Bio - Athansios "Kern" Maclear

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Hello there everyone.

The recent weeks i've gotten more and more interested in the RP community on this forum, and after a week of ideas and writing, i've come up with a character i like, hope it won't bore you to death.
Reading the "history" section isn't necesary, but it sure gives a lot of background and reason, so it would be great if you would read the history too, but any kind of feedback is much appreciated

I've tried really, really hard to figure out the stuff with timelines and stuff, but it's just kind hard, the different wars, when the different events occoured and shit... well, i think i was succesful, though, if you find a timeline related problem, PST.

PS: I'm still working on the history, as you will find it isn't done yet, though it's 70-80% done
And yea, i jacked the surname from an NPC, but that's because i wanted to connect my character to Stromgarde and Arathor.
Here goes:

Name: Athanasios “Kern” Maclear
Nickname: Kern, or Athan, will introduce himself as Kern, but amongst friends he is Athan.

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Birth: Athan was born in Arathi Highlands, Stromgarde, year 5 (Year 597 on the King’s Calendar), during the Second War.

Class: Warmage
Alignment: Neutral good
Profession: Scribe/Herbalist/Engineer

Scribe: Having learned this skill from his mentor, Athan is quite adept at different aspects of this profession, though his main field is inscriptions for magical characters. Even so, he knows a bit about everything, and can make inscriptions that are beneficial for everyone.
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Herbalist: Taught by his mentor, and self-taught through studying when his mentor passed away, he knows about nearly every single herb that’s listed in books. Though he doesn’t know how to use the herbs for alchemy, he has the knowledge to utilize the herbs for ink to make glyphs and other inscriptions.
He sells the herbs he doesn’t use for inscription, in major cities.
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Engineer: Self-proclaimed engineer, he doesn’t actually have much skill with high-level engineering. He likes to tinker around with things though, and it will now and then end up as something useful, although more “then” than “now”.

Personality: Athan is a fair man, the kind of person who’d give everyone a chance before passing judgement, although he draws a delicate line between friend and acquaintance. One thing Athan will always be sure of, is whether you are his friend, or not . Having a pretty straightforward attitude, Athan is, on the outside, easy-going and friendly, though he tends to keep details about himself hidden from most people. Although he’d give anyone a fair chance, gaining his trust his hard to come by, and he is precautious if you get too close.
Athan lives by two beliefs: “Knowledge is Power” and “Quality over Quantity”, and thus, he has a love for books, scrolls and expensive items. Quality over Quantity also goes for his friends, as he tends to keep to few very good friends.
Athan value only one thing above knowledge and that is friendship. He would do anything to help his friends, even throw himself in between his friend and the enemy, and be it in combat or daily life.
Athan has a strong sense of justice, and will help those who are in need, although he will expect to be paid, not with gold, but with knowledge.
He is very assured of his own capabilities, sometimes a bit too much, and will always be a staunch and strong force in combat.
Athan hates being idle, and doesn’t have any place he owns as his own, but likes to travel around the world with his tent, bedroll and trusted companion.
He hates being a sitting duck in combat, and for that reason, he will always try to come up with some kind of strategy before he enters fight.
Athan is a perfectionist of nature, and has a habit of correcting people. At times, he can feel extremely precocious, and he will always strive to know better than everyone else.
Athan is often prepared for the worst when in combat, and has a little pessimistic view on everything, hence the preparedness.
Athan doesn’t really care much about other people’s thoughts of him, unless they give him a chance to prove himself. If people don’t want to talk to him, he won’t dig in to the matter.
Athan isn’t a very humorous and festive person, but doesn’t mind tagging along after a mission to settle down and have a drink in an inn.

Daily life: Athan travels Azeroth as a journeying scribe, and earns a living selling his inscriptions, herbs and, occasionally, small engineered items, when he reaches a major city.
Athan will 90% of the time prefer to sleep outside, under the starts. He will interact with the people he meets underway, and will skip by nearly any town on his way, hoping to sell his inscriptions, herbs and small creations.

Like: Reading, Learning, Teaching, Expensive items, tinkering with new inscriptions, knowledgeable people, open-minded people, respect, honour, travelling.

Dislike: Abrasiveness, ignorant people, prejudice, obtrusiveness, scourge, helpless people, lechers, idling.

Two things that could make Athan smile: When one of his engineered creations actually works as intended (which they rarely do!) and when a thing Athan has been mulling over FINALLY makes sense.

Two things Athan would frown upon: Self-rightousness, when one is blatantly wrong and people who doesn't know how to shut up.

Appearance: Roaming the land, he assumes a neutral look, wearing a simple gray woollen robe that covers nearly his entire body except his head.
Being born in Stromgarde, he still respects his heritage, and thus, his signature colour is red, and underneath his robe, he wears a bright red shirt, with the Stromgarde symbol, a clenched fist lounging upwards, on it, he also has the Stromgarde symbol as a tattoo on the palm of his right hand.
About average height, he has a simple figure, and has a very neutral character. He has blue eyes, and mid-length amber hair, that reaches just a bit below his ears.
His most dominant feature is his nose, which he broke when he was younger, and it’s now notably crooked. Should you ever run into him in a major city, he will generally be wearing a very flamboyant outfit, consisting of vermillion nuances.
He dual-wields a sword, which he carries in a sheath on his left, and a staff, that he usually uses a walking-stick. Athan is ambidextrous ((This means he is equally adept at using both his left and right hand)), and has always been trained to use two weapons in combat.
When in combat, Athan will nearly always be seen in a light battle-raiment, hence his nickname “kern”.

Strengths: Ambidextrous, High stamina, both physical and magical capabilities in combat, open-minded, easily makes acquaintances

Weakness: Has a hard time trusting people more than just a little, reduced strength in his left leg, very few ranged capabilities in combat, loses his calm if he doesn’t know what’s going on around him

Family

Father: Athan’s father, Kalian Maclear, was a sergeant in the unit that was left behind in Stromgarde to protect the city of Stromgarde during the Second and Third war. Half-grey/Half-brown hair, with a haggard and weathered face, a bit above average height, a master of swords, lances and mounted combat, he was well-known in the city for being an idol of a soldier, but also known as a stingy man, who would always strive to gain as much gold as possible. An honourable fighter, who would follow his lord through blood and fire.
Kalian was a strict father, who had ironclad rules that were to be followed, and if they broken, Athan’s father would punish both him and his sister, no matter which of them who had broken a rule.
He was a Sergeant, and know as an uncompromising, resolute and stubborn man, who would strictly follow the orders given, and wouldn’t waver in combat, even if the odds were against him. As an unyielding fighter, he was also an unyielding, yet caring father, who would look upon his two children with an ambitious look, and always tell them, that if they followed rules and orders, they would, one day, become a person of great significance and importance to the people around them.
Deceased.

Mother: Athan’s mother, Lily Maclear, was a medic in the Stromgarde army. As many other, Lily was a loving mother, who cared much for her children. She would not defy her husband, and would not look away when Kalian would punish their children, because she was of the persuasion, that her husband did the right thing.
As a medic, Lily had seen the horrors of the world, seen people die before her eyes, and was used to harshness and cruelty, thus she had a very strict mindset. This was carried on to her daughter, who would listen to every word of her mother’s, as if it was an order.
Deceased.

Sister: Selena Maclear, Athan’s older sister, was born 1 year before he was. Always being influenced by her parents, she was a steadfast and strong child, but also an easily manipulated child.
She believed that anything her parents told, was the complete truth, and were to be followed, even if she disagreed. Only 6 years old, she would train the way of the warrior with her father, and the way of the Holy Light with her mother. Selena would always be teasing her brother, and she had a very ambivalent relationship with his brother, because he did not only defy his parents, he also had the ambition of learning Arcane Arts, which was frowned upon, not only by his sister, but his entire family.
Alive – Refugee point in Arathi Highlands, she is a sergeant in the League of Arathor.

History

From the day he was born, his father and mother would always tell him what to do. They wanted him to become exactly what they had decided for him to be. His father, Kalian Maclear, was a sergeant in the Stromgarde army, and he wanted Athan to become a soldier like himself, to honour his country, and to fight for the good and battle the evil.

When Athan was just 3 years old, his father would train him to be a warrior. After school, his father would pick him up, to bring him to the training yard.
The first time they were there, his father told him to pick up a weapon.
Before him lay a mace, a sword and an axe.
He decided on a sword.
His father just nodded and told his son to find out which of his hands that he wanted to wield the sword in. After switching hands a few times, he told his father that he did not know.
This angered his father, and he quickly grabbed his son by the neck and told him to find out quickly, or else he could feel free to remain a helpless little brat. Athan kept trying to find out which hand that suited him the best, but he did not feel any difference between right and left at all.
His father slapped him, and took him along to the city’s doctor to find out what was wrong with his son.
It was soon revealed that Athan was ambidextrous, a rare gift, and was a natural dual-wielder.
Since then, Athan always trained using two swords.

During training, his sister, Selena, would often join. Athan’s father would put them up against each other, and his sister would always win. Because Athan wasn’t very muscular and strong, he often wore light garment, and thus his sister would always call him a “kern”. It quickly became his nickname amongst his classmates. He was often laughed at by his peers because of this, and it evolved a precaution against masses within Athan, as he would always dislike being around too many people he didn’t know very well.

He didn’t like his sister very much, as she was always bragging about how she was superior to him in any aspect, from ranged combat to melee combat. Although, at times, he knew her pain. When they where both younger, their father did not understand that they were only small children, and when they didn’t understand, he would punish them with force. Both of them, even if only one of them had done something wrong. This gave them a kind of love-hate relationship with each other.
When he got bullied, his sister would always be there to help him out, until the day she joined the Stromgarde army, and became a soldier like their father.
After that, they rarely spoke, and they got more and more distant as time went by.

In school, Athan would always excel at magic and language, but lack with pretty much anything else, but he was an excellent reader though. In Stromgarde, magic wasn’t practised so much, and you wouldn’t see a lot of mages in Stromgarde, and Athan didn’t really fit in.

At the age of 12, Athan was to receive advanced magical training, since a traveller, adept at arcane arts, had agreed to allow Athan to fare the land with him, but it was against his parent’s wishes.
It was during the second war, and his father’s unit was one of the few units left behind in Stromgarde to protect the city. With the newly formed Alliance, most of the army was away to help fighting the horde. This meant Stromgarde was only sparsely defended, and his parents did not have much time to mind Athan’s affairs, except from keeping him in Stromgarde, and not letting him leave.
Not wanting to stay in Stromgarde any longer, Athan defied his parents, and embarked on a journey throughout the Azeroth.

He slipped out of city through a secret path that he had found when he was younger. He used to play near the bridge at the city gates. One day, as he was playing, he ran under the bridge when he and his friends were playing tag. As he leaned against the wall, one of the stones he touched moved a bit, and a small passage opened beneath the bridge. No one else was around, so he decided to enter. The passage was narrow, dark and dank, but he was curious. The passage led to the lake west of the city. As years went by, he had nearly forgotten all about it, but this way he escaped the city.

As he met up with the traveller, it was soon revealed, that the traveller was a warmage, a descendant of the mages who had originally formed Dalaran.
Every day when the sun was about to disappear into the horizon, Athan would receive training from his mentor, who would applaud him because he knew how to use two weapons at once. Teaching Athan a variety of spells, he also trained him in going toe-to-toe with the enemy in melee combat.
He explain to Athan, that being a warmage meant to be in the frontlines with your comrades, not throwing spell from a distance, hiding behind your allies’ shield and armor.
Keep your friend’s safety the same priority as your own, he said.
For many years, they travelled Azeroth, avoiding big conflicts, and generally staying out of combat as much as possible.
Throughout their journey, Athan and his mentor would often stumble upon plants and herbs. When they did, his Mentor would teach Athan about their properties for alchemy and inscription, although he couldn’t teach Athan about alchemy, only inscribing.

One day, a woman came running towards them. She stopped right in front of them, and fell on her knees, panting and gasping. She begged for their help. Her home had been overrun by thieves, calling themselves the Defias Brotherhood.
Athan shrugged it off, and was about to keep walking, when his mentor grabbed his shoulder, and looked at him. He said nothing. Suddenly, he gave Athan a thorough punch in his diaphragm. As Athan fell to the ground, he looked at his mentor, confused.
The woman cowered, and was afraid she’d get hurt too, but Athan’s mentor told her not to worry, as this was punishment for his apprentice’s inhumanity. He explained to Athan that it was fine to avoid combat, and to stay out of things people could handle themselves. He then asked Athan, how many times he had told him that he should always help people who can’t help themselves.
Athan didn’t respond, he knew he was wrong.
As Athan got up again, his mentor just started walking, and Athan followed, preparing himself for combat.

The woman’s home wasn’t a pretty sight. There were several corpses lying on the field, and the barns were burning. The only thing left intact was the house, and there were thieves standing outside sharing their loot into equal piles. The raid had been swift and brutal. The woman fell to knees again, and started crying. The thieves heard her, and spotted the two newcomers along with her.

Athan counted 8 thieves. This was not going to be good. They quickly approached, with their daggers drawn. Athan’s mentor drew his staff, a white staff, with an amethyst attached at the top, along with sword, and told Athan to strike first and don’t hesitate.
His mentor threw a spell, a bolt of pure arcane energy shot through the air and hit one of the thieves right in the stomach. It instantly killed him, and his corpse was knocked back several yards.
Athan had been in little real combat before, and felt bewildered, and he nearly killed himself, because he couldn’t pronounce the incantation for his spell right. He swung his right sword at a bandit, but it was dodged and counterattacked. Wasn’t it for Athan’s barrier, he would’ve died that day.
He smashed the hilt of the sword in his left hand at the enemy’s head, and blood spattered from the top of the bandit’s head.
He heard the sound of an arrow hitting the grain sack right behind him. One of the bandits had a bow, and was firing lethal shots at Athan. The first arrow didn’t hit, but the second would, and Athan had nowhere to run, since he had a bandit on each side.
The bandit put a new arrow on the string, pulled back and fired. It was as if everything slowed down. The arrow was inevitably going to hit. But at once, without a warning, his mentor threw himself in between Athan and the arrow. It hit him in the shoulder, and incapacitated his left arm.
Athan was lost, or so he felt. He swung his right sword at a bandit and cut the bandit’s arm. The bandit fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Athan’s mentor threw another bolt of arcane magic, this time at the archer.

Another 3 bandits had heard the noise, and approached.
A slash. Athan noticed it a moment too late. It hit his left leg, and he lost all power in it, fell to the ground and couldn’t fend for himself. Both he and his mentor were wounded now, and it looked like the end.
His mentor looked at him, told him to remember him and to live to help people, for what he was about to do, would save them, but for a high price.
His last lesson to Athan was to not trust people too much, but he shouldn’t have prejudice towards other either.
His mentor stood up, all of the bandits were slowly coming closer. Athan’s mentor threw a magical barrier around Athan, and with the words “Knowledge is Power”, Athan’s mentor started to channel power into his staff, and it began glowing.
Athan’s mentor told him to keep the staff. That way, he would always be there to guide him.
As the bandits were only few yards away, an eruption of arcane magic exploded from Athan’s mentor. Athan felt a searing pain, and was knocked unconscious.

As Athan woke up, he couldn’t see nothing but blur.
He felt something on his cheek.
He turned his head.
His sight returned, and he could see a small prairie dog was snarling at him, making ready to charge his hair, and as the small thing jumped at him, he fended with his hand, and the prairie dog bit his hand instead.
He tried to shake the prairie dog off, but it wouldn’t let go. Athan didn’t want to kill it, so he tried to get rid of it otherwise. He figured it was hungry, and although the prairie dog hurt his hand, he managed to get up.
As he tried to take a step, he nearly stumbled, and felt the power in his left leg declining. He remembered the horrible blow his leg had taken for night before. That’s when it hit him; he couldn’t see his mentor, nor could he see any of the thieves’ corpses around. All that was left was the amethyst staff that had belonged to his mentor.
He walked to a nearby grain sack, and tried to feed the prairie dog, hoping it would let go.
The prairie dog finally let go, and started eating the grain instead of his hand.
Athan picked his mentor’s staff up. It didn’t feel cold, nor warm, although it gave him a feeling of empowerment.
On the middle of the staff was written a sentence “Mind – Body – Spirit, the three weapons of a warmage”.

Devastated by the death of his mentor, he could hardly muster the energy to start walking, and the road felt as if it was endless.
The sun was nearly about to go down. How long had been unconscious, he wondered.
He decided to it was time to camp for the night. He could just barely see the silhouette of a tower in the distance, but he found himself too tired to approached today.
He got flint and tinder from his backpack, and lit some lumber to create small campfire.
He just stared into the night.
He heard a noise. It was coming from the a bush, only a few yards behind him.
At once, he turned around, ready to engage anything that would come his way.
A small being crawled into the light of his fire. The same one from earlier that day, Athan supposed.
It was a mistake to feed it, he thought, since it would follow him hoping to get more food.
He found some herbs in his backpack and fed it to the small Prairie dog.
At least i won't be all alone then, Athan thought to himself, not bothering further with the small rodent.
more coming...

[Theodekk]

Hello...Nemesis... *evil laugh*
Jk. great so far, very well detailed. Im busy at the moment so Im not going to cross-reference every spec of your character's history; Leave that to Garots and The Madgod (RP Forum Moderators)

As for the Nemesis part; Your Character just seems like someone mine would despise (not to insult you, its from his perspective)

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Well, i love a good nemesis.


See you on the other side...

[Tylanir]

His mentor could send a bolt of pure energy to instantly kill a man, summon an arcane explosion to vaporise himself and like 5 bandits, yet he could not cast some kind of spell to stop an arrow?

Also, the kingdom of Arathor were the first humans to learn magic, and a group of these founded Dalaran. Technically his mentor is descended from the same people he is. This would also lead me to believe that in Stromguard, magic would be a widely trained art, seeing as they were the original human mages.

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Arathor is a wide term, and after the Troll Wars, the Arathor split into many factions - One of them was Dalaran.

This means, that all the mages who learned magic from the high elves, actually departed with what was going to be Stromgarde, hence many of the people in the former "Arathor" (Back when Arathor was once a big nation), never got to learn magic from the Dalaran mages.

The arrow thing is a bit complicated. Mages learn a lot of spells, most of them Offensive i recon, and warmages aren't much different, even in the RPG world, i believe that bow and arrow could go Toe-to-Toe with a wide variety of spells (Sylvanas, for example, or Vereesa), and casting a precision-spell to stop an arrow mid-air probably isn't an easy task.

Although you have a point, i don't really see anything wrong with that section of the history, but i guess i should do something to make it a bit more believeable