Falinor

Information

Player: Randomizer

Character Full Name: Falinor (his last name used to be Copperforge before he abandoned it)

Character In-Game Name: Falinor

Nickname(s): Fal, 'Hero' (read history)

Association(s): Really he's his own man, but if there was a danger to the Alliance he would help.

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 33

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown and tied up

Eyes: Blue

Weight: He's well built, weighing at 252lbs

Height: 5'8

Appearance

Usually whatever he can get his hands on. He has various clothing for when he's lounging around but only one armour set for fighting.

Other: He has a brand on his right shoulder that's in the shape of a shield.

Personality

Falinor is a man who's calm and collected and prefers to think through the situation before charging head first into it, but that's not to say he can't act quickly when the time calls for it, nor is it to say he can't handle a 'surprise'. After spending a few years of his life captured by bandits, he values freedom above all else and has a strong belief that any person should be free to choose their own way of living and not the rules that society has proposed. But of course, he's not some madman bent on anarchy. He knows his limits. Falinor's also a man who can be influenced by emotion and is often prone to making rash actions when in despair.

He generally trusts all Alliance races at a first glance, but for the Horde it's a much different story. The Forsaken he can't stand because it reminds him of the horrors suffered by the Scourge. Though he wasn't directly affected by the Orcs in any major way, along with the fact he thought with them in the Third War, he can only just about tolerate them. But he'd rather not be with one and wouldn't hesitate to kill one, and it's the same with Trolls. Blood Elves he despises because their dealings with Fel. Tauren are the only race he can willingly accept because he's aware that they are a peaceful race, but he's fairly intimidated by their huge physique.

History

Falinor was born and raised in Lordaeron, along with his 2 brothers and sister. He was the second oldest. His father own a tannery and his mother was a simple baker. It was mainly his father who brought in the money for the family whilst his mother was just a 'bonus' if you will. One could say life was hard for Falinor in the perspective that he was heavily neglected. He was obviously fed and taken care of decently enough, but it was always his brothers and sister who got the attention. His parents would often pamper the 3 whilst Falinor didn't get much. Whatever they did was far more fascinating. Even when Falinor was excelling in his studies and his siblings accomplishing such mundane things he couldn't get a spark of praise out of them. He never understood why, but he didn't want to say anything. What would he say? Demand for more attention like a spoiled brat? His grades began to fall along with his sense of security and happiness. So as the days passed by, he grew more isolated from his family until he almost felt like he was an outcast. In his own home.

To make things worse, during their teenage years, the 3 siblings were already showing promise of great success. At 15 his sister was already enlisted into a Magi class and had conjured her first fireball within a week. Her parents were ecstatic. His older brother had finally been taking paladin classes after finishing as a squire. Early. And his youngest brother? Well... he was already reaching high levels in the money making business. He owned a company that delivered, extracted and forged ore, weapons and armour and was a usual customer for quite a few barracks in Lordaeron. What was Falinor? He was nothing. All he had accomplished was skill that surpassed a lot of swordsmen in the art of weaponry, and competence with most weapons.

Falinor had enough. At 17 he turned his back on his family and his old life. His sister implored him to stay but he would have none of it, leaving his sister in shock whilst Falinor strode with a good quality sword he stole from his youngest brother and a hatchet. She finally realised it. After long days of travelling he finally ended up in Stormwind and got a job as a merc for a small guild that fulfilled requests of guards and civilians. The pay was good and he finally felt that people cared for him. One particular shining moment was when he helped an elderly man out of a burning building out in the countryside with the aid of some fellow mercs. However, the merc business only lasted for 2 years, leaving him at 19 now with nothing to do except explore.

Whilst exploring he saw a man getting beaten up by bandits. Developing a more courageous view since his time as a mercenary he boldly stepped in, but it was all in vain. They killed the person they were assaulting and kept Falinor in captivity. He was kept in there for 6 harsh years. To their own amusement they called him 'Hero' the whole time and they branded his right arm, leaving a scorching scar of a shield in it's place. He also bares other scars. He was either tied up in the corner or locked in a strong, but wooden cage, usually the latter. Fortunately, whilst locked up he managed to steal a knife from a bandit who was foolishly walking close to the cage. Falinor pried the wooden bars off and snuck out. By morning Falinor arrived with a group of guards and they were promptly wiped out after arresting them proved too difficult.

Falinor was now 25. He returned to Stormwind only to find refugees. Hundreds of refugees. Confused he began asking the locals, and to his horror he discovered that Lordaeron had been ravaged and corrupted by the Scourge. Not knowing whether his family was dead, he had half a mind to go after them... but changed his mind. What had they done for him? They probably didn't care for him at all. Instead he chose to enlist in the Battle for Mount Hyjal using the skills he had acquired over the years. He had never been so scared in his life. Meeting Night Elves, Orcs, Trolls and Tauren. He found it difficult to see Tauren as an enemy as he spoke to some once or twice, in awe at their appearance and nature, but a little intimidated. The Orcs and Trolls would have nothing to do with him, but socializing with the other race wasn't something that was on his mind. When the horn sounded he charged into battle on foot with his fellow soldiers and slew whatever enemy came across his path. He managed to survive until the very end of the battle to let out a cheer with the others. But after he collapsed.

He woke up in the medical bay, with a smile on his face. He managed to survive the hordes of demons. But he soon remembered his family. Even if they didn't care for him, he knew he had to do the right thing and at least see if they were al right. He eventually located them in Stormwind and saw them walking down the street. That was all he needed. After looking at their faces he walked out of Stormwind and pretty much did whatever the hell he wanted. He was a free man.