Raeon

Information

Player: Zunaj

Character Full Name: Raeon Dawnheart

Character In-Game Name: Raeon

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Citizen of Silvermoon, currently employed by Selena Silverflame.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Warrior(OOC class: paladin)

Age: 140

Sex: Male

Hair: Golden blonde. Usually kept clean, and neatly cut.

Eyes: Glowing green, like most blood elves.

Weight: 170ish?

Height: 6'2

Usual Garments

Raeon would previously be seen wearing the finest, most expensive clothes, made of exclusive fabric, and tailored by the best. Recently, though, his choice of attire has dropped quite a bit in price. While he still dresses in neatly tailored shirts and other clothes, he now dresses more or less like a blood elven commoner. He wears no jewelry.

When in armor, Raeon prefers to wear very light plate armor. The thin, light metal sacrifices some protection, in order to reduce weight, and increase mobility. His armor is well crafted, but is beginning to show signs of use, and somewhat reduced maintenance. He wields a plain sword, and carries a small, light shield.

Physical appearance

Raeon is a normally built, fit blood elf. He's well trained, and takes good care of himself. If one could get a glance of the skin behind his left air, one would see that a horrible, singed scar is going down from his hairline, and to his neck. Right next to it, is a small figure, resembling a butterfly, carved into his skin. He appears to be ashamed of these scars, and will usually prevent anyone from noticing.

Across Raeon's chest, the words "Traitorous Bunny" have been roughly carved into his skin. Like the scars on his head, he will not show this to anyone, voluntarily.

Personality

Raeon is polite, courteous, and well-mannered, typical for one who is born and raised into a wealthy, noble family. At the same time, he's completely missing the arrogance typical for such people, and his self-esteem is rather low. He's got a certain sense of loyalty, as well. He keeps his promises, and will rarely lie to, or betray others. Raeon is a patient man, and when provoked, often remains calm, and prefers to avoid open conflict. He rarely insults others, and if he does, he prefers using dry wit, and subtle sarcastic jokes, rather than rude words and coarse language.

His experience in social situations is limited, although he enjoys the company of others, particularly friends.

He also has a certain dislike for the Forsaken, due to certain unfortunate incidents. He doesn't hate them, but he feels uncomfortable near them, and will find it hard to befriend or like one of them.

=History

=The majority of Raeon's life was rather uneventful. He was born and raised in a rich family in Silvermoon, son of Raenas Dawnheart, a most successful merchant, dealing in all sorts of wares, inside and outside Quel'thalas. Raeon was Raenas' firstborn child, and his mother died of illness some time later. Raenas never found another woman, and so Raeon grew up as a lone child. Raeon was destined to inherit the Dawnheart Company from his father, and was taught the arts of sums, of finding good prices, and good materials. The arts of the merchant. He spent most his time learning, and helping his father, and had very little social interactions, outside of the rich and noble circles he was introduced to through his father.

From a very young age, Raeon dreamt of combat. He saw the guardians of Silvermoon, he saw the armies of Quel'thalas, he even saw mercenaries, selling their violent talents for gold and glory. The latter, he was told, were cruel, dishonourable and cowardly, but nevertheless, Raeon admired them. They lived their life by the sword, not by counting coins. After continously pestering his father with these dreams, Raeon was eventually granted a sword by his father, and a skilled teacher, if only to shut him up. Having few friends, he spent most of his free time in his father's courtyard, practicing, and learning from the old swordsman his father had hire to teach him.

Raeon had reached adulthood when the Scourge came to Quel'thalas, but he was still a relatively young man. He wanted to fight, and he begged his father for permission to stand along the defenders, against the unholy onslaught. His father, however, had no intention of letting his only heir die to the undead, and arranged for the two of them, along with his servants, to be evacuated outside the city, and to a more remote shelter in the elven lands, far from the war. Raeon remained here, safe from the terrible tragedy going on in Quel'thalas and Silvermoon, although the place felt more like a prisoner to him, than a shelter.

Raeon and his father returned to Silvermoon, as Grand Magister Rommath returned from Outland. With the magic Rommath had learned from Kael'thas, the city was retaken, and most of it was restored to its former glory. The Dawnheart Company flourished again, in the city, and Raeon resumed his life, both the work he did for his father, as well as his combat training.

Until Lor'themar Theron was murdered.

The elven regent's death caused Grand Magister Rommath to seize control of the city. The Hand of Rommath, and it's many agents, had taken a firm grip around the entire city.

Raeon was sceptical at first, at the circumstances around Lor'themar Theron's death, of Rommath, and the firm law enforcement now witnessed around the city. It did not take long, however, before Raeon's loyalty overcame his scepticism, and Rommath's propaganda had him charmed. Despite his father's warnings, he picked up his sword, and his shield, donned his armor, and went to fight against the rebellion, and to defend Rommath's cruel regime.

During the battles that took place in the city, magic was thrown in all directions, from both sides. Some spells strayed far from their target, flying into nothing, striking innocents, or causing great material damage. During a small conflic on the streets of Silvermoon, one such stray spell struck the Dawnheart estate. The building burst into fire, and collapsed. Raeon's father, and most of the company's assistants and servants, were stuck in the burning wreckage, and killed. With them, the majority of the company's wealth, along with most of Raeon's personal belongings, was burned to cinders. Raeon grieved at the loss of his father, but remained firm in his cause, fighting against the increasingly powerful rebels.

When the forces of the rebellion went to destroy Rommath, Raeon had joined up with the defenders, hoping to make a last stand. He was locked in combat with a skilled female fighter, when the armies rushed by, and as the attack pressed into the Sunfury Spire, the woman was forced to go with them, and left Raeon alive. Foolish as he were, he pursued the forces. And as he stood by the wrecked gates to the spire, he encountered two Forsaken, presumably standing guard outside. Raeon felt more than confident that he could take out two rotten undead, and engage. The fight initially went his way, giving him some confidence, but he was eventually knocked out by a blunt blow to the head.

When he managed to regain a certain level of concience, he found himself tied up, lying on the stony floor of the Court of the Sun. He heard distant shouts, celebrating Rommath's demise, and above him, the undead warriors were arguing something with an armored elf... And the world went black.

When he woke again, he found himself stripped down to his undergarments, tied with ropes to some sort of stone construction. He was no longer in Silvermoon, judging by the chilly air, gray stone buildings, and the scent of death lying heavily in the air. Standing above him were the undead he had been beaten by, as well as others of their brethren. Behind them, he could make out the battle armor of the female elf he had fought previously. What was she doing here..?

The forsaken in the white shirt was talking, but Raeon heard only a distant mumbling. As he focused, he could barely make out the words "Now, let's have ourselves some fun, little bunny...", as the forsaken leaned down, with a twisted grin, holding a dagger. The dagger made contact with the skin behind Raeon's ear, and the Ruins of Lordaeron were filled by an agonized howl.

"Stop." the elven lady said, stepping forth. "Don't you think that's quite enough?" she asked, as the undead torturers turned to face her. "I'm taking him back to Silvermoon now." Raeon leaned back against the pillar, breathing out in relief, as they argued. His body was trembling, and while the pain of the dagger had faded, the cuts still burned, blurring his teary eyes, making it hard to think. Someone cut the ropes, and he was aided to his feet, and supported outside. There, his gear was waiting for him, as well as the woman. They stared at each other for a moment, him trembling from the pain, and the cold. "Th-thanks..." he said, putting on his shirt. The cloth stung against the fresh cuts on his chest, but he ignored it. He had to cover it up.

Having put on the rest of his clothes, he was ready to follow the woman, and be arrested for supporting Rommath's fallen regime. However, as he approached her, the woman merely stepped forward, giving him a light hug. "Go. Get away, and behave yourself." she said, and left him there.

He'd been given a new chance, and he wasn't going to waste it.

Following the loss of his belongings, and the Dawnheart company, Raeon decided to take up the sword, professionally. He took a job, a well paid job protecting a tailor shop. There had been some threats against the owner, and some mysterious break-ins, so the owner paid him handsomely to stand guard while the shop was in business.

And this... Is where he is now.