Name: Ralbel Morx, The Fierce
Race: Blood Elf
Class: Warrior (Armsman)
Alignment: True Neutral
Likes/Dislikes: His homeland of Quel’thalas/ The state it has been left by the scourge, The state his race is at, The undead.
Ralbel has a short black hair. He has disregarded all kinds of physical care, deeming it unnecessary in combat, where it’s all blood and sweat. He has a short beard under his chin and a scar on his left eye that luckily did not destroy his eye ball. It is unknown to anyone how he came to have that scar, but he says it’s something that reminds him of something very important. All he has bothered to reveal to those that dare ask is that the scar is relatively recent.
Ralbelt used to wear the same issued armor given to Queldorein Guards, but once sent to The Outlands under official orders, he began collecting battle trophies from adversaries and began to use them as his own. Due to his hatred of the undead, he would often take his time to pursuit an unsuspecting death knight when he was out alone. During his time in Hellfire Peninsula, it is said he killed more adventuring Death Knights than a Fel Reaver, the majority being Alliance, but even a few of them being Horde, as he did not cared about faction when he was out to kill.
History: Ralbel has never liked talking about his past life, once he had arrived adult-hood, with his parents long gone, he sought out to destroy every document from his past and start a new life with no prestige, only a made up name and an alter to his appearance. Since his entrance into the Quel’Dorei forces, Morx has been a warrior of questionable morals, but extremely effective to not use in combat by his superior. Often, he would go around the forests of Ghostland, seeking battle, being extremely cocky of his abilities, until finally meeting an equal match and just barely winning through the fight with fatal wounds. He was saved by the mercy of the light, as a traveling priestess, who he fell in love with, healed his wound. His love for the woman grew like his skill in combat, proclaiming that he would love her for the rest of his life. The priestess complied, but her life of priesthood would soon pull them apart without giving fruit to their love, as she would again take her role of traveling priestess in the northern lands of Lordaeron. During the years following her disappearance, hard times came over Quel’Thalas, as the scourge marched in, leaving a destructive path that would scar the land for years to come. He managed to survive the Scourge and the onslaught of Arthas on his homelands out of the pure stubbornness of wanting to see her face again, but destiny would play a cruel card to him as he would finally meet her again… the day of her funeral almost 4 years after the third war.
Ralbel has since then moved over the lands of the Eastern Kingdom aimlessly, until the horns of war rang again, as the now newly established Blood Elves would take arms together with The Horde. His loyalty, still being with those who remained in Quel’Thalas, had no problem siding with both Orcs, who he had fought against along humans, the Trolls, who he harbored great hatred for, and Taurens, allies of both factions. What he did have a hard time swallowing though, was the presence of the accursed Forsaken, those unnatural creatures that were no better than the mindless hoard of monsters that ravaged his homeland. Even though, he swallowed deep, for now. His battles would drag him around the northern Eastern Kingdom, inside the Plagued Lands, for months until the Dark Portal was again open, ending up with his assignment at Thrallmar, under command of Nazgrel, The Overseer of Thrallmar.