Liviu

Information

Player: Taje

Character Full Name: Liviu

Character In-Game Name: Liviu

Nicknames: N/a

Associations: The Exodar

Race: Draenei

Class: Warrior (Blacksmith/Miner)

Age: Never kept track of it.

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, Ponytail.

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 375

Height: 7'8

Alignment: Chaotic Good, for the most part. Liviu is not afraid to set aside -certain- rules in the good aligned mantra when dealing with people he feels are not trustworthy or twisted. When push comes to shove, he'll do what he has to do to get things done, so long as it doesn't betray his own moral code.

Appearance

Some people enjoy the feel of silk or wool or fine leathers against their flesh. Liviu would fall asleep wearing his armor if it wasn't so uncomfortable. He loves to forge his own. To him, armor made by anyone else has too many problems - maybe it's too tight, too loose. Maybe it feels too uncomfortable or has too many weaknesses. Hell, if Liviu had to choose between his own armor or armor crafted by a god, He'd choose his own purely for mental and physical comfort. Chainmail when speed and dexterity is needed, Platemail all other times. He feels emotionally safe inside a big burly plate armor set.

Personality

He finds solace in a hard days work - mining, smelting, forging materials, weapon practice, and just working his frustrations out of himself. If he doesn't have some sort of outlet, he can become jaded very quickly. He does express a naive interest in the life and culture of other races, and likes to get absorbed in anything he can, either it be simply touring a city or prodding a civilian with questions. The light is critical in his life. While he may be young by his races standards, he was touched by the Naaru just like any other Draenei. Without their presence, Liviu would probably be batshit crazy by now - along with the rest of the Draenei.

History

Liviu was born into the same "Legion's coming. Time to get the hell out of here!" lifestyle that all Draenei have grown used to, regardless of their age. He received a fairly basic education before branching off and dedicating his time to less bookwormish pursuits...namely training with heavy weapons, starting up an apprenticeship with a blacksmith from within his family, and skull bashing random objects for his own amusement. Hopping from planet to planet, his life was fairly mundane. You would think he'd of seen many exotic places and met any interesting people, but at best he learned different fighting styles which he only partly memorizes and worked with exotic metals which he used for forging basic tools, his teacher never letting the growing boy touch sword smithing or armor smithing. Liviu was pretty thick skinned and tried to keep a chin up when times got rough. When death did rear its ugly head, he mourned like all the others. Time doesn't really heal wounds, sadly. They just scar up. Liviu, upbeat or otherwise, knows that when shit hits the fan, it's probably not going to end well, at all. Overall, Liviu hardly ever bothered to remember the various worlds he's been to. Except one. Draenor. Why did things have to go so wrong?

Faster than a smiths hammer could bend metals into shape, Liviu lost almost all of his friends and family in the ensuing panic. He got to test out his blade skills sooner than he planned to, and was lucky to have come out of the experience alive. Overnight Liviu was able to tag some more races onto his "Kill on Sight" list. Damn Green Skinned mongrels. Damn everything. It drained him, and by the time The Exodar had crashed on Azeroth, Liviu wasn't sure if he should be hopeful, or should curl up into the fetal position and cry.

He recovered, at least for the most part. What makes Azeroth different than all the other worlds is that they've fought back the Legion in the past, and won. Granted, it was a close one. Never before has a planet had so much potential for success and self destruction. Liviu got a hold of his smithing hammer and warblade, and decided that during his time on Azeroth, he'd do what he always did - perfect his trade, train, and prepare for the day when the Draenei, and their new allies and enemies, make the last stand against the legion.