Haydn

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Player: Esthrunil

Character Full Name: Haydn Remy Hayes

Character In-Game Name: Haydn

Nickname(s): None.

Association(s): Self

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Neither a skill nor an ability, but his willpower is enviable.

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Hair: Long, blonde hair, typically tied back into a ponytail.

Eyes: Hazel – A light green mixed with blue, occasionally appearing more brown than anything.

Weight: 179 Lbs.

Height: 5'9”

Appearance

Haydn typically wears a leather set of armor, gearing himself mostly for mobility and where he's going than for taking heavy hits. His typical clothing consists of simple garments.

Other: He carries a sword and shield for combat, as well as a survival knife. Other than this, he gears for his circumstances.

Personality

Haydn has one real motivation to his life – to live it the way he wants. He prefers a fairly simple, uncomplicated life of travel to one of stagnation. However, he believes in a greater good, and when he sees events that worry him, he endeavors to make a change. This sort of impulsiveness has shown to be a bit of a bother for his simple life, but though it stresses him so, he still goes out of his way to make changes.

Haydn is not the sort to compromise his morality in favor of an easier outcome, seeing this as a breach of the basics of what a person is. He's not a stick in the mud, however – quite the opposite, in fact – he is quite the affable and somewhat charming fellow. This is no doubt due to his upbringing, where manners were stressed in interpersonal activity, above all else. Likewise due to his upbringing, he is deeply spiritual and sentimental.

He views the Orcs as savages and the people that did so much harm to his race. He is neutral toward the Trolls, but due to their allegiance with the Horde, does not view them favorably as a whole. He respects the Tauren greatly, confused about their involvement with the Horde. His view of the Forsaken is one of disgust and utter hatred and contempt. The Blood Elves, however, are an interesting circumstance. He still has some very good friends who are Blood Elves (High Elves when they'd met), but he feels betrayed by the actions of the race as a whole.

As for hobbies, he has taken to sketching and painting, in what spare time he has. His memory has improved over time, and he rarely leaves a place without his sketchbook in tow. As a result, his paintings are often beautiful landscapes of the places he's seen. He has, in recent years, taken up herbalism and first aid.


History

Haydn Remy Hayes was born to Jerod and Abigail Hayes, within Lordaeron's walls. His middle name was given to him in honor of Remy Beaumont, a close family friend and Haydn's godfather. The small merchant family was well off – aristocrats, but not nearly of noble status. Jerod and Remy had built a partnership and had started a business out of managing caravans as transportation and trade. The trade was good, the profit was great.

As such, Jerod and Abigail could afford to send Haydn to a good school and teach him to live well. Their hope was to make him into a polite, upstanding young man, so that he could live a good life. School was good – Haydn made a few good friends and learned all that he needed to know. History and literature were his favorite classes – he became fascinated with the places and events and the stories. He would often run home after school and tell his parents about the great things that used to happen all the time – his favorite were the tales of heroics done in the name of the greater good.

As Haydn grew to the age of 14, times were harder. Life continued on as normal, for the most part. Though Lordaeron was ailing through the Second War, his family felt a negligible hit after they'd been forced to move to the Lordaeron countryside, the caravan business still working strong on commissions for the war effort. Haydn continued his education through books his father had brought into the household, and though he'd lost most of his old friends and it was hard to gain new ones, he managed. It was at this age he took up sketching and painting, still enamored with those tales of other lands and heroics.

At 15, Haydn was approached by Remy with an offer: Haydn would accompany him on a trip to visit an old friend. Over this time, Remy would teach the boy what he knew – combat, survival techniques and the likes. Haydn's eyes bulged at the idea of seeing those lands he'd dreamed of so often. He barely thought before he answered yes. They would set off in a month's time.

The day came and Haydn said his goodbyes to Jerod and Abigail. Remy gave a short nod to the parents and rested a hand on Haydn's shoulder before the two of them set off on their trip. Remy revealed at camp later that night that they were traveling by foot in order to give Haydn a sense of the world. “You can't see any of the good things in a wagon,” as the man put it. The trip stretched across the Eastern kingdoms, taking a great deal of time to make it from the Lordaeron countryside to Dun Morogh, where Remy expected to meet his old friend.

Along the way were challenges, beautiful scenery, sad moments, happy moments, and most importantly, camaraderie. Once they'd made it to Dun Morogh, Haydn had at least 10 months experience in combat, hunting, long-form travel and survivalism. Not much to most, but the boy was insatiable. On their way back, he showed this eagerness to learn to Remy. They returned home, greeting Haydn's parents with glee and pride. The boy had proven his strength.

This event left a lasting mark on Haydn's mind and body. He no longer could sit in one place without getting stir-crazy. He had a taste of the world and he absolutely had to have more. As for his body, he'd sustained a few bruises and cuts – the worst of which was a series of scars on his arm from a wolf that got a bit too close. He still scratches at those, to this day.

Haydn continued his life as normal until he was 18, looking to his parents and asking them to give him a year of travel before he got to work for his father as an associate – they gave him that much, only demanding that he keep contact, this time. He agreed and packed his bags. What followed was just a small trip along the main roads as he got his bearings – before he knew it, he realized he needed to make his trip back. The trip, though uneventful and fleeting, cemented his interest in travel and a habit he's taken up – keeping small tokens as mementos of places he's been.

The man spent a great deal of time fulfilling his promise to his parents – he was a working man. Admittedly, he didn't enjoy it much, but that was life it seemed. A couple of years limped along at a slow pace, and Haydn longed for that freedom. He'd had time to think and realized that he wasn't a thing of pure civilization. Sure, he needed people, but he identified more as a traveler who didn't stay any one place for too long. He identified himself as part of the world, and it was his one hope to experience it. So he brought it up to his parents, who, although they weren't pleased, decided that he needed to see the world through his own eyes.

He set off from his parents' home for the last time, a week later. He thanked them greatly for all they'd done to raise him. Remy was there to see him off and gave him his sword, telling him never to forget what he'd learned and who they were. The man set off on foot, that day, and he never returned to that homestead. He'd developed into his own person – an island in the Great Sea.

As an independent, the wilds sculpted Haydn's personal philosophy of the world and how things worked. He became deeply spiritual, seeing how things worked outside of pure civilization. These years developed him into a survivor – a gentleman still, but more developed to live in the forests. He met a great many people and made a great many friends. He even kept regular contact with his parents, via mail. Life was good, but then the Scourge attacked.

Haydn was not personally affected by the Scourge attack – he'd been in Southern Azeroth at the time – but he worried for his family. The last letter he'd received from them detailed their worry for the plague. He'd also received news that the region was hit hard by the Scourge, so his worry grew. Days turned to weeks to months before he received a letter. The note mentioned that they'd all made it out safely, thankfully. He found that the letter lead back to the city of Stormwind, and thus he made his way there to make sure they were safe.

Setting foot in a major city for the first time in a while was a jarring experience. He visited with his parents briefly, found out how the business was going – thankfully a decent number of caravans were left over, used to cart refugees out of Lordaeron when the family had made their own escape. They took a major hit, but Haydn trusted his father's ability to take care of them. Haydn had become so used to moving, however, that the city was too confined for him. His parents understood, and he took off once again.

In recent years, the man has started to settle more in one place, but his wanderlust can never be sated. His interest in herbalism has been piqued, and he picked it up in more full force than he had once before. While everyone else lived through great events, Haydn walked on. His life has been interesting, and he's more than willing to share a story or two.