Varlok

Information

Character Full Name: Varlok the Jester (Legally changed name.)

Character In-Game Name: Varlok

Nickname(s): Locks, "Vally".

Association(s): Previous employment within the Darkmoon Faire.

Race: Troll

Class: Rogue.

Age: 28.

Sex: Female.

Hair: Bright red.

Eyes: Fiery Orange.

Weight: 205

Height: 7'1

Other: Betraying her heritage, she's taken extensive speech lessons, and has since, with filed down tusks, grown out of her stereotypical accents. She has a wide range of vocal imitations.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. While she is wary of the Alliance/Horde differences, and will hold herself back from making any real damage to this supposed balance, this doesn't stop her from being vividly interested in the races of the Alliance.

Appearance

Usually, her armor consists of bright, comical colors, often mis-matched or clashing. She'll sometimes wear matching clothes, sure, but half the time she rather enjoys having the appearance of a Jester.

Personality

Mischevious, Scheming, in good humor. Everything in life is a joke to her, and everything is taken in good light (or so it would seem.) Rarely does she seem upset, always cracking a wise joke, quick to make the *Ba-dum-tsh!* worthy remark. Her features often display her mood, and when she really is a sad clown, morbid tendancies often arise. Even while in her jolly funny mood, she is quite morbid..

History

Much like other trolls of the Kalimdor persuasion, Varlok was born on the Eastern shores, quite near what is now Durotar.

During a raging storm.

In a waterlogged cavern just off the southern coast of Durotar, specifically along the coast of what is now "The Barrrens" which has ikely caved in by now, Varlok was born half submersed in water, and shortly after being cradled in strong arms of a well-worked mother and rugged trapper of a father, cushioned in turqoise and sky blue skins from the winds that howled at the mouth.

After this storm, which had raged on for two days straight, the small family moved out of the cave, and made a hasty retreat back to a nearby village (which one can only assume was hospitable) in order to recoup, and find their troup.

Why, yes! This lucky little girl was born right into the profession of being a carnie. Though she was raised to try and be a respectful troll, by the time she was dubbed 'teenager' she had been well immersed in the wondrous life that was a Carnival worker. Her father, being an animal tamer/trapper, and her mother, a weight lifter, had been a contradicting mix of worried and oh-so-proud when their little girl began preforming all sorts of tricks.

By the time she had gotten a good grasp on her Illusion-casting abilities, she was most quick to decide to leave the troup, and try to make her way as a street preformer. What could her parents do, but support her?

"Good luck, d'ere!" they said.

"We be missin' you alredeh, babe!" They said.

With her flash power, box of bending (intended for locking and then later escaping), and a few stolen tomes from the local Carnie mage, she was off into the vast world, un-knowing of what would come to her. Over the recent years, up to her current point, a series of under-handed jobs and the like have earned her quite a few strange tomes and items.. Most of which present a fairly unique skill entwined with them! Now wielding these items, she is little known, but known nevertheless, as "Varlok the Jester - Illusionist by Trick, Trickster by Trade."

Orb of Deception : This was one of the first items she had ever attained that was added officially to her preformance. During her early days in the way of Thievery/Mercenary work/General no-goodery, she had rifled through a series of sealed crates (promptly un-sealed by a crowbar, 'course.) containing strange artifacts stolen from the home of a mage whom she had taken part in slaying as part of a job. Among other totems and trinkets, much to her delight, this one did more than just glow! When she found herself about half her own size, with pale skin and a dwarvish figure, of course she nabbed it. She left a simple leather ball in it's place, buried down beneath the hay. She fully well intended to be long gone before they knew it was missing, as she was one of the only people down below deck that night.

Time-Lost Figurine : This little pretty was also a stolen artifact, gained through artifacts from far-away lands that had been sealed in crates and, whilst being shipped to Silvermoon to be placed up as attractions to their glorious city, had been nabbed! Generally, the group she was with at the time wasn't one to steal from the Horde. But in this case, it was dog-eat-dog. And when the dogs they were after fetched a nice little price on the market, the hunt was indeed on. As she normally had, Vorlok had generally insisted (complete with an almost solid week of begging) to be put on Inventory status, making sure everything was there and safe. Of course, as usual, this was only a ruse so she may get close and take her pick of the litter. As before, she found something that she absolutely must have, and took it, vanishing without a trace. (At the time, she had been going under an alias named 'Venrata'.) A prompt cutting of the hair and dying was required to make sure she was safe. (Though she very well isn't still.) This was her most recent item aquired.

NoggenFogger Elixir : Now, who could ever forget this? While not an official item, this is an every-day neccesity. After reaching her exploration down to the Thousand needles, it wasn't long before she'd found her way down to the Shimmering Flats. Races, races, races!

"Where mighteth I be finding more of you certain little creatures, den?" she had inquired, tugging insistingly at a Goblin ear.

..Safe to say, he didn't like that very much.

"South, to Gadgetzan! Now leave me alone, you crazy witch!"

South, ho!

Upon reaching Gadgetzan, much to her squealing delight, it was full of those delightfully grumpy money-grubbers! One especially, however, Mirren, she took interest in as he explained his proposition to the troll. Not one to turn down a deal often, she hastily accepted, and went about to do his thirsty deeds.

Although it took about a month to complete, she did eventually return with the final concoction.

"Ah-Ah!" She exclaimed, holding it just out of his reach whilst waggling a finger at him. "Only if you promise to enlighten me in these ways of payment, or supply me with these wonderful things, should it not kill you first. I worked hard for dems, dear!"

"..Right. Half a gold for a case, what do you say?"

"It be a deal."

The rest was a tiny, slow-falling skeletal history in the process.