Eugiene Belcourt-Spaulding

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 **Nation**
 **Born**
 **Hobbies**
 **Signature**
 **Holdings**
 **Relatives**
* Aldrych Zenai-Makorav Belcourt (Unborn son)
* Karlina Belcourt (Stepdaughter)
* Alinar Belcourt (Stepson)
* Johnathan Spaulding (Cousin)
* Leena Spaulding (Cousin)
* Eric Spaulding (Uncle)

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**Eugiene R. Belcourt-Spaulding** Currently a resident Master Alchemist within Stormwind, answering whomever actually can actually challenge his confidence within his craft.

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## Personality

After he finally grew out of his submissive and shy stages of life, being given a new source of confidence? Eugiene is rather forwards with anything he thinks or says to anyone, no matter their position in any governing body. Though he is still mostly quiet within social settings as he hasn't worked on how to actually do 'small talk' with others he's not familiar with or understanding majority of lighthearted jokes.

## Biography

Living within the slums of Gilneas with his mother, they were homeless and always begging for spare coins to any passerby that would give them any sort of mercy within the cruelty of life. The days always seemed so bright in the optimistic eyes of the young boy, even when they didn’t scrap enough copper to eat for the night- it didn’t bother him. He had such high hopes in life that nothing would get him down, not just yet. Yet all it takes is one bad day and night to change someone for the entirety of their life. One particular night within December, his mother resorted to prostitution to get the food and gifts she wanted for her precious little angel- but she never returned to the alley that they lived within. She has been strangled by an unruly customer until the life within her eyes had been snuffed out like a flame between two fingers.

Eugiene was taken in by the Gilnean authorities to identify his mother, which no child should point out the remains of the only person in his life that he knew and revered as a saint. Crushed. Broken. Lost. Those were the only words to describe a child of 7 years of age that had just lost his mother that was just trying to provide a great holiday to enjoy as a regular child. Instead of an orphanage, the Gilnean authorities had learned that Eugiene still had one family member still alive- his Grandfather that lived on the Northern moor near the gate was an alchemist.

Now I wish I could say that the child would go through a bout of depression and soon recover to be one of happiness and joy.. But that wasn’t the case. His Grandfather despised Eugiene, for being a fatherless, worthless ‘creature’ as he described it. Going through more years of abuse, starvation, and much more. The child never had a chance to never again think of the world being a place of opportunity, but one of hatred and failure, just like him.

August, during the spread of the Worgen curse.

Now being a young adult, Eugiene was short and thin due to years of neglect and abuse his Grandfather Markov gave to him, but he had learned to just be silent. No thoughts and no words. One night as the rampaging Worgen were creeping along the moors, his Grandfather had sent him out to gather firewood and a few ingredients from the Northgate woods. He had to follow the directions of his Grandfather, he didn’t wish to be beaten again or starve once more that night. His Grandfather had thought to just send Eugiene to his death, to distract Worgen so he could make his escape to the other side of Gilneas.

Taking only a small lantern with only a few drops of oil left within it and a large satchel to carry everything back, Eugiene had descended into the dark woods of the Northern gate forest. Within the heart of the woods, Eugiene had met his greatest fear… the Worgen. Just a single Worgen, but one that was of monstrous size. He ran and ran for the edge of the forest, the only thing his mind thought of ‘salvation’ in such a long time.. But Eugiene did not make it. He was ravaged, bitten, and clawed by the insane beast and was left to die when it had its fill. The edge of the forest is where he had fallen, and that is where he thought would be his grave. An unmarked one, fit for a worthless and hopeless child.

October, that same year.

Darkness. Floating.. And Voices…? All he could remember from that night was pain and then the cold embrace of darkness, but something warm slowly was laid upon him, like he was a babe once more being wrapped by his mother. Slowly opening his eyes to meet the face of.. What is that? A slender face, blue hues for eyes, long ears, and.. Purple skin? This strange thing looked down at him with such a soft smile and then she spoke, “You’re awake! I was worried that we had lost you..”. His eyes looked around the room with intense focus, something was wrong.

Eugiene was able to see every little detail of the room within his field of vision, he was able to smell various things and tell if they were stale or new, and all those noises.. It was nearly overwhelming. Lifting a hand to grab for his head, but he stopped.. A clawed and hair covered appendage of.. A worgen came into view! Panic set into him as he reeled back until he felt a tree behind him. Looking around for the beast, but saw none. The stranger quickly got up and hovered her hands over his head and right shoulder, “Shh.. Shh.. Calm yourself child of Gilneas.. Deep breaths.. I am Stelia, Druidess of the Kaldorei.”. Blinking slowly as those words range some sort of memory long ago from a book, once more looking around the room carefully, “Wh-where is -it-..? The beast..?”. Fear pumped through his body at the thought of one of THINGS being near him and this ‘Kaldorei’ that seemed to care for him way too much for being a stranger. Stelia bit her bottom lip and grabbed a small bowl of water, “The beast.. Well.. I’m sorry, but you are that beast..”.

Holding the bowl out for Eugiene to to see this new visage, he howled in disbelief, pain, and sorrow. He was that beast, the thing that stalked his dreams in the darkest of places, Eugiene Spaulding had been infected with the Worgen Curse.

November, that same year

I won’t accept this.. Fear.. Anger.. Pain… This -beast- that dwells in my innermost thoughts, to come out with heightened emotions. Boarding the many ships that were fleeing Gilneas towards Stormwind and other lands he has never heard of before, yet a hand had interrupted his thoughts as a dewy eyed girl took his hand within hers, “Come on Eugiene! We can’t miss this boat!”, his childhood friend from long ago.. Linatia, she grew up within the upper class of society compared to him that would be called a ‘slum rat’, and sadly? She was afflicted too. The young man would be pulled upon the deck of the ship and the long weeks at sea ate away at his sanity between the storms and sea sickness that plagued his body.

The blistering sun hit his skin when he finally awoke after a rather nasty storm that threw the ship they’ve been on astray and into the rocks that surrounded this.. Place. The others around him were slowly picking themselves up, and so was Lina who wasn’t very far from him. They all looked around at this strange red rocked place, and the smell of sulfur upon the winds, so wouldn’t they flee- right? No. Eugiene stayed with this group of Gilneans within the Blasted lands and was within the first census of Surwich, but it didn’t last long. This group of Gilneans followed the dream of a particular druid, but it didn’t really interest him, the craft of Alchemy started to take hold of him. Though peaceful times do not last, the growth of a new tree, something descended upon the town of Surwich. Demonic beings, the things of horrible nightmares just like the affliction! Once the demons had came crashing down around the town, a group of the younger citizens had fled with the protection of a strange Dwarf named Agnard Banehammer. That was the day of which started his descent into the practice of Fel magic.

## Titles & Monikers

### Master of Alchemical Warfare - Of Dust and Ruin

Specializing in this form of Alchemy, his recipes have stricken terror into those who have been affected by them.

### 'The Mad Scholar'

Nothing is off the books for him to research if it has stricken his personal interest and know that he will plunge himself into the depths that not many dares to walk within.

### 'The Damned Leech'

Being given a specific title during his time within the Black Harvest, he specialized in 'stealing' magic from others around him.

## Relationships

**Eugiene Belcourt-Spaulding** met **Karou Belcourt** Through his first Fiancé who sadly perished from being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was there to comfort Eugiene through the years of saddness and despair, and creating a bond between the two.

**Eugiene Belcourt-Spaulding's** current closest friend is **Alonso Kallifur**

**Lady Vittoria Hale** is considered his closest Allies.