Placid

=History= Placid, named out of irony, is an only child born into a mediocre family. His father a blacksmith, and a decendant of the Perenolde house, his mother a mage of the Kirin Tor and sister to Modera. Placid's mother died shortly after giving birth to him due to magical complications and his father blamed the magic for his mothers death, swearing that he would never be subjected to magic and all it's treachery.

Growing up in Dalaran surrounded by magic and wonder Placid wished for nothing more than to be a mage but his father would have no such thing, telling his son nothing good has ever come of magic, and nothing ever will but Placid's desire for magic would lead him down a different path than the one his father had planned. Until the age of 14 Placid worked under his father, learning the trade that had been passed down through the generations of there family, early mornings and late nights would leave Placid exhausted with little time to make friends or to play with the other children.

At the age of 16, defying his fathers orders, Placid began to study magic in secret. Plundering the great libraries of Dalaran, sokaing up every ounce of knowledge he could find. Often Placid would go days, weeks without sleep just to finish his next book, his next chapter. Placid began to read upon tales of his mother and her valiant defense of Stormwind in the Second War, the fierce battle mage his mother astounded him and he knew now that becoming a magi was his destiny.

Placid began to use his magic skills to do mundane task while his father was not around, he even began to infuse armor with his magic, creating swords that would never dull and shields that would never break. Tales of Placid's swords echoed all throughout Dalaran and his blades became known amongst the lands.

Seeing Placid's success, his father began to allow him more time to himself as Placid was almost 18 now, he longed for the warmth of a woman, he longed for love. Catelyn Runeweaver, daughter of Ansirem Runeweaver, was a frequent customer in his fathers shop, She would always talk about getting away from Dalaran to the "Fighting and the feuding!" as she swung a Claymore she could barely lift around the room and giggled at Placid behind the forge.

In time the pair became inseperable, visiting each other everyday