Sanot

Sanot Brycewind
Player	Thoradin
Gender	Male
Race	Human
Class	Warrior
Age	42
Height	6'4"
Weight	234 lbs,
Eyes	Dark blue
Hair	Groomed and black, with a full beard and mustache.
Affilliation(s)	Wyrm Reavers
Occupation	Bounty Hunter
Relative(s)	N/A
Mentor(s)	N/A
Student(s)	N/A
Companion(s)	N/A
Status	Alive

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: He will most often wear a suit of chain, mixed with plate-mail. He has a belt with many different sized containers that hold just about everything from cigars to grenades. Think of it like Batman's equipment belt.

Other: He has a small backpack on at all times filled with all sorts of high-explosive toys and the like. Also to note, this man is armed to the teeth with the following; A hunting rifle and a sniper rifle hang on his back, and he has a pair of holstered revolvers strapped to each outer thigh, and he has a belt of ammunition for each gun strapped across his torso.

Personality

Alignment: True Neutral, he wont take sides unless he is paid to do so.

Eccentric and ready to earn some dough, Sanot is very outgoing. He'll strike up a conversation with just about anyone for any number of reasons, whether to insult or flirt he'll spare no moment. He can also be very calm and cautious depending on the type of job he is on. His skills have made him cocky, as he as only ever failed twice in his long career of being a Bounty Hunter.

Skills and Abilities: Proficient use with a gun, he is skilled mainly at sniping. He also knows how to mix the right raw ingredients to make the right high-yield explosives. Sanot is also a fast learner, able to train himself on the use of just about anything short of magic in a very short time.

History

Born in the city of Drisburg in Kul Tiras, Sanot grew up among many different races and professions. His father worked at the docks and his mother was a bar maid at one of the taverns in town, and he had upwards to eight siblings. When he was old enough he joined his father and brothers and worked with them at the docks for a good long time, most days were good. His father would teach him different sea shanties and such, tales of his early sea-life as a sailor. Sanots' teenage years were good, and then his father passed away from age.

To help pay for the house Sanot and two of his brothers signed on to different trade ships, while the remaining brothers got odd jobs around the port, including working the docks. Sanot opted to sail, the dock life was far to droll for him. He signed up onto a Stormwind Trade Ship named "The Queen Wrynn", she wasn't a pretty ship but she had faced the oceans dangers and survived to tell tales. Sanot found the sailors life to be a challenging, engaging, and fun ordeal.

This kept up for a good few years until Sanot eventually grew tired of sailing. Sure, you could see some cool things out on the ocean but seeing anything stranger than the occasional sea serpent, whale, or deserted island was just plain rare. No, Sanot just got tired of the ocean all together, to much water with nothing on top. This is why when 'The Queen Wrynn' made port at Southshore, Sanot left with his last pay and bought himself a rifle.

For the weeks to follow, Sanot was mainly teaching himself how to aim, hold, fire, and reload his new toy. It wasn't much, just a beat up bolt-action that needed to be cleaned after every few shots, but damn he loved it. It was then he realized the pro's of having such a weapon, robbery could mean quick coin. It didn't take him very long to find his way into a group of Bandits and joined them. Every caravan, every guard patrol, every wayward traveler. Sanot improved his accuracy and precision. Soon enough he was able to ditch that old rifle for a new bronze plated sniper rifle. He could literally see a person's ear hair as he would fire a round into their skull. It wasn't until a botched robbery, did he figure that the Bandit life was over for him.

The group halted a wagon with a lone guardsman driving it. They commanded that he open the wagon so they could see what was inside. Well, the unarmed guard complied and when he flung the doors open the Bandits realized their mistake as the guardsman dove to the ground. Seven other guardsmen with rifles open fired immiediatly on the group of bandits, killing half of them and wounding the others including Sanot.

Four years in the Lordaeron City dungeon taught him the error of his ways, he was released on good behavior. He collected his things and moved on, eventually selling most of the gear from his still imprisoned Bandit comrades in order to buy some thick and heavy armor. He took the next couple of weeks to train himself how to strap it on alone, how to walk in it, fight in it, and shoot in it. Before long it only took the man a month before it was like a second skin to him.

This is when Sanot headed to the Bounty Board, looking for a decent way to make a living. He set off, taking nearly every bounty that was nailed up onto the wooden board. He found the first of his marks, one Jeremiah Booke, hiding in a shed in the mountainside. All he needed to do was get him to walk out, and it was simple enough. Sanot hired an orphaned kid from a nearby village to deliver a letter to Mr. Booke. When the criminal scum opened the door and took the letter, he was dumb enough to read it in the doorway:

Mr. Booke,

It's a wonderful day to look up at the mountains, I like looking at the east. It's beautiful up there.

Booke looked east and saw something flash on the hillside, then a loud crack of thunder and it was all over. Sanot grabbed his things and went down to investigate his shot. It wasn't clean, but he got the kill. So he grabbed his bowie knife out and proceeded to cut the dead man's head off as proof. Jeremiah Booke was the first of many kills and bounties to fall to Sanot.

If we skip a few years we will find Sanot at a barricade somewhere just northwest of Brill. Here were among the last defenders of Lordaeron desperately holding their ground while an onslaught of fleeing civilians, injured soldiers, and scourge bum rushed the barricade. The defenders were told that no one was to get past, even friends or family. Bullets whirred past as Sanot stood coldly, firing his new revolvers into the crowd of undead and refugees.

Soon enough he grabbed a couple of grenades from his belt and threw them into the crowd. In a split second he noticed a familiar face. His youngest brother, Terry, was in the crowd. Time slowed down as the grenade plummeted down into the middle, just as Terry was assaulted by a geist. The grenade landed right next to Terry's head, as the geist went to chew on his neck the explosive went off sending body parts and shrapnel everywhere. Sanot couldn't hold back the tears, he'd just killed his baby brother. It wasn't long before the refugees and wounded soldiers were killed off and subsequently raised into the Traitor Prince's service. Most of the guardsmen started to flee, Sanot among them. He glanced back at the barricade just in time to see it and it's last pair of defenders smashed away by a hulking abomination.

Sanot kept running, he ran all the way to Brill and smoothly acquired a horse, by which I mean he savagely beat it's owner and stole it. He kept running until he made his way back to Hillsbrad and wandered in fear of the Scourge taking over the entire continent. Soon he made his way back to Southshore, discovering it to be just fine and he made he was to obtain passage back to Drisburg. Unfortunately, as the Captain of the ship explained to him, Drisburg had been destroyed by the Scourge. Sanot coldly thanked the man and left Southshore anyways, making his way south to Khaz Modan.

Sanot eventually broke down somewhere and had his moment of grief and sorrow. Everything he loved was almost certainly dead by now, he saw himself alone in a world that was crumbling. It took him a few hours to get himself moving again, where his resolve kicked up stronger than ever. He was going to survive, to keep his family name alive. After all, he was the last Brycewind. He went on his path, eventually arriving at the joint-controlled city of Menethil Harbor. His first stop was the local tavern, and from there he found his way. Bounty Boards, wanted posters, rumors of gold and valuables. He knew he was going to thrive for his family, and that he'd let nothing stop him, man or beast.

He kept up his bounty hunting days until just recently, when he came under the employment of the Argent Crusade. That is where we find Sanot Brycewind, in the plaguelands fighting for a cause that, for once, is not himself.