Falxan
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Player: thecheezeman
Character Full Name: Falxan Shadefeather
Character In-Game Name: Falxan
Nickname(s): Falx.
Association(s): The Alliance.
Race: Kaldorei
Class: Rogue
Age: 8832
Sex: Male
Hair: Parted in the middle, his hair is shoulder-length and a dark blue. His beard is nicely trimmed and is without a mustache.
Eyes: Amber
Weight: 288 lbs
Height: 7'3"
Appearance
Usual Garments/Armor: On a regular basis, Falxan is seen wearing his padded leather pants, along with heavy leather boots which are the same colour as his hair. His top is made of cloth and cut at the shoulders, revealing his arms. He always has is two fist weapons. His fist weapons can be blunt or he can release blades on the weapons.
Other: He has a red snake tattooed on both of his arms.
Personality
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Falxan is a decently nice guy, although he does have a tendency to be sarcastic and/or spiteful if the situation is appropriate. This elf despises authority figures and holds freedom of choice, high above everything. Falxan likes to do what he wants, when he wants regardless of others. He doesn't particularly hate any race, but prefers the Alliance over the Horde. He has no qualms in killing someone, although will have a tough time with an unarmed civilian.
History
Falxan was born during a peaceful time for the Night Elves. The War of the Ancients was won over a thousand years ago and Falxan was a healthy child. He was very skeptic and tough as a kid and spent most of his time arguing with the others that all magic abilities were from the person themselves and not any gods. This alienated Falxan from most of Night Elven society and caused his parents great dishonor. Because of this, Falxan found himself to be more attached to the Highborne and made friends within their group. Although he was next to useless in wielding magic, he was slightly bigger than his friends and was able to wrestle them into submission.
During his teens, he simply grew like a weed. He was with the Highborne and became best friends with Thalaraam Dawnsong. Together, they caused plenty of mischief in the smaller towns around Ashenvale. They would outrun the Sentinels for fun and when caught, would simply get community service. They were children and nothing more. When not causing any little problems, he would train with the Highborne, keeping them and himself, fit. Unfortunately, this would not last forever.
Upon reaching his first thousand years, the Highborne were deemed too dangerous and too much of a liability for the Night Elves. The Highborne were exiled, no exceptions. Falxan couldn't believe this. He had spent the most time with the Highborne and knew that this was ridiculous. Unable to gain an audience with Tyrande, Falxan did the only thing that seemed reasonable. He took his things and left his city. Walking deep into Ashenvale, he set up a small home within a tree and began a very intense training. For thousands of years, he stayed in solitude keeping his mind, body and soul sharp.
On his six-thousand year mark, he attempted to return to civilization. However, the only village that he visited, had been burnt down. Curiously, he investigated the village to find two things. The first, was that the village had been burnt by angry furbolgs. They had planted their flag outside an inn, in deviance. The second, was an Night Elf child, named Melya. After much thought, he took her in and returned to his home in solitude, however it was no longer lonely. He taught the girl to hunt, to fight and to survive. Imprinting much of himself on the girl, she grew to be a free-spirit and upon reaching adulthood, she left, with Falxan's blessing.
The next time Falxan was seen, was during the Third War, where he returned from solitude in order to fight the returning demons. The only mark that was left on him, was on his back, a large blackened scar. After joining the Alliance, Falxan decided that he would travel the Alliance lands and learn as much as he could.
Eventually, he made his way to the Ghostlands. Whether it was an accident, or perhaps he wanted to see if his friend was still alive, he was there. Unfortunately, he found the gravestone of Thalaraam. Mourning the death of his friend, he was knocked unconscious. He awoke in a dark room, with a pair of glowing green eyes staring at him. A blood elf walked from the shadows and stared at the Falxan. It was obvious to Falxan, this boy was related somehow to Thalaraam. He explained as best as he could the situation and the boy was unbelieving. However, the boy let him go and told him to run as far as he could from this place, back home. Falxan, not wishing to make any enemies, left the house and began to head south. Making camp, he noticed smoke in the air from the house he had left. Running back, he found the house aflame and surrounded by undead. Charging in, he managed to slay all the Scourge there, burst through the door and into the flaming building and pulled out a half-burned blood elf.
Markkir was going to die. He would not survive and he knew this. With his dying breath, he gave Falxan his twin fist blades. The blades were enchanted, so that only a family member or a true friend of the Dawnsong House would be able to use them, without being encumbered. He took the blades, buried Markkir and left the Ghostlands. He spends most of his time wandering, working a couple of odd jobs as he goes.
