Ackley
11-18-2010, 11:29 AM
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Ackley Fairthane
Nicknames: Ack!
Age: 25-30, not definitely sure.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Hair: Blonde
Skin: Tan
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 190lbs
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Place of residence: Stormwind, Old Town.
Place of Birth: Westfall
Known Relatives: Bellicos Fairthane (Father)
Religion/Philosophy: Dabbles here an there, mostly agnostic.
Occupation: Mercenary
Group/Guild affiliation: N/A
Guild Rank: N/A
Enemies: His fathers old associates (Those alive) The old horde, the Forsaken.
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Likes: Swords, jewels, brawling, riding, fires, the outdoors.
Favorite Foods: Venison cooked over a campfire.
Favorite Drinks: Rum or Mead
Favorite Colors: Blue and Black
Weapons of Choice: Claymore
Dislikes: Traitors, idleness, cowards, wine, and losing.
Hobbies: Exploring, mining, jewelcrafting, brawling.
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Physical Features: Very tall with long blonde hair, not very many scars due to his young age and the fact most of his early fighting was fist fighting.
Special Abilities: He is a natural fighter, adept with most weaponry. He's also very strong, which helps when most of your enemies are Tauren size or Orc beserkers.
Positive Personality Traits: Loyal, Humorous, Brave, Honorable.
Negative Personality Traits: Smart-ass, brash, short-tempered
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Played by What Famous Person: Viggo Mortensen as Aragorn.
Theme Songs:
Amon Amarth: No Fear For the Setting Sun (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ppstl7ucV6A)
Disturbed: Warrior (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_ZMmEFA4Q0)
Serj Tankian: Peace be Revenged (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRRsSe3qy20)
Favorite Speech (By Myself)
I once heard a great man speak in front of the Cathedral in Stormwind, he was a great paladin who had fought in many great conflicts, he had these words to impart.
"No matter what we lose, now matter what we face, the Alliance stands strong. From the horrors of the scourge, to the beasts of the Horde we have faced the most horrible things that this world can bring forth. Unwavering we meet each new challenge just as we meet the coming day. Fierce and honorable we rise, bringing hope to the oppressed people of Azeroth. Hope is our weapon and with it we can smite the mightiest of foes, for if their is one fool left to fight for a cause, then that cause is not lost."
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History:
"Dead? It can't be, he just wrote us!" Ackley's mother Hannah exclaimed.
"I'm very sorry maam, his body was not recovered," said the man. Ackleys mother slowly walked back into the foyer, her face was covered in tears.
"What's wrong ma?" Ackley queried.
"I, I don't know how to tell you this, b-but your father, your father isn't coming home," she began to sob her shoulders heaving. Despite what she thought Ackley wasn't a small boy anymore and he understood perfectly well what she meant, his father had died in Lordaeron as had many soldiers. Ackley didn't know his father well as he had been at war for most of Ackley's life. The problem was that Ackley was still too young to rightfully inherit their estate. It was not long before his father's former "associates" split up the estate leaving he and his mother to suffer. They went from town to town for a few years until his mother became too ill to continue. She died in the winter and a family watched Ackley until the spring. He ran away that spring heading as far south as he could go, joining caravans wherever he met them. After a year of travel he had made it to Booty Bay.
Ding ding, ding ding, the bells of the ship sounded clear over the sunlit horizon as they sailed in the perfect clear blue waters. Ackley stood in the crows nest surveying the waters around them, they were scheduled to reach port by that night if their luck held and the wind favored them.
"Ship comin' fast off the starboard side," Ackley yelled to the captain below.
"Can you see their colors boy?" he replied.
"Black sails sir, no emblem that I can tell," at this the Captain yelled for the crew to man their stations, apparently he knew something Ackley didn't. "What is it sir?" he yelled.
"Get down from the crow's nest lad, we may have a problem." Ackley quickly climbed down and was handed a cutlass by one of the crew, the ship was now fully visible and was swarming with activity. "Pirates!" Ackley exclaimed as he realized what was happening, as he spoke an orchestra of death arose as his ship fired all its starboard cannons at once. The boom was deafening but Ackley managed to keep his head about him, the pirates responded with a salvo that sent bits of railing and splinters everywhere, men were falling all around him.
"Prepare to be boarded!" the Captain yelled, hooks soon appeared over the ships railing and grizzled men climbed down them to their boat. Many were shot as they went but still they came. Finally they reached the boat and the real fight ensued. Ackley charged forward cutlass waving and attacked the first man he saw, the pirate had just gotten over the railing and was trying to brandish his sword but Ackley was already on him and delivered a blow to the mans neck killing him instantly. All around him men were fighting and it became hard to tell who's side one was on. Ackley fought on, he lost control of his senses and fought endlessly, after what seemed like hours it was over, he stood amongst few in a field of death. Bodies littered the deck and blood spilled over the sides into the ocean. Among his crew, all that was left was himself, the captain, the 1st mate and a two other crewmen, the pirate ship was ablaze.
The whole event seemed a blur to Ackley though the crew praised him saying things such as,
"Ye were a killin machine lad!"
"Never seen anythin' like it!"
"Glad you're on our side!"
Though, Ackley couldn't remember how many men he had killed or any solid details. Despite the battle they still reached port that night, the Booty Bay Bruisers saw the wreckage and asked what had happened
"Pirates," was all the captain said, their faces furrowed as they frowned at the word. That night they partied in honor of their fallen comrades, and apparently to celebrate Ackley's victory over the pirates. The story spread and soon he was known as the "Pirate Scourge" of course when stories like these spread they tend to be exaggerated. Soon, people were saying he was an eight foot giant with two huge swords who almost never left the sea and that he had single handedly attacked the pirate ship. He refuted this as much as he could for he did not want to take away the honor of the fallen crew. He sailed for a couple more years before deciding it was time to explore the land for after seeing so much death he figured it was his duty to see all that he could see, almost as if he was living all those lives for the fallen. He picked up work where he could, one time in Duskwood, they had been having trouble with ghouls attacking the farms, he had been sent to a nearby farm to stand guard and see if he could deal with the problem.
"What time do they usually attack?" Ackley asked the farmer.
"Jus' before midnight, like clockwork it is," he replied.
Ackley took a short nap, then readied himself. He sat outside sharpening his blade while midnight ticked ever closer. It was the stench that first hit him, it smelled worse then a battlefield medical tent. Next it was the noise they make, a mix between a gargle and a growl, it created a very disgusting effect. Ackley lit his lanterns and hung them up creating a huge area of light. Seeing this, the ghouls charged at him, he met the first head on, slicing through its rotting flesh with ease, he made sure to lop off the head so it wouldn't get back up. There were four of them, with one down. The other three circled like hungry dogs, finally they charged at once. Ackley spun his blade in a wide arc cutting two in the stomach so their guts fell onto the ground, but that was not even close to a mortal wound for a ghoul. Using his moments respite he pulled a hand axe from his side, it flew lightning fast through the air catching a ghoul in the forehead. A crack sounded from the farmhouse and he looked to see the farmer with a rifle, he had blown off the leg of one of the Ghouls and Ackley finished it by stabbing it through the skull. The last ghoul turned and ran but Ackley caught up to it and easily lopped off its head.
The stench so close was overwhelming, Ackley dry heaved for a few moments before regaining his composure, luckily the farmer was so thankful for the assistance he offered to clean up. He rode out the next day, taking pains to ignore Westfall, the land had far too many dark memories. It was in Stormwind he would find his next job, and his calling of life. To live and die for the Alliance.
Ackley has had many adventures already, and many more to come. He will still share these with some good drink and a warm fire to coax him. He now resides as a "adviser" in Lordaerons Call, no longer the modest lad he is a grizzled veteran, he's in it for the glory.
Now, is the time to become a hero....
Ackley Fairthane
Nicknames: Ack!
Age: 25-30, not definitely sure.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Hair: Blonde
Skin: Tan
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 190lbs
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Place of residence: Stormwind, Old Town.
Place of Birth: Westfall
Known Relatives: Bellicos Fairthane (Father)
Religion/Philosophy: Dabbles here an there, mostly agnostic.
Occupation: Mercenary
Group/Guild affiliation: N/A
Guild Rank: N/A
Enemies: His fathers old associates (Those alive) The old horde, the Forsaken.
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Likes: Swords, jewels, brawling, riding, fires, the outdoors.
Favorite Foods: Venison cooked over a campfire.
Favorite Drinks: Rum or Mead
Favorite Colors: Blue and Black
Weapons of Choice: Claymore
Dislikes: Traitors, idleness, cowards, wine, and losing.
Hobbies: Exploring, mining, jewelcrafting, brawling.
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Physical Features: Very tall with long blonde hair, not very many scars due to his young age and the fact most of his early fighting was fist fighting.
Special Abilities: He is a natural fighter, adept with most weaponry. He's also very strong, which helps when most of your enemies are Tauren size or Orc beserkers.
Positive Personality Traits: Loyal, Humorous, Brave, Honorable.
Negative Personality Traits: Smart-ass, brash, short-tempered
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Played by What Famous Person: Viggo Mortensen as Aragorn.
Theme Songs:
Amon Amarth: No Fear For the Setting Sun (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ppstl7ucV6A)
Disturbed: Warrior (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_ZMmEFA4Q0)
Serj Tankian: Peace be Revenged (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRRsSe3qy20)
Favorite Speech (By Myself)
I once heard a great man speak in front of the Cathedral in Stormwind, he was a great paladin who had fought in many great conflicts, he had these words to impart.
"No matter what we lose, now matter what we face, the Alliance stands strong. From the horrors of the scourge, to the beasts of the Horde we have faced the most horrible things that this world can bring forth. Unwavering we meet each new challenge just as we meet the coming day. Fierce and honorable we rise, bringing hope to the oppressed people of Azeroth. Hope is our weapon and with it we can smite the mightiest of foes, for if their is one fool left to fight for a cause, then that cause is not lost."
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History:
"Dead? It can't be, he just wrote us!" Ackley's mother Hannah exclaimed.
"I'm very sorry maam, his body was not recovered," said the man. Ackleys mother slowly walked back into the foyer, her face was covered in tears.
"What's wrong ma?" Ackley queried.
"I, I don't know how to tell you this, b-but your father, your father isn't coming home," she began to sob her shoulders heaving. Despite what she thought Ackley wasn't a small boy anymore and he understood perfectly well what she meant, his father had died in Lordaeron as had many soldiers. Ackley didn't know his father well as he had been at war for most of Ackley's life. The problem was that Ackley was still too young to rightfully inherit their estate. It was not long before his father's former "associates" split up the estate leaving he and his mother to suffer. They went from town to town for a few years until his mother became too ill to continue. She died in the winter and a family watched Ackley until the spring. He ran away that spring heading as far south as he could go, joining caravans wherever he met them. After a year of travel he had made it to Booty Bay.
Ding ding, ding ding, the bells of the ship sounded clear over the sunlit horizon as they sailed in the perfect clear blue waters. Ackley stood in the crows nest surveying the waters around them, they were scheduled to reach port by that night if their luck held and the wind favored them.
"Ship comin' fast off the starboard side," Ackley yelled to the captain below.
"Can you see their colors boy?" he replied.
"Black sails sir, no emblem that I can tell," at this the Captain yelled for the crew to man their stations, apparently he knew something Ackley didn't. "What is it sir?" he yelled.
"Get down from the crow's nest lad, we may have a problem." Ackley quickly climbed down and was handed a cutlass by one of the crew, the ship was now fully visible and was swarming with activity. "Pirates!" Ackley exclaimed as he realized what was happening, as he spoke an orchestra of death arose as his ship fired all its starboard cannons at once. The boom was deafening but Ackley managed to keep his head about him, the pirates responded with a salvo that sent bits of railing and splinters everywhere, men were falling all around him.
"Prepare to be boarded!" the Captain yelled, hooks soon appeared over the ships railing and grizzled men climbed down them to their boat. Many were shot as they went but still they came. Finally they reached the boat and the real fight ensued. Ackley charged forward cutlass waving and attacked the first man he saw, the pirate had just gotten over the railing and was trying to brandish his sword but Ackley was already on him and delivered a blow to the mans neck killing him instantly. All around him men were fighting and it became hard to tell who's side one was on. Ackley fought on, he lost control of his senses and fought endlessly, after what seemed like hours it was over, he stood amongst few in a field of death. Bodies littered the deck and blood spilled over the sides into the ocean. Among his crew, all that was left was himself, the captain, the 1st mate and a two other crewmen, the pirate ship was ablaze.
The whole event seemed a blur to Ackley though the crew praised him saying things such as,
"Ye were a killin machine lad!"
"Never seen anythin' like it!"
"Glad you're on our side!"
Though, Ackley couldn't remember how many men he had killed or any solid details. Despite the battle they still reached port that night, the Booty Bay Bruisers saw the wreckage and asked what had happened
"Pirates," was all the captain said, their faces furrowed as they frowned at the word. That night they partied in honor of their fallen comrades, and apparently to celebrate Ackley's victory over the pirates. The story spread and soon he was known as the "Pirate Scourge" of course when stories like these spread they tend to be exaggerated. Soon, people were saying he was an eight foot giant with two huge swords who almost never left the sea and that he had single handedly attacked the pirate ship. He refuted this as much as he could for he did not want to take away the honor of the fallen crew. He sailed for a couple more years before deciding it was time to explore the land for after seeing so much death he figured it was his duty to see all that he could see, almost as if he was living all those lives for the fallen. He picked up work where he could, one time in Duskwood, they had been having trouble with ghouls attacking the farms, he had been sent to a nearby farm to stand guard and see if he could deal with the problem.
"What time do they usually attack?" Ackley asked the farmer.
"Jus' before midnight, like clockwork it is," he replied.
Ackley took a short nap, then readied himself. He sat outside sharpening his blade while midnight ticked ever closer. It was the stench that first hit him, it smelled worse then a battlefield medical tent. Next it was the noise they make, a mix between a gargle and a growl, it created a very disgusting effect. Ackley lit his lanterns and hung them up creating a huge area of light. Seeing this, the ghouls charged at him, he met the first head on, slicing through its rotting flesh with ease, he made sure to lop off the head so it wouldn't get back up. There were four of them, with one down. The other three circled like hungry dogs, finally they charged at once. Ackley spun his blade in a wide arc cutting two in the stomach so their guts fell onto the ground, but that was not even close to a mortal wound for a ghoul. Using his moments respite he pulled a hand axe from his side, it flew lightning fast through the air catching a ghoul in the forehead. A crack sounded from the farmhouse and he looked to see the farmer with a rifle, he had blown off the leg of one of the Ghouls and Ackley finished it by stabbing it through the skull. The last ghoul turned and ran but Ackley caught up to it and easily lopped off its head.
The stench so close was overwhelming, Ackley dry heaved for a few moments before regaining his composure, luckily the farmer was so thankful for the assistance he offered to clean up. He rode out the next day, taking pains to ignore Westfall, the land had far too many dark memories. It was in Stormwind he would find his next job, and his calling of life. To live and die for the Alliance.
Ackley has had many adventures already, and many more to come. He will still share these with some good drink and a warm fire to coax him. He now resides as a "adviser" in Lordaerons Call, no longer the modest lad he is a grizzled veteran, he's in it for the glory.
Now, is the time to become a hero....