Mevor

Information

Player: Cowssaymoo.

Character Full Name: Mevor Stoneshield.

Character Ingame Name: Mevor.

Nickname(s): Mev, Vo.

Associations: The Blood Pact aka Sin'Sholai, Forsaken.

Race: Undead Human.

Class: Warrior.

Age: 37

Sex: Male

Hair: Hair that almost reaches the shoulder, that is a Putrid Green.

Eyes: Glowing Yellow.

Weight: 182 Lbs.

Height: 6'1

Appearance

Many times he wears a simple torn and ragged leather vest and pants, with a nice red shirt, when he is dressed for combat, he wears leather gloves that show much of his nails and a mix-match of mail and plate.

Other: He wears a backpack under his cape,[that is if he has a cape on] and has attached to his backpack a small shield made out of stone, he takes it wherever he goes, but never uses it.

Personality

Mevor is a chap that tries to look on the bright side... although he is having considerable difficulty in doing that these days... he often has a facial expression that looks like a smile, he however puts a frown on his face whenever he enters a place that serves drinks for he misses the effects of a little alcohol on his tongue.

He does have an obvious hatred of the Agamand family [the ones at the Mills in Trisfal] often calling them fools and hopelessly vain, however this could merely be a way to keep his mind off the fact that he is now one of the dead, should he really think about it... Mevor would sulk, thinking of what opportunity's he would have had, should he have survived.

Quirks and Ect: Has a worm/fly/slug phobia, due to associating them with his first moments as a undead man... basically they bring back unpleasant memories. Slurs his words when he speaks after drinking in an act of being drunk.

History

Mevor was born in Brill to a couple consisting of a mother who worked as a tailor, and a father who unsuccessfully dabbled in alchemy...

He was very social when he was a little boy, and soon got very acquainted with nine other children, they often played make believe games such as Troll hunting... which consisted of some of them pretending to be soldiers, and the rest to be Trolls... they hit each other with sticks, and even sometimes stones... The games they played often ended with a few injuries and Mevor's father was asked for a few home-brewed healing remedy's... thankfully those were something his father was actually good at making.

When Mevor was ten and the first war had begun, he and his friends had pooled together a gold or two, doing chores for other villagers for a year or two, they had used that gold to hire a former sell-sword to teach them something about fighting. Towards the end of the second war, he and his close friends had enlisted, and after given much basic combat and a bit of advance training, he finally went to join the fight, however he spent most of his time in service, stationed in Lordaeron lands.

After the war ended and the Orcs were mostly round up, he and his surviving friends left and started a pest-killing service, [Such as wolfs harassing your herds? we'll take care of them, Gnolls snatched 'lil billy? we'll kill them and try to bring him back.] they traveled from village and town offering their services, the jobs were few, but luckily they had paid well.

In the period when the Scourge was marching to destroy Quel'Thalas he and his friends had been hired by the Agamand family to assist their Farmhands in defending their land. Mevor had found the fact the Farmhands were forced to stay appalling, he had however decided to stay with his friends and help defend the Mills, confident that help would arrive and the Scourge destroyed, however in the attack ended with all the inhabitants and workers slaughtered, he and his friends were slain as well and raised with many others to become slaves of the Lich King.

Ever since he and many others broke away from the clutches of the Lich King, he started to etch out a... unliving by becoming what he was in life, a sell-sword.