Loken

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Loken
Guild	N/A
Race	Blood Elf
Class	Paladin
Faction	Horde
Profession(s)	N/A
Age	N/A
Player

[edit] Physical Description

Loken's hair is gleaming white, silky smooth and straight, it falls down to his shoulders, as the top rounds, forming a small crown above his head. His features are set, with well defined features, his eyes a radiant green, decorated with tinges of gold. His figure well toned due to fighting in shield walls, and carrying his heavy armor in his pack with him always, a smile donned on his face at the oddest times, his eyes betray the feeling that he has seen too much and doesn't care for much at all. His traditional show armor is Black/Dark Crimson trimmed with red, polished to a shine. His battle armor is Blue/Green/Yellow a battle robe and two large shoulder plates, that look battered and look as if they've seen through many a fight. His Axe glows green with an eerie aura, many chips and dents in the blade.

[edit] History

At a young age, Loken was naive, and overzealous with the Blood Knights, he would obey without fighting back, he admired the magisters as if they were idols, he had a wife, and a soon to be newborn child, so he was a very happy man, but once all that had changed when he was assigned a mission to help the Farstriders rid the troll infestation.

When he came back, his house was empty, and he went to look for his wife, on the way down to murder row he heard sobbing, and pleading. Curious Loken walked down to the ally, staring at the guards who just stood there looking oh-so-mighty in his armour. He peeks in, seeing her on her knees, a fat magister wrenching her head back, shoving his cock through her clenched lips. Seeing the magister doing this to HIS wife angered Loken, and he moved swiftly to confront the man, but as he does so, the magister looks at Loken alarmingly and calls for the guards nearby, the guards rush in, subdueing him on the ground,as he thrashes violently as he tries to escape, but to no avail, with that he was carted off to prison, for an attempt of murder. And with the Magister's reputation and influence, not to mention the great wealth, the order was passed and he was to be condemned to death. Immediately.

As he and his entourage reach the gallows in Tanaris, hands tied behind his back, He walks slowly onto the gallows, watched by guards and a crowd of magisters alike. He fits his neck through the noose as the man asks, "Are you ready?" "No... The noose is too wide" He responded as the man walked over to adjust it, with a savage kick into the haed the man gets his head stuck in the tightened noose, quickly sweeping his legs across the ground he knocks the stool out from under the man, as the crowd moves to react, he cuts his bounds quickly on the dying man's blade. Pulling the sword free of the sheath he rounds upon the guards, the guards surprised at any resistance, hesistated. He quickly drove his sword down the throat of one openmouthed guard, as the guard tried to yell orders, sliding the sword out to parry another blow, he retaliates with a fist to the face, caving in the mans face as he forces a holy shock through his fingers. AS they all pile up on him, he discharges a holy storm, spinning and mutilating all that was near.

With that, he steals a horse from the stables and starts his journey back to Silvermoon. As he reaches Silvermoon, he quickly tracked down the man, torturing him slowly with slow pulsing beams of light the man finally submitted and admitted that he had sold the woman to a couple of horny Blood Knights, filled with anger he stomped into the under chamber, where he found his comrades, his 'brethren', men who he had fought and ate with as long as they were in training, he felt pained, but the anger overwhelmed his senses, in a holy frenzy of hate he murdered them all with ruthless efficiency. But Verces his best friend had taken his wife down a narrow corridor and is holding her hostage with a hand pressed to her temple. As Lok rushed down to meet the threat, Verces knew that he had no other choice, as he unleashed a holy shock aimed through her temple blowing out the side of her head, as he did that, he quickly took out a knife and slit his own throat before Lok can deal his vengeance. As the guards feet can be heard down the halls, Lok slumped to his knees weary full of anger and hate, he fills the room with a wild howl, this time they took him away and he did not resist.

He was tried again and this time, since the judge knew of the cruel deeds of the magisters, but were powerless to stop them, sent him to the manaforges where he was supposed to die in the skirmishes... But.. Alas... he did not. Now he returns, yet again... and this time... he has nothing to hold him back.

[edit] External Links

http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Ravenholdt&n=Lok%C3%A9n