Odil

Category:Alliance
Category:Dwarf
Category:Priest
Category:Tailor (A)
Category:Skinner (A)
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Odil Stonelight
==Core Statistics==
Name: Odil, of the Stonelight clan.
Title: Wandering Priest. 
Race: Dwarf.
Class: Priest
Professions: Tailoring and Skinning
Age: 64.
Eye Colour: Red.
Hair: Black.
Skin-Tone: Sooty.
Height: 4'11".
Weight: 175 lbs.
Alignment: Lawful Good.
==Physical Appearance==
When they were still alive, Odil very much resembled his three elder brothers, though he was born with his father's fiery red eyes instead of his mother's yellow. While Odil is only slightly shorter than the average dwarf, it is quite easy to notice how thin he is compared to his bretheren. He lacks a wide frame and strong muscles to complement, but he'd like to think his other traits make up for that. 
Wearing his beard long, as his brothers did before they died, the dwarf keeps it this length as an homage to them, and is often seen smoothing it down. Odil tries to dress elegantly, as his clan and calling prefers, but is not above putting on some twill for an old fashioned fishing trip.
==Personality==
Odil is a remarkably quiet fellow considering his reputation during the Second War. When one does finally manage to catch him in a talkative mood, they can see where the title bears merit; Odil is a cheery man with a constant optimistic attitude, though his long periods of silence and deep thought belie this fact. Many people would consider him cold at first glace, but the dwarf merely has a lot on his mind, and is not without his times of sorrow as well. He misses his brothers and dead kin dearly, but the loss only gives him strength to live another day for their memory.
==Background==
===Fond Memories of Youth===
Born into the once endangered clan of Stonelight, Odil and his siblings came as a great boon to the family. Where the clan elders were facing problems with a shortage of heirs and future kin, Odil's parents responded with four sons and eight daughters. They were very busy. Despite their many children, Odil's parents did their best to teach and entertain all of them. Odil was the youngest of the sons, but stayed very close with all of his brothers as they grew and learned about the clan's pledge to The Light. It was the family's charge to spread the teachings of universal peace and kindness, goodwill and charity, to all living sentient creatures. They would be the ones to protect the innocents during war and aid them in their times of uncertainty.
Yet because Odil was born nearly fourty years before the first war of Man and Orc, he lived a very peaceful and uneventful youth leading into his maturity. When he was not studying with his father in the clan's library, he would sew with his sisters for the family business, making everything from bandages to elaborate robes. Other times he be seen playing rigorous sports with his brothers, though Odil was never as fast or as strong as they were. 
===Times of War===
One day, Odil heard news from his eldest brother, Dirdorl, of a great skirmish in the southern lands of the humans with another unknown race. Soon all of Ironforge was abuzz with gossip, wondering what would come of this strange happening in the southern lands. They learned all too late that the orcs had invaded southern Azeroth and destroyed much of the human kingdom. The Stonelight clan was put in charge of healing any and all traveling humans from the south to the northern kingdoms of the humans. Odil did not get to participate in as much of the healing as he'd have preferred, but he knew that his siblings were older and more experienced than he was. Nevertheless, the young dwarf worked dilligently and his clan saved countless lives as the battle-torn and freezing humans passed through Khaz Modan.
As Anduin Lothar sought to unify the human kingdoms, the clans of Ironforge decided to come together and assist their human allies in any way possible should they ever move against the orcish horde. When the Second War began, the dwarves had plenty of opportunity to prove their honor. Yet the Stonelight clan was given a special task; working closely with a secretive human guild, they would aid in the search and destruction of possible demonic forces behind the wars. When they were not actively out in duty, the clan was to stay in Ironforge and help field any wounded that fell in battle and were sent home. It was the perfect cover-up.
Following the trail of Gul'Dan and the orcish clans supporting him for months, the undercover alliance guild agreed with the Stonelight clan to intercept the suspicious horde fleets heading out into deep sea. Due to the secretive nature of the guild, the Stonelights were kept mostly in the dark of the true intentions of the orcish warlock. All they were told was, with help from their gnomish cousins, to set out to sea in submarines in a bid to capture and interrogate the orcs. Unfortunately for the dwarves, Gul'Dan was not merely power-hungry but paranoid as well, and they soon found themselves separated as the great war turtles of the horde scattered the unified ships. 
Odil had been deployed with a number of gnomish officials on his vessel, and they would be the ones to lead the fleet. Unfortunately, they were the first to be attacked and began to leak as the other ships sailed off in retreat, the orcish fleet in tow. Many of the gnomish instruments were burning while the water poured in through cracks in the hull of the submarine, and try as they might, nothing could be done. The remaining crew left alive after the initial strike decided to brave the freezing cold waters of the Great Sea in hopes of rescue, for the alternative was death. Holding out as long as they could, the gnomes succumbed to the elements one by one until only Odil remained, shivering and exhausted as he clung to a piece of debris. When all was thought to be lost, a ship of elvish design appeared on the horizon. 
Odil was rescued by a wayward Elvish Destroyer, captained by the High Elf Don’Kilre. Also aboard the ship was Antodagny Delreth, soon to become one of Odil’s closest friends after the war. After some convincing, Don’Kilre agreed to take Odil to the coordinates he was ordered to go in the hopes of fulfilling his secret mission and meeting up with his separated kin. Odil’s dreams were troubled as they approached the volcanic islands, evil things flitting in shadowy forms and cries from familiar voices to turn back. When they came upon the islands, the fleet found orcish ships firing upon one another and Odil immediately recognized a docked ship as one of his own aside from the conflicting horde. 
None of the men aboard wanted to go into shore, but Odil begged them to do so, and Don’Kilre knew this was a mission of some importance, so on they went. Searching for a few hours only to come upon a lone camp, Odil was struck with an image that would haunt him to this day. For there lay his slaughtered brothers and kin, mowed down by retreating orcs as they fled from the dangers of the island. Tearing at his beard and crying out in grief, Odil fell to his knees and into a state of misery that no one could seem to shake. 
Don’Kilre seemed to sigh heavily, as if he was about to say something, but what would seem like a sigh was actually a puncture wound to the back of the neck from an eldritch blast of a demon high above. The camp erupted in chaos as the demons swooped down to maim the other crewmen, but Odil moved not an inch. Lost in his own grief, the dwarf cradled the dead body of his eldest brother while the battle raged on around him. Suddenly, Odil heard a voice, and he looked down to see his brother’s eyes open, staring at him with a stern face, “Ye canne’ do anything fer us now, Odil, but ye must press on! Take yer teachin’s an’ save these brave men, go an’ get from this hellish place. Do what the Stonelight blood in yer veins will yeh to, an’ do it with pride!” 
A million different memories hit Odil then, brief images of his childhood coming to him; homemade cherry pie baked for four hungry sons, a leather ball for times when the snow fell too thick, a warm fire in a cozy study, a bolt of silk cloth by a set of sewing tools. Laying his dead brother down, Odil inhaled and stood, screaming forth a cry so terrifying that even demons would flee. Extending his hands outward, an explosion of light erupted from Odil’s person and the sailors around him were instantly cured of their injuries. Odil then raised his fist in determination and instructed the men to follow him. Odil would later be commended for his leadership during this time, coordinating a swift retreat out and away from the volcanic islands with no further casualties.
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