Roove

Information

Player: Drak

Character Full Name: Roove Frostcharmer

Character In-Game Name: Roove

Nickname(s): Do'rah'endal (Darksilver Slayer members call him this)

Association(s): Darksilver Slayers

Race: Sin'Dorei

Class: Magi

Age: 130

Sex: Male

Hair: Long and white, combed neatly. He has a small goatee growing from his chin.

Eyes: Dark Fel Green

Weight: 54kg

Height: 1,85m

Other: Roove, even though he is not the romantic type, has a pouch tied to his belt with roses which he will take and give to certain females. Sometimes it means he likes the girl, or he just feels like doing it. Also he has several scars on his chest, one scar runs down his chest, a straight line down that is, and another scar a little more to the right and on his back, a sword was impaled through him, and lastly a small one in the middle of his torso. But of course these can't always be seen, since he usually wears a shirt or robe.

Appearance

As long as it's comfortable and doesn't look silly, Roove will wear just about anything. But he prefers to wear light blue or white clothing the most.

Personality

Roove is a rather cocky Elf and picky about certain things. He's usually reading a book, wether it's walking and reading or sitting and reading, and as soon as he closes his book it will mean he's rather interested in what's happening, or he thinks he won't be able to finish untill he's settled what ever's preventing him from reading. He is also the type of Elf that prefers to stay clean and out of fights, letting someone else settle it for him instead or talk his way out of things. If one would want to get on his badside, the easiest way would be to make his clothes dirty or rip them/cut them with sharp weapons, etc. Calling him childish names also annoys him sometimes.

Because of his love of ice, when he -has- to fight he'll most likely freeze his oponent to prevent him/her from moving at first and then make sure it dies a cold, painfull death. Or he'll fight if he knows he'll gain something from it, he's not the kind, generous type all the time, or rather, he's rarely the good and generous type.

History

Roove does not have the most fascinating or interesting past, but he was the son of a Magi and Alchemyst, born and raised in Quel'Thalas like most of his kind. He spend most of his time helping his mother brew potions, and when he wasn't helping her he was reading books, he loved books, to this day he can be seen absorbed in reading a book. When ever his father wasn't busy he would teach his son the basics of the Magi, seeing as Roove was fascinated by every Magi he sees, and he (Roove) decided he would become one himself one day.

As time went on, and Roove grew older, he helped his mother less and studied more and more. When he was bored he would pull small pranks on others, liking the trouble making feeling. His parents would scold and punish him if he was caught and if it was a big prank, but when it was a small harmless prank his mother would usually giggle and his father ignore it, shaking his head.

When the day of the Siege came, Roove could hear the screams, the howls, the cries and the mayhem that was happening outside. At first Roove was too scared to move, he was sitting on his chair in his favourite reading spot at home, clinging onto his book in fear. A loud 'thump' sound next to the wall gave Roove a small push of energy and he jumped up and stormed out as fast as his terryfied legs could carry him, only to meet something he would normally see in nightmares outside of his house. For a moment Roove just stood there, staring with wide eyes, but as soon as he saw moment he gained the same bolt of energy and ran for his life.

Seeking cover in a sort of pit he made himself once, where he would plan pranks and hide from everyone else, when he reached it he sat there, waiting, not coming out for a few days just to be sure. He was shocked when he came out of his little pit to find his playground of a city in ruines. Two hours was spend wandering around only to find corpses, both Elven and Scourge, and no sign of life. Was he alone? He thought so. Roove tried to live on, eating some scraps here and there or plants, but he kept feeling ill everytime he ate. And just as he thought he would die, something happened which he least expected. As he layed on the grass he saw a shadowy figure over him, the sun was shining in his eyes, and before you could say "Whipnutz" he was picked up by the shadow, and it came clear to him, that it was his very own father!

Joy overcame Roove as he was reunited with his father, but as happy as he was he soon learned his mother did not make it. He promised he would keep the pranks to a minimum and he spend his time reading books again. His father quickly noticed his interest in the Arcane arts and starts tutoring Roove. As hard as it was, Roove enjoyed every lesson, he even kept nagging his father to teach him more of the Frozen arts. His father eventually gave in and focused mainly on teaching Roove about Frost, and at others a little Fire and Arcane.

As Rooven matured, his skill in the frozen art increased. He moved into the city of Silvermoon with his father, and once settled he began reading books in his spare time again. Eventually he stumbled upon an Elf named Ghardiak who asked him to join the Darksilver Slayers, it seemed strange but the idea and goals interested Roove, so he joined. But to his surprise it wasn't as he hoped. At first he thought him and Ghardiak were getting along great, but soon his (Ghardiak's) ways angered Roove too much, lying to him was one thing, but to use the student Roove just recieved as bait just to gain something was taking it too far. So Roove challenged Ghardiak to a fight, he explained to the Cocky Ghardiak that he kept holding back in the past, which gave him his scars, and that he would kill him now. Of course Ghardiak didn't think so, and as he tried to attack Roove he soon found himself an a spiky trap with only "You're not fit to lead" as the last words he'd ever hear. Death, came next, and Roove walked away the new leader of the Darksilver Slayers.