Jauren
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Basics
| Name | Jauren |
| Race | Blood Elf |
| Class | Warlock |
| Age | 136 (25-27, in "Human years") |
| Professions | Tailoring, Herbalism |
| Alliances | None |
Physical Description
Jauren is tall and slender, though he rarely stands out from a crowd. Never in a hurry, he carries himself with a quiet sense of purpose. His eyes are always wandering, as he watches everything in never-ended curiosity. His eyes constantly glint in mischief, even when his expression is skillfully blank.
He is not a narcissist, by any means, though he attempts to look and dress nicely. His straight hair is trimmed and well cared-for, falling lightly over his shoulders. His clothing is self-tailored and conservative, usually of greens and browns.
Personality
Jauren is amiable and quick to smile. He tries to enjoy himself in most situations and takes an eerie pleasure in the most morbid of tasks. He treats life casually, never rushing and often stopping to inspect anything of interest. He is an avid reader and prides himself on knowing many useless facts, especially those dealing with the natural world.
While he seems a polite and well-meaning friend, he often lies and warps conversations for his own amusement. He is a tease and enjoys pushing people to their edge. People around him will often be a source of entertainment, willing or not. In groups, he will often listen intently and speak-up only to edge the conversation in the direction he desires. He is rarely uncomfortable around others, though often fronts a shy, quiet personality.
He enjoys singing, but rarely does so in the company of others.
History
Jauren is fairly young and is often reluctant to speak of his past. While others dwell on events long-passed, he has gotten very skilled at forgetting periods of his life as it suits him.
Childhood
He was born into poverty and grew up in a small slum-area outside of Quel'thalas. He lived alone with his mother, to whom he was very close. Though she worked hard, a servant to a noble's wife in the city, he constantly resented her for their status. He grew up uneducated, running around the city with other children and getting himself into constant trouble with the law. He was a pest, often chased from buildings and considered an animal by the merchants and nobility.
When he got a bit older, he took to more sadistic crimes. He started stealing pets from homes, torturing them before leaving the remains discarded on the doorstep. This bloodlust escalated, ending in quiet, gruesome murders and a slew of assaults. Jauren felt invincible, and slowly his skills grew.
Turning Point
One afternoon, however, there was stranger in his home when he returned. The man sat quietly, reading a novel. He was dressed in red, flowing robes and his long hair was a pale gold. The man was captivating, an aura of power radiating from him. The absurdity of the scene stunned Jauren, who just stood stupidly as his watched the stranger.
"How was your day, Jauren?"
His voice was like cool water, chilling him-- this, in turn, drove Jauren to the brink of terror. "F-fine. Who are y-you?"
The man smiled. "I am pleased to hear that. Are you ready to go, then?"
Jauren was silent, though his terror began to morph into defiance.
The man continued, "Let us be off. You keep your head, this is good to see..."
Though he'd never held a book in his life, Jauren was plenty street-smart. He knew of most of the peace-keepers of Quel'Thalas, and this man looked nothing like them. He looked nothing like... anything he'd ever seen. His gut screamed for him to run, to avoid certain capture by this stranger. However, his curiosity won, as always. He grabbed his shabby cloak and followed after the man-- who knew, perhaps the stranger was carrying gold or gems? He seemed an easy enough target. A chill ran through him at the thought, and he turned his mind from it.
Adulthood
((This will be cleaned up and added to soon, I just got rushed.))
Since his encounter with the stranger, Jauren had grown into a respectable young man. He was given a proper education and made into a convincing noble. As he had no choice in the matter-- death was the alternative-- he quite enjoyed himself...
