Lethium

Information

Player: Heitrusan

Character Full Name: Lethium Park

Character In-Game Name: Lethium

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): The Alliance, any helpers of the Alliance, or anyone who is just friendly

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 34

Sex: Male

Hair: Loose hair, black, no facial hair what-so-ever.

Eyes: Has Hazel eyes

Weight: 143

Height: 5'10

Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance

He is usually in full plate armor in combat, but would wear mail occasionally. He would wear cloth armor when he wants to wear comfortable garments.

Other: He walks around aimlessly, usually trying to get into a friendly conversation, or get ready for a strong battle.

Personality

Lethium is a kind hearted Human. He would give most races a chance on becoming friends or just talking to him. He is also a very serious person when the time comes. He can become a very strong tactician when a battle comes around, or just when a friend is in trouble. He is also a very gullible person. If someone gains his trust, he would do whatever to protect or help the friend. Although he is gullible, it doesn't make him a stupid person. He would easily fight off a foe who respects the darkness of a warlock's teachings or just a dangerous person who kills people for fun. If they were his friends and tried to draw him in, he would run and sulk for a few days alone.

History

Lethium was born in a very normal family. His father was a farmer and his mother was a well-known cook in Westfall. His father would discipline him well by making him work along side him at the farm when he was very young. His mother would teach him how to cook whenever he had time to spare after the farm work. Doing all this together rarely gave him to time to sleep, letting Lethium have the advantage of going on for days without sleep.

Being hardened through farm work and able to cook well by himself, through the help of his parents, he started for a trip to Stormwind at the age of Nineteen. He would have left earlier, but in the period of his nineteen years, he created his own training dummy, training with his handmade, wooden sword. When he was about to take his leave, his father and mother waved him goodbye. He began toward Westbrook Garrison.

When he crossed the bridge over to Elwynn, he went to the nearby Keep to ask for directions, seeing it was his first time in Elwynn. Lethium went to the guard and introduced himself. He told him that he was seeking to become a warrior by coming to Elwynn. Once he finished his sentence, the guard instantly mistook him as part of the reinforcements sent to the Garrison. He told him to find a room inside the Keep and prepare for training. Lethium was suddenly confused and was about to speak back to the man, but realized that this could be where warriors train before heading to Stormwind, to see if he was worthy or not.

The training was harder than he could imagine. The trainers would yell at every mistake he made and they would push him to his limits. Although he was pushed to his limits, he never gave up. He saw many quit during the harsh trainings and it made his morale shorten. The only thing that kept him going was to make his parents proud, to show he accomplished something while he was gone.

Five years have passed and he was ready to face the near threat, the Gnolls. He joined a regiment to fight an incoming Gnoll band that was going to assault the Garrison. He stood in the middle of the group, and awaited the assault. Nothing came. They stood there dumbfounded, but when they started moving toward the Gnoll encampment, they were ambushed from all sides. The Gnolls killed many of the out lying men, stabbing at the little gaps in their armor. He tried to fight back, but two Gnolls attacked him at the same time. Another warrior, killed one off as Lethium is in a one on one battle.

Lethium does a stabbing motion, but the Gnoll easily dodges it. He jump kicks Lethium, making him stumble back a few steps. He charged with his shield raised high, bashing the Gnoll. The Gnoll didn't take a step back and just backhands his helmet. He flies to the side, but rolls up. He removes his helmet, to see what had happened. He sees a dent in it, but sees the helmet protected him from any major damage. When he looked up, the Gnoll kicked him in his chest, denting the breast plate as well. He slowly gets up, coughing, breathing heavily. He throws his sword, desperate to hit the Gnoll. The Gnoll was struck in the leg, the sword going through. Lethium, surprised, decided to take advantage of the Gnoll's disabilities. He grabs a sword that was layed on the floor and tries to cut off the Gnoll's head. The Gnoll dodges it and smashes his blade at his shoulder pads. He yelps in pain, but brings his plate boots to the Gnoll's face. It seems to have broken it's jaw because it yells garbles and grabs his foot. It pulls on it, then brings his blade down on his breastplate as he falls. The breastplate breaks under the pressure and cuts into his chest. It isn't deep, but enough to kill him if not tended to. He decides to make a break for it, seeing this Gnoll was too powerful. He runs away, looking back to see that the Gnoll was so angered he found a nearby deer and ripped its body in half. It roars as he is lucky to escape with a few other survivors.

He enters the Keep disappointed not only at the loss, but at himself. He notices his chest wound and goes to get it treated. As he was being treated, he hated himself for losing, for not being able to kill -one- Gnoll. He believed that Gnolls were inferior to them, that they are that weak. To be defeated so easily in one on one combat makes him look like a fool, an idiot. After he was patched up, he went to his quarters thinking about how almost the entire regiment lost. He realized he was thinking like a fool. It wasn't there fault. Not only were the Gnolls smart enough to use ambush tactics, but they probably had bigger, stronger Gnolls than usual. He decided to train harder from there forth, to be able to defeat something strong, and never underestimate his enemy.

Five more years later, Lethium finally became a warrior that has completed his training, along with the other recruits. Although at first he did not show lots of potential, after his loss, he proved that he was a good warrior. He left Westbrook as soon as the Gnoll threat had died down a bit. He left to head toward Stormwind where he believed further training could be held. When he reached the city, they denied him to becoming a warrior for Stormwind. They believed he did not fit the traits. He complained, but they still denied him, sending him off back to his home.

He walked outside Stormwind, then turned around to face the gates. He looked at it with a frown pasted onto his face, and turned to head back home. He reached home with his frown, his mother and father sadened by the news. They tried to cheer him up, and did the best they can to help him become better. His father's friend was a blacksmith and Lethium's father payed him lots of money, which he saved to by a mount for Lethium. The Blacksmith accepted the money, with lowered prices of course, and began to craft a special armor set just for Lethium.

Months went on with Lethium finally cheered up, helping his father and mother around the farm. He laughed, and had fun with being with his parents, those long years of being away. They finished eating dinner and finally went to bed. Crash! His father woke from the noise, his mother and Lethium still asleep. He went to the first floor and looked around. There he spots a thief with a red mask. The thief, stabs him in the chest, piercing one of the lungs. He couldn't yell and the thief left without anything, but leaving a mess.

Screams suddenly erupted down below. Lethium, startled, fell out of his bed, then ran downstairs, tripping a bit on the last step down. He turns to see his mother crying over his father's body. He drops to his knees and looks at his dead... Cold.. Father.. He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He never thought that he would become a bastard... Something that only a few people would become, something that nobody wants to become. Tears start to roll down his face, but he could not sniff, or do anything. He just stared at his father's cold body, his mind empty and with a neutral face.

A two years has passed after the fateful day of his father's death. Lethium is currently working around his farm, his mother sick of old age. After the normal chores were finished he went to tend to his mother. His mother was near death and he wanted to be by her side, so he would ignore the rest of the chores until he got over his mother. She looked at him with a bright smile, and she pointed to her necklace. She grabbed it and gave it to Lethium. He took it with a surprised look. She looked at him and closed her eyes. She gave him the will to the Farm, to do what he wished with it, and also told him of the blacksmith that his father talked to. He did not weep when his mother passed away, but smiled. His mother died peacefully and he sold the farm to another family, after packing his belongings. He went to the blacksmith who greeted him, and told him to wait two more days for his equipment.

Two days have passed and the blacksmith presented Lethium with awesome armor. He gave a full mithril plated armor set, coated in red paint. It came with an amazing tabard, which matched the set of the clothing. The blacksmith was proud of his work, and gave Lethium two more presents with the set. "Take this Lethium.. Your father wanted me to craft this for him, but I think you should have it now." He gave Lethium a beautifully crafted sword, red engravings in the middle, a truly magnificent work. He gave Lethium another present, one from the blacksmith himself. "This is a family heirloom.. I want you to have it.. Bring honor to your family, as well as mine!" He gave him a shield with a Lordaeron crest engraved on the front. Lethium couldn't possibly imagine how he was going to thank the blacksmith. He told Lethium not to worry, but bring honor to his family, and to his as well, to show the world that a child who worked on a farm could become strong. He nodded toward the blacksmith, excited, happy, and thankful. He equipped the armor, being light and seemingly durable too. He held the sword, slicing the air, light and with a powerful force behind it. He noticed the shield to be a bit heavy, but it seemed to be able to take millions of hits before even getting a bit of rust. He left the blacksmith with a smile, and equipment that would help him do what he wished, to become powerful and to prove to the world he would become something.

Three years have passed since he left Westfall, and now he's in the Plaguelands with a Tauren named Maulbane. How he met Maulbane was during the harsh times in the Arathi Highlands, Lethium unprepared, the Tauren completely armed, not harming, but speaking to him. They slowly began to speak to each other comfortably, Lethium getting used to being around the Tauren, even for a short time. The thing that made them bond together so well was the conversation, and what he gave him. They spoke that they would become a statue in their own cultures, The Alliance and the Horde, and show that they can come to a mutual peace to help fend off the greater enemies at hand, and a gift from Maulbane. He gave him what Lethium believed was one of the greatest gifts he ever gotten from someone other than the Blacksmith, he was given a Devilsaur prize, something Maulbane explained to be one of the greatest catches he was able to get. He became friends with him and is now going on a dangerous adventure to help the Tauren reach his goals, to get ingredients for a recipe, but dangerous ingredients. He's going to fight alongside one of his best friends and make sure that they get through it together, whether the people in their path like it or not.