Character Bio Thread

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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Sleepy2190 » Mon Sep 16, 2019 4:26 pm

Name:Anberlin
Race:Forsaken
Class:Warlock
House Name:None
Title:None
Nickname:Lynn
Height:averagre 4'9'
Weight/Build:90lbs
Residence:orgrimmar
Birthplace:
Physical Description:
A thin frail looking woman stands before you with her back turned preoccupied with what seems to be sewing. " stop you're going to set ablaze my work!" She spouts angrily to an unknown person in front of her. You approach concerned at the raspy voice and anger you just heard. you speak,"lady..?" as you do the woman turns. What faces you is not a woman but an undead gaunt of face pale as a ghost and with two straps across her face covering her eyes. suddenly something small and hot tackles you, an imp, suddenly it, the undead...thing, starts speaking in a guttral deamonic tongue. "Achor she-ki!".
Brief History: Anberlin woke to an earthly smell and pure dark. she knew not of where she was or how she got there, in fact she couldn't remember anything aside her name and the dark powers of which she could command. Confused she tried to sit up but couldn't, feeling barrier of rotting wood surrounding her, she then remembered, she was in a coffin dead as anyone who lay buried 6 feet under.but how could this be she was obviously of her own mind not bound by the lich king.it then dawned on her the shadowy forces that have awoken her body and raise her from the dead. The forsaken. she had been risen by the scourge of lordaeron. Suddenly she heard thunk and some scratchy noises coming from above her. light appeared in a crack from the coffin lid revealing the rotting flesh and torn rags of her body. "Aye lass you awake in there" a voice spoke from above. "No leave me be i'm supposed to be dead!" Anberlin rasped. "i heard somethin' from the box lets get it up 'ere" Said another voice. The box then started to shift and rock as it was being lifted from the freshly dug grave." No Leave me here please!!!" anberlin begged as she was was set down presumably next to the hole from whence she was llaid to rest. "aye, you ere that she wants to be left dead. bet she don' even know what 'appened to 'er." said the first voice and it was true she knew nothing from her past or how she had died and admittedly was curious as to how she had gotten to this situation "let me out of this infernal box.." she said hesitantly "you gotta promise not to bolt when we do" said one voce "aye we may be ugly but we's not here to hurt you miss." said the other, they cracked open the lid to her coffin....Months later Anberlin found herself in orgrimmar. It's denziens less than hospitable but still felt more like home than in undercity. Anberlin awoke and started her daily routine, checking her stitching summoning her pesky imp Taruri, once she was done she made her way to the small inn across the way from her hiding place.

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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Fedaykin » Mon Sep 16, 2019 5:05 pm

Name: Leyanaya Shadowchild
Race: Forsaken (Former Scourge)
Class: Rogue
House Name: Balnir
Title: Inlife -Lady / Undead none
Nickname: (living) Little Leya
Height: 5'0''
Weight/Build: 92lbs
Residence: Living -Balnir Farmstead / Undead UC
Birthplace: Balnir Farmstead, Tirisfal Glades, Lorderan
Motto: 'Relax, you'll live longer.'

Physical Description:
A small, lithe, young woman stands before you, the corruption of her flesh only evidenced by her pallor and glowing eyes.
Despite being one of the Forsaken, she cares for her physical appearance and has taken up alchemy as a way of preserving her form. Quiet, light-footed, and unassuming, one never knows whether or not she is part of the conversation or even in the room, for that matter. Quietly she observes, only speaking when she has anything worth uttering, only taking action if its needed.

Brief History:
Born as the 5th child in the Balnir Family of Tirisfal, her lot in life was that of living in the background. Her older siblings were the stars of the family, and one drunken lout casually referred to her as 'that spare Balnir brat'. Unfortunately for him, Leyanaya was in the taproom that night, quietly celebrating and toasting a childhood friends commission into Lorderan's Military. Said lout was found battered, bloody, and paralyzed behinf the tavern with the phrase "Tirisfal's spare drunken loudmouth" carved into his forehead. No one in thier right mind connected the act to the quiet, polite, unassuming Balnir 5th scion. Later, shortly before Arthas and his scouring of Lorderan, Leyanaya found some other people with 'underhanded' leanings that were willing to help her hone her natural ability to blend in and disappear. She spent her free time away from her precious horses turning the tables on would be highwaymen and thieves, as she felt that even 'minor' nobility had an obligation, as much as high lords, to the people.
Artha's arrival and murder of her and her family should have been her end, however, after Illidan's spell and Sylvannus' betrayal of Arthas, she found herself in the middle of a ravening horde of scourge, devouring peasants, nobles, livestock...anything that lived. Disgusted and afraid, she fled, avoiding Scourge and newly awoken Forsaken alike.
Living on vermin and the occasional ripe corpse, she went back to her home, only to find it wasn't home anymore. Dismayed and alone, fearing death at every turn, she finally gave up. Approaching a group that she thought were militia, she waited for death. However, the group she approached was a Forsaken recovery party, looking for lost Forsaken among the Scourge wandering and Infesting Tirisfal. When they realized she was Forsaken, despite her pleading for the release of death, they brought her before Sylvannus herself, who decreed that Leyanaya was to be rendered unconscious, buried in Deathknell, to rise again, this time knowing she had a place and purpose.

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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Nemain » Sat Nov 23, 2019 11:50 pm

  • Name: Selene Ridafer
  • Race: Forsaken (Previously, Human)
  • Class: Rogue
  • Title: N/A
  • Nickname: Selrida, Sel
  • Height: 5'2'' (usually hunched down to 4'6'')
  • Weight/Build: Very unhealthily wiry- lots of missing chunks there
  • Residence: Currently: the Ghosts of Lordaeron's camp
  • Birthplace: Brill, Tirisfal Glades
  • Motto: "I am no one's puppet. Never again."
Physical Description:
  • ((Pending for later))
Brief History:
  • Many lifes were destroyed the day Lordaeron fell. Even among the survivors who managed to flee their home and cherished ones succumbing to the Plague: some just could not cope with what they'd seen, what they'd experienced. Worse, still, than seeing your loved ones turned into unholy monsters, however... Was, being the monster. Hunting down, slaying, biting and tearing the life out of yours- your beloved husband, your firstborn, whom was still too young to comprehend why mommy was acting so strange. And, then, years later- wake up, freed from the Lich King's control.... But with every memory of what you'd done.

    This, is the fate that befell a simple florist from Brill: a young mother of two, whose beautiful bouquets had been tainted with the Plague as one of many ways to worm it into the town, and through its people, into the City itself. There was no struggle, no telling of her imminent demise: one moment, she'd been picking flowers by the Tirisfal Lake, the next... Well, let's just say what made its way back home, was not Selene Ridafer anymore.
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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Churchgoing » Sun Jan 19, 2020 5:45 pm

  • Name: Rose William
  • Race: Human
  • Class: Priest
  • Title: The Searcher of Hearts
  • Nickname: Rosie
  • Height: Lofty
  • Weight: Healthy
  • Residence: Northshire Valley
  • Birthplace: Elwynn Forest
  • Motto: Wherever you go, go with all your heart.
Physical Description:
  • Upon joining the Defias Brotherhood, Rose marked herself with the infamous cog tattoo; as it was the case with anyone who desired being part of the guild. Nevertheless, her greatest joy was when she was worn the special ring (The Collector's Ring) by Edwin VanCleef before his death.
Brief History:
  • First-hand witness to the Second War and the destruction that followed Stormwind City succeeding the battle, Rose was driven to despair, as was the Kingdom of Stormwind. Within a few days a guild of artificers and builders took it upon themselves to breathe new life into Stormwind! As New Stormwind is being built, lost soul fragments are being found and Rose is feeling whole once again. Consequently, Rose committed herself to the Stonemasons Guild to eventually become one of the very few priests guided by the Light! And it happened that after the dispute between the nobles of Stormwind and the Stonemasons Rose associated herself with The Brotherhood.
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Re: Character Bio Thread

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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Khazvarg » Tue Mar 17, 2020 5:44 pm

Name: Thazgor (Dwarven) Raelor (Darnnassian)

Race: Night Elf

Class: Druid of the Claw

House Name: N/A

Title: The friend of the Dwarves

Nickname: "Dwarf-elf"

Height: 180 CM

Weight/Build: Muscular

Residence: The Hinterlands

Birthplace: Val´Sharah

Motto: "Home is were our heart belongs"

Physical Description:
For some even considered unnatural, Raelor´s height is his most remarcable aspect. Born shorter than the average Nigth elf, He proudly stands around 180 CMs. Despite that, he maintains a very muscular build. At his current age, he shows a long and bushy beard, wich is black with some silver threads around. He carefully maintains a completely bald cut, giving him even a more rare look for an elf. He has silver eyes and even bear-like traits in his face.

Brief History:
Raelor, how is he know for his people, was born 10.000 years ago in Val´sharah, because of his shorther heigth, he was alredy misjudged for his kin. Despite that, he learned the ways of the druid, time when he found a profund conection with the spirit of bear, and decided to become a Druid of the Claw. Along the years to come, he participated in some of the most relevating events for the Kaldorei, but always in a very unnoticed rol due to his misjudging. His displaced rol in the night elf society, and the deep conection to the spirit of bear leaded to him acquiring a very feral attitude and psyche, wich caused him some problems with the other druids later.
After the events of the third war, and tired of the derogatory look of his people, he decided to exile himself to the western kingdoms, settling in the Hinterlands, where he locked deep friendship and respect with the Wildhammer Dwarfs, and started to being called Thazgor wich means "Keeper of the wild" by them.

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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Sinrek » Wed Mar 18, 2020 9:46 am

Glad to see s'more fellow Kaldorei, alas, wasn't that suppose to be "home is where our heart belongs"? Minor mistypes here and there, but I'm glad you continue on!

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Re: Character Bio Thread

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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Khazvarg » Sat Apr 04, 2020 7:51 pm

Name: Talus Dawnforge

Race: Dwarf

Class: Paladin

Profession Blacksmith

Title: Avenger of Anvilmar

Nickname: Tas (For friends) Dawnforger(within the order)

Height: 140 CM

Weight/Build: Sturdy

Residence: Ironforge

Birthplace: Ironforge

Motto: "Ancient Kings, let me be the instrument of yar wisdom", "The light of forge is within our hearts", "Light be with ya"

Physical Description:

Talus is an average dwarf both on height and build, yet he posses a sturdy and worked built due to his trade as a blacksmith. His hair is dark brown colored, and he mantains a medium large cut and a short beard, both carefully kept and braided. His body and face show some battle scars, but none being more remarcable than the other. He depicts a solemn demeanor on his face, and a strong inner fire and force of will on his attitude.

Brief History:

Talus was born sometime before the end of the war of the three hammers in the capital city of Ironforge. Son of a controversial and unofficial affair between old rival clans, his origins always caused whispering within the dwarves. He grew up with his mother and half brother on the recently founded city of Aerie Peak, learning from the wildhammers their ancient customs and traditions, yet never feeling a true belonging with the clan and their gryphon riding legacy.

Looking for a place to fit in, Talus became a blacksmith apprentice, this trade became his pasion and settled a path that took him far from the wildhammers themselves. Never getting fully accepted, he was sent to Dun Morogh for a fresh start, settling himself on Anvilmar as a local blacksmith. One night, the settle was overrun by a group of frostmane trolls, which killed some dwarves and momentarily hold control over the place. Talus, inspired by a inner fire of courage and justice, managed to lead a counter attack with some of the settlers, driving back the trolls and regaining control of Anvilmar. Being severely wounded during the fight, Tas was moved to Ironforge in order to heal his wounds, from then, he stood on the city and gain a vast renow as a first class blacksmith, and was always know as the avenger of Anvilmar for the settlers.

Recently, Tas was invited by The Order of the Knights of the Silver hand to work with them as a blacksmith, yet he felt the calling of the crusade and the blessing of the light and joined the order becoming a Paladin. By his deeds and accomplishments, Khazvarg was renamed as Talus Dawnforge, or Dawnforger, by his brothers within the order.


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Re: Character Bio Thread

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Post by Rydertheking » Sat Jun 06, 2020 11:42 pm

Name: Ryder
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
House Name: None
Title: None
Nickname: Ryder

Height: 6'2
Weight/Build: Lean but has muscles

Residence: Homeless
Birthplace: Lordearon

Motto: "Am I worthy of taking a life, or am I just a demon..." - "To be stronger, you must be willing to sacrifice!"

Physical Description:
Black, short hair. Eyes with no empathy nor emotion.

Brief History:
Ryder is a man of few words. He witnessed his parents death during the Scourge of Lordaeron, and out of pure luck he escaped with his uncle who sadly had his life taken by the Scourge as he sent Ryder away on a carriage. As years went by, Ryder grew to become apathetic to those around him, and decided to seek strength in order to take revenge to his previous lord, Arthas Menethil. But he knows this is a pipe dream, but a dream must start from somewhere...

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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Jam » Wed Jun 17, 2020 7:16 pm

Jam

Aliases: Chef, J-man, J
Relatives: Innkeeper Wiley (adoptive father)
Current Affiliation: Horde, Steamwheedle Cartel, Broken Keel Tavern
Former Affiliation: Frostwolf Clan, Venture Company
Date of birth: Year 1
Place of birth: Alterac Valley
Species: Orc
Gender: Male
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 425
Eye color: Blue

Jam is a large orc with an intense countenance. Even when relaxed and jovial there is a severity to his gaze and gravitas in his words. He works daily in the kitchen of the Broken Keel Tavern as a cook, cleaner, and cart runner, gathering supplies for the business, as well as for Wiley's engineering. He has served as the cook in the Broken Keel Tavern since Year 13 when he was traded to Wiley by members of the Venture Company to settle an outstanding balance.

Birth and Discovery: Year 1
The wind howled and whistled as it tore through the rocks in Alterac. Draka was in her birthing bed and the Frostwolves gathered around her, eager to see the birth of their chieftain's heir. As they moved towards the tent a word began coursing through the crowd. "Green." The whelp had green skin. "He is corrupted," she thought. Aghast, a female orc, belly rounded with child staggered back from the crowd. Durotan and Drek'Thar were speaking to the mass of Frostwolves. Her thoughts were a deafening cyclone. She was sure they were discussing the end of the child. The banishment of it's mother. They wouldn't abide a green skinned spawn. Her hand flew to her belly and she set her jaw in determination. She had left her home following Durotan's orders. His assurances that it was "best for the clan." She had watched as her lifemate died a coward's death from a swampspider's poison. She would not die, weak from giving birth, to the whims of an imprudent chief. She had seen a yeti cave on their journey in, not a full day's journey from where she now stood. They were a warrior race, she would die a warrior's death.

The goblin cursed as he entered the cave. The smell of burnt yeti hair, rotting meat, and feces inundated the frozen air. "Smells like money." the foreman said. He was still entertaining what, exactly, it smelled like when he saw a lifeless brown mass on the cavern floor. Surrounded by dead yetis yet too small to be one, it looked like a large human, only uglier. Stark naked and with an axe in it's hand. The goblin struggled to roll the humanoid over. As he did, a grunt escaped from within the corpse. Greed lit a fire in the goblin. A small yeti, a parasite, a flesh eating spider? "Look at this," he yelled, to no one in particular, as he produced a small knife. The goblin cut open the orc and withdrew her son. The small orc flailed about as the goblin held it up by one leg. "Hells," he said to the infant, "You and the axe are worth more than a day's wage." "Send in the 'volunteers', it is all clear," he yelled, chuckling to himself. He spun on his heel, hooked the axe under it's blade and headed for the cave entrance.

Venture Company Internment, Fel involvement, and Release: Years 1-13
Jam learned to speak by listening to the goblins on the journey around the Eastern Kingdoms and back to the barrens. He was kept in a sack whenever he wasn't behind a locked door. They told him he was uglier than a gnome, with teeth like a pig and that they'd have to pay anyone who saw him. They poked his tusks and mocked his skinny ears. At three years of age, Jam stood taller than his goblin taskmasters but did not resist their orders. At five he was removed from the travelling expedition team he had been on and placed at the Boulderlode worksite. There, the ventrue company had made an agreement with rogue warlocks. Jam was empowered as the raging orcs of the invaiding force, forced to develop to a more usable age and size by their fel magics and demonic assistance.

Kept hidden from sight, Jam was overseen by human and ogre taskmasters due to his size. He was kept at the head of the workforce but separated from the other slaves. Guarded like a trade secret, the wars and events of Kalimdor had no impact on Jam as he toiled in the dirt, dust and rock.

The first time Jam saw another orc he was 11 years old. The chaos that ensued took all five human taskmasters and one ogre to quell. After subduing him, Boss Copperplug decided that it wouldn't be cost effective to kill Jam and lose an experienced and relatively content worker or to lose his newly acquired, and much larger, orc. Copperplug made the two orcs an offer. In exchange for his continued service, Jam would be taught to speak the language of the orcs and would also take on new responsibilities at the site. Jam did not hear any terms offered to the large orc that still looked alien to him.

As his orders stated, Jam ran mine carts and quelled disputes amongst the smaller "volunteers," as they were called, when directed. He didn't fear the electric jolt from whatever goblin machinery they were currently testing as a motivator, nor did he fear the beatings of the gnoll or human taskmasters. He only spoke goblin and orcish, so the jumbled mess the gnolls gibbered as they kicked or threw things at him just sounded comical. The humans sounded nicer but there intent was the same. The only thing Jam cared about was getting to talk to his friend, Rekgor, at the end of each day. Rekgor was a crafty old orc and Jam admired him. He was shorter than Jam, standing 6'5" but he was almost double his girth. Rekgor explained to Jam that he was a prisoner and told him of the orc's story outside his captivity. He spoke of their bloodlust, and the lethargy that gripped them now. He reminisced of the old ways, of shamanism and of another world. Jam was in awe of the stories but never doubted Rekgor's sincerity. Jam spoke very little and Rekgor talked almost constantly, growing more energetic and strengthening each day. Jam came to trust Rekgor completely. Numerous times Rekgor seemed to do the impossible, stopping rocks from falling right as Jam was sure they would. Producing water from the rock when Jam could find no stream. For two years Jam and Rekgor dug at the site in the Northern Barrens, turning the boulder lode worksite into the boulder lode mine.

The Barrens sun burned down on the Boulder lode mine as Wiley approached in his wagon. "Copperplug!" He shouted. "Where's my payment?!" Wiley looked around at the scene before him. "Slaves," he thought disgustedly, "No different than the trolls."

"Ahh, Wiley," Copperplug began, coming down from the second level of the site's outbuilding. "Let me cut ya short, pal." Wiley interjected, "I ain't here ta hear your pleasantries or excuses. I'm here for my gold, or Gazlowe'll be here for your hide. This is the balance." With that Wiley tossed a small clamped bill at Copperplug. Copperplug looked over the bill and then looked past Wiley at his wagon. "You alone, Wiley?" he asked perfidiously. "What's it matter to you, Coppertop? Send one of your lackeys to get my gold already, I got the cook watchin' shop." Copperplug tucked the bill into his vest pocket and looked back at an ogre "Send for the green," he said, "both of them." "Money'll be up in just a tick ol' Wiley," Copperplug sneered.

The sunlight was brighter than Jam wanted to endure as he approached the mine's entrance. He'd been digging inside and not allowed to leave for at least a year. "Listen, pup," his old friend said in a whisper, "whatever this is, it isn't good." The ogre that fetched the pair walked in front of them, his footfalls mixing with the pings and thuds of mining. "If anything starts, I want you to run. You've a life to live and I've a lifetime of blood to pay for." Jam nodded his understanding. "This conversation has happened before," he remembered, "close to when we met. This old orc is certain he must die to make up for his past." The piercing sun broke Jam's thought. The two orcs emerged into the warm Barrens air. Jam noticed the new goblin immediately. He was dressed nicer, not wearing leather or ragged cloth. His outfit looked soft. He was cleaner than any goblin he'd seen and had gold jewelry in his ears. "Here's my payment, Wiley," Copperplug said as the orcs arrived by his side, "These two are gonna allow you to leave and we're going to be even." "Well Copperslug," Wiley said chuckling, "I see you still think you see opportunity when you're staring at defeat. That's how ya ended up owing me so much if you recall. Thalo'thas, let's show 'em the collection cannon!" The canvas top on the back of the wagon was tossed aside and Jam raised his brows as a tall slender humanoid was revealed leaning on a large gun. "You see "Boss"," Wiley said mockingly, "What you've done here is brought me my payment, yeah? Cuz if that wasn't why you called these two orcs, I'm going to be forced to ask T up there to light the cannon." Copperplug stared ahead at the ship size cannon. "Yeah... Yeah Wiley, that's what I was doing. I don't have the money to pay ya," he blubbered, "so I called for my two best workers! You can take 'em! We're even now right?"
"The reason most people do not recognize an opportunity when they meet it is because it usually goes around wearing overalls and looking like Hard Work."

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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Cervantes » Mon Jul 06, 2020 1:29 pm

Here is my new character Azraelon The Vengeful for my Dungeons and Dragons campaign
but i'm also going to make him on turle wow when High Elfs are live.

Name: Azraelon
Real Name: Kaldur
Race: High Elf, Moon Elf
Class: Blood Hunter/ Hunter
House Name: Silent Run
Title: The Vengeful
Nickname: Tracker of Sin
Height: 5.9
Weight/Build: Slim 65 kg
Residence: Wander
Birthplace: High Forest / Eversong Woods
Motto: My Blood is my fuel to victory

Physical Description:
A slim build with white skin like the snow, long tied back white hair with elements of silver. Piercing blue eyes with a few specks of gold.

Brief History:
Azraelon believes he is the only survivor from his home village in the High Forest / Eversong Woods after the total destruction of his village, he looks for any way to gain new powers to aid him in his quest for revenge. It seems undead were the ones who are reasonable.
He sought out the Blood hunters / hunter and studied under his new master who was called Salvodor Darkmore.
He trained under the Darkmore order for a number of years. Darkmore told him about the power of the Worgen and told him that if you want to destroy the evil forces you need to become stronger. take this power and become a full member of the order, which he did. Now with his new skills and ability, he has become an adept mercenary and bounty hunter.

Darkmore order of the Worgen are different from most Worgen. They aren't mindless creatures. they can control their emotions via medication, magic, and self-discipline.These Worgen may resist being overcome by their feral instincts.

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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Yvory » Tue Apr 06, 2021 2:03 am

Name: Vendel Kingslight, Son of the noble Horace Kingslight the "Hammer"
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
House Name: House of the Wolven storm, supposedly destroyed a few years ago.
Title: /
Nickname: Ingame knowledge
Height: 1m 91
Weight/Build: 91 Kg
Residence:Ingame knowledge
Birthplace: Lordaeron, Caer Darrow
Motto:"Nobility ain't coming from a title, maggot, strongest paladin Ive ever known came from a goddamn farm. "

Physical appearance: Middle age man with a wild aspect but yet noble stance.
Brown long haired, and a face covered by a cared beard, his blue eyes, vigilants, stand out quite well, especially during the day.

Well built, he seems to be physically strong and knowledgeable about hard work.

He has a old scar drawing a C in his uncovered neck.

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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Oaksandcompany » Tue Jul 13, 2021 6:53 am

(Work in progress, will be updating as I get the time. I don't currently plan on doing anything in-depth at the moment, so it will be an informal profile. If I do end up going further, for reference, I average 2-6 paragraph replies. I just tend to RP better when I am not sober, as I have issues with memory retention and focus otherwise.)
  • Name: Tseiran (they/them)
  • Race: Tauren
  • Class: Shaman
  • Title: Wanderer
  • Nickname: Loafer, Smelly
  • Height: Roughly 10 feet
  • Weight/Build: Heavy, strong, chubby.
  • Residence: Nowhere in particular, but prefers cooler climates
  • Birthplace: Thunder Bluff
  • Motto: "Relax for two seconds, you might enjoy it."
Physical Description:
  • Black and white Holstein with a long, scruffy mane that is rarely brushed. Smells strongly of strawberries and skunk weed. Clothing tends to be light and comfortable. (won't be fully set on this until I get a commission)
Personality:
  • Tseiran is rather dopey and tired, easygoing. They are mostly deaf and have rather bad eyesight, instead relying as much on smell and touch as much they do with sight and hearing. From the outside, they seem lazy, often found in the shade munching on something or other, usually smoking something pungent. They hate to laugh at terrible puns and often complain about others working too hard.

    Despite their outward appearance, they tend to have a strong work ethic and have no issue going out of their comfort zone to help someone in need, whether it be carrying something heavy or deterring a ravenous beast from it's next meal. What they won't help with, however, is senseless violence. Like nearly any Tauren, Tseiran prefers a close connection with nature, taking only what they need and giving back when they can.
Brief History:
  • Tseiran tends to avoid talking about their past as often as they can. What they will to you is that after growing up in Thunder Bluff, Tseiran found their calling by running deliveries between the various camps, allowing for them to be at there as little as possible.
Other:
  • Likes:
Thunderstorms - Tseiran loves to lie out on the ground and watch the clouds light up while listening to the rain.
Trees - the sound wind blowing through the leaves, the trees creaking as they sway.
Nighttime - seeing the moon against the silhouette of the trees
  • Dislikes:

Heat - Tseiran doesn't handle the heat very well, it tends to sap their energy.
Alcohol - their stomach doesn't handle it very well
Flying - Tseiran has a pretty bad fear of heights and a fear of falling

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Eventually! I'll get a commission when enough money comes in. : P

RP info:
  • When I'm playing, I'm RP'ing as if Tseiran is playing the game. Very informal, I know lol. I have no plans on getting into more in-depth RP at the moment, but there will be a separate section that addresses in-depth RP if it happens.

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Muthari
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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Muthari » Sun Jul 18, 2021 6:57 pm

Name: Enthia
Race: High Elf
Class: Mage
House Name: N/A
Title: N/A
Nickname: Thia
Height: 5'2
Weight/Build: Slim
Residence: Stormwind
Birthplace: Quel'Thalas
Motto: Progress isnt made without mistakes.
Personality: Reserved but optomistic.

Physical Description:
Appearing young and lithe in stature, the elf seems like she would crumble with a stern backhand. Physically she isnt imposing at all. Deep red hair, often wore short. Sea blue eyes- She is about average for an Elven lady.

Brief History:
After the fall of Quel'Thalas the young mage had to make her way south. Though with her extremely limited knowledge of magic, the mage found herself more a burden than aid. The other mages far to busy with relief efforts to truly teach her anything- she opted to take the first chance she could to get to stormwind.

Her aptitude for magic is low enough though that even the various guilds within the districts refused her. Now adays she does her best with the limited magic she knows to make ends meat.


((Roleplayers note))
This character is ment to be a longplay session. Something that will take alot of time for her to devlop.
I prefer long drawn out scenes, slice of life, character building and D&D styled combat.
She is not an adventurer yet, She is not even a mage really. Little more than a village girl who can conjure a candle flame.
I am activly seeking some roleplay friends to help play this story out.

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Littlebirdd
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Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Littlebirdd » Wed Nov 03, 2021 1:45 pm

Name: Tajassa
Race: Troll (Revantusk Forest Trolls)
Class: Shaman
House Name: N/A
Title: N/A
Nickname: N/A
Height: 7'1
Weight/Build: Kinda skinny but a bit buffy.
Residence: Currently at Orgrimmar sometimes at Amani'Alor.
Birthplace: Revantusk Village at The Hinterlands
Motto: "Dont be cursin' at the horde or you gettin a voodoo curse from Tajassa!"

Physical Description:

Tajassa is a young savage Revantusk Troll Shaman, he's that type of troll that never forgive and give no second chance to an enemy, he's so hostile to the alliance, he forgets about ''honor'' sometimes if he couldn't control himself and then kills an honorless, unarmed and defense less enemies just because of his bloodthirst, he doesn't kill them by chopping them but putting a curse or throwing lightning bolts at them by their lightning mojo and communicating with the elements.

A really evil enemy but a cool and sometimes funny friend to the horde, he's that type of troll who doesn't go so noisy, his warpaint on his face ressembles an oni skull, means that he's a spellchucker or a mystic from his tribe.

He is a monstrous looking Troll, red eyes, very sneaky, hideous and a trickster.


Brief History:

Tajassa is one of the Revantusk Trolls that has been sent to Kalimdor by their Elder Torntusk to aid the horde.


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Aeliren
Posts: 11

Re: Character Bio Thread

Post by Aeliren » Thu Nov 25, 2021 1:51 am

Currently a Work in Progress.

Biographical Information:
  • Name: Reldo Cogspanner
  • Race: Gnome
  • Class: Warrior
  • Height: 3'6"
  • Weight/Build: Athletic
  • Residence: Tinker Town, Ironforge
  • Birthplace: Gnomeregan, Dun Morogh
Physical Description:
  • [Description Here]
Brief History:
  • A professional trooper, Reldo Cogspanner joined Gnomeregan's military at a young age, and fought both in the Second War against the Orcish Horde and against the troggs in the fall of Gnomeregan. After Sicco Thermaplugg's grand betrayal and the exodus of the remaining gnomes to Ironforge, Reldo has begun to travel the world, taking on people's hardships and strengthening himself through them in order to prepare himself for the war to retake Gnomeregan.
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Biographical Information:
  • Name: Erin Coilspring
  • Race: Gnome
  • Class: Hunter
  • Height: 3'3"
  • Weight/Build: Fit
  • Residence: Tinker Town, Ironforge
  • Birthplace: Gnomeregan, Dun Morogh
Physical Description:
  • [Description Here]
Brief History:
  • [Backstory Here]
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Biographical Information:
  • Name: Megwynn Wyatt
  • Race: Human
  • Class: Rogue
  • Title: Operative
  • Nickname: "Meg"
  • Height: 5'5"
  • Weight/Build: Lithe
  • Residence: Various
  • Birthplace: Boralus, Kul Tiras
Physical Description:
  • [Description Here]
Brief History:
  • Born in a traditionally military family, Megwynn Wyatt was raised by her aunt and uncle after her parents were killed during the battle of Theramore when Lord Admiral Daelin Proudmoore's blockade was destroyed. Growing up she followed in her parents' footsteps and joined the Kul Tiras Navy, however her natural aptitude in the ways of subtlety and subterfuge were noticed by her superiors during training, and she was offered a place as a covert operative, travelling abroad in service to her nation.
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Biographical Information:
  • Name: Drenal G. Cogshanks
  • Race: Goblin
  • Class: Rogue
  • Title: "Acquisitions Expert"
  • Height: 3'4"
  • Weight/Build: Pudgy
  • Residence: Razor Hill, Durotar
  • Birthplace: Bilgewater Port, Isle of Kezan
Physical Description:
  • [Description Here]
Brief History:
  • [Backstory Here]
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Biographical Information:
  • Name: Delios Silverblade
  • Race: High Elf
  • Class: Paladin
  • Title: Knight of the Silver Hand
  • Height: 5'9"
  • Weight/Build:
  • Residence: Wandering
  • Birthplace: Quel'thalas
Physical Description:
  • [Description Here]
Brief History:
  • [Backstory Here]

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