Raniero

Information

Player: Clovis

Character Full Name: Raniero Moretti

Character In-Game Name: Raniero

Nickname(s): 'Nero' (Short from of Raniero)

Association(s): The Alliance, Stormwind, Dalaran

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Hair: Often medium to long length, styled and dark.

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 215

Height: 6'1

Alignment: Neutral Good.

Appearance

Often goes for white or lightly colored robes or vestments. Likes to be mistaken for a priest or church goer.

Personality

A tad bit stir crazy, his prolonged visit to Dalaran resulted in all of his teenage years being spent inside that damn bubble, and fueled his desire to branch out and see as much of the world as possible - after finding an old friend. Since he didn't really have the best of (sane) role models or friends, he has developed some odd tendencies. Though social pressures force him to work through his oddities so he comes off as -mostly- normal, he is prone to vague, over-elaborate ways of thinking and odd ways of speech, often resulting in an inability to verbalize his ideas effectively, among other things. He tends to respond to criticism - Real or imagined - either by seeking immediate solitude or attempting to come off as too aggressive to challenge.

Dalaran didn't beat all of his old qualities out of him however. He is still fairly bookish and laid back. He does attempt to be social, but it's halfhearted and awkward. He's happier with just a small number of very close confidants - first degree family, a lover, and a close friend or two.

History

Raniero had a fairly simple life at first. His father and mother were both tailors, very loving and protective, though often having little time to dedicate to their son exclusively due to work. More often than not, Raniero spent his days and nights with his friend Rebecca, often entertaining her with simple magic tricks and card games, his favorite being Break 21 (Blackjack). The little ruffian was probably the first real friend he had ever had, and without a doubt his only female friend...not that she was the most feminine girl on the block. The shy, introverted boy spent his time playing cards, day dreaming, running around the streets of Stormwind, and spending time with Beccy.

He never really enjoyed running around and causing trouble with her, and his fondest memories of her was when they would just sit in the comfort of his home, play games and cards, talk, and act like normal children, not mindless street urchins. He probably never would've left her side...unfortunately, Before he had even turned ten, he had been accepted to be an apprentice to a Stormwind mage who his parents considered their best costumer. He assumed he'd be able to spend time with Rebecca in-between training, during the nights, but these illusions were shattered when his master decided it was time pack up and go to Dalaran. A reluctant goodbye with promises of exchanged letters as often as possible followed.

Raniero's time in Dalaran until the Scourge attack was uneventful. His training went by at the same speed as all the other apprentices his age. He spent much more time reading about magic rather than actually doing it, at least in the early years. His first true try at casting a complete spell - Namely, a 'Frost Nova', was under his master's supervision and easily one of the most terrifying and empowering experiences of his young life. All the Frost Nova's in the world weren't about to save him from seeing what was about to happen next in the grand scheme of things.

When the scourge hit Dalaran, they hit hard. Raniero saw more than enough of his fellow peers run into the thick of things with their god complexes. Raniero was more than happy to follow them to their deaths, if not for the intervention of his own master. He and his master survived by the skin of their teeth. Raniero wallowed in sadness at the thought of becoming homeless. His spirits were only slightly lifted after the ruins were reclaimed. Life became even more tedious and uneventful.

Prone to fantasy, Raniero spent what little free time he had working out, trying many exercises practicing with various weapons, and learning to play the Mandolin. He longed to be the buff, rugged, savvy Hero with irresistible charm. His fascination with tales of warriors was short lived, his work outs kept him in decent shape to counteract a terrible diet, but just barely, and his skill with swords earned him nothing more than a fair share of childhood injuries and scars. His practice with the Mandolin did have some small success however. He was being peer pressured by a friend to take up percussion, but it just wasn't quite his thing. The guitar was severely overrated, but the Mandolin, as the young mage would later put it, was "A man's instrument", and probably the most calming, relaxing past time he had in the hectic life of being a mage.

Raniero was left in the dust in fields like Illusion, Enchanting, Transmutation, ect... but where Raniero did excel at was Evocation, and while certainly not being top of the class when compared to other apprentices in Dalaran - little brown nosers that they were - he was decent enough to satisfy his master overall, and sported enough rationale and self control to not let those fire blasts and frost nova's get the better of him. Overall, his pastimes have been varied enough to say he had an 'enriching' life in Dalaran. Barely.

Music, exercise, learning magic, in the end, it was all just a giant distraction for him. Distracting him from the thought of his parents, and Rebecca. Dalaran's destruction did have the issue of resulting in a halt of the letters he got from his beloved parents and childhood friend however. All he had of them were the last few notes he had gotten from them before Dalaran's destruction, and no doubt the notes he had sent out in reply never reached their destinations considering the events that unfolded the day after he sent them out.

No doubt they thought he was dead. Perhaps they themselves were dead. It was an unsettling thought that he tried his best to block out. Once Dalaran was completed and rejoined the rest of the world - On the front door of the Lich King no less - Raniero decided to take what might be his last chance in a long while to go out and look for his lost friend and family. All he had to go by on their whereabouts was the old notes he had from them. His goal was clear. He would return to Stormwind and start his search, starting with a certain whiny brat...and good friend.