Stonesheild
02-28-2008, 11:35 PM
Full Name: Danter Stonesheild Coregrind
Nicknames: Stone, Old man
Age: 110 Human years
Gender: Dwarf
Hair: Silver, musty and Mid lenght
Eyes: Blue
Height: 4 something
Weight: 325 lbs
Place of residence: LakeShire
Place of Birth: Ironforge
Known Relatives: All Layed to rest.
Race: Dwarf
Philosophy: If the strong stand in the face of danger, then
the weak learn to become stong.
Occupation: Soldier
Group/Guild affiliation: the Tyrnea Maldeth [The Children of the Eternal War]
Guild Rank: Warrent Officer
Enemies: The Lords of War, The Horde. Alliance Members on the TM Blacklist
Likes: The Dirty Horde Killers, Rooks, and a few personal friends.
Favorite Foods: Ale soaked bread on a stick
Favorite Drinks: Any thing made by Dwarves
Favorite Colors: Green, Silver
Weapons of Choice: One handed Maces
Dislikes: Apologies, Excusis, Fish, 4-letter words that start with "Q"
Hobbies: ..... cross stitching... and High explosives
Special Abilities: the ability to stare down death. the ability to cheat death, the ability to make others avoid death and the ablility to Bring death
Misc. Quirks: Has no eye lashes due to early life love for high explosives
Played by What Person: Crazy802
Theme Songs:
- March out of line - Cold Driven
- never never - Metalica
- In the end - Linkon park
- Doom song - Invader Zim
Class: Paladin (Prot)
Personality: Commanding, Irritable, Short tempered, Deep, Charismatic, Honored
Medels of Honor:
Brass Cross: Valor in battle - Battle of Freewind
Golden Star: Selflessness on the feild - Rescue of General Hannis
Prismatic Star: Survival - Defence of Lights hope Chaple
Adamantite Cross: Mission Classified
Title "Stonesheild" Given by Men at Arms and honored By the Ironforge Standard Milita
Appearance: StoneSheild is old even for a Dwarf, His eyes and face show the scars of countless battles, his hands are strong and able, his skind is wrinkled and weathered as tanned leather.
Most remarkable is his hair, Short for a Dwarf but silver, from birth his hair was shades of polished silver. Even in the hottest planes of Azeroth his hair remaned a shiny beacon to his troops.
In all other regards his is a normal Kin.
History: The tale of Danter Coregrind does not begin at his birth, but rather at his accent through the ranks of the Ironforge Standard Milita.
It was the year of Raconing yet no one new this at the time. Danter joined the Milita out of spite for his father, a noted blacksmith and loving father. Defiant at his age Danter signed up for duty and was swept up into a new life.
Strathholm has been layed to waste, as a secenday protocal the Dwarves were sent in as search and rescue, Danter folowed suit.
The Undead began to overwhelm the Humans defences and Danter's Unit was sent in as backup. "Heave to men, Fortify that Barricade! Get in there and pull out the wounded!" Shouts from His commanding officer. It was not long till the fortifications fell and the undead scattered the remaining units. Danters capitan fled at the sight of the onslaught to come but something in Danter held him fast, the tears in the eyes of the wounded he guarded perhaps, the wail of the undead froze him, possible but what ever the reason Danter held fast.
His Hammer wrose and fell, wrose again and fell, faster and faster. Claw, bone, tooth and nail all were deflected off his sheild. He held a tiny Corrodor within the city for more then an hour, the piles of dead pushing him back but not stopping his stand. As his fellow troops watched, Danter began to advance. Climbing over the dead and crushing the undead with his mace. They began to chant, "stonesheild"... "Stonesheild!" More voices rang out! "STONESHEILD!" "STONESHEILD!!" Till the Roar of the undead was purged from his ears and only a name rang through, his name. The name of the true soldier before them.
When atlast they were saved Danter had pushed the onslaught back 2 full blocks, he had stopped countless Undead and saved thousands of lives, for if they had passed him, if they had gotten through, the dwarven defences would have been out flanked and out manned. It was his Mace, His shield that saved them all.
After this pinicle moment in his life he was forever honored with the Title "Stonesheild".
Nicknames: Stone, Old man
Age: 110 Human years
Gender: Dwarf
Hair: Silver, musty and Mid lenght
Eyes: Blue
Height: 4 something
Weight: 325 lbs
Place of residence: LakeShire
Place of Birth: Ironforge
Known Relatives: All Layed to rest.
Race: Dwarf
Philosophy: If the strong stand in the face of danger, then
the weak learn to become stong.
Occupation: Soldier
Group/Guild affiliation: the Tyrnea Maldeth [The Children of the Eternal War]
Guild Rank: Warrent Officer
Enemies: The Lords of War, The Horde. Alliance Members on the TM Blacklist
Likes: The Dirty Horde Killers, Rooks, and a few personal friends.
Favorite Foods: Ale soaked bread on a stick
Favorite Drinks: Any thing made by Dwarves
Favorite Colors: Green, Silver
Weapons of Choice: One handed Maces
Dislikes: Apologies, Excusis, Fish, 4-letter words that start with "Q"
Hobbies: ..... cross stitching... and High explosives
Special Abilities: the ability to stare down death. the ability to cheat death, the ability to make others avoid death and the ablility to Bring death
Misc. Quirks: Has no eye lashes due to early life love for high explosives
Played by What Person: Crazy802
Theme Songs:
- March out of line - Cold Driven
- never never - Metalica
- In the end - Linkon park
- Doom song - Invader Zim
Class: Paladin (Prot)
Personality: Commanding, Irritable, Short tempered, Deep, Charismatic, Honored
Medels of Honor:
Brass Cross: Valor in battle - Battle of Freewind
Golden Star: Selflessness on the feild - Rescue of General Hannis
Prismatic Star: Survival - Defence of Lights hope Chaple
Adamantite Cross: Mission Classified
Title "Stonesheild" Given by Men at Arms and honored By the Ironforge Standard Milita
Appearance: StoneSheild is old even for a Dwarf, His eyes and face show the scars of countless battles, his hands are strong and able, his skind is wrinkled and weathered as tanned leather.
Most remarkable is his hair, Short for a Dwarf but silver, from birth his hair was shades of polished silver. Even in the hottest planes of Azeroth his hair remaned a shiny beacon to his troops.
In all other regards his is a normal Kin.
History: The tale of Danter Coregrind does not begin at his birth, but rather at his accent through the ranks of the Ironforge Standard Milita.
It was the year of Raconing yet no one new this at the time. Danter joined the Milita out of spite for his father, a noted blacksmith and loving father. Defiant at his age Danter signed up for duty and was swept up into a new life.
Strathholm has been layed to waste, as a secenday protocal the Dwarves were sent in as search and rescue, Danter folowed suit.
The Undead began to overwhelm the Humans defences and Danter's Unit was sent in as backup. "Heave to men, Fortify that Barricade! Get in there and pull out the wounded!" Shouts from His commanding officer. It was not long till the fortifications fell and the undead scattered the remaining units. Danters capitan fled at the sight of the onslaught to come but something in Danter held him fast, the tears in the eyes of the wounded he guarded perhaps, the wail of the undead froze him, possible but what ever the reason Danter held fast.
His Hammer wrose and fell, wrose again and fell, faster and faster. Claw, bone, tooth and nail all were deflected off his sheild. He held a tiny Corrodor within the city for more then an hour, the piles of dead pushing him back but not stopping his stand. As his fellow troops watched, Danter began to advance. Climbing over the dead and crushing the undead with his mace. They began to chant, "stonesheild"... "Stonesheild!" More voices rang out! "STONESHEILD!" "STONESHEILD!!" Till the Roar of the undead was purged from his ears and only a name rang through, his name. The name of the true soldier before them.
When atlast they were saved Danter had pushed the onslaught back 2 full blocks, he had stopped countless Undead and saved thousands of lives, for if they had passed him, if they had gotten through, the dwarven defences would have been out flanked and out manned. It was his Mace, His shield that saved them all.
After this pinicle moment in his life he was forever honored with the Title "Stonesheild".