Matheroteral

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Player: Adam255

Character Full Name: Matheroteral Sunrage.

Character In-Game Name: Matheroteral.

Nickname(s): Math.

Association(s): Himself. (Formerly) Silvermoon Rangers.

Race: Blood Elf.

Class: Hunter. (Ranger ICly)

Skills and Abilities: Math is a tactician, an ambusher and above all a very cold man. He mostly disregards Melee weaponry, though keeps a small knife on him just in case. The man strikes from afar using the rifle he got long ago, and is able to use some Arcane energies to empower his shots.

Arcane Shot: Imbues the bullet with Arcane energies, causing it to deliver a much stronger impact.

Quick Reload: Carrying a Bolt-action rifle, Math has learned to reload shot after shot in split second timing.

Lungs of steel: Being a sniper isn't easy. Sometimes you need to hold your breath for a long time to take the proper shot. Math's lung capacity has increased quite well over his training and life.

Survivalist: Knows basic survival skills. (Cooking, Skinning.)

Basic Engineer: Knows how to maintain/fix/upgrade (Minor) his rifle, along with make bullets. No more than that.

Age: 830

Sex: Male.

Hair: Black, long and held in a tight knot behind his head.

Eyes: Fel green.

Weight: 155 Lbs.

Height: 6'1".

Usual Garments/Armor: Light leather armor when on duty and missions, casual, loose clothing when on spare time.

Other: Red tattoos flow over the man's chest, shoulders and upper arms. The tattoos seem to look like waves in a calm sea, despite being red in color.

Alignment: Neutral.

Personality: Calm, calculated and a work-above-all type of man, Math is uneasy with trusting almost anyone. He is willing to give a smile, or act polite, but is also willing to kill a person dear to him on command. The man will never kill without a reason, honorable in his own way. Matheroteral seems to have no concious what-so-ever, killing one dear to him if he sees the need to it and never looking back or regretting the act.

His view on the races of Azeroth is the same; 'You can be my friend, you can be my wife, but the moment you betray me, I will fire a bullet straight into your skull without hesitation'. While being attracted to his own kind naturally, causing him to trust them more than anyone else, he will still execute one of his own if needed. "A good mask, and a plan to kill everyone around you is what you need to survive in this world." Is the man's motto.

History: Born in quite an early time, Math came into his life with only one parent, his mother. The woman lived in Silvermoon in a calm district, being a middle-class citizen and not having too much issues when it comes to money, she led a rather peaceful life. There was no sign of his father and Matheroteral didn't even know he had one in his early years. Math grew up mostly at home and mostly alone, as his mother had an important job to pick up once she's given birth. Serlate was her name, and she was a ranger of Silvermoon. The woman worked during the day and helped her son grow and develop during the evening, which was quite a rough lifestyle, but she swore to herself that she will do it for the sake of raising a healthy boy. Math was happy, though he wasn't the social type, as one would say. There were other children his age but he never got along with any, instead choosing to stay home and spend time with his mother.

Not plenty of things happened as the two continued to live their quiet life in Silvermoon, Math growing to be a well-mannered young man at the age of eighteen when he finally seemed to notice an oddity in his life. He noticed the other kids his age had two parents, a father and a mother, while he had only his mother. Once his mother returned home after a long day at work, Math asked her the question. Why wouldn't he have a father? It's quite odd. His mother's expression darkened a bit as the question landed heavily and unexpectedly, followed by a few moments of silence on his mother's side. Serlate dropped her armored body onto the small couch that sat in their living room, sighging heavily. "Dear... Your father died long ago... We didn't even marry." She finally comes out with it. "During my pregnancy was when he died." She adds to her sorrowful words, causing Math's expression to turn grim and rather depressed in just a blink.

It probably wouldn't have been something easy to handle if Math knew his father, but he didn't. The man didn't feel any feelings of loss or sadness, just shock and worry for his mother. After the talk they had of it Math's mother told him all about his father, being a cleric of Silvermoon before he died because of a simple accident. He was walking through the woods of Quel'thalas, stopping by a large waterfall, and was charged by one of the other clerics as a joke, but he jumped in surprise, causing the man to go flying over the edge of the waterfall. He smashed open his skull and no magic could heal him, or at least bring him to a full state of conciousness. The two continued on with their day, though obviously being ruined by their talk about Math's father.

The days continued along, and now that Math was a man, he began looking into finding a profession. What better teacher would there be if not the person he spent his entire life with, his mother. Serlate was happy to teach her son and even got him into the recruit and training section of the Silvermoon Rangers. While there, Math recieved a crossbow to work with, and so his training began. He devoted himself almost entirely to the training, while still helping his mother in the house when he was free, and after a few short years Math mastered the crossbow, along with becoming one of the rangers of Silvermoon. While training, Math saw a few recruits training with rifles, which caught his attention quite easily. He was fascinated by the technology and chose to ask for one after his training was complete.

His wish was granted and Math got a wooden rifle of his own. It was quite simple, but he was overjoyed and quickly began training with it on his free time, leaving him no time to help his mother. While his mother needed the help, she prefered Math trains more and was quite happy for him to be taking so much interest in being a ranger like her. More and more years passed and Math grew older and more experienced with his rifle, taking up the skill of maintaining and upgrading his it along the way. He added more and more parts to the rifle. A scope, better parts, as well as learning to design bullets of his own, until he was finally happy with his rifle. His mother assisted in any way she could, and was overjoyed that her son took interest in her own profession.

Years upon years passed in silence and calm times as the man and his mother worked side by side in the rangers of Silvermoon, though Math's particular branch of work revolved more around scouting missions and 'hits'. He learned how to survive out in the wilds to a basic level, getting his own food and shelter while he waited for his objective to be complete. He sometimes spent weeks out in the wilds, waiting for something to happen. It was a nice life, but it was about to be interrupted. Him and his mother were given an assasination mission in order to take down a group of bandits that were causing problems. The two set camp in a high mountain over the base of operations of that bandit gang and waited for the right opportunity. They were oblivious to what had happened, being hidden in a corner of Quel'thalas, but as they were waiting for the right time, Arthas and his scourge came rampaging through Quel'Thalas and Silvermoon, destroying everything in their wake.

The two scored the hit on the commander of the gang and prepared their things to head back to their beloved city, but it was too late. They came only to see their city in ruins, millions dead and the gruesome sight of the stray scourge that were left behind. They quickly ran, not wanting to die at all, they bolted towards the woods where they set up camp once more and lived in terror for quite a while. They didn't know what to do, who to go to, but they were utterly greatful that they still had one another. Days soon turned into weeks, weeks turned to months as the two sat idle in their camp, waiting for salvation of any kind. While the two didn't seem to take much notice to it at first, the feeling soon started to be more than they could ignore. The hunger ripping at their souls from the Sunwell's erruption. Both arcane-users, to some extent, the two felt a horrendous need for something. They didn't know what happened, but it was the most horrible feeling either one of them could imagine.

The two managed to hold out a year or so in their camp before almost giving in. The hunger was insane and almost unbareable at this point. They thought it was the end, lied down and simply awaited their death after saying their final words to one another, but that wasn't the case. Two Blood Elves stumbled across their camp, carrying small fel-crystals on them. They found the two and quickly rushed to their aid, explaining them what happened, and how the fel-crystals help them overcome the terrible hunger. The two were 'fed' with the fel energies and returned to Silvermoon after collecting their belongings.

They returned to Silvermoon and were simply shocked from the terrible state of the city, but soon began working to repair it. They spent the rest of their days in Silvermoon, and even managed to get a new house, though equally as small as the older one. Math's mother, being quite old at this point, chose to retire from her work though he chose otherwise. He offered his services to the Farstriders, but quickly withdrew the offer as he realized what he really wanted to do. Math stood strong, despite the events of his life, and set out to the dead scar where one by one he would begin to shoot down the Scourge occupying it. He made a modest sum of money as thanks from the Farstriders, but never quite worked with them officially. He became a strong and rather cold man as a few more years passed, the world changing and shifting. Though, as the expedition in Northrend with the Argent Crusade began, Math's mother passed away from old age, being roughly two-thousand years of age at this point.

Math was shattered, the only person he felt comfortable around all his life was gone, but he had to press on. He took her old Silvermoon Ranger signet and wore it on himself, packed his things and left Silvermoon to live out in the wilds of Quel'Thalas. He continued to practice his marksmanship, his survival skills and his minor engineering abilities, soon becaming nothing short of a heartless man. He couldn't feel a thing. He was numb.

Arthas, the lich king, was defeated but that didn't affect Math in any way. He continued his life, shooting soulless zombies right in the skull without a blink, and the occasional elf who was quite a threat to him. He felt nothing.