So this is my first ever rp character... its not done yet but I want to know what you guys think of it so far. Thanks for any and all
Name: John (Saunders), Nightwalker
Languages: Common, Elfish (Quel’dorei)
Personality: John may appear to be well-mannered, soft, and kind gentle hearted being on the outside; but within lays a ruthless cold hearted assassin who will do anything and everything in his power to destroy those who pose a threat to things he loves the most.
Likes: John enjoys the simple things in life. Being raised by the Night Elves at a young age; he was thought to become one with nature and to respect the natural world. John enjoys to fishing, hiking, training horses, and spending time with animals and being in the outdoors.
Dislikes: Orcs and Goblins. The constant assaults on Ashenvale hosted by the Orcs and the deforestation being done by the Goblins and funded by the Warchief himself; John has a bitter distaste for the Horde and will stop at nothing to destroy anyone that attempts to cause harm to the natural world or the Alliance.
Appearance: John stands at a towering 6’2”, long flowing hazelnut hair just gently touching his shoulders in length, eyes as dark as the night itself and a beard so thick and bushy that it would keep his identity anonymous to anyone that does not already know the Ranger.
John’s normal attire usually consists of a light brown Deer pelt sewed together himself and a matching pair of pantaloons that have been cut in length to just cusp the bottom of his knees. But when John is going to hunt or go to battle he wears armour entirely made up of the finest Nightsaber pelts in all of Ashenvale making him damned near impossible to see with the naked eye unless he wants to be.
Strengths: Due to the nature of his upbringing with the Night Elves John has learned how to hide in the shadows of the trees and adapt to his surroundings. Strong like an Ox and nimble as a Fox, John is a very tough opponent to overcome when he is focused.
Weaknesses: While John was raised primarily by the Night Elves he is still a Human at heart. His emotions can and will get the better of him during battle; especially when it comes to battling Goblins and Orcs.
History: It was year 8, John’s mother Annabelle laid in her bed sweating profusely and moaning in agony screaming to her husband Dave “It’s time, the baby is coming!”. Dave came crashing through the door telling Annabelle that the siege of Stormwind had started and that they needed to leave immediately. Annabelle fearing for the life of her unborn child struggled to even sit up on her bedside. “Dave I can’t leave, I am too weak. The baby is straining on my body; I cannot leave until this baby is born.” Dave replied to Annabelle while frantically running around the house grabbing everything he could fit into his satchels “Anna if we don’t leave now we will all die; we will worry about the baby when we are safe.” Annabelle sat thinking for a moment what they should do when all of the sudden she heard the sound of thunder and the house started to rumble and shake. Pictures falling off of the walls, the candle that lay beside her bed fell off her table and came crashing to the floor; soon after she heard distant screams of women, men, and children screaming in terror “The Orcs are here! Run for your Lives!” At that moment she then knew that it was time to leave and make their escape; but to where will they be escaping too?
Moments later Annabelle had gotten herself up and gathered up enough strength to make it to the door where Dave was eagerly watching out the window to check for any invaders and to make sure it was safe. Annabelle said to Dave “Where exactly are we going to go? Elwynn is surely over run with Orcs and the Deeprun Tram is too far away; I don’t think I have the strength to make it that far.” Dave turned to Annabelle and said “We’re going sneak out the back door… through the harbour my dear.” Annabelle stood there bent over clasping at her bulging stomach and said “I don’t care how or where we go as long as it is safe.” Dave realized how urgent the situation was; he dropped his satchels, grabbed Annabelle’s hand and made a run for it towards the harbour in hope that not all of the ships had been taken or already left. Luckily enough the Orcish invaders had not made it to the harbour yet and Dave and Annabelle made it there without any confrontation, but to their dismay all of the ships had been already left… except one. It was unlike anything they had ever seen before. It was not a ship crafted by humans, it was made of a darker wood in colour and sailed purple and white sails hung by a towering yet frail looking mast in the middle of the ship. Annabelle stopped to take a breath while Dave was frantically jumping up and down trying to get the attention of anyone aboard the ship; but to their dismay there didn’t appear to be anyone aboard the ship. Moments after they stopped they heard a deep growling voice scream “Check the Harbour, let none escape!” Annabelle stood with a look of absolute horror in her face “Dave… we have to go now.” Dave looked at Annabelle with the same look of horror in his eyes. “I will hold them off for as long as I can Anna, you have to get to the ship now.”