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Name: Krislen Barowyn
Race: Human
Age: 35 y/o
Height: 6’1”
Weight: ~190 lbs
Class: Frost DK/Subtlety Rogue (explained in Timeline portion of Bio)
Likes: Dwarven Liquor, and a good book
Dislikes: Children (noisy little buggers), the rift between Horde and Alliance, and spiders
Appearance: Hard faced, lean, muscular body, with an ugly scar crossing his neck, and another set of scars on his lower abdomen and back. His skin is so pale it has been said to be almost transparent, a feature he uses to his advantage at times, with pure white hair about waist length normally kept in a pony tail. He wears tight leather armor mostly black with a slight blue tinge to it and two long swords kept sheathed at his sides.
Personality: Tends to be quiet, only speaking when spoken to, extremely loyal to his friends and comrades (even those he doesn’t particularly like), sees no race as inferior or superior to himself and chooses his friends and comrades only based on how well he can trust them when things get rough, as such has taken the time to learn orcish in addition to common and his own native language. When he does speak he has a low rough voice, and a very hushed tone due to the damage sustained to his throat.
Strengths: Strong affinity with ice and shadow, physically strong, and agile
Weaknesses: If overrun calling for help is virtually impossible due to his throat injury
Timeline: Began his life in the Westfall country side, son of one of the fisherman in the area. He was always cantankerous from the moment of birth, and always showed a gift in engineering and magic. By the age of 15 he was creating his own magic playthings and selling some of his contraptions for a little pocket change. Most of his younger years were spent simply learning his father’s trade and eventually taking over for him, during the summer of his 18th year his boat was attacked and overrun by a group of Naga who killed the crew and slit his throat leaving him for dead as they ransacked the boat of its supplies and left, miraculously the naga that had performed the deed missed the vital artery and had simply slashed open his windpipe.
Four days after the attack on his boat him still unconscious laying on the bow of the ship he was rescued by a patrolling human vessel, he was lucky staying alive that long at sea with an injury like that. He awoke a week later in the SI:7 headquarters, with his last vision being a Naga slithering away from his broken body he was somewhat confused to the fact that he was still alive. Later that evening he was taken to the leader of the SI:7 agency for questioning, after ascertaining his story and making sure he wasn’t a threat to Stormwind he decided to pose an offer to the man, training, that of a rogue and spy, assuming of course he could prove himself in single combat versus the leader himself.
Krislen didn’t prove himself that day having no combat training at all till that point, in fact he lasted a mere 20 seconds against the leader. The fight ended with Krislen facedown and bleeding from the gash on his throat, reopened by the thrashing he had received. The leader was in good humor however as he had not had a chance to use his skills for a while being tied up in Stormwind, and allowed Krislen to stay and to train under the leader himself. The next few years had Krislen training almost endlessly it seemed, over the course of his training he was found to be especially adept in some of the finer arts of the rogue, poisoncraft (he developed several poisons still used today), and stealth were two of his most skilled areas, and his Shadowstep was second to none. By the time his training had ended he was 25 years old.
The next 10 years saw many a mission for Krislen, it was a thankless job as he was skilled at it. His missions were always successful no matter who he had to kill, what he had to steal, or what he had to find, it was during this time that he made many friends in the Horde, learning orcish through a goblin associate, his joint operations with the horde were some of his greatest accomplishments. During these missions he found that there really was little difference between the two factions and began to hate the rift between them, he saw many friends die on both sides which scarred him deeply.
During his 10th year with the agency he was sent to outlands to take care of a spy organization in Shatterath, he eventualy tracked down the leader, a Blood Elf named Kragin, whom he found to have a liking for the beer from World's End. Krislen followed Kragin to the tavern and waited for the band to start playing, and silently slipped a poisoned dagger between the man’s ribs, or so he thought, as he exited the bar a man slipped out of the shadows of the entranceway and, catching Krislen off his guard, ran him through with a broadsword. As he lay on the ground, dying from the large hole in his abdomen he caught a glimpse of the man, an exact duplicate of the one he had assassinated, a copy, in his rage at being tricked he used the last of his strength to throw one of his daggers into the throat of his killer, accomplishing his mission and his vengeance at the same time.
His body was transported back to Stormwind, however during his burial ceremony a scourge invasion took place and his body was taken to archerus for resurrection amidst the chaos. After he was returned to life by the lich king’s minions he took part in the destruction of havenstead (sp? Was it havenshire) and the sequential retaking of Archerus after the Lich King’s betrayal. This brings us to where he is today wandering alone in the world belonging to neither alliance nor horde yet friendly with both, shall we see where time will take him now.