Leoric

Information

Player: FracturedGuardian

Character Full Name: Leoric

Character In-Game Name: Leoric

Nickname(s): Leo

Association(s): None

Race: Draenei

Class: Hunter

Age: About 3,500 (he's stopped keeping track and often lies about it anyway)

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, two braids and loose length to between his shoulderblades.

Eyes: Glowing pure white

Weight: 320 lb.

Height: 7' 9"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Generally in mail armor, rarely takes it off. Wears black when he's not wearing armor if he has the option.

Other: Prefers to dual wield his weapons whatever they happen to be at the time. Estranged from his sister, Lilac.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Leaning towards evil)

Personality

Thinks the world exist for his own use and pleasure. He does not see violating the law as wrong or evil. Rules and morals are just road blocks to what he wants in life. Sees his companions as tools and will readily toss aside older weak ones in favor of a strong new one.

Setimentality means nothing to him. Power draws him to the future and anything that does not make him more powerful is a hindrance.

In social circumstances he can seem cold and uncaring, mostly because his is. He makes no connections to the past. As such he takes what is available and does his best with it.

Animals are his only friends, but even then he sees them more as tools or minions rather than friends.

History

My first memories are of battle, of the warlocks attacking our ship and killing my mother. I never understood why this happened and I likely never will. Visions of blades and battle filled my dreams. Bloodlust grew within me. The teaching of the Naaru could not explain why all I wanted was death, vengeance and power. A young mind finds odd ways to cope.

It was the tenth century after my birth that my father gave me my first blade and only a few weeks after that I received my second. My mind was completely on the offensive. Swords, axes, bows and arrows all came naturally as I sparred with my sister. I felt most at home with a blade in each hand. Through combat we bonded. We learned each other and looked out for one another.

My conquering of my sister in my eighteenth century was a turning point in my life. We became even closer after that. I found that other beings could just help me serve my own ends. There were others but Lilac, my sister, was the only woman in my life.

When the Oshu'gun crashed on Draenor I found out another gift I had. Beasts were drawn to me. They could sense the pain in my life and wanted to help ease it. These creatures could be tools, willing minions to my own ends. I think it was then that I began to drift away from Lilac. I believe she became obsessed with battle and death, or I may have finally broken her heart. It mattered not to me. I worked harder to tame greater more powerful creatures. If I could not tame them I would slaughter them.

I trained to develop my own armor and weapons. Even how to obtain the raw resources myself. My soul went into every kill, every stride toward mastering the wilderness. I love the feeling of molding the very earth to my will.

It's been at least two centuries since I last saw my sister. I've heard rumors of a warrior woman that could be her, but I don't much care. My pets and I will eventually rule my own land I will carve out of this new planet.