Name: Arcturis Blackthorne
Race: Formerly gilnean human, infected with the worgen curse after the Shattering.
Languages: Common,basic Darnassian
Faction: Gilneas Liberation Front(former member) ; Mercenary;
Story: Arcturis is the son of the noble Geralt Blackthorne and Amanda Aradell and was the older brother of Elizabeth Blackthorne. As a child, he was a prodigy: he could blend into the shadows and could shoot a longbow by the time he was 10. When he was 16, he joined his father for a hunting trip, during which Geralt was fataly wounded by a boar, dieing in the hands of the young lad. When the boar struck down his father, he felt a rage so intense , he killed the boar with a single slash. Arcturis greatly mourned the death of his father, who taught him how to follow tracks, hold a sword and shoot a bow. In homage to his father, he brought the boar's corpse home, from who's tusks he built a pair daggers of great sentimental value to him. As a coupe de graçe from destiny, during the Worgen curse outbreak his mother died at the hands of the vicious beasts while Arcturis was locked in combat a few yards from her. His beloved little sister was killed by the devastating plague unleashed by the forsaken during the bombardment of Gilneas City. Because he was helping other fellow gilneans, Arcturis didn't notice when Elizabeth inhaled the toxic gas that put an end to her life. Horribly scared by the deaths of his only relatives, and blaming himself and his inability for their deaths, Arcturis found solace in the call of the wilds, embracing the power of the worgen curse, further enhancing his speed and reflexes and joined the Gileas Liberation Front, claiming revenge against the Forsaken. But this was short lived, as Crowley retreated his troops from Silverpine under threats from Sylvanas. Feeling betrayed by Crowley, who put his daughter before the battle against the Forsaken, Arcturis was left as a hollow carcass, devoid of emotion and with no hopes, but only one goal:to exact revenge from the Forsaken at any cost.
Personality: For a young man, Arcturis has gone through many tragedies. After the events of the Shattering and the departure from Gilneas, Arcturis became a hired blade:he would fight, scout, steal and kill for the highest bidder. He feels no remorse, no love and has no hopes for a better future. His only condition is that the targets of his kill contracts are not Forsaken. A swift return to their graves would be a merciful death for the killers of his beloved sister.
Although usualy calm, it took Arcturis months to be able to control his worgen form:when he was discovered during an infiltration in Ashenvale, he panicked, triggering the worgen form and slaughtering the inhabitants of the outpost he was supposed to gatter information about. He roamed the woods for weeks trying to calm down until he was helped by the night elves, who would teach him how to control his inner beast , and use the nature into his advantage, teaching him how to walk through forests without a sound and how to shoot a bow from the cover of leaves.
Under service of the night elves, Arcturis gathered informations about the Horde's plans for ashenvale and helped defend Astranaar on numerous occasions.
Then, he made his way to Stranglethorn, where he gathered numerous mystic tablets from the local tribes , while also fulfilling contracts from the Booty Bay inhabitants.
Appearance: After contacting the curse, Arcturis has become taller and more muscular. He has pitch black long hair, and usualy wears a long coat with a hood shadowing his merciless hazel eyes. For someone who went through numerous battles and who works as a hired sword, it is curious that Arcturis wears no battle scars: he is said to have never been SEEN by his targets, let alone hit by them.
While in worgen form, which he rarely uses, he has dark fur , a long mane , and cruel, silver eyes.
Weapons: An elven longbow; two claw-like fist weapons; A curved sword, lots of throwing daggers ; Smoke bombs.
1.The Assassination of Gul'thok.
It was a cold, yet not uncommon night in Duskwood:the now cursed forest would scare most adventurers and make them seek refuge from the night, or search for a caravan, for not many beings would dare enter the Tranquil Gardens Cemetery at midnight. A tall hooded figure wearing a long leather coat approached the cemetery, not using the path leading to the main road, but rather by sneaking by the north path.
Arcturis could feel the evil of this place, but even though he had no powers over the holy light, he didn't fear the supernatural forces that inhabited this area.
He could see his target:Gul'Thok, an orc necromancer whom he was tasked to murder, take any documents he had and investigate them. His footsteps were as soft as a cougar's and he quickly snuck behind the undead servants of the necromancer, who weren't aware of his pressence. The necromancer looked at the black sky as if waiting...
"A few more steps...and I'll be out of this cursed place" thought Arcturis..but right as he aimed for Gul'Thok's backed neck, there was a huge explosion and a ring of smoke surrounded the human.
"What the he-"
"You've a long way ahead of you if you want to be a true darkness dweller"
"You've been betrayed. Your employer actualy wanted you out of the game. He told me you'll come. And I was prepared. "
"Well, your disappearence was impressing, and you are the first kill target to ever escape my blade but not for long"
With a roar, Arcturis lept forward, aiming to slash Gul'Thok with his fistblades. Yet in an instant, Gul'Thok conjured a bone shield that broke the assassin's blade.
"Hmph. Not bad. But I have a few tricks of my own." Arcturis reached with his other fist blade just to stop as Gul'thok was raising the shield, using it as a spring, and landing behind Gul'thok, slashing him across his back.
"ARGH!ENOUGH OF THIS" yelled the necromancer, and through the powerful magic of the orc, Arcturis saw the deaths of his beloved ones...he fell down and caught his legs in a fetus position, shaking violently .
"Tremble, mortal as I devour your soul whole in the name of Sylvanas!" said the necromancer, as the image of his dead little sister was forced into Arcturis' mind.
"You have to be strong. One day, you'll want to avenge her. You have to live!" a tiny voice inside Arcturis' head said .
"This is for you Liz!" shouted the human as feral instict took over. In an instant, the necromancer's spell was broken and before him stood a giant wolf-like bypedic being with silver eyes and claws the lenght of a sword.
"What in the world..Help me my minions!" cried the necromancer, as skeletons, ghouls and what-not attacked the worgen. But they were no match for the fury of the beast who tore through them as a knife cuts through stormwind brie. In the end, the necromancer fell victim to the weapon he cherished most:terror. His spells could no longer hit their target and he fell under the claws of the worgen.
After a brief moment, Arcturis, reverting to normal form, searched through the orc's letters only to find a sealed envelope bearing the mark of the apothecarium. His heart was engaged in a race against time itself as he read the letter:
"After you're done with him, bring his body at Beggar's Haunt. Avoid Darkshire and cross through Brightwood Grove and Manor Mistmantle You should be able to subdue the worgen there. Be fast. We leave at noon(No one patrols these woods during the day) with a caravan of mixtures and alchemical ingredients for a new acid that can melt steel in a second,
As Arcturis transformed voluntarily into a worgen for the first time, disappearing into the cold night, the mangled corpse of Gul'thok remained behind, to be taken back into the earth, as a testament to never temper with a worgen's emotions.
2.Beggar's Haunt(for the purpose of the story we will suppose The Hermit didn't move here yet)
As dawn lit the crown of the trees, Arcturis raced against time , and in a few hours he reached the little road leading to the tower. As he slipped into the shadows using his more agile worgen form, Arcturis noticed that there was no move on the ground level.
"They must've packed already. They're waiting for the orc." As he studied the tower he heard steps down the stairs. He waited for the perfect moment, ready to plunge his claws into the chest of the forsaken.
"3..2..what the-" There was a human. His employer -who sent him to his death. Without taking any chances , the worgen surprised the human , lifting him up and strangling him with his bare hands.
"What's going down there?"
"Do as I say. Tell him you tripped." "Everything's alright, I just fell. We're good to go"
"Good boy. " and he knocked him unconcious. "Now to finish the job"
Silently ascending the stone, spiral stairs , Arcturis saw the apothecary mixing substances at his desk. One problem though: an old steel barred door blocked the way. "There's no time for this" Arcturis whispered to himself. He pounced into the tiny door knocking it down.
"What in the world are you do-ARGHHH" was all the apothecary could say, for the worgen caught him already.
"You're mine forsaken...why did you try to kill me?"
"we have watched your progress. We forsaken, have eyes everywhere. We will find you. Capture you and kill you with our plague as we did to your sister. You may kill me now , but you'll learn nothing from me. I feel no pain."
"I won't kill you.Death is a merciful end for a forsaken.I cannot torture you as I have no powers upon the light. Luckily, there's a group of draenei missionaries in the city, who will be more than happy to "infuse" you with the holy light".
"YOU wouldn't dare! My brothers will torture you!
"They won't...I'll stage my own death...the orc is dead...after I'm done with you and this pathethic worm who sent me to my death I'll place a disfigured corpse at the cemetery...On your pathway to Stranglethorn I'll leave the Orc's and the human's body and a few beasts of the wood...it shouldn't take too long. Now that I can change my shape at will, it shouldn't be hard to hide from your shadowstalkers."
"You'll die horribly, worgen, HEAR ME!"
"Oh but I will hear you, when the draenei are done with you, all of Duskwood will have heard you".
If anything , Arcturis learned to always trust his instincts. Information may be innacurate and traitorous, eyes may deceive and ears may become deaf, but the heart never lies.
He also learned that he should never, at any costs, reveal his location while fulfilling a kill contranct, as being revealed only complicates things.
After staging the death of the forsaken supply transport, Arcturis vanished into Stranglethorn, in search of more challenges to hone his skills, wealth for buying various equipment and gain influence, and anger to store for his single desire:revenge.
Strengths/Weaknesses: As someone who has lost everything, Arcturis cares not for love and simpathy. He is a cold-blood murdered who uses the dark to his advantage and who has complete control upon his worgen curse: he can shift into a beast at will.
Perphaps his greatest weakness is his greatest strenght, and vice-versa: having no emotions, Arcturis has no friends. He is alone in a war-torn world . He also tries to extract information from various targets, potentialy compromising his task. As skilled as he is with small blades, he cannot effectively use two handed weapons and maces. He would rather solve tasks the easy way, not caring for the dangers he exposes himself to and often being forced to flee.