"I'll kill a man in a fair fight. Or if I think he's gonna start a fair fight. Or if he bothers me. Or if there's a woman. Or if I'm gettin' paid. Mostly when I'm gettin' paid." - Jayne Cobb, Firefly

"Pain heals. Chicks dig scars. Glory lasts forever."

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(( Currently inactive outside planned RPs. NPC / fun solo PvP character. May revisit at a later date. ))


Full Name: Llucas Nightwind, rarely if ever gives his surname
Nicknames: Llu to some
Age: Unknown. Demeanor would suggest he's young, but certain moments betray his years.
Race: Blood Elf
Gender: Male
Hair: Blood Red. Worn waist-length and loose, though sometimes tied back in a tail by his neck.
Skin: Slightly tanned
Eyes: Fel-green
Height: Taller side of average
Weight: Average

Place of Residence: Tranquillen. Has also taken a room at the Silvermoon City Inn since he has been staying there more and more the past months.
Place of Birth: Goldenmist Village
Known Relatives: Unknown
Occupation: "Jack of all trades, master of none, though often better than a master of one". Takes odd jobs of the stealthy, information gathering, spying, stealing, blood spilling variety. Curiously, even when he hasn't been working he never seems to be lacking coin.

Likes:
Favorite Foods: Meat, fish
Favorite Drinks: Anything alcoholic
Favorite Colors: Red and Black
Weapons of Choice: Blades. Also half decent with a bow.
Dislikes: Politics, nobles, liars, people who are two-faced, mages, rules, the Silvermoon Guard.
Hobbies: Flowers

Physical Features: While a number of small knicks and scars freckle his body, the most striking is a large jagged arc that stretches across his throat. There is also a large, but faded, burn scar across his right shoulder blade and the back side of the same arm.

Positive Personality Traits: Extremely protective of the few he cares about.
Negative Personality Traits: Pride. Quick to anger. Would cut off his nose to spite his face. Doesn't know when to hold his tongue. Can generally be referred to as a 'punk kid'.
Misc. Quirks: His speech shifts from unrefined street rat to strong and articulate, depending on the situation and mood. It is hard to tell which "voice" is forced. - Telling him he can't do something will often result in an all out attempt to prove you wrong.

Views on other races:
Rarely deals with non-Blood Elves. The other races he's met so far have only draw his ire (especially orcs)

History:
Many years ago... there were three. Two light-haired sisters of the Autumn rain, and a fiery red-headed boy. The guardian, the healer and the trickster. They were inseparable in all that they did...

FICS / STORIES:
Still Searching
At Any Cost
My Friend. My Enemy.