fun-loving – and he's sane. His manners are quite high, and he seems very open-minded and tolerant. Sometimes a bit too possessive though, he happens by times to feel the total opposite, especially when reminded of his origins. A major issue with him is most likely his tendancies to drink, and become quite unbearable. Also, he sometimes looks to hold a twisted timetable, which he tries his best to keep covert.

History

Backstory

Eldreth was born right during the Orcish invasion from Draenor into Azeroth. At this time, his parents were wealthy landowners in the then-blossoming Westfall province of Stormwind. However, he came to life amongst utter chaos; orcs were only a few thousands of meters away, and his farm was already being set ablaze by the demonic troops. His parents and him fled that night, and his first days were only flames, charred corpses. They found shelter on a boat to Lordaeron, then the new bastion of humanity; where he was, out of despair , abandonned, in a cradle, in a dark street of the city.

He however didn't die, as would have the orphaned children of slain people, or of desperate men seeking to survive at any cost; a shady citizen of Hillsbrad took pity upon the frozen baby, and decided to raise him home with his wife – as was the custom. He took the name of Eldreth Eridwell, and began his life truly in a home in Southshore, along with his already aging adoptive parents. For the first fifteen years, he was raised away from all nobility, and of course, had no clue about his true origins, and his real parents' actual whereabouts. He was a farmboy, helping out in the corn fields.

With the Third War upcoming, and his saviors on the brink of death, the truth was revealed to him in one blow. Eldreth did not welcome this omen too warmly, and began closing onto himself, shielding in a sour kind of sorrow, swearing he would find his true genitors. So, by sixteen, he moved to Stormwind, eagerly seeking his roots. Most of his teenhood was however spent very rashly; about one month after he went, his protectors died, leaving him genuinely orphaned, and he lived in the streets, stealing when he was hungry, seeking shelter about under any bridge he could find. He was dirty, poor, cold, hampered and often beaten up by the locals. This lasted three years. He finally heard about the Bradfords, how kindred him and they seemed to look; but they never really met. He tracked a few times his possible parents, as well as his younger sibling; but the Third War actually raging forth turned him down.

By twenty, the poor thief endured the worst winter of his life. A chilling breeze from Dun Moroth engulfed the whole valley, and Eldreth became zealous with nobility. He was quite upset, in fact, that he was denied by his own family, and began using the name Bradford in all his meetings. Now truly distant, cold and merciless, the boy kept on a life of stealing, until he gained enough money to buy himself a newer life, quite further, in Redridge. When he wasn't drunk, he was stripping every home; a woman of some renown claimed to have been stripped off her very costly clothes at night – and without noticing anything. But by the time the Guard actually accepted to take this matter at hand, Eldreth had already gone.

In fact, Eldreth had been hired by a mastersmith in Lakeshire, and for years he , worked his skills as a businessman, trader, and smithery. Till he became 27, he wandered the world looking for rare ores, trading weapons and armors, or simply seeking training in the better skilled blacksmiths. By 28 however, his master died; and Eldreth, being genuinely the man's closest relative, inherited the business. He kept his legacy living, by hiring new apprentices, and himself kept the trading duties for himself. Since the death of his employeer, however, it sometimes becomes hard to get more than a mere meager pay, and Eldreth has since then taken to some extent his old ways. When demand for his weapons are lower, he ends up stealing from rich folks – usually the local Houses.

Just as he recovered this job, he could finally meet back with his mother, just as she passed away. His sister fled as their eyes crossed, yet this didn't disturb Eldreth much – he became convinced he was the last true Bradford. Since then, he keeps his trading life, stealing when he needs from the other houses; he also happens to give away to those he deems worthy – despite his own relative problems -, aiming to blossom his wealth and rebirth the old memories of his otherwise extinguished family and House.

Current Whereabouts

Eldreth was quite unlucky though. Orcs devastated, one day, his brewery and smithery in Lakeshire. Not Hordish Orcs - though he now bears a hatred for all Orcish matters - but Blackrock ones, ten times harsher and more deadly. Eldreth, resigned and defeated, made for Booty Bay, where he would try to gain a new fortune. Thievery there didn't work so much, and he remade himself a reputation as a tradesman for a shady inn. However, he was one day noticed by a pirate group that had just docked in Booty Bay - and Eldreth joined a shadowy man, Scrug, in a quest for plunder, booty, and wealth.