Valous

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Player: dannyhero

Character Full Name: Valous Marin Krieg

Character In-Game Name: Valous

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Alliance

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 43

Sex: Male

Hair: Graying black

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 195

Height: 6'1"

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance

Black plate armor.

Personality

He's from Gilneas, so to say superiority complex is going with out saying, but it's more personal then national, it's the whole reason he joined the Alliance during the second war, he wanted to prove how much better he was then the puny men of the other Alliance nations. He likes wine, women and war, a violent man with a violent past, Valous is of noble birth and honors it, a knightly composure and code that usually forces him to keep his word and finish what he starts.

Full of pride, he'd sooner fall on his sword then admit he's wrong. Sometimes regarded as snobbish and cruel, but he only feels that somethings, are acceptable in war, and others are not, and will never cross that certain line he's made. Time in Outland with the Alliance forces who went through the Dark Portal did help his appreciation for the other nations of man and other races, but he only views them -closer- to standard of good, yet still falling short. As well, he seems to enjoy music, and dance.

History

He was raised with a classical education in a lavish existence, Gilneas being one of the wealthier nations, his father a the head of the numbers of noble houses and his mother a trophy wife picked out of a tavern to replace his father's first wife, an heiress of some fortune, who died in child birth. He enjoyed riding horses and was often spending his time imaging himself as a great knight or hero, but his father dashed away most of his youthful hopes and shifted his mind to studying, which Valous excelled at rather well, riding many books on philosophy and science, warfare and poetry, nothing less then a classical education. This process of his father molding a son worth having took most of his life and had a great impact on his conduct, his father quite critical and prepared to point out faults and shame Valous into the behavior he wished.

Valous' mother wasn't much help as she often said little and was more there for his father's amusement then his well being, but he distinctly remembers he smile, it was a sorrowful grin, that often spoke more of her relationship with Valous' father then he would probably ever learn otherwise. Soon Valous was shaping into quite the man, he grew tall and proud, yet still apprehensive of his father's acceptance, his heart grew callous for some years, falling into a slight depression that he would never amount to gain the merit from his father he so desired, but due to his pride, and fear of what his father would think, he kept this sadness secret, rather taking out his angst in the form of competition, starting to participate in anything he could, be it archery, fencing, foot races, horse races, he didn't always win of course, and it often crippled his spirit, but not crushed it.

He grew to be a man, and took a wife, a beautiful woman, whom he did not love sadly, but to no fault of her's, she was quite the example of a lady. Looks, education, she was as him, the child of privilege, but he picked her, because he felt it would make his father happy. When the Alliance came knocking for troops, Valous was quick to offer himself to the cause, the young in age, but a man, he knew this was the moment to prove to his father, he was not a failure, he was not a boy, he would make him proud, he would prove himself wrong. So he traveled south with the Grand Alliance, armored in his families heirlooms and his own dreams, but the experience was no where near as romantic as he thought it would be, men's heads impaled on orcish spears, the ruins of Stormwind, decaying bodies in the streets, dead women, children, the houses burnt to the ground or reduced to rubble, it sickened him.

As they pushed the orcs back, he was with the few who fought through the orc's cursed gate into Draenor, and unfortunately became trapped on the otherside. Unknown to him, his father's failing health gave his wife charge of the estate, and she ended up having an affair with one of the workers while Valous was away, battling demons and orcs in the Hellish world of red. He would write letters to her every day, but often laughed at the foolishness of it, considering the mail could not reach her, amidst this, he still wrote, and keeps those letters to this day. He helped stacks the stones that would create Honor Hold, nail the boards, with all the other men and Dwarves, as they realized they would likely die there.

The life was much the same, violence, and violence, no trees, no water in the land, but he endured and the day the Alliance and Horde walked together through the reopened Portal, he dropped to his knees and gawked at the sight. Soon Alliance heroes from a "Third War" were speaking to him, saying the traitor Illidan was here and they were sent after him to slay him, and turn the tide of the Burning Legion. Valous could do little then laugh and agree, and join in this effort.

Even after the body of Illidan grew cold, and the forces of demons thinned, Valous stayed in Outland for a good time, he felt a certain attachment to the harsh world, and obliged to aid the forces he journeyed there with. Taking his things though, he found himself back in Azeroth, and when trying to re-enter his home, he was met with wolf-like men, whom he fought through, the howls of their fury keeping him awake as he journeyed through the now foreboding Silverpine Woods he remembered. Finally reaching the wall he say it, the wall, massive, and camps of refugees outside, he stayed with them and spoke of what trans versed over the years, after a month he lost hope and went south back to Stormwind and was at a loss until meeting another Gilnean, a certain High Lord of the Ebon Inquisition. Valous had little left to live for, so figured giving his life to purge humanity from the evil that plagued it was the next step of his life.