Emmons
10-17-2006, 10:23 PM
Full Name: Emmons Indiana
Nicknames: Emmy (not preferred), Em-mon, Emms, Emmiwinks
Age: 37
Race: Forsaken (Human)
Gender: Male
Hair: Greenish
Skin: Pale blue
Eyes: Glowing Bronze
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Place of residence: Whichever patch of dirt he decides to sleep on
Place of Birth: Lordaeron City
Known Relatives: Burine Indiana (Brother: Undead, MIA - presumed dead), Lady Jessica Indian (Mother, Dead), Lord Malcolm Indiana (Father: Unkown - presumed dead)
Religion/Philosophy: Kind hearts don't get any glory.
Occupation: Self-Employed
Group/Guild affiliation: The Grim
Guild Rank: Warbringer
Enemies: The Scourge, The Alliance, Alliance Sympathizers, The Infinite Dragonflight
Likes: When people are kind to him.
Favorite Foods: Orphan
Favorite Drinks: Noggenfogger
Favorite Colors: Reddish orange
Weapons of Choice: Daggers
Dislikes: Loose women, Alliance, Goblins, "fat birdcows", advances from Half-clad Blood Elf women
Hobbies: Killing Goblins, killing Alliance, treasure hunting, mining for profit, patrolling Silvermoon and ridding the cat pestilence
Physical Features: Emmons resembles your average partially-decomposed human body.
Special Abilities: +5 Stabbing
Positive Personality Traits: Winning smile?
Negative Personality Traits: Does not trust easily
Misc. Quirks: Refuses to call anyone in The Grim by rank, and always uses First/Nick names
Played by What Famous Person: Nathan Fillion
Theme Songs: Metallica - Enter Sandman
Catchphrase: "This may hurt you a little, but it's for the good of all of us"
History: Emmons is the offspring of Lordaeron nobility. His father Lord Malcolm serving King Terenas Menethil II as a knight and Commander in the Guard. Emmons was raised with a strict code of chivalry, expected to become a Knight in his father's footsteps. In his adolescence, though, Emmons found his true calling in adventure rather than Martial Defense, and soon became the apprentice to King Menethil II's Court treasure-hunter and archaeologist, not a prestigeous post, but he enjoyed it.
It was on one of these trips that Emmons Indiana was killed. His mentor had fallen ill, so Emmons had taken it upon himself to primary explorations of a cave network discovered on an Island far off the coast of the Eastern Kingdom, dangerously close to the Maelstrom. Through the blunderings of his bodyguard and friend, Nisphyldewe, Emmons fell prey to a booby trap, and plummeted into a cavern full of Naga. Unfortunately for him, these were no ordinary Naga, but rather the brood of a Necromancer whom had been experimenting with various methods of reanimation. He never awakened from that fall, captured and experimented upon, he became one of the Necromancer's test subjects quickly labeled a failure and tossed out to sea. Unfortunately for Emmons, he had not been an entire failure. Though not up to the Necromancer's hopes of strength and power, he had in fact been reanimated. He floated at sea for 5 years, being spared the horrors of the Third War, eventually washing up on the shores of his home of Lordaeron.
Since his awakening, Emmons has pledged loyalty to Sylvanas, and serves the Grim mandate. He likes to keep an eye on everyone's affairs and craves information. He often follows people around Silvermoon to listen in on conversations, but does not like to intrude unless he sees reason to change someone's course of action. He is constantly followed by whelplings, which he finds bothersome more often than not. Lately Emmons has accidentally made several enemies due to misunderstandings in his work.
Since landing in Northrend, Emmons has developed a personal vendetta against the Vyrkul, specifically the women of Brunhildar. Fighting is no way for ladies to act and he will have none of it. Due to several mace blows to the head, he has also developed the peculiar quirk of addressing a member of another race as if he belonged to a race. Forsaken are simply not large enough to pull off a bellowing "LOK'TAR OGAR!"
Emmons in life:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v466/MattManv2/EmmonsLive.jpg
Nicknames: Emmy (not preferred), Em-mon, Emms, Emmiwinks
Age: 37
Race: Forsaken (Human)
Gender: Male
Hair: Greenish
Skin: Pale blue
Eyes: Glowing Bronze
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Place of residence: Whichever patch of dirt he decides to sleep on
Place of Birth: Lordaeron City
Known Relatives: Burine Indiana (Brother: Undead, MIA - presumed dead), Lady Jessica Indian (Mother, Dead), Lord Malcolm Indiana (Father: Unkown - presumed dead)
Religion/Philosophy: Kind hearts don't get any glory.
Occupation: Self-Employed
Group/Guild affiliation: The Grim
Guild Rank: Warbringer
Enemies: The Scourge, The Alliance, Alliance Sympathizers, The Infinite Dragonflight
Likes: When people are kind to him.
Favorite Foods: Orphan
Favorite Drinks: Noggenfogger
Favorite Colors: Reddish orange
Weapons of Choice: Daggers
Dislikes: Loose women, Alliance, Goblins, "fat birdcows", advances from Half-clad Blood Elf women
Hobbies: Killing Goblins, killing Alliance, treasure hunting, mining for profit, patrolling Silvermoon and ridding the cat pestilence
Physical Features: Emmons resembles your average partially-decomposed human body.
Special Abilities: +5 Stabbing
Positive Personality Traits: Winning smile?
Negative Personality Traits: Does not trust easily
Misc. Quirks: Refuses to call anyone in The Grim by rank, and always uses First/Nick names
Played by What Famous Person: Nathan Fillion
Theme Songs: Metallica - Enter Sandman
Catchphrase: "This may hurt you a little, but it's for the good of all of us"
History: Emmons is the offspring of Lordaeron nobility. His father Lord Malcolm serving King Terenas Menethil II as a knight and Commander in the Guard. Emmons was raised with a strict code of chivalry, expected to become a Knight in his father's footsteps. In his adolescence, though, Emmons found his true calling in adventure rather than Martial Defense, and soon became the apprentice to King Menethil II's Court treasure-hunter and archaeologist, not a prestigeous post, but he enjoyed it.
It was on one of these trips that Emmons Indiana was killed. His mentor had fallen ill, so Emmons had taken it upon himself to primary explorations of a cave network discovered on an Island far off the coast of the Eastern Kingdom, dangerously close to the Maelstrom. Through the blunderings of his bodyguard and friend, Nisphyldewe, Emmons fell prey to a booby trap, and plummeted into a cavern full of Naga. Unfortunately for him, these were no ordinary Naga, but rather the brood of a Necromancer whom had been experimenting with various methods of reanimation. He never awakened from that fall, captured and experimented upon, he became one of the Necromancer's test subjects quickly labeled a failure and tossed out to sea. Unfortunately for Emmons, he had not been an entire failure. Though not up to the Necromancer's hopes of strength and power, he had in fact been reanimated. He floated at sea for 5 years, being spared the horrors of the Third War, eventually washing up on the shores of his home of Lordaeron.
Since his awakening, Emmons has pledged loyalty to Sylvanas, and serves the Grim mandate. He likes to keep an eye on everyone's affairs and craves information. He often follows people around Silvermoon to listen in on conversations, but does not like to intrude unless he sees reason to change someone's course of action. He is constantly followed by whelplings, which he finds bothersome more often than not. Lately Emmons has accidentally made several enemies due to misunderstandings in his work.
Since landing in Northrend, Emmons has developed a personal vendetta against the Vyrkul, specifically the women of Brunhildar. Fighting is no way for ladies to act and he will have none of it. Due to several mace blows to the head, he has also developed the peculiar quirk of addressing a member of another race as if he belonged to a race. Forsaken are simply not large enough to pull off a bellowing "LOK'TAR OGAR!"
Emmons in life:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v466/MattManv2/EmmonsLive.jpg