Frosam

Information

Player: Farmerzjohn

Character Full Name: Arena Combatant Frosam Silversword

Character In-Game Name: Frosam

Nickname(s): Fro (As called by his friend, Ijann.)

Association(s): Bootybay, Gurubash Arena, The Alliance, The rebel camp.

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 38

Sex: Male

Hair: Black. Curly and short.

Eyes: Green / Hazel

Weight: Tall, slim but slightly broad.

Height: 5' 57”

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance

Depends on his environment. For example, On the streets of stormwind it will be casual clothes. In stranglethorn, Armour.

Other: He bares -many- scars along his body, yet his face contains one scar across his eye which travels down vertically.

Personality

His personality is amongst the "Anarchist" Type. Though of his personal goal, it does not mean he will be-friend all, he most likely prefers to be left alone. The man is extremely violent, if he see's a brawl, he will most likely burst in and join. He is a challenger beyond belief, challenge him in fighting or a simple drinking game he will not back down. Though he is normally friendly to all.

History

Childhood

As a child he was part of the Kurzen Compound to the north of Stranglethorn Vale. He was raised by his mother alone, as his father was slain amongst many by the troll tribes across the Vale. He helped his mother tailor and feed the people of the settlement as if no one complied towards the efforts of the survival, they would push the daises (Death). He was the usual child amongst humans, playing with make shift play swords pretending to be a great warrior to fight agaisnt the big threats of The Horde.

Teenage Years

Once he had grown to the age of Fourteen he was steady to begin his training amongst the local defenders of the settlement. Using the sword / Two handed sword he found himself bound to it. Training, eating, sleeping became not just life for the boy, but a routine. From the age of Eighteen his settlement was in riot by two sides. They were two sides, The Kurzen who practiced in Voodoo arts and others who rebelled agaisnt the ways of using the magic. Frosam was on the Rebels side.

His mother and a few other villagers barricaded themselves atop of an inn room, he held and watched his friends and mother die around him, though he was injured himself, he cared only for his mothers and his own personally safety. Seeing a broken window he left his people only dragging his mother out of the window. Half-way to the safety of the roads, he stopped. He kneeled down in defeat and was ready to accept the death of himself. He watched his mother die and give her last words to his son. Which were these light given words. "Me and your father will be waiting for you, amongst the after life. I lo-...." Just at the last words he burst into anger and tears. He started throwing wild punches into the ground out of anger. Just then a Kodo & cart moved down the road, revealing from the blurry humid storm from the jungles weather a mysterious troll like figure, the last he heard was a blow pipe firing, his vision Blurs, thus being put to sleep.

Adulthood

Once awoken from the trolls dart, he found himself amongst huge masses of cheering, sword clanging, flesh and bone breaking. A tall battered human male with his hair in dreadlocks, his chest bandaged and clothes rugged and humid. "Come with me, boy." He announced in his dark tone voice. The humid, cursing blood and sweat smell fills the huge underground rooms of gladiator slaves and slavers. He was hurried to a fire place, surrounded by races to gnomes all the way too Ogre's. Out of place he picked up scraps from left over food. The tall man halted his actions immediatley, he held out a plate of boar leg and bread, along with a strange yellowy rancid colour in a small bowl. Frosam took no hesitation, he ate quickly and drank fastly. As the tall man watched over him he announced the name of the drink. "Lemonade". Thus he spent most of his recovery days in the arena beds. Once fully recovered he was given the offer to be a Arena combatant, he accepted this offer and was given days for which he had to battle there.

Present Day

He finds himself of mid age of his life, he cares only for the vengance of his mother and surviving in the world with the coin he makes amongst the arena. He will attempt to find other jobs outside the arena if they coin is valuable to himself.

He is rarely seen without a tall man named "Ijann". The two seem to get along dispite there complete differences.