Pops

Information

Player: Reese777

Character Full Name: Patrick Gillford

Character In-Game Name: Pops

Nickname(s): Pops

Association(s): The Alliance, Stormwind City, Kirin Tor (Formerly)

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Age: 62

Sex: Male

Hair: Unruly and Black like Coal, only shinier.

Eyes: Pale Hazel

Weight: 189 lbs.

Height: 6'

Other: He also has his old mage robes and staff from his younger days.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance

Generally, a simple black or purple robe complete with a similarly colored pointed hat. The only things SUPER about his outfits are shoulders embedded with crystals. He would say that's where his “Mage Stuffs” are kept, possibly meaning his mana, even though that'd be a downright lie.

Personality

Pops is a man who kicks at cats (yes, he HAS kicked a druid,) and yells at children to get off his lawn. Well, he doesn't have a lawn, but you get the point. He is a gruff, brusque, and often grumpy individual. That's not to say he can't be cheerful, only it's rare. He often brightens (slightly, and grudgingly) when someone (yes, even children) appreciates his work, and he simply adores adventurers (NOT warlocks.) Perhaps they remind him of a time long gone where things he said made more sense and people he met were proud to call him “friend,” or at least “accomplice.”

And… he'll kill himself for admitting it, but he has an uncommon obsession with dragons and titans. He's never said why, but something about them both just fascinates him. Their ancient nature, probably. And the beautiful magical creations of the Titans. Upon seeing his first dragon, he ended up choking on his sandwich. He'll most likely drop on his knees and kowtow to any dragon or any titan, assuming he can find the courage to speak (his choking didn't stop from there) or even move. All in all, he's a man most would call jerk, struggling to find inner peace.

History

Patrick was born in a tent that barely passed for a home in the Wetlands. This was so because his parents shunned society for some unknown reason. They never told him, and they beat him if he asked. Indeed, his father would always say when something bad happened "I knew no good would come from them city folk." His early life was atrocious. First off, he was forced to work with his father or mother, hunting crocolisk or gathering herbs. Second, he got sick almost all the time. He barely bathed, barely received medical treatment, and barely had fun. How long did it take for him to run away, you may ask?

Not much. Just signs of magical power.

Not that he had anything against hunting crocolisk for life, but now that he cast his first spell (which, incidentally, made cooking the aforementioned crocolisk a whole lot easier,) he felt he needed to go. Plus, the adventure of it wouldn't hurt! And so, he made possibly one of the longest walking journeys ever. He met new people, SEMI-learned how to blend in with society, and generally had fun. Sure, he was poorer than the lowest thug of Stormwind City, but does all that really matter?

No, is the answer. At least, no WAS the answer until he GOT to Dalaran.

At least with living as an ingrate you got to kill a wild reptile with your bare hands, am I right? Education was awful. It was productive, but it was awful. Nevertheless, after an awfully long period that would only briefly be viewed in a montage, he was a fully fledged mage. Specifically, he was an arcane mage. And thus began his new life working for the Kirin Tor. This was at least better than sitting in a library all day. At least he got to see the world, right?

And what a world it was. Though perhaps his definition of "the world" is a little different from yours.

See, there was this girl. Usually that's how the story starts, but this time it's in the middle. Our young protagonist Partick (or Pops, as he was now called, for some odd reason,) thought this girl was both pretty and smart and perfect in every way, disregarding the fact he had only seen her from afar. His common sense was still a little rusty, give him a break. Back to the love story, he decided he'd only be a stalker if he didn't try and woo her. So he tried. He remembers it like it was yesterday. "Excuse me miss, I would like to present you with these flowers and offer you dinner and perhaps a happy marriage to be decided later." Yessir, he was a smooth talker, he was. Nevertheless, he won her. Apparently she thought lack of social skill was amusing, I don't know.

There was a problem, though.

This girl just happened to be from a family of known warlocks and suspected demon worshippers and conspirators. This wasn't much of a problem for an ignorant-of-classism troglodyte, but it was a HUGE problem for the Kirin Tor. And he had already upset some of the older fashioned members by furthering himself from his primitive past and taking up engineering. He was on thin ice, and he didn't care! Ah such love and passion was theirs! Such love and passion was NOT good enough for the mages, however. Mages who were proven a long time ago to be NOT above torture. Mages who brought said now helpless female in for brutal questioning. And they kind of... overdid it. She died. Oh, she told them, sure. She told them everything, and they were right.

But it wasn't enough for Pops. He washed his hands clean of the entire business. No more Kirin Tor, no more Dragon/Titan lore (He had become addicted to the stuff.) Just simple, neutral living. Clean living, he calls it.