Faolan

Information

Player: Dafusimba

Character Full Name: Faolan Emberfuzz

Character In-Game Name: Faolan

Nickname(s): Fao, "Red Lobster"

Association(s): Wildhammer Clan

Race: Wildhammer Dwarf

Class: Warrior (Barbarian)

Age: 162 (Around 40 in human years)

Sex: Male

Hair: Faolan has Burnt Orange hair, ordinary color for his kin. He has shaved his head bald as a tradition and to honor his roots as a Wildhammer. His thick beard is decorated with colorful beads and small braids.

Eyes: Faolan's Emerald green eyes in weary sockets worn out by countless of trials and triumphs, mediate that this dwarf has seen a lot during his long life and isn't easily blown away.

Weight: 187 lb.

Height: 3'9

Other: Faolan likes good food and great stories, he would also like to learn how to write them himself.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance

Un-like many people in Azeroth, Faolan actually washes and changes his clothes, therefore you do not find him in same clothes too often, unless it's his Mercenary garb which is made of hardened gryphon hide and feathers.

Personality

People that do not know Faolan personally would describe him as short tempered firecracker. He truly is reckless and dangerous to his surroundings when he enrages, but this happens only if someone he likes is harmed or insulted badly. He is very compassionate and protective about those around him. And if situation demands it he will protect them with ferocity of a wild beast. He is not very intellect, and is fairly easy to manipulate. But when he sets his mind to something, and decides to do something important to him or his friends, he is steadfast and will try to achieve this no matter how hard the opposition is. His wild determination and bravery often gets him to harm's way, but sometimes it might save the day and that's all he needs to know.

Faolan is also quite gullible and naïve when it comes to telling lies - he gives everyone a chance before he decides are they trustworthy or not. In his Wildhammer mind he wants to believe that people do not have a reason to tell lies, and therefore he is often being tricked by people who abuse his gullible nature. Faolan also likes to have a good time, he enjoys a good laugh and doing - sometimes rather stupid - tricks to the people. He has a good sense of humor and knows how to laugh at himself, but he doesn't stand people who lie to him. (Probably because he has a really hard time trying to figure if person is speaking truth or not.)

History

Faolan was born in Aerie Peak, but became orphan at age of 10 when his parents died in a tragic accident - His father's gryphon had a cardiac arrest in mid air, lunging down with his parents mounted on it. Because of this, he never bonded with a gryphon like most of his kin nor He didn't accept any surrogate families; instead he and 4 other orphans at the same age established a little gang they began to call 5 Hammer Family. They stole food, caused general mischief, disobeyed Thane's curfews during night time and told each other imaginary tales about epic battles against dragons and battalions of bloodthirsty Amani trolls. Other residents of Aerie Speak tolerated the actions of the gang due their backgrounds, and they kept going for many years ahead.

5 Hammer Family continued to thrive as a band of children causing havoc and mayhem around Aerie peak and people started to lose their temper. But at the same year when Faolan turned 37, the gang and its members changed forever. That day, 5 Orphans broke Thane's curfew like many other nights and ventured in to forest for fun and adventure. But this turned to be way too mutch they could handle. Three trolls ambushed them in middle of the forest, four managed to escape, but with great cost, one of them was killed, Bog the smallest of the Orphans. Week after the incident the Orphans gathered and decided to change the course of their gang, instead of causing problem and stealing to survive, they decided to act as a mercenaries and bodyguards to feed themselves and to help others in need. They trained hardly for years to come. To make amends of their past mistakes they did their best to help city and its inhabitants, they worked as masons, plowed fields, helped city guards and really became a respected organization among the Aerie Peak and its people.

When Faolan turned 40, the 5 Hammers was disbanded and new order arose from its ashes – Crimson Hammer. They named the organization and wore blood red regalia in honor of their lost friend, and their first Mercenary work was free of charge for the same reasons. Target was three troll brothers living near Aerie Peak and no mercy was shown - each was struck down by dwarves' hammers. After their first task they decided to leave Aerie peak in seek of adventures. They continued the work for a years to come, but gradually and inevitably they all perished in battle, leaving Faolan alone. He grew tired of violence and battle, deciding to leave far away, somewhere to retire peacefully and never look back.

He arrived in to the Stormwind, in attempts to apply for a job as a local gryphon rider, when he found out the position was taken, he found himself stuck in a town full of humans and their weird culture. His plans of carefree life began slowly to shatter, as he were cunningly tricked to a servitude of an undead, known only as Apothecary Thrawn. As addicted to a drug made by this creature, he would do anything to get more. Anything..

During his duty to this macabre undead master he did horrible things that he regrets for rest of his life. He was involved is scheme of taking Stromgarde for Forsaken by order of this Thrawn individual and many other spiteful things. But on one fateful day he encountered an old dwarven hermit smoking a pipe on side of the road, who eventually changed his life in to a better direction. The dwarf wore old ragged robe and his hood covered most of his facial features, as Faolan was about to pass this hermit, something inside of him told him to stop. Faolan stared at the older dwarf, shaking from withdrawals. “H-help me…” Faolan said because somehow he knew that this person could help him. Hermit nodded, took the pipe from his lips and said: “Son. Give me your hands.” Without even hesitating for a moment, Faolan went on his knees and gave the hermit his hands. The hermit frowned underneath his hood. “You've strayed from the road, I can see it. And you somehow think that I can help you. But the truth is that I cannot. There is only one person in this world able to do so, and that's no one else than yourself. To find the cure, you must search yourself; praise your roots. Because those roots, and the withered three that they carry have many tales to tell and places to go.” Hermit took down his hood, smiling at Faolan, he puffed his pipe and the smoke from it surrounded him completely. “F-father?” The smoke cleared and the hermit was gone. For several months to pass by, Faolan isolated himself from the world, and went to Hinterlands, to search himself. He lived in the forests, eating what it gave and sleeping on its soft grass bed. The pain of withdrawal was horrible and it took its toll; Faolan no longer believed that there were simply good and evil, but that this all consists of gray matter in between those two. But eventually the nature bested the poison and the Wildhammer was cured from the addiction. Addiction was over, and with it his retirement too. The Cooking Mercenary, once known as "Red Lobster" had returned.

Seed of Temptation was planted, he was forced to stray from the path once, who knows when it'll happen again, and he is forever lost to the darkest forests.