Lathieus

Information

Player: Joe2618

Character Full Name: Lathieus Longstrider

Character In-Game Name: Lathieus

Nickname(s): Black phoenix, Ghost

Association(s): Farstriders, Regiment 138

Race: Blood elf

Class: Hunter

Age: 290

Sex: Male

Hair: A deep jet black in shade that gently cascades down his shoulders to his upper back.

Eyes: Fel green

Scale: 1.00

Weight: 130 lbs

Skills and Abilities

• Trick shot: Lathieus has developed an ability over the years that enables him to shoot an arrow from an angle and for it to ricochet off of an object and bounce towards a target.

• Alchemy: Lathieus has the amazing ability to brew many different potions and poisons to vary effects for example, with the right ingredients he can brew a herb that paralyses an opponent after it enters the blood stream.

• Doctor: Many years of being in the Farstriders has also taught him how to bandage up wounds, amputate limbs and other health related aid has made him quite a proficient doctor, he is by no means able to remove magic from the body but he can deal with most other medical emergencies with the right instruments at hand.

• Ghost: The nickname creation was in part of his tracking skills as a Farstrider, he not only has the ability to be very quiet and discreet whilst stalking his prey in the woods, but is also very good at the art of hiding in plain sight, being seen but being viewed as 'another ordinary citizen'.

Appearance

When in a safe point or city he usually dons a hood, and wears clothes of a green nature, not too fussed on whether it is a tuxedo or a shirt and shorts, as long as they are green he doesn't mind. When venturing out, he pulls down his hood, and places on leather armour including some leather fingerless gloves.

Other: He has the tattoo '138' on his upper-back usually hidden by his hair. He always carries with him a green leather-bound journal with intricate turquoise patterns slipping over the cover that is indented into the book.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Good

Lathieus is a closed off individual who does not speak often, but is more interested in listening to others, under this layer of quietness there is a greatly damaged man who carries guilt with him wherever he goes.

He looks out for young naive people and likes to help them on their journeys, almost guiding them with a fatherly air. He has a great respect for any soldier who has seen war and feels a kinship with them. He often writes in his diary all his darkest secrets and is quite forgetful as to where he leaves it. This often means people get to read what is on his mind.

In a combat scenario he aims to defeat his enemy but rarely kills anyone, seeing more value in life than most people, for Lathieus life is precious and should be preserved, but at the same time he views it as a greater punishment than death and to kill another individual would be to grant them mercy which he will not give.

Under all his seriousness he is actually a very chirpy and jovial man if you claw deep enough into him. He is a morning person and has a personal love for forests, often feeling the nature call too him. He has a personal love for animals and wildlife alike. Often going out simply to hear the roaring of a waterfall or the view of wildlife.

If anyone asks Lathieus for help he will, but they might not thank him for the results he gives. He is fair in judgement and they just might end up on the raw end of the deal.

History

Lathieus was born as the middle child in a family of three of house 'Single-star'. Unfortunately for him his mother and father were very old fashioned and followed a great tradition that only one child who is the most accomplished will be allowed to have any children. The others unable to have children had a choice: To swear fealty to the chosen son and all of his children until the remaining brothers deaths, or to have their genitals removed so they can never bear any children themselves.

His older brother was always the favourite child who was a grand warrior, whilst the youngest sibling was a talented mage from an early age. Lathieus was the runt of the family with no skills in magic or in prowess he instead focused on his abilities to dual wield daggers, this took many years of practice to even get the basic movements right.

The eldest brother often picked on Lathieus for his inability and lack of skill, this began a sibling rivalry with Lathieus slowly growing to hate his brother.

As time passed on it became more and more clear that he wasn't destined to be the son to bear children which brought him a lot of pain especially when puberty struck the poor young elf. He spent time outside of Silvermoon to avoid women in general so as not to give into temptation, his uncle often followed the young boy to protect him to honour the oath he made to Lathieus father so many years ago.

His uncle watched him train and practice for many months, sitting with Lathieus and growing closer to the young teenager. Lathieus grew closer to his uncle than he ever had his mother or father who he compared to teachers always judging him. Eventually his uncle showed him how to handle a bow, Lathieus took to the bow like he was born to wield the cracked old thing.

From then on his training was doubled. He trained more in dual wielding knives and daggers but spent a lot more time using the bow slowly mastering the art. When he finally reached adulthood he decided he would join the Farstriders for one final gambit to impress his father and mother, by this time though the odds were slim his older brother was a hardened warrior at this point and his younger brother was becoming a very accomplished mage.

On the day of his leaving his uncle showed up with two gifts: A new bow which had no cracks or dents in it. He told Lathieus. “This bow is similar to who you are 'unbroken' by the world but you will gain many scars along the way as will this weapon this is merely a reflection of yourself.” And the second gift was a crossbow a new weapon for Lathieus to learn. As he hugged his uncle he whispered into his ear. “You might not be my father but you've acted like one more than anyone else, so thank you uncle...I Love you.” He then left for his first day in the Farstriders.

Upon his sign up sheet they asked for Lathieus name. “Longstrider.” He said not wanting to live by his family name any longer. He was assigned to regiment 138. This is where he met four novices like himself and their leader Ralleious Oathblood. The first weeks were spent training, Lathieus was skilled with the bow but in those weeks he was taught stealth and hunting skills...As well as an optional extra skill for each member of the regiment.

Lathieus chose to learn how to gather herbs and plants and with them create variety of useful antidotes and poisons to varying effects. He spent many years with his regiment hunting down trolls who tried invading the land. But the years of killing Trolls made him bitter and angry with them, slowly he began not only to kill invading warriors but if they came across any encampments he would kill the women and the children first. He was often reprimanded for such behaviour but a little spark inside him made him feel like he was making a difference.

After many decades of serving as a farstrider the scourge struck, Lathieus and his unit only got hit by stragglers as they were quite far out. Lathieus ran from his unit in fear, he ran and didn't stop running until he thought he was safe.

It was only then that he felt an unbearable pain strike him the lack of mana coming from the sunwell was taking a toll on his body and his mind he spent so long unable to think, only shaking...After what seemed like years he was taught how to use the energies of fel from his fellow elves and he soaked in the glorious mana he had missed so much over what seemed like eternity.

When the sunwell was restored he realised that he deserved what was done to him he had killed young teenagers, pregnant women and children. An extreme guilt hit him and an after shock of the realisation he was a coward only made it worse. He made his way to ×Booty Bay and drank there for many years trying to forget.

That was until he saw his old regiment leader, apparently only he and another made it out alive, the others are missing or dead.. He told Lathieus “You might be a coward, you might not have honour but there is still work of note you could do to help this world.” Lathieus took the message to heart and left ×Booty Bay making his way back to Silvermoon to help rebuild.

On his way to Silvermoon, Lathieus saw a Swift timber wolf cub, the young wolf had seemingly become lost from it's family as not far away was a dead wolf being picked at by nearby multiple creatures. Lathieus killed every creature that was around the corpse to respect the pups mother. Unable to have any children of his own due to mental torture from his family the wolf he would take to calling 'Saber'. Would be a replacement for that need to have a child. Lathieus showed Saber how to hunt, he often used his bow and shared his meals with the creature, nurturing the creature as it grew.

When he finally reached Silvermoon he heard of his older brother becoming a blood knight. The idea made him scowl and only embittered his relationship with him. He saw his younger brother as he helped rebuild and tracked him as his many years as a Farstrider had taught him. He heard that he the youngest son had become a magister and was also chosen as the son to have children. This gave Lathieus great pleasure.

He kept the name Longstrider to keep his freedom from his family and his genitals slowly forgetting the original house name ever existed in the first place. Letting his family believe he died on the battle field to save himself the agony of eternal servitude or always missing a part of himself.

A clear message came to his mind. “I am not a good man, I might not change the world but I'll do my best to help before I pass.” He slowly looked at his old bow noting the many scars it had attained since his registration into the Farstriders.

During the events of cataclysm, Saber had grown and matured fully into a strong wolf, now able to hunt and kill for himself. Lathieus often hunted with the fully grown beast. It was on such hunts that Saber came across a feline, it was a panther cub left to die. He couldn't assume why but it was very small for a cub so he could only think of it as the runt of the family. And so, filling his need and yearning further he adopted the young cub as his own naming it 'Jenny'. And so the merry band of outcasts grew taking on another member into this makeshift family.