Midir

Category:Characters
==Name== 
Midir Finn Learson
==Physical Traits== 
Midir stands a few inches over six feet tall. His head is crowned with a mane of wild brown, and greasy hair, a pair of cold blue eyes peers out from behind the strands. His beard is often unkempt. Is usually seen with a grin on his face that ranges from charming to sickly depending on his mood, and who he his speaking with. He has a lean but strong build and tends to dress reasonably well in either a long brown coat or whatever armor he currently finds tasteful. He has a thin scar across his throat which only appears when he tilts his head back.
==Race and Class== 
Human Warrior
==Guild==
==Occupation== 
Miner, Jewel crafter, thug.
==Family== 
None that he knows of, orphaned at a young age, raised by surrogate uncle, now dead.
==Background== 
Midir was born in the poor quarter of Stratholm. His birth parents were killed by one of the many street gangs when they refused to hand over the takings from their small shop. The now orphaned Midir was raised by a man who claimed to be his fathers brother. 
The much older man taught Midir the importance of being seen to be strong, even if you weren't. Any sign of weakness was to be stamped out with ruthless efficency. Whatever childhood ambitions the young Midir may have harboured were cruelly beaten out of him at his "uncles" hands. It was clear the old man had his own ideas about what his "investment" should grow up to be. 
As time progressed, Midir began to take his adolescent frustrations out on smaller children and animals. Often residents of the poor quarter would find the badly mutilated remains of stray cats and dogs floating in the gutter. In his late teens Midir killed another man in a fight over a woman the pair had been eyeing up in the local tavern. After a short and violent struggle with the city watch, Midir was arrested and quickly sentanced to hang. Awaiting his fate in the stockades, the city came under seige from the forces of Arthas. The fallen prince set the city ablaze as he purged its inhabitants. As the prison itself caught fire, Midir, with the aid of other prisoners, managed to break free of their chains and escape the cell that was quickly turning into an inferno. They dispatched the remaining guards and took their weapons. Crawling through the sewers, Midir and his fellow escapees avoided the fighting above them, however the recently arisen dead picked up their scent and pursued them through the filthy tunnels. Midir once again displayed his utter lack of empathy by throwing one of the other prisoners to the zombies as a distraction. He allowed another man to be torn apart by plagued rats and finally got far enough ahead of the other members of his party he was able to seal them in. He listened with glee as thier pursuers caught up with them. Emerging finally outside the city walls, Midir quickly made up his own mind as to what to do next. 
Unconcerned for the fate of those already condemed to die, and having no desire to join them, he stole a horse and made his way south. Skirting around the ravaged farms and villages the young warrior found himself eventually at Menethil Harbor. Forswearing the Eastern Kingdoms as a lost cause and damned if he was waiting around to be hung again, he booked passage on a smugglers ship to Kul'Tiras. The next ten years of his life were spent on the Island nation. Trained in combat by the marines there, he quietly rose to the rank of sergeant. 
Known now as "The Brute" for his cruel and unusual methods. He run a corrupt policing of one of the Islands port towns. Forcing smugglers and theives alike to pay protection fees or risk having their opperations destroyed and their lives ended. It was only after a string of grisly and brutal murders began croping up, particularly with young recruits and older officers who objected to his actions, that Midir resigned from service and fled back to Azeroth and the Eastern Kingdoms. Discovering Lordaeron was overun by the undead and the mad, he made his way to Stormwind. Humanities last great bastion opened his arms to him and he entered gleefully. He hid himself away within the cities criminal element, hiring himself out as an enforcer or dumb muscle. Feeling his old urges rise, it was only be a matter of time before the body count began again. At first assuming he had merely learned from his past mistakes, Midir never questioned why his murders were never reported to the city watch. Shortly there after, the now increasingly paranoid warrior began to suspect someone was deliberately clearing up behind him. It was then that his mysterious benefactor revealed himself, and Midir found service with a disciple of Azeroth's darker, older, powers. 
And, oh, how he smiled.
==Family Background== 
Mother and Father both dead and forgotten. Would probably murder them anyway.
==Criminal Record== 
Sentanced to death for cold blooded murder in the city of Stratholme, assumes record went up in flames with the city.
==Personal Notes== 
Midir is a quick witted, if sadistic, individual, always seeing the funny side in whatever situation he finds himself in. He posesses a very philosophical and twisted outlook on life and rarely wastes time feeling sorry for himself if things go wrong, prefering to improvise and if nessecery, escape. He usually carries an assortment of weaponry. A long knife hidden about his person, his sword, a shield and a ranged weapon. He prefers a crossbows, not for the pitiful accuracy but the sight of his target impaled on a powerfully fired bolt. He is completely without mercy in this regard, the idea of watching any living thing die in front of him as a powerful alure he is incapable of resisting. 
Midir also uses psychology when dealing with friends and foes alike. He cannot resist discovering the deep seated desires of others and using them to manipulate and control others. If he cannot watch them die, watching them suffer and destroy themselves is the next best thing.
Midir is pefectly willing to barter his soul for power, only to try and break the deal at the last minute. Shunning the use of magic for the intimacy of killing someone with a blade. Midir's goals often coincide with which ever dark patron he has chosen to serve, possibly explaining why he has been allowed to escape the reckoning he is most certainly due.
==Current Status== 
Alive and well despite the best efforts of others. Doing what he can to stay off the authorities watch lists and indulge in his own twisted perversions as he does. Has been seen in the company of a green robed mage, apparantly taking orders in a differential manner. Whispers abound that the mage is an disciple of the Old Gods, and Midir a faithful and devoted servant... for the time being.
Category:Alliance
Category:Human
Category:Warrior
Category:Chaotic Evil