Granulf Blackwood

[Granulf]

{Name} ~ Granulf Eucard Blackwood
{Race} ~ Worgen
{Age} ~ 24
{Class} ~ Rogue, scout, thief

{Character History} ~ All he wanted was the approval of others. No matter what kind, he would always strive for it, often looking the fool. He was always following those he thought were superior to him, seeking to be superior himself, but always falling short at the slightest hint of disapproval. Underneath all this, however, was strong willpower, cunning and guile. Scheming ways to impress everyone, his failures were made up for by how creative his ideas were. He was dependent on others for most of his life, but things changed for the better later in life. His underlying intelligence came forth, and he became an inspiration to others in times of trial.

Granulf was born just a year before the second war, into an upper class family of renowned jewelers. He was the second youngest child of five, and the youngest boy, having only one younger sister. His parents were arrogant, proud, and self-righteous bastards. He grew up fawning over the other children, following suit even when things went against his morals, just to gain the respect of people he didn't even necessarily like. He began learning the arts of jewel crafting when he was seven, and this coupled with the fights he always got into lead him to waste his education and land up in the wrong company. By the age of 15, he was joining gangs and taking part in turf wars. He was quite the brawler, training hard at home, all of course for the sake of approval.

Three weeks before his 16th birthday, he was walking out in the garden, smoking his fathers pipe, when a horse-drawn cart pulled up outside his families estate. Two men in tophats strode towards him, and he quickly hid the pipe. They were wearing the royal Gilnean seal upon their fingers, and when Granulf saw these, he made a dash for it, thinking they were after him for some petty theft or violent act during his time spent with his gang. He was easily caught and detained, and was taken away in their carriage.

By detained, of course, he was bludgeoned to unconsciousness, as only a Gilnean would know how. He awoke in a rat-ridden stone cell smelling of piss. He spent the next five days without any contact with anyone, and by the light of a slowly dying lantern. On the morning of the sixth day, he was visited by none other than Lord Vincent Godfrey. He was shouting protests and asking what he had done wrong as they took him away through an underground prison block at the command of Godfrey. He was scared out of his wits, only recently reaching manhood, and after a few minutes gave up, letting himself be dragged up into an impressive looking mansion. He was dumped into an ornate fauteuil in the upper levels of the building, in what appeared to be a study. Godfrey sat behind his desk, looking gravely at Granulf through his spectacles, the lenses of which turned opaque in the light's reflection, giving him a soulless look. Granulf closed his eyes, the brightness of the sun shining through the window smarted his eyes. Godfrey ordered wine to be brought in, along with some food. Granulf was absolutely famished, having only a leaking pipe and a jug of water for drink, and no food. He ate and drank ravenously, savoring the food similar to his own back home. After an hour of breaking his fast, the first word was spoken by Granulf. He sat back contently, not caring for why he was brought here, only thankful that he was fed and watered. Godfrey smiled. 'Recognize this?' he said, and he clicked his fingers. One servant came in with a sack, a stain of blood slowly spreading across the bottom. A putrid stench filled the office as the bloody sack was placed in front of Godfrey. He put on a glove and grabbed the sack from the bottom, turning it over. Something rolled out, and Granulf wretched. Regurgitating his meal and soiling himself at the same time, he looked at the floor, clutching his stomach, as the object rolled off the desk and right at his feet. The severed head of his second eldest brother stared up with him, eyes unseeing. He sat there in shock, pale as a ghost. A small chuckle broke him out of his reverie and Godfrey stood up, coming over and placing his hand in vice like grip on Granulf's shoulder.

Granulf was questioned... extremely thoroughly, regarding the death of his brother. Apparently they had found evidence of him murdering his brother and his wife and children. He of course had nothing to do with it, and by the end of the day, as a whole day it took to worm everything they could out of him, they sent him back to his cell. He spent another day in the 'Shithole', as he had christened it, when a small note came to him, carried by a guard. The note was in an envelope, which was carelessly opened and resealed, and it read plans for Granulf's escape. The note was encrypted in the crude runes that were unique to each gang, and only members of which could read, and from what he understood, the Bloodfangs (as the gang was called) were keen to get him out as soon as possible.

to be continued.

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[ELYPOP]

Looking forward to seeing it.

[Lithic]

Paragraphing is the best way to break that wall up and make it more aesthetically pleasing =).

[Mistress Elizabeth]

Using a Word Processor helps even more in avoiding losing everything you wrote. Just write on a word processor, save it somewhere, then copy and paste.

You also get some other benefits, like a spell checker which is a pretty good excuse on it's own to use a word processor like Word.

[ELYPOP]

It's looking good so far. I'm interested to see how he ended up in Arugal's hands, since that's the only way a Worgen could have existed before the Cataclysm. Also, add in some personality, and detail his strengths and weaknesses. Looking forward to more!

[Granulf]

Ill add the personality, strengths, weaknesses and equipment after the Bio