Jarrick Mason |
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| OOC Game Stats | |
| Game Name | Jarrick |
| Faction | Alliance |
| Race | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Class | Warrior |
| Guild | Alliance of Azeroth |
| Professions | Blacksmithing, Mining |
| IC Info | |
| Nicknames | Jarrick |
| Title | Commander of Stormwind |
| Age | 26 |
| Height | 5'11 |
| Hair | Brown |
| Eyes | Ice blue |
| Skin | Dark tan |
| Alignment | True Neutral |
Physical Description
Jarrick is a solidly built human standing at 5 feet 11 inches tall. His thick, straight brown hair falls down to his shoulders and he wears a nicely trimmed beard at all times. His eyes are an icy blue, giving off an expression of kindness and compassion yet fury when his opponents set him off. He has a scar over his left eye from a battle in his distant past in Darrowshire and a deep, large scar on his abdomen from his battle with General Drakkisath years ago. It is quite obvious that the human is a warrior and trains extremely hard at his art.
Personality
Kind and compassionate to those who he cares about, Jarrick is not one to be trifled with when the time comes for stepping up. He cares deeply about those he is close to and the innocent that surround him and will do anything to protect what is right in this world. He speaks with a sense of caring, but when confronted with battle his booming, commanding voice is not hard to hear over the roar of battle.
History
Jarrick's past is that of a rough one. During his childhood he lived in Westfall with his mother and father. His family was that of a farming family and was very community oriented to the rest of the residence in Westfall.
In due time, the war brought itself to the citizens of Westfall. As the dawn was breaking, battle resounded over the fields and a call to arms was made. At the simple age of eleven, Jarrick had trained with a blade on numerous occasions before but had never faced any real threats. He watched in his mothers arms as his father suited up for battle in the family chainmail and locked weapons with the Horde. The urge to battle was deep within the young child's soul yet his mother restrained him. As the battle waged on the Mason farmstead, he was torn from his mothers grasp and he watched in horror as a massive Tauren crushed her skull between its hands. A deeper hate had never been felt in the child before and his call to arms was on his very own farm.
After losing both mother and father during the attack on Westfall, Jarrick did what he could to maintain the homestead but it was no longer his calling. He headed to Stormwind to see what he could do to make a difference in the world and pay back those who took what he held most dear to him.
In time, Jarrick realized that his common enemy was not the Horde. Not all of the inhabitants of Kalimdor feel the same way and he decided to give those who were good at heart a second chance while continuing the quest for those who slaughtered his parents.