Viridiel Morningray

==Appearance==
One of the first things that people tend to notice about Viridiel is his height: he stands a few inches shorter than an average female Blood Elf and a bit more than one head shorter than an average male Blood Elf. This should not be taken as a sign of frailty, however, as he sports a lean, physique somewhat similar to a swimmer or a runner. His facial features are sharp and angular, complete with a hawkish nose and a chin which has been described to "put kings in shame", and he has thin, pale lips and thick and long eyelashes. His thick and coarse jet black hair is usually kept in a somewhat sloppy ponytail but reaches his mid-back when open. Recently, he has also begun to grow a beard, although the results have so far been slim.
Several scars marr Viridiel's body. One of them splits his left eyebrow vertically, and other scars are spread around his body, mostly in arms and legs. Viridiel will usually make up most unbelievable stories about the origins of the scars to anyone who might ask, save for one exception to this rule: there is a large greyish burn mark on his back, which he refuses to explain.
==Occupation==
Viridiel is a warrior-in-training, trying to prove his worth by standing in the frontlines in battles and trying to survive. He seems to have found the so-called sword-and-board battle style most suitable for him and thus usually carries both a shield and a weapon with him. However, his small frame occasionally causes others to doubt his potential or even mock him.
When not training or fighting, Viridiel tends to do a few odd jobs here and there to earn his living. While not particularly skilled in any specific craft, he has quick feet and some muscle and is thus capable enough for menial labour.
==Background==
Viridiel was born approximately 70 years before the First War in a town which nowadays is a part of the desolate Ghostlands. His parents, having long wished for a child but to no avail, loved their only son to seemingly no end, pampering him and spoiling him to some extent. Viridiel enjoyed a fairly safe and comfortable childhood, spending his time mostly loitering around or playing with the neighbourhood children or his cousins.
When the time for Viridiel to start considering his future career, however, his parents started growing slightly concerned. Despite being a healthy child, Viridiel's growth had been stunted, and most combat training academies refused to take a puny, scrawny Elven boy even into consideration. Eventually - after sufficient searching and pleading from Viridiel's parents - he was accepted into ranger training, practicing archery, tracking and any skills which might be needed in the wilderness.
When the Second War reached the borders of Quel'thalas, Viridiel was sent with the High Elven forces to help pushing the Horde back towards the south, serving amongst the ranks of marksmen. Nevertheless, due to only few years of training, next to no actual combat experience and also lack of natural aptitude, his service turned out to be a little more than "unsuccessful": he nearly fired arrows into his own comrades, got caught while trying to sneak around the enemy forces and even escaped capture during one occasion by climbing into a tree instead of fighting with honour. He was eventually sent back to Silvermoon City and told to find a profession which might better suit his skills, much to his humiliation.
===Magister Training===
After his catastrophic attempts of being a Farstrider, Viridiel spent some time acting moody and moping at home, lacking motivation to pursue almost any hobby or profession. It wasn't until a family meeting, where Viridiel and his family had the chance to talk with a cousin who was studying Arcane magic at that time, that he found a new spark to guide his energies and a new goal: becoming a Magister. He managed to persuade his parents into buying some simple spellbooks for him, tried to cram the information into his head, applied for an aptitude test and enter Arcane schooling, barely passing the line. What he lacked in discipline, he tried to make up with ambition and determination, studying at the Sunfury spire for a couple of years.
Nevertheless, Viridiel hadn't been born with much talent in the Arcane. Whereas he managed to learn some of the basic spells and forcefully channel the Arcane, his meager skills blocked further development and finesse, causing most of his magic to remain rough, imprecise and even somewhat volatile. In the end, in his frustration, Viridiel tried casting a spell during a skill level test and it misfired, hitting another student and destroying some minor property. His Arcane studies were finished.
At this point - after having seen their son fail multiple times - Viridiel's parents started to doubt. The unsuccessful attempts had been costly in both money and effort, and when Viridiel once again asked for their support, for the first time, they didn't agree straight away. Instead, they carefully suggested that perhaps he ought to find "his own way of doing things", which hit Viridiel very hard. Feeling betrayed, humiliated and perhaps even embarrassed of his own failures, he grabbed his most important belongings along with a bit a silver, stormed out of Silvermoon and claimed that he wouldn't return to his parents until he had accomplished something worthy of noticing.
===After the Third War & Shattering===
After Viridiel boarded a ship in Sunsail Anchorage and sailed away from Quel'thalas, he practically disappeared. Little was heard of him until he returned on a zeppelin coming from Northrend a few years later: he had been heavily injured after an ambush by Scourge-aligned troops. Most members of the ragtag group of vagabonds and mercenaries, which he had been travelling with, were never seen or heard of again. 
Viridiel spent a couple of weeks in Orgrimmar, resting and recovering from his injuries. Once he had been healed enough to walk around, he disappeared again, and wasn't to be spotted until the Shattering. Much to the surprise of those who had known before his departure from Quel'thalas, he was seen in Silvermoon, and this time, he had also managed to enroll into combat training: his travel clothes were replaced with a suit of ill-fitting mail armour, and he found temporary residence the barracks in the city.
Eventually, Viridiel's path lead him to Orgrimmar, where he spent a while loitering around the city until he ran into a commander of small Horde combat unit, Master Discipliner Garkath Longarm. Although their initial encounter wasn't overly diplomatic or even memorable, somehow Garkath saw the potential behind Viridiel's small frame and stubborn streak and soon decided to take him under his wing and start training him in the arts of combat. While the personalities of the two occasionally clashed, Viridiel was secretly glad for the favour and grew to respect Garkath, spending most of his time either in Orgrimmar or its vicinity.
Some time after the discovery of Pandaria, Garkath's unit was called into action, and the Orcish commander offered Viridiel a chance to join his unit in the Horde skirmishes in the new continent. Viridiel, enthusiastic to prove his skill and to find new and exciting adventures, agreed, and they set sail along with a small group of other Horde members.
==Personal Notes & Trivia==
* Viridiel was born with violet eyes, and a hint of the colour can still be seen beneath the Fel-induced green glow.
* Viridiel's favourite drink is Blood Red Ale.
* The scar splitting Viridiel's eyebrow is actually a result of him bumping his head into the corner of a bookshelf as a child.
* Some suiting TV Tropes:
** Bad Liar (tends to make up most unbelievable stories when pressed about some potentially awkward subjects)
** Deadpan Snarker (occasionally this)
** Miles Gloriosus (to some degree: exaggerates his merits in battle and skills, although isn't a complete coward)
** Plucky Comic Relief (his antics tend to lighten the mood)
** Suspiciously Specific Denial (uses this especially with anything related to magic)
** Tsundere (at least sometimes borders type A)
* Songs which suit Viridiel either from mood or lyrics:
** Motoi Sakuraba - Ashton II
** Nickelback - If Today Was Your Last Day