Name: Charles Huntson Age: 29 Race: Worgen Gender: Male Class: Assassin
Languages: Since he is now a neutral party, Charles knows both common and orcish, so that he can get contracts from either side of the Horde vs Alliance conflict. The worgen also knows gutterspeak. Before the Forsaken took it up as their official language, gutterspeak was the tongue spoken by those of the less-than-lawful variety towards others of similar persuasion. Umbrus used this language a lot for communication.
Personality: Charles cares not for the kingdom of Gilneas, nor its people, nor its allies or enemies. He only cares for himself and his brothers and sisters within Umbrus doesn't mind death, for it was a normal aspect of his life while he grew up. His sense of humor is morbid. Oftentimes if he is with a group, if he finds a corpse, he'll ask "Anyone else just get hungry?" or something similar.
Vicious and cruel, Charles is very capable in combat, whether in open fighting, guerilla-style combat, or stealth assassination. His horrible sense of humor comes into play again with his killing, where he attempts to find the most creative, or gruesome, ways to kill his target. Whether it's a kick to the groin with a quick stab to the face or an arrow imbued with the element of flame imbedded in an opponent's rear end, Charles will find a way to kill with skill.
Appearance: While in human form, Charles appears to be a fairly tall, thin man with long, straight, black hair just starting to turn gray, with a salt-and-pepper goatee. His eyes are green and appear tired, yet upon closer inspection reveal the fiery spirit of the Gilnean. When in worgen form, his fur is of a bluish gray, with fairly small, pointed ears. His eyes are orange, and he is more muscled than when in his human form.
In either form he wears either a nobleman's attire for whenever he won't get into a fight, or a personalized set of armor. The set is made of hardened and layered gray leather with gold filigree and crimson cloth for decoration. In his pauldrons are straps where he keeps an assortment of throwing and combat knives. At all times, however, he carries twin daggers, and a sword. When on an assignment or out in the field, he also brings along a bow and a quiver containing a variety of enchanted arrows.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Charles is a master of fighting from many different ranges and using different tactics, depending on the situation. When in his worgen form, he is even stronger, able to perform much more gruesome kills. However, while being in his more bestial form does give him more physical strength, it also inhibits his ability to be stealthy, as well as his ability to move in tight-spaces. As such, he only reveals his worgen form if he is in a tight spot and needs that brute force to extricate himself from such.
History: Charles never knew his mother or father. They tried looking everywhere for him, but they could never find him. They heard the rumors of children born under the constellation of the Shadow, but they didn't listen, and they wondered if they were true. The rumor said that children of the northern kingdoms born under the sign of the Shadow were taken by a demon-worshiping cult to be sacrificed to their fel masters. This was partly untrue.
The young Gilnean boy was taken from his parents by a guild of assassins called Umbrus, a secret society whose influence spread from Quel'Thalas to the boarders of Khaz'Modan. His childhood was spent in training of his mind and his body. He learned everything there was to know about assassination and stealth. In particular, he excelled at ranged combat. Ten times out of ten he could throw a knife hilt-deep into the stump of wood he and the rest of the children used for target practice. He was also excellent with the bow and arrow, calling his shots from fairly long distances. The only friends he had were his fellow children, his brothers and sisters in the guild. His mentors were masked and had no name, save "Master". They drove the children hard, even pitting them against each other.
When he turned eighteen, Charles had completed his training and was granted full membership into Umbrus. Only he and three other children, two girls and one boy, survived the process. After his graduation, he learned how the guild operated. There were drop points throughout the northern kingdoms, where people would put requests. Then, representatives of the guild, called Seekers, would contact those who requested a service from Umbrus. The pair would make an agreement on the terms of the hit and the requester would sign a contract in blood. Then the job, or contract, would be assigned to a member of the guild. If the job was done in the preferred manner (say if someone wanted the hit to look like an accident) and there were no snags, the assassin would receive a bonus of some kind, usually extra gold. Umbrus worked in many different kingdoms, and each kingdom had a separate guild house, or sanctuary. The Gilnean sanctuary, for instance, was hidden within the capital city's underground tunnels, abandoned long ago.
For several years, Charles took out contracts on many throughout Gilneas, nearly all of them executed perfectly. The only slip-up he ever made during this time was when he was commissioned to kill an old nobleman in a way so that it looked like an accident. Unfortunately, he was unable to stage the accident, for the bodyguard had noticed a vague shape of black moving around on the upper floor. Just as he was about to unfasten the chandelier from the attic, so it would drop down and kill the old man, he was attacked by the bodyguard. Making quick work of the poor fool, and unfastening the chandelier, he sped out of the mansion. Since the bodyguard was killed, he did not receive his bonus, but he still got paid.
It was during this time that he was infected by the worgen. Charles was wandering through the woods, looking for more herbs to extract poison from, when he heard a sound; a shuffling, growling sound. His head turning towards the noise, he saw a wolf-like beast crouching on the ground. Before he could even put an arrow to the bowstring, the beast leapt at him and bit his arm. taking an arrow from his quiver, he stabbed the creature in the throat, which began fizzling due to the fiery enchantments of the arrow.
He was worried. That thing had been one of the worgen some of his brothers and sisters talked about. Soon, he would become one of them, for their bite transferred the curse. Rushing to the sanctuary, he informed his masters about his soon-to-be condition. No fools, his masters concocted a potion, similar to the one the chief alchemist of Greymane was designing (they probably stole it from him), except it was finished. Charles was put into a set of stocks, and when he finally transformed, he was given this potion. He was now a beast, but with his mind intact. His masters, who saw he wouldn't be able to work as efficiently (for he was much larger than he used to be), gave him leave to try and find a more permanent solution to his ailment.
Charles wandered for some time, staying away from settlements. After a series of unusual natural phenomena, he smelled something different in the air: war. Deciding to take a closer look at some of the settlements, he noticed purple tents and dead men walking. Caring not for them, nor the poor souls who were killed by them, he left the scene, to wander again.
It was only a couple days after this that he was approached by another worgen who had regained his humanity. That worgen brought him to a strange tree, filled with others of his kind. The beast-man talked about a permanent solution to their problem, by bringing balance to the beast and the human within him. Seeing this as his opportunity at last, he gladly participated in the ritual. Now able to revert to his human form, he returned to his brothers and sisters, able to continue his work. Of course, there are more than just one way to earn his daily bread, which is why he has become more open to other lines of work than just assassination. Now that the Greymane wall was destroyed, Charles is able to do his work all over Azeroth, for any party, not just those in Gilneas.
His killing methods are the exact oposite of Arcturis' . A meeting between the 2 would be interesting.
The only slip-up he ever made during this time was when he was commissioned to kill an old nobleman in a way so that it looked like an accident. Unfortunately, he was unable to stage the accident, for the bodyguard had noticed a vague shape of black moving around on the upper floor. Just as he was about to unfasten the chandelier from the attic, so it would drop down and kill the old man, he was attacked by the bodyguard.