Name: Lane Bloodpaw
Fluent Languages: Pandaren, Common, Orcish
Knows select bits of the following languages: Darnassian, Thalassian, Taur-ahe, Dwarven, Zandali
Personality: Lane's personality is unlike the average Pandaren, which is a reason for his wandering. He is very quick to anger, and tended to use his rage with a combination of technique in his weaponry while in training when he was on Pandaria (which helped lead to his outcast). He despises martial arts, and finds it weak and easy compared to wielding weapons, this may or may not be because of his clumsiness at it, and so he prefers to master weaponry for battle. Despite some of his bloodlust, Lane loves to explore, find new places and cultures, and learn new things, everything of the outside world he has entered intrigues him, and he is quite friendly to those willing to be friendly in return. He is very intellectual, but not necessarily wise, and can make rash decisions used on the information he has at the time. Wandering and learning are his passions, he seeks no interest to be apart of a faction or group, and favors going out and seeing what the world has to offer him.
Likes: Fighting and Dueling
Learning about different cultures and the languages, religions, and philosophies they follow
Dislikes: Beer and all types of alcohol
Weaponless Fighting (the majority of martial arts, though he does enjoy fighting in a martial art style with staves)
Intruders, and people trying to abolish other culture
An extreme dislike/fear of rodents. (including rabbits)
Appearance: Lane is a little less round on the belly than most Pandaren are, yet not at the point where he would be considered skinny by a normal non-pandarian standards. His height is slightly above the average Pandarian standard, making him moderately tall. He has gleaming yellow eyes, and very few patches of black on his fur, with most of it being white. His ears point back a tad, looking slightly elvish, yet keeping their pandarian features. On his face Lane has a large scar, yet hard to view from afar due to it being hidden under his fur. He is very muscular in the arms, yet slightly less in the legs due to the fact he swings around weapons all day, and is always doing some physical. When not in combat his face will appear joyous, with a plump and happy aura around it, yet catch him in a fight and you will see the face become more with a look of a bloodlust fel orc in the middle of a battlefield swarming with humans.
Lane does not wear heavy armor, for he feels like it holds him down, so he sticks with a light leather jacket showing off some of the hair on his chest, with a small coat of chain mail hidden beneath it. On his legs he wears a thick leather panting to help protect him when climbing and travelling, and he travels barefoot and helmless currently. On average Lane likes to use whatever type of weapon he can find in his environment, bet it a large wooden stick lying around, and so he doesn't tend to like to carry weapons with him, though in case he can't find a weapon he always carries his favorite sword he named Mian Dui Siwang, or for short Miandi. The blade is quite long for a one handed sword, and is single edged with a large curve to it's end as the blade slowly gets wider near it's end. The hilt of the blade is is black with a white appearence of a metallic skull on the edge of the handle. The blade is always kept sharp, and can cut through small to moderately small trees without a problem.
Extremely skilled and precised at all sorts of weaponry
Clumsy in unarmed combat
Alcohol (when drank it effects him in fairly worse ways than your average drunkard, and it doesnt take much)
Lane grew up on Pandaria long before the shattering broke through the mist, he was raised by his parents who wanted him to learn their ways of beer loving, martial arts, a balancing calm of the mind to have no anger or hate, and a love to gluttonous eating and cooking. As Lane went through lessons, Lane ultimately failed at any kind of unarmed fighting, he was very clumsy, yet when he picked up a sword, staff, or any weapon other than his own fists for that matter he excelled, yet not in a way his parents wanted him to.
As he learned by himself how to wield many weapons, his parents began to notice a fuel source that was practically Sha bait, it was that Lane almost always fought with rage and anger despite his parents teachings. His parents though had not given up on him yet, and decided that maybe letting him learn to love beer, which he had been refusing to drink, would help calm him. Yet at the first taste of the alcohol, he spat it out in disgust, and when forced to drink a couple pints of it he turned out dreadfully sick the next day. His parents however still had one more option, that maybe he would find a love of cooking and eating, and not have to worry himself of the world of fighting. Yet the results wielded a couple pandaren getting food poisoning from rather clumsy cooking, plus the fact he was no where near the chubbiness of his pandaren friends.
Lane was then sent to the elders of their shao'din, which they all agreed on he had no place in their shao'din's culture, because no matter how patient they would be with him, teaching him any of the ways of the Pandaren was ultimately hopeless. Because of this Lane was outcast and forced to wander Pandaria to fend for himself.
As Lane travelled through Pandaria, he began to have a passion and love of learning the many cultures of the races that existed around him, and he devoted time to try his best to study and interact with the friendly ones, and have a brawl to the death to the ones that preferred to try to kill him. It was during his travels through Pandaria that he finally found a way through the mist, and so he travelled out on his own to explore the vast unknown world beyond him, with a small hope in mind that these cultures despised beer as much as he did.
Added short segement
He eventually arrived to Kalimador and later the Eastern Kingdoms, interacting, and learning about the various cutlures, languages, religions, and lifestyles around him.