Greyer the Rogue

Name: Greyer Merritt Lyall
Title: N/A
Nickname(s): Grey
Age: 28 mortal years
Gender: Male
Height: 5 ft. 11 in. (human), 6ft. 6in. (worgen)
Weight: 179 lbs. (human), 190 lbs. (worgen)
Skin: Pale/Fair
Hair/Pelt: Brown, Grey
Eyes: Blue/Gray
Concept Date: October 7, 2009
Birthdate: October -2
Birthplace: Gilneas, Eastern Kingdoms
Faction: Alliance
Race: Human/Worgen
Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Guild: ---
Allies: Tyrinos, Lukka, Ealenia, Yurriot
Family: Lloyd (father-deceased), Farran & Faolan (older twin brothers-deceased), Conri (mother-deceased)
Weapons: 1h daggers, 1h swords
Pet(s): None
Occupation: Leatherworker, Skinner
Hobbies: Cooking, camping

Known Favorites: Squirrels, rabbits, hunting, rain, digging
Known Dislikes: Fear, too much sun

Character in 3 Words: Analytical, Feral, Loner.

History: Greyer, when he was simply human, was a typical townsman - stern, solemn, and a good citizen (he was also quite a flirt in his younger years according to some of his lady friends). He was born and raised in Gilneas to Lloyd and Conri Lyall whose family tradition consisted of leatherworking. From the age of five, Greyer learnt the family trade well, studying receipts and mimicking the business quirks of his father. However, as the youngest Lyall began to mature, Greyer discovered that he would not inherit the Tannery like his mother had always said; instead, Faolan, as the first-born, would run it and trust his younger brothers to uphold the business' quality. Tired of being measured up to his older siblings and expected to do just as his parents and grandparents had done before him, Greyer decided at the age of ten to take a different path and make a name for himself. To name a few ventures, he worked as: an errand boy and messenger, a scribe's aid, and a tailor's assistant. His childhood dream was to become a well-known explorer, and all throughout his youth he read old historic records from before the Wall was built and acquainted himself with the surviving kingdom veterans. While leatherworking was the often the last thing he wanted to think about, he would soon realize that returning to his roots and accepting things as they are would be crucial to his survival in the events to come.

In the winter of the year 20, Farran became the first in the family to be afflicted by the Curse after attempting to find a cure for those who had been affected - an uncooperative test subject took a rather hefty bite out of his arm. In turn, he infected Faolan and their father, catching them both unaware as they left the house one evening to purchase more supplies. Conri could only watch in fear as an 18-year-old Greyer did his best to protect her on countless occasions against the frightful creatures her husband and sons became practically overnight; their transformations became more and more unpredictable once the Lyall Patriarch fully realized his youngest son's refusal to help the family business. Distrusted and unstable, the three Lyall men sought refuge in an elderly alchemist's shoppe after Greyer had sent them away, making them realize that Conri would be kept safe within the Tannery in their absence. In return for leather goods and decorated flasks, the alchemist struck a deal to allow Faolan, Farran, and Lloyd to stay while he concocted a batch of elixirs that would at least slow the Curse's acceleration.

What the Lyall patriarch did not expect was a visit from his business competitor, Jack "All-Trades" Derrington, the kingdom's profession specialist. He offered the alchemist a flask which, he promised, would eliminate the transformations completely. Believing the liquid to be the key to curing the Lyalls and getting them out of his alchemy lab, the alchemist paid a hefty amount and sent the visitor on his way. Delighted with the purchase, Lloyd, Faolan, and Farran eagerly drank up every last drop. Within the hour, the three men were poisoned; and the alchemist was charged of murder, forced to close his shop.

A decade had passed, leaving Conri and Greyer simply secure within the world they knew - the dwindling dirt paths to and from the City and the few acquaintances that allowed the duo to survive. What little news of "Worgen" infestations that reached their door never caused a wave of worry until a decade later. Greyer, now a 28-year-old recruit soldier of Gilneas, had been running messages to and from the battlefront. He had been on his way home - to check up on his mother - when a large, hairy creature ambushed him. Knocked to the ground, Greyer successfully shot the beast but failed to fully realize the curse's doing after receiving a bite in his neck. Conri, recognizing the shape of the wound on her son's neck, fled the Tannery while Greyer slept. She attempted to flee the walled kingdom without success, and her body eventually washed up along the coasts of the Hayward Fishery. Distraught, Greyer fled to the only person he could trust, his childhood friend, Ata. While attempting to console him, his emotions gave way to reveal his Worgen form. Shocked, he fled before she could do anything, before he unintentionally attacked her.

Since then, he has been attempting to avoid Gilnean society completely, sticking to the outskirts near the walls and the guarded gates, even appearing human if anyone happened to draw near. When whispers of the Alliance reached him, his curiosity grew, irking him to the point where he constantly spent all his energy trying to blend in with society so he could hear more about the events to come. The War with the Forsaken has drawn him to independently assassinate wayward Undead scouts or any other wary individual who unfortunately cross his path.

Years of learning to live with his new 'condition' has Greyer convinced that humanity is a curse itself. Restless and yearning for freedom from Gilneas, he wandered aimlessly from the Lyall Tannery to a makeshift camp near the East Gate. However, the camp and the Lyall Tannery were later destroyed by a group of Undead bandits and the rogue soldier had no choice but to evacuate with the rest of Gilneas' troops.

Personality: Greyer is a loner by nature, often seeking isolation when not in the company of his friend Spritzer or his newly-found pack mates. He is generally bitter and quiet, and always pleased to take information as it is, not sugar-coated or lightly-stated.

While many Gilneans still embrace their human side, Greyer has completely discarded it, choosing to remain in Worgen form as often as possible; shifting to his human form only when absolutely necessary. As a result, he has become feral, aggressive in nature. It is not unusual to see him prowling about for small creatures to skin and eat [raw].

Appearance: A tall, lanky worgen shakes his thick grey pelt out in the rain, sending droplets in every direction. His brilliant orange eyes flicker like sunbursts as he keenly focuses on anything or anyone within sight. Massive claws protrude from his digits, sharp and black as coal. His right canine tooth protrudes from his muzzle, one of his distinctive [canine] features. Refurbished leather pieces adorn his body; rugged patches garnish his torso, gloves (when worn), boots, and thighs with extra armor. Both of his ears are tattered and ragged having been bitten numerously by fleas.

A middle-aged man leans against the mailbox, his pale eyes fixed on something in the distance. His graying hair is unruly, wavy, and stands up in nearly all directions while his dark brown facial hair is neatly groomed around his mouth and chin. His armor is seemingly well-cared for, patched in places where they would've been worn and sewn together with leather cord where large tears have appeared. A large backpack sits at his feet, the canvas material is muddy and its copper buckles are discolored.

Quirks:

• His name was inspired by "Grayer" from the movie The Nanny Diaries.
• Greyer's family members all have names that relate to the Gray Wolf (Canis Lupis) and the Kingdom of Gilneas; Conri ("wolf king"), Lloyd ("gray"), Faolan ("little wolf") and Farran ("iron grey"). [source]
• His first D&D alignment test indicated he was Neutral; once his family dynamics and Warcraft class was applied to his personality, he became Chaotic Neutral. Once Cataclysm and the full understanding of the Worgen story hit, he advanced to Chaotic Evil... Nothing and no one can pin him down, or so he believes.
• Greyer's middle name, Merritt (as voted for by blog readers), is not just inspired by its meaning in Old English, but it was also the name of Thomas Kinkade's first daughter; the original poll was going to feature Kinkade's daughter's names (Merritt, Chandler, Winsor, and Everett) as choices.
• Ata is short for "Atalanta" which means "equal weight, balance," which lends to being Greyer's counterpart.
• An earlier draft of Greyer's character originally had DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder).
• Greyer's human form originally weighed 195 lbs. at his recorded height, when run through an ideal body weight calculator, he was overweight by nearly 6 lbs.

Soundtrack:
01 | Cat Power - Werewolf
02 | Johnny Hollow - Boogeyman
03 | Hans Zimmer [Sherlock Holmes soundtrack] - Discombobulate
04 | Johnny Hollow - Stranger
05 | Keane - A Bad Dream
06 | Emiliana Torrini - Gollum's Song
07 | Wayne Static/Static-X - Not Meant For Me
08 | Disturbed - Down With the Sickness
09 | Renholder - Falling Through the Sky
10 | Renholder - Death Dealer's Descent

Wyler the Priest

Name: Wyler Pius Victor
Pronunciation: why-luhr
Title: N/A
Nickname(s): Wy
Age: 30 mortal years
Gender: Male
Height: 5 ft. 9 in.
Weight: 109 lbs.
Skin: Alabaster white
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Iridescent
Concept Date: April 26, 2010
Birthdate: ?
Birthplace: Lordaeron, The Eastern Kingdoms
Faction: Horde
Race: Undead/Forsaken
Alignment: Neutral Good

Guild: None
Allies: Barian, Rhathgryn
Family: None he is aware of...
Weapons: Staves, wands, 1h maces
Pet(s): Tenet the Cockroach
Occupation: Scribe, Botanist
Hobbies: Writing, reading, meditating/praying

Known Favorites: Mageroyal
Known Dislikes: Spiders

Character in 3 Words: Devout, Loud, Finicky.

History: While alive, Wyler had always said he had been blessed. He had been accepted as a missionary for the Church of Holy Light, done well in his classes towards priesthood, and had fully achieved the understanding and teachings of the Light's Virtues - respect, tenacity, and compassion.

Personality: Wyler is, in essence, a fanatic. His every move, every thought, is supposedly guided by the Light. While he frowns upon those who stop to stare at the sight of his decaying body, he often offers a prayer for those who give him a shiny copper coin.

Appearance: A bony corpse is all that remains of Wyler. Treacherous traveling while getting used to his new life after death has made the flesh around his elbows, toes, and knees unpleasantly fall off. His scalp was now bare, bereft of the thick chocolate locks that used to adorn it; he claims that the mice who had inhabited his crypt had found use for it in their nests. Thick stitches adorn his crown and temple where a "new" scalp has replaced his once-shaved head. When he first awoke in Deathknell, his jaw had gone missing, perhaps even stolen by a fellow priest who had come around before him. He eventually remedied the situation by visiting the Brill graveyard, stealing a mandible from a lifeless corpse that had been robbed of its possessions. His clothes are often ripped and unraveling; having been brought back to "life" has convinced him that looks aren't exactly everything.

A rather large cockroach can often be seen on his figure or at his feet - wherever he goes, she is never too far behind. Usually, she has to be dislodged from his body...

The bony, reanimated horse he travels upon is tall and spindly, lovingly dubbed "Bishop." A simple ragged halter with blinders and reins, as well as a worn saddle, garnish his pallid frame. Every now and then Wyler covers his [intact] back with a frayed blanket to protect him from maggots and other pests.

A large backpack, if not seen hanging from Bishop's saddle is often seen hanging from Wyler's shoulders. However, if undergoing a mission to cleanse an area, Wyler carries a simple, multi-pocket satchel from his belt. Among other knick-knacks that he totes around, a wand is often tucked into his robes, as well as a pocket prayer book.

Quirks:

• His name means "wheel maker."
  
• Tenet, Wyler's pet cockroach, has been with him since he was awoken in Deathknell. She had made herself a cozy home in his ribcage, and frankly refuses to leave.
  
• He reached lvl 20 in 20 hours, 55 minutes.
  
• His loyal steed was possibly a palomino...once.

Soundtrack:
01 | Era - Hymne
02 | Enigma - Traces (Light and Weight)
03 | X-Ray Dog - Come My Son
04 | X-Ray Dog - The Prophet
05 | Enigma - Endless Quest
06 | Era - The Mass
07 | Howard Shore - The Prophecy

Veton the Shaman

Name: Veton Sophronias
Pronunciation: vee-tuhn
Title: None
Nickname(s): V
Age: ~250? mortal years
Gender: Female
Height: 6 ft. 6 in.
Weight: 135 lbs.
Skin: White
Hair: Tan/Gray/White
Eyes: Luminous White
Concept Date: November 14, 2009
Birthdate: Unknown
Birthplace: Unknown
Faction: Alliance
Race: Draenei
Class: Shaman
Alignment: Neutral Good

Guild: Love and Warcraft
Allies: Goruth, Ealenia, Celenah, Spat, Lyconis
Family: Zilaara (cousin), Elodi (cousin), Craetes (uncle), Totle (father-deceased), Era (mother-deceased), Medes (uncle-deceased), Mene & Lule (aunts-deceased)
Weapons: Shield, 1h Mace; Dagger; 2h Mace
Pet(s): Gust the White Moth
Occupation: Herbalist, Alchemist
Hobbies: Cooking, gathering herbs, potion mixing, fishing, dancing

Known Favorites: Rain, wind, thunder storms, pumpkin pie
Known Dislikes: Blood elves, blinking mages, DPS people who think they can tank [in DPS gear], "n00b" Death Knights

Character in 3 Words: Nurturing, Spiritual, Dedicated.

History: Veton was born to Totle and Era, two skilled paladins who were medics aboard the Exodar. Like her cousin Elodi, she was cared for by her uncle, Craetes, after her parents, uncle, and aunt perished in the Exodar crash. The three cousins were close until Zilaara left Ammen Vale where they had been tending to the crash survivors. Elodi would follow soon after, leaving Veton alone with her uncle's near-constant worrying. It wasn't very long until Veton departed the crash site, determined to surpass her cousins and whatever they had set out to do for the Alliance.

On her journey to Stormwind, she befriended Goruth, a skilled warrior, and a mage by the name of Ealenia. With their companionship came the invitation to become apart of the guild Love and Warcraft. Since then, she has realized what she has to do... train, master the elements, and serve the Alliance alongside her new-found comrades.

As the seasons passed, from Autumn to Winter, Veton found herself against a new enemy - Northrend and the Scourge who threatened to inhabit its every surface. For the first few weeks, Strike was unable to navigate through the frozen skies, leaving Veton to fend for herself on the rough terrain with only Tempest, her white frostsaber, and her ghost wolves.

Once Spring had arrived on Azeroth's lower continents, the young Shaman had seemingly grown beyond the naive Draenei who had left the Exodar crash site. Renting rooms in Dalaran and spending time by the city's fountains and other little snow-bombarded settlements, Veton made her way into the throng of Alliance and Horde soldiers, following them in and out of the city to ward them off or heal their battle wounds.

As the days march on, she continues to strive to be one of her guild's prominent members.

Appearance: Slender, pale-skinned and bright-eyed, Veton is nothing short of athletic in build. Her black-brown hooves are worn, and gold rings and bands accent her figure. Three golden hoops hang from each of her pointed ears. Her shoulder-length, silver hair is thin and always well-washed. Tall horns sprout from her temple, seeming like 'rabbit ears' in shape.

She usually wears her cherished Tabard of the Hand to show her pride to be a survivor of her people - though it is not uncommon for her to switch between favorite allies. Her gear, meanwhile, almost always consists of chainmail lined with ragged leather pieces for comfort; she rarely cares to pay mind to the frays in her cape or the scuff-marks on her knees, glove palms, and elbows. Some pieces look very worn - and most are singed and patched in some places - as if she didn't bother to find more suiting armor to wear. Her hands, though quite soft in general, have a few calluses on her palms from wielding heavy maces, daggers, and shields.

Quirks:

• Second toon to become lvl 80; the first was Taceo.
  
• The name "Veton" means lightning in Albanian.
  
• Veton, due to a nearly unfulfilled wish of having an all-white, high level Draenei, is related to cousins Zilaara and Elodi Sophronias [on the server Silverhand]. She is also supposedly related to Lena Sophronias [another Draenei who was "put on the back burner" when Taceo was created]. Their last name of 'Sophronias' means "prudent" or "self-controlled" in Greek, loosely translated to "harmony, voice, wisdom and skill."
  
• She was created solely to play with Taceo's guild mates who had transferred servers from Thorium Brotherhood to Fenris.
  
• Veton's father and uncles are triplets, named for Greek philosophers: Craetes (Socrates), Totle (Aristotle) and Medes (Archimedes)
  
• Reached lvl 58/Outland in 4 days, 20 hours, 27 minutes, and 18 seconds [in play time].
  
• Got to lvl 60 in 5 days, 1 hour, 25 minutes, and 52 seconds [in play time]; leveled soon after the first pull in Hellfire Ramparts - her first TBC dungeon.
  
• Her pet Snowy Gryphon, Strike, was quick to bond with her after learning he liked to eat Fel Blossoms.
• As an enhancement-trained Shaman, she came to adopt "Romulus" and "Remus," two ghost wolves who helped her conquer her way to Dalaran.
• From lvl 1 - 80, Veton took 139 days [4 months and 19 days] to level; a total of 232 hours of play time were logged.
  

Soundtrack:
At the Beginning
01 | Enigma - Push the Limits
02 | Basement Jaxx - Do Your Thing
03 | Kelly Sweet - Dream On
04 | Josh Groban - Oceano
05 | Snow Patrol - The Lightning Strike
06 | Norah Jones - Sunrise
07 | Lenka - The Show
08 | Train - When I Look to the Sky
09 | Enigma - Return to Innocence
10 | Adiemus - Adiemus

Into the Fray
01 | Colbie Caillat - Oxygen
02 |
03 |
04 | Stacie Orrico - I Could Be the One
05 | Maroon 5 - Kiwi
06 |
07 |
08 |
09 |
10 |

Tabijin the Shaman

Name: Tabijin
Pronunciation: taa-bee-jinn
Title: Scout Tabijin
Nickname(s): Tabi
Age: 55 mortal years
Gender: Male
Height: 7 ft. 1 in.
Weight: 195 lbs.
Skin: Light blue
Hair: White
Eyes: Scarlet
Concept Date: Mid-2006
Birthdate: Winter -27
Birthplace: Stranglethorn Vale
Faction: Horde
Race: Jungle Troll
Class: Shaman
Alignment: Neutral

Guild: The Stonetusk Tribe
Allies: The Shadow of Paragon, Taceo Morntreader
Family: Zabeni (wife-deceased), Reser (daughter)
Weapons: Shield, 1h Mace; 2h Mace
Pet(s): Ayden the Baby Blizzard Bear
Occupation: Skinner, Leatherworker
Hobbies: Trading, Counting, Inventory cataloging

Known Favorites: Tigers, roast chicken, polar bears, coins, leather
Known Dislikes: Dwarves

Character in 3 Words: Businessman, Obsessive, Haggard.

History: Tabijin was once a greatly respected elder and witchdoctor of the Stonetusk Tribe, a prime advisor to the chief. He first showed a talent in harnessing the elements when he had a rogue encounter with a lightning bolt and survived, able to use the charged energy to accidentally spark a fire in a glade. He was taken in as an apprentice by his father who helped him understand the power of Shamanistic ways. When his father died, he was appointed as the tribe's next witchdoctor and was sent to heal the land beyond the tribe's territory in order to make it safely inhabitable. During his mission, he traveled conveniently in ghost wolf form, which caused a young troll hunter to nearly mistake him for an evening meal along the edge of Lake Nezferiti. Upon catching sight of her with her stealthily approaching pet tiger, he shape-shifted back and threw his hands up in alarm, causing her to immediately disengage and call her feline back to her side. This simple meeting, they would later realize, would begin the next chapter of their lives.

In the spring of -24, Tabijin and Zabeni were wed, initiating her as a new member and honorary scout of the tribe. Together, they helped strengthen the bonds of the tribe, providing for every need and advising the chief in every questionable situation. A year before the Second War, Reser was born, the last and youngest of the tribe's next generation. However, the joys in parenting did not last; the Horde soon recruited the trolls as allies, sweeping up the secluded tribe in a fully-fledged war against a new enemy, the Alliance.

Zabeni agreed to be one of the first to leave, to make sure paths to and from the designated destinations were clear to travel on. The night the tribe decided to evacuate their homestead, hours after Zabeni and another hunter left, a group of Alliance ambushed the group. Tabijin sprang into the fray, defending Toombah, Reser, the caretakers and the youths they were attempting to herd and carry away from harm. When the dust settled and the atmosphere quieted, Tabijin and those who had come to his aid, glanced around to only lay their eyes on the lifeless bodies of fallen comrades, tame companions and the enemies. Unable to catch up with Toombah and the others and finding nothing tethering him to the tribe grounds, the middle-aged Shaman decided to move on, earning himself the honorary title of "Scout" among the soldier ranks. Once the Second War ended with a victory for the Alliance, Tabijin returned to the rundown glade he had once called home. By now, the wooden huts had been burnt to charcoal and, everywhere in the sand, deep footsteps told the story of a struggle. He assumed the small band of the tribe, who had left to seek refuge, returned only to be taken captive and dragged away.

Venturing to find Toombah and his daughter, Tabijin tamed a jungle raptor who helped carry him north where he ran into Toombah on the road, fully clad in thick armor. There, the two friends exchanged news; the tribe grounds had been razed and Zabeni had been captured by a band of Dwarves while attempting to push forward to Quel'Thalas. It was enough to assume none of the caretakers survived, and neither did the younglings in their care. When questioned about Reser, Toombah simply shrugged his shoulders, not sure of her whereabouts after leaving her in the care of a nomadic troll tribe evacuating the Hinterlands. Infuriated, Tabijin stormed away, determined to find her. Several years without success in tracking her down has left him crippled and without hope. The construction of Orgrimmar allowed him to find a new home in the Horde capital and has not wandered very far from it for several days at a time since then.

The lightly-armored emerald raptor that can usually be found sleeping near the tavern of Orgrimmar is "Terra," a rickety companion who has swiftly carried him across the vast terrain for the better part of 20 years. He strikes as a 'neutral' character, able to allow himself to act naturally upon instinct. Since his tribe has fallen and his beloved wife and daughter has gone missing, his top priority is in shielding himself from everything and nearly everyone.

Personality: Tabijin was once a carefree individual, able to channel his energy into the elements to wash away, burn or heal worries or listless thoughts. In these current stretches of days, weeks, months and seasons, though, he is plagued with worry and a prolonged grief that was never healed over time. On good days, he often lets out a chuckle while entertaining Ayden or shares a random joke with those he encounters at the Auction House; however, these days become rarer and rarer as time goes on. Most of the time, he lives day-to-day, forlorn and reserved with barely a smile between his tusks. If one had the time to sit down and talk to him, years of experiencing war and remembering past memories become apparent through his small quirks of fidgeting with his hands and occasional trembling or shaking. He also has a habit of mumbling idly to no one in particular, as well as claiming to be conversing with the wind, hoping of news of his daughter.

As a ghost wolf, he often gets a kick out of feeling like he's "not really there," enjoying the sensation of being seemingly, physically free. In this state it is usual for him to nearly lose all awareness of things and people around him; he is skittish and easily startled of anyone who approaches.

Appearance: Ragged and slouched over, Tabijin looks worn with age. His once vivid green hair has faded into frosty whites and grays and seems to be thinning at his hairline. His tusks have several shallow cuts at the tips of them and a browning/yellow coloration is strongly apparent from base to tip. When venturing outside of Orgrimmar, his thin figure is covered with a scuffed leather chest piece hides the numerous battle scars on his torso. A glowing one-hand weapon usually hangs from his belt as a large, dented shield on his back makes him appear nearly turtle-like. Patched leather armor pieces protect his legs, hands, shoulders, and calves; variously sized holes and fraying have formed at his knees and thighs.

One the other hand, while spending time trying to keep his mind from wandering, Tabijin can be found walking to and from the auction house in a white shirt, red vest, black pants and boots. A slight squint keeps a dusty monocle over his right eye, which helps with his nearsightedness. He carries only his backpack with a skinning knife tucked into his belt.

A small Blizzard bear cub follows in his shadow, obedient and very wary of all who stare at his aged owner. A thick rope is tied around his neck, serving as a makeshift collar. When waiting for auctions to sell, Tabijin can sometimes be found playing fetch with the little cub or obsessively bathing him to keep the Durotar sand from staining his pure white fur; only then is it possible, now a days, to see the elderly troll smile or chuckle playfully. It also isn't unusual to see Tabijin carrying his pet under an arm while going about his daily business.

Quirks:

• Tabijin's pet Blizzard Bear Cub was given to him by a wandering traveler who had been to Northrend.
  
• Has been said to have an obsessive compulsive disorder.

Soundtrack:
01 | Frou Frou – Let Go
02 | Snow Patrol – If There's a Rocket Tie Me to It
03 | John Williams – The Chairman's Waltz
04 | Dido – Here With Me
05 | Faith Hill – Let Me Let Go
06 | Nelly Furtado – All Good Things Come to an End
07 | Rascal Flatts – Moving On
08 | Rascal Flatts – The Day You Kissed Me
09 | John Mayer - Dreaming with a Broken Heart
10 | John Mayer - Gravity


NOTE: Please, if you spot an error in the lore, comment with a correction! Tabijin's story was one of my first invitations to plunge into Warcraft history and may contain false facts.

Taceo the Paladin

Name: Taceo Aestas Morntreader
Pronunciation: tass-ee-oh
Title: Ambassador Taceo Morntreader
Nickname(s): Tass, Tassy, Tack, Tac
Age: 107 mortal years
Gender: Female
Height: 5 ft. 5 in.
Weight: 115 lbs.
Skin: Tan
Hair: Black
Eyes: Luminous green
Concept Date: January 2007
Birthdate: Summer -79
Birthplace: Quel’Thalas
Faction: Horde
Race: Blood Elf / Sin’dorei
Class: Paladin / Blood Knight
Alignment: Lawful Good

Guild: The Shadow of Paragon
Allies: The Horde, Kirin Tor
Family: Mercruceo (father), Aviana (mother)
Weapons: Shield, 1h Mace
Pet(s): Zoom the Ancona Chicken, Stinky the Giant Sewer Rat, Muckbreath
Occupation: Jewelcrafter, Miner
Hobbies: Exploring, reading, taking photographs

Known Favorites: Shoveltusk steak, fishing, cooking, high perches, gem designs
Known Dislikes: Night Elves, cats

Character in 3 Words: Quiet, Proud, Elegant.

History: Not much is known about this Sin'dorei, but it is a fact that she is an ally of Nikolaos the Blood Knight, Virgos the Shaman, and the guild The Shadow of Paragon. Her father, Sir Mercruceo Morntreader, is a retired ambassador for Silvermoon City; her mother, Aviana Septentrio Morntreader, an assistant innkeeper for Falconwing Square. Her childhood was a happy one even though chaos and destruction often swirled around the globe. Mercruceo was called to duty on several occasions, leaving Taceo and Aviana alone for months at a time. As her mother kept herself occupied with keeping the inn in order, Taceo spent her time playing with her childhood friends, Nikolaos and Laceraito, who lived nearby. The trio enlisted together when they became of age, taking up the roles of a Hunter and Blood Knights. Training side-by-side brought Taceo and Nikolaos to realize their love for one another which in turn brought the announcement of future [but distant] engagement upon the dawning of the Burning Crusade.

By the time of the Wrath of the Lich King in the year 28, Taceo had risen to become an ambassador for the Horde and an acknowledged explorer. With working alongside her guildmates of The Shadow Paragon as well as Nikolaos, she gained the strength and focus on becoming not just a dedicated healer, but also a rather determined retribution paladin (and in the seasons soon after, a protection paladin). Also during this time, she and Nikolaos lost touch with Laceraito and assumed she had been lost somewhere in Outland. Once they had come to terms with the loss of their childhood friend, Laceraito emerged as a Death Knight, much to their dismay. Then, several months after their re-acquaintance, Laceraito disappeared once again, leaving Taceo and Nikolaos to continue pillaging and training as they had before.

The armored steed she summons for traveling is "Noctem" and the large albino dragon she beckons for flight is "Lucius," both of whom tote her backpacks as to keep her shoulders and back free of burden. She strikes as the ‘lawful good,’ actually oblivious to her desire for power and domination.

Personality: Taceo is somewhat of a two-sided character; she can be kind to someone, and then absolutely loathsome towards another. While around those she knows, she is light-hearted, sometimes bubbly and outgoing; but most of the time, she keeps to herself unless something has to be said or done. Most of the time, she is read as stuck-up; often cheeky, quiet, reserved and sarcastic. She is nice enough, however, to sometimes buff others as she strolls past or give an answer to those in desperation.

Appearance: Vivid emerald eyes peer out from underneath thick, straight black locks that frame this beauty's face. Her fair skin, due to long periods of completing training missions as a Blood Knight, has become tan from the sun. During the evening hours, she can sometimes be seen emitting an eerie ghost-like glow. From head to toe, she is clad in mismatched armor made from cloth, chainmail and plate. Two silver studs and an emerald gem sparkle in each of her tall pointed ears as three rings adorn her fingers (a pure truesilver one on her left ring finger, and two on her right, one of which bears her jewelcrafting signature). Usually perched on her shoulder or clucking at her heels is a small grey hen which she refers to as "Zoom." Hanging from her belt is a lightweight mining pick, as well as a satchel full of palm-sized bottles which softly clink against each other when she runs.

Quirks:

• First lvl 80 character; 3rd Horde character created.
  
• One of the founding members of the guild The Shadow of Paragon.
  
• Her first and middle name in Latin means "silent summer," as her last name could translate to she who treads the morning.

Soundtrack:
01 | Enigma – Gravity of Love
02 | Within Temptation – Stand My Ground
03 | Puscifer – Rev 22:20
04 | Muse – Butterflies and Hurricanes
05 | E.S. Posthumous – Tikal
06 | Frou Frou - Shh
07 | Lacuna Coil – Our Truth
08 | Skye Sweetnam – Tangled Up In Me
09 | Enya / Celtic Woman - May It Be
10 | Smash Mouth – Then the Morning Comes

Lunette the Druid

Name: Lunette
Pronunciation: loo-net
Title: Sergeant Major Lunette
Nickname(s): Lune, Nette, Lu’
Age: 398 mortal years
Gender: Female
Height: 6 ft. 5 in.
Weight: 145 lbs.
Skin: Pale lavender / lilac
Hair: White
Eyes: Luminous white
Concept Date: June 2005
Birthdate: Autumn -372
Birthplace: Astranaar
Faction: Alliance
Race: Night Elf
Class: Druid
Alignment: Lawful Good

Guild: Unearthed
Allies: Darnassus, Stormwind, Gilneas
Family: Lunarius (mate), Atellus (friend), Lunara Moone (?), Gardien (?), Astaire (?), Adaven (?)
Weapons: Staff
Pet(s): Sparky the Clockwork Robot and ?
Occupation: Goblin Engineer, Miner
Hobbies: Prowling, scaring Horde lowbies, flying, sight-seeing

Known Favorites: Goblin gadgets, exotic pets
Known Dislikes: Blood Elf Paladins, Tauren

Character in 3 Words: Lithe, Stealthy, Energetic.

History: [Coming Soon!]

Personality: Lunette is a rather determined, serious sort of individual, always looking for a challenge; she is constantly seeking ways to better herself in the art of being a feral Druid.

Appearance: [Caster] White, once teal, hair crown this Druid’s head, tidily braided into two loops secured just above the back of her neck. Her luminous white eyes scan her surroundings quietly; if one were to look closely, a ring of grey surrounds a barely-there pupil. Her pale lavender skin contrasts harshly against her worn leather armor. A small polished silver tag hangs from a thin leather cord around her neck, bearing her identification. Her left hand sports a truesilver ring on her ring finger as her index finger is adorned with a band bearing the signet of an Alliance soldier; a thick green and gold band glimmers on her right hand thumb. An elegantly-crafted idol hangs from her belt buckle.

[Cat] A lithe ivory feline prowls her way through the city. The right side of her ribcage sports the moon-shaped marking/brand of a Druid; her left canine tooth isn’t aligned with the other and two medium-sized violet circular spots garnish the left side of her neck as the whole of her right ear is a light lilac shade. All four paws are rarely seen with their claws retracted. Her tail sways from side to side smoothly, just a few inches short of touching the ground; unlike most druids, it is full and plume-like. Her cunning silver eyes hold a spark of interest for shredding enemies and anything that stands in her way.

[Bear] A rather medium-sized bear with coarse, stained white fur growls idly. Her large claws are intimidating; one could only assume that they are sharp enough to shred chainmail. The right side of her ribcage sports the moon-shaped marking/brand of a druid; her left canine tooth isn’t aligned with the other and two medium-sized lilac circular spots garnish the left side of her neck and the whole of her right ear. Fierce yellow eyes pierce whoever gazes at her… It is wise not to ask her if she’d like to "tank for an instance run."

[Flight] Lunette’s large purple-feathered flight form can usually be found perched on a high landing, sculpture, or an edge of a building. While the whole of her body is a dark violet, her neck and wings sport a few white feathers. Several trinkets and a few scraps of leather and cloth armor adorn her plumage. Her large black beak clicks in a menacing manner as she stretches her wings idly, careful to keep her grip and her balance.

Quirks:

• First character created.
• Was one of the first into the the battles of Warsong Gulch; she was awarded the rank of Sergeant Major for her honorable duties of healing and scouting.
• Her story was rewritten as the Mists of Pandaria expansion was released in 2012. Her children - Moone the Hunter, Gardien the Druid, and Astaire the Priestess - were taken out to preserve her story's accuracy and to put her relationship with Lunarius in perspective.
• Her trust in Gilneas proved thin and unreliable until she encountered Greyer Lyall, a chaotic Worgen Rogue. While he informed her of his issues, confidence in calling the Gilneans allies won her over when he saved her from being ambushed by an old foe, Gooa the Mage.

Soundtrack:
01 | Celtic Woman – Orinoco Flow
02 | Julien-k – Technical Difficulties
03 | E.S. Posthumous – Menouthis
04 | Emmy Rossum – Slow Me Down
05 | Fatboy Slim - Weapon of Choice
06 | Imogen Heap – Hide and Seek [remix]
07 | Melanie C – Northern Star
08 | Jason Hayes – Kalidar (The Enchanted Forest)
09 | Melanie C – This Time
10 | Republica – Ready to Go