Post by Varian Wrynn on Jan 28, 2009 4:24:13 GMT -5
Name: Varian Wrynn
Age:
35
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Faction:
Royal Court of Stormwind
Position:
King of Stormwind
Magical Branch:
None
Appearance:
Varian is well sized man who stands just above six feet tall with brawny shoulders and a slightly stocky figure. His appearance is somewhat unique for a king for his hands are generally as callused as that of a farm worker and his body bares scars that would make even a veteran campaigner grimace. Of these scars the most gruesome and visible is likely the three clawed slash across his face, a wound he received whilst fighting remnants of the Old Horde as a teen, while under the tutelage of Bolvar Fordragon.
Scars aside, Varian is quite a handsome man with long silky black hair and stormy gray eyes. Though he has since retired from hunting down orc’s and trolls, the king’s figure remains a proper vessel for his warrior spirit, a well muscled and toned body chiseled from hours of harsh training and self-discipline.
This self-discipline and constant strive for perfection when combined with his position as king wears heavily upon Varian’s features and shots of gray dart his black mane of hair and unneeded lines of both worry and exhaustion are apparent on the man’s relatively youthful face. And though Varian’s eyes burn with a fiery determination that fire is often dampened by the string of sorrows and regret that have haunted the king nearly his entire life.
For garments outside of royal balls and ceremonies, Varian usually dons the ancient dwarfen relic that is the armor of the former Anduin Lothar, the great champion of Stormwind and savior of the Alliance. Though the armor grants no great boons beyond the protection of a well crafted suit of mail, the steel and gray armor is both sharp and imposing, and helps highlight the martial appearance the king likes to convey.
Personality:
Varian is a proud warrior and king. Facing problems head on, he never gives up and never gives in, and always stands up for what he believes is right. Varian is utterly devoted to his kingdom and his people and would gladly sacrifice his life in battle in order to service them. Varian is not a man who discusses problems. He solves them.
As of the last decade Varian has been forced to adopt a far more subtle and less blunt attitude. It is one that does not suit him well. Thrusted into a world of politics, lies, and double meanings the young king struggles with the finer points of intrigue. That is not to say he lacks the capacity for guile he simply rarely sees a use for it.
Varian is not a man who revels in war despite being skilled in its art. The burning of his city and the invasion of the Horde during the First War has forever left a stain on Varian's heart and left him inclined toward peace. However once riled the young king is nearly implacable in his rage as was seen during his hunting of the Old Horde as a teen.
Varian relatively slow to trust but is fiercely loyal to those he does befriend. Perhaps an effect of that loyal nature he also views those who commit betrayal with genuine anger. Though some express regret for the fallen prince of the North, Varian feels only fury, angered as he is by the fact that his former friend would allow himself to be so seduced by the false promises and dark whisperings of the Lich King.
Weapons/Items:
For weapons Varian wields a simple stick of good ol’ Stormwindian steel. The weapon is unremarkable with a simple, but well worked cross guard and hilt, with a simple leather jet black scabbard for a resting place. What is less remarkable is the bejeweled golden crown that sits upon his head. A ring of hardened elven gold embedded with jewels of silver, gray and sky blue; the Crown of Stormwind is a beautiful but simple work of art that high lights the simple spirit of the Stormwind populace.
Strengths Varian is incredibly willful. It is said by those close to him that were he ever to become a Death Knight then the Lich Kings corruption was truly implacable and the people doomed. Varian is not a man who gives up. He has seen his world completely destroyed and reborn again. Though the experience scarred him it also left him with a burning faith that inevitably things will be okay. That no matter how dark the world becomes eventually the light will shine again. Beyond heart and moral courage the King of Stormwind is also a skilled if not artful swordsman and a capable horseman.
Flaws:
The young king is a frustrated man. He believes he sees the path his people need to take to survive and is furious over the idea that the House Nobles would do anything beyond supporting that path. This can sometimes lead to a less then proper temper and can cause no few troubles with the etiquette bound ruler ship. Perhaps the worst case thus far was when Varian flipped a table unto a House Nobleman who refused to offer his considerable grain stores to aid Northern Kingdom refugees.
History:
Varian was born in Stormwind before the epic of the Great Wars. A prince among princes, the young man found endless wealth at his finger tips, and was praised for his relative lack of care for it.
Strong, bright, and above all else kind. The people of Stormwind took to calling him the Jewel of the South and celebrated his existence and the many years of prosperity that were sure to follow under his rule.
All that changed when the Horde invaded Azeroth. After his father was betrayed by Garona Half-Orc, his great city razed and his people slaughtered; Varian was rushed to a great fleet of refugees headed by Anduin Lothar. There he remained for many a month as the fleet made it's way ever northward toward the shores of Lordaeron.
Upon arriving in Lordaeron the young prince was thrust rather unceremoniously to the side as the Lion of Azeroth took the forefront of the stage. As Lothar made his case for a united front against the Horde, Varian befriended Arthas, the Golden Prince of the North, and the two became good companions.
Though Lothar was nearly completely consumed with his quest to purge the Horde from Azeroth, he often would spend his few free moments with Varian, and the young prince soon began to see the man as a surrogate father.
Thus it can only be counted as a dual blow by the Horde when the great Warchief Ogrim Doomhammer smote Lothar with his mighty rune hammer.
Following the Alliances enraged victory following the death of their leader, Varian was allowed to travel south once more, after news had come that Alliance forces had secured the ruins of Stormwind.
Returning to Stormwind affected Varian greatly. Looking upon the broken remnants of the once grand city struck Varian deeply and it took many years of toil and labor before he felt he could once more call the land home.
During this time Varian –though only a teenager- fought alongside those Alliance companies that did not follow the Sons of Lothar past the Dark Portal and instead fought to completely erase all traces of the Horde from Stormwind. Here he became a man –though by no means a leader- and won the respect of many a soldier for his boisterous spirit and heart.
The work took many years, for though the Horde leadership had been broken at the Hellfire Citedal, their numbers remained great in size if lacking in cohesion. The fighting took them from the very walls of Stormwind, to the plains of Westfall and even the heart of Stranglethorn. It was during this time that the colony of Forage was founded.
As the fires of battle faded and the final orc and ogre were slain, Varian was called back the capital to be crowned King of Stormwind, and there was finally some cheer in a land that had known little but war and death.
But as Varian began to oversee the construction of the lands he began to realize that he had far less control or power then he would have thought. For in the years he had spent at the outridges of his country the House Nobels had been at the center of it. Where once the king could make a claim without consequence from any but his own people now the King was forced to barter with his nobleman over every whim and deed.
Few are the times Varian and his nobility see eye to eye and many of Stormwind have suffered much from their bickering. Perhaps the greatest of those are the former Stonemasons, those who are nown known as the Defias Brotherhood whose years of toil in the rebuilding of Stormwind went unpaid and unrewarded.
However despite this all Varian was always merely a kingling among true kings. For the Kingdoms of the North were now the true rulers of the world and Stormwind a mere fledgling among their midsts.
All that changed with the coming of the Scourge and the Burning Legion and since that time Stormwind’s prowess has grown considerably in the light of her former allies demise.
In the lull following the end of the Third War Varian’s future and the future of Stormwind is anything but assured.
RP Sample:
Varian grimaced as he looked at the military reports gathered before him. The navy flags emblazoned with a golden lion -signifying Stormwind armies- looked awfully forlorn spread out as they were across the Eastern Kingdom.
Two flags rested in Stormwind signifying a force numbering about fifteen thousand while mere quarter and half flags were spread about the various forts, towns and cities of the land. Up north he spied the lonely blue and dark green flag that marked the joint forces of Stormwind and those Lordaeron survivors who had still remained in the dour frosty walled city of South Shore.
It was this solitary flag that concerned the young king the most. Southshore was the borderline. The marker between the realms of order and chaos. Past Southshore lay the land of nightmares. The war torn lands where peace was but a far flung memory, safety a nonexistent luxury and a place where Death itself stalked the land looking for prey. Here the remnants of the great Scourge made its home and the Banshee Queen claimed ruler ship.
Still Varian knew there was no immediate threat from the north.
The former lands of the Northern Kingdoms were still divided by numerous warring factions but Varian knew it would only be a matter of time before the war their war would spill into the foothills of Hillsbarad and he knew that if such an event were to occur the paltry forces stationed in the anointed city would not be capable of holding back the tide of death and destruction.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
Rolling up the tattered map, he placed it in one of the numerous hidden compartments in his dark brown oaken desk, and leaned back in his padded chair with a sigh.
There was nothing he could do about it.
Age:
35
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Faction:
Royal Court of Stormwind
Position:
King of Stormwind
Magical Branch:
None
Appearance:
Varian is well sized man who stands just above six feet tall with brawny shoulders and a slightly stocky figure. His appearance is somewhat unique for a king for his hands are generally as callused as that of a farm worker and his body bares scars that would make even a veteran campaigner grimace. Of these scars the most gruesome and visible is likely the three clawed slash across his face, a wound he received whilst fighting remnants of the Old Horde as a teen, while under the tutelage of Bolvar Fordragon.
Scars aside, Varian is quite a handsome man with long silky black hair and stormy gray eyes. Though he has since retired from hunting down orc’s and trolls, the king’s figure remains a proper vessel for his warrior spirit, a well muscled and toned body chiseled from hours of harsh training and self-discipline.
This self-discipline and constant strive for perfection when combined with his position as king wears heavily upon Varian’s features and shots of gray dart his black mane of hair and unneeded lines of both worry and exhaustion are apparent on the man’s relatively youthful face. And though Varian’s eyes burn with a fiery determination that fire is often dampened by the string of sorrows and regret that have haunted the king nearly his entire life.
For garments outside of royal balls and ceremonies, Varian usually dons the ancient dwarfen relic that is the armor of the former Anduin Lothar, the great champion of Stormwind and savior of the Alliance. Though the armor grants no great boons beyond the protection of a well crafted suit of mail, the steel and gray armor is both sharp and imposing, and helps highlight the martial appearance the king likes to convey.
Personality:
Varian is a proud warrior and king. Facing problems head on, he never gives up and never gives in, and always stands up for what he believes is right. Varian is utterly devoted to his kingdom and his people and would gladly sacrifice his life in battle in order to service them. Varian is not a man who discusses problems. He solves them.
As of the last decade Varian has been forced to adopt a far more subtle and less blunt attitude. It is one that does not suit him well. Thrusted into a world of politics, lies, and double meanings the young king struggles with the finer points of intrigue. That is not to say he lacks the capacity for guile he simply rarely sees a use for it.
Varian is not a man who revels in war despite being skilled in its art. The burning of his city and the invasion of the Horde during the First War has forever left a stain on Varian's heart and left him inclined toward peace. However once riled the young king is nearly implacable in his rage as was seen during his hunting of the Old Horde as a teen.
Varian relatively slow to trust but is fiercely loyal to those he does befriend. Perhaps an effect of that loyal nature he also views those who commit betrayal with genuine anger. Though some express regret for the fallen prince of the North, Varian feels only fury, angered as he is by the fact that his former friend would allow himself to be so seduced by the false promises and dark whisperings of the Lich King.
Weapons/Items:
For weapons Varian wields a simple stick of good ol’ Stormwindian steel. The weapon is unremarkable with a simple, but well worked cross guard and hilt, with a simple leather jet black scabbard for a resting place. What is less remarkable is the bejeweled golden crown that sits upon his head. A ring of hardened elven gold embedded with jewels of silver, gray and sky blue; the Crown of Stormwind is a beautiful but simple work of art that high lights the simple spirit of the Stormwind populace.
Strengths Varian is incredibly willful. It is said by those close to him that were he ever to become a Death Knight then the Lich Kings corruption was truly implacable and the people doomed. Varian is not a man who gives up. He has seen his world completely destroyed and reborn again. Though the experience scarred him it also left him with a burning faith that inevitably things will be okay. That no matter how dark the world becomes eventually the light will shine again. Beyond heart and moral courage the King of Stormwind is also a skilled if not artful swordsman and a capable horseman.
Flaws:
The young king is a frustrated man. He believes he sees the path his people need to take to survive and is furious over the idea that the House Nobles would do anything beyond supporting that path. This can sometimes lead to a less then proper temper and can cause no few troubles with the etiquette bound ruler ship. Perhaps the worst case thus far was when Varian flipped a table unto a House Nobleman who refused to offer his considerable grain stores to aid Northern Kingdom refugees.
History:
Varian was born in Stormwind before the epic of the Great Wars. A prince among princes, the young man found endless wealth at his finger tips, and was praised for his relative lack of care for it.
Strong, bright, and above all else kind. The people of Stormwind took to calling him the Jewel of the South and celebrated his existence and the many years of prosperity that were sure to follow under his rule.
All that changed when the Horde invaded Azeroth. After his father was betrayed by Garona Half-Orc, his great city razed and his people slaughtered; Varian was rushed to a great fleet of refugees headed by Anduin Lothar. There he remained for many a month as the fleet made it's way ever northward toward the shores of Lordaeron.
Upon arriving in Lordaeron the young prince was thrust rather unceremoniously to the side as the Lion of Azeroth took the forefront of the stage. As Lothar made his case for a united front against the Horde, Varian befriended Arthas, the Golden Prince of the North, and the two became good companions.
Though Lothar was nearly completely consumed with his quest to purge the Horde from Azeroth, he often would spend his few free moments with Varian, and the young prince soon began to see the man as a surrogate father.
Thus it can only be counted as a dual blow by the Horde when the great Warchief Ogrim Doomhammer smote Lothar with his mighty rune hammer.
Following the Alliances enraged victory following the death of their leader, Varian was allowed to travel south once more, after news had come that Alliance forces had secured the ruins of Stormwind.
Returning to Stormwind affected Varian greatly. Looking upon the broken remnants of the once grand city struck Varian deeply and it took many years of toil and labor before he felt he could once more call the land home.
During this time Varian –though only a teenager- fought alongside those Alliance companies that did not follow the Sons of Lothar past the Dark Portal and instead fought to completely erase all traces of the Horde from Stormwind. Here he became a man –though by no means a leader- and won the respect of many a soldier for his boisterous spirit and heart.
The work took many years, for though the Horde leadership had been broken at the Hellfire Citedal, their numbers remained great in size if lacking in cohesion. The fighting took them from the very walls of Stormwind, to the plains of Westfall and even the heart of Stranglethorn. It was during this time that the colony of Forage was founded.
As the fires of battle faded and the final orc and ogre were slain, Varian was called back the capital to be crowned King of Stormwind, and there was finally some cheer in a land that had known little but war and death.
But as Varian began to oversee the construction of the lands he began to realize that he had far less control or power then he would have thought. For in the years he had spent at the outridges of his country the House Nobels had been at the center of it. Where once the king could make a claim without consequence from any but his own people now the King was forced to barter with his nobleman over every whim and deed.
Few are the times Varian and his nobility see eye to eye and many of Stormwind have suffered much from their bickering. Perhaps the greatest of those are the former Stonemasons, those who are nown known as the Defias Brotherhood whose years of toil in the rebuilding of Stormwind went unpaid and unrewarded.
However despite this all Varian was always merely a kingling among true kings. For the Kingdoms of the North were now the true rulers of the world and Stormwind a mere fledgling among their midsts.
All that changed with the coming of the Scourge and the Burning Legion and since that time Stormwind’s prowess has grown considerably in the light of her former allies demise.
In the lull following the end of the Third War Varian’s future and the future of Stormwind is anything but assured.
RP Sample:
Varian grimaced as he looked at the military reports gathered before him. The navy flags emblazoned with a golden lion -signifying Stormwind armies- looked awfully forlorn spread out as they were across the Eastern Kingdom.
Two flags rested in Stormwind signifying a force numbering about fifteen thousand while mere quarter and half flags were spread about the various forts, towns and cities of the land. Up north he spied the lonely blue and dark green flag that marked the joint forces of Stormwind and those Lordaeron survivors who had still remained in the dour frosty walled city of South Shore.
It was this solitary flag that concerned the young king the most. Southshore was the borderline. The marker between the realms of order and chaos. Past Southshore lay the land of nightmares. The war torn lands where peace was but a far flung memory, safety a nonexistent luxury and a place where Death itself stalked the land looking for prey. Here the remnants of the great Scourge made its home and the Banshee Queen claimed ruler ship.
Still Varian knew there was no immediate threat from the north.
The former lands of the Northern Kingdoms were still divided by numerous warring factions but Varian knew it would only be a matter of time before the war their war would spill into the foothills of Hillsbarad and he knew that if such an event were to occur the paltry forces stationed in the anointed city would not be capable of holding back the tide of death and destruction.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
Rolling up the tattered map, he placed it in one of the numerous hidden compartments in his dark brown oaken desk, and leaned back in his padded chair with a sigh.
There was nothing he could do about it.