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Name: Caspian Rothgar

Race & Gender: Human Male

Age: 27

Class: Paladin, Primary Holy/ Protection

Professions: Engineer and Herbalist

Weapons of Choice: Caspian particularly likes using blades of any kinds but has been known to use Spears and Maces as well.

Home: Stromgarde

Physical Description: Short dark brown hair hanging down into a untidy mess, strong cut body, thick eye brows but no facial hair, Caspian has a light scar running from his left cheek up to his ear which is split in half. The reason for this scar is not completely known because Caspian only speaks of it when he is pushed, but some believe that it was caused by the undead named Risu.

Personality: Caspian is quiet and polite, but that doesn’t keep him from getting his point across. He has a weakness of being overly aggressive in battle, and because of this he will sometimes find himself all alone on a battlefield after charging an enemy force and, unknowingly, leave his allies behind. He has many scars from such events and many regrets.

History: Years ago, before the second war, Caspian’s father was one of Stromgarde’s Soldiers. It was during this time when all use to be peaceful, back before Stromgarde was abandoned. His father, Casius Rothgar, had lived in the city of Strom before the Second War, along with his wife and newly born child, who was named Caspian. After the Third war and the Assassination of Thoras Trollbane the City was abandoned and Casius was forced to find a new home. They took refuge in Southshore until they had completed a small farm nestled in the Alterac Mountains, on the shore of the lake. Over the next few years Caspian’s mother gave birth to two other sons, Casius and later Fritz. Sadly their mother died only weeks after giving birth to Fritz.

When Caspian later grew into a young man (near 15 years of age) he, being the oldest, was left in charge while his father would prepare the wagon and leave to sell their goods to South Shore and other close villages. Always aware that Syndicate thugs could attack the farm while his father was away, Caspian would sit by the window with his fathers sword in hand ready to protect what land they had.

One of these days after his Father had returned from Southshore, another woman accompanied him. Caspian being the only son to remember their mother very well was outraged. To upset to even speak with his father he got back to his chores without as much as glance towards his father for the rest of the day. Over time Caspian’s dislike of his fathers choice drove them farther and farther apart, he couldn’t believe that his father found comfort in the arms of another woman. Eventually an argument broke out between Caspian and his father. Insults were shouted back and forth, all of which were regretted later, the fight ended with Caspian shouting curses towards his father and running into the house to pack his belongings, Caspian left the farm that afternoon not intending to return.

He knew that he needed to find a way to keep food in his belly and he figured fighting for some faction would do it. Now that Stromgarde was gone he only knew of one other faction that would be in need of soldiers. So he made up his mind to try and get to Theramore.When Caspian arrived at Southshore he sold all that he wouldn’t need, including his ring, which all Rothgars carried, so he could buy enough supplies to make it to the Wetlands. He was happy to rid himself of the family crest, he had become disgusted with his family and wished not to be reminded of his past.

After several days of walking Caspian finally made it to Menethil Harbor. When he reached the gates he planned to take the first boat out to Theramore and attempt to join their forces. After getting restocked with supplies in the local shops and getting a spot on the next ship, he decided to go to the Inn and get a drink to clear his mind. As he sat in the back alone he couldn’t help but notice a group of dwarfs laughing and shouting at each other in their own tongues. After a while he was noticed by them and was invited over for a drink, nearly two hours later after drinking several Volatile Rums, he had not only gained a few dwarf friends but also a nickname, “Dragon Breath”, he had no idea why he was given this name because he knew he had drank a lot but still no were near to how much the dwarfs had. Later, Caspian would find out that the rum he had come quit fond of, was actually used by goblins in there engineering as fuel, although he felt odd that he had been drinking something used in machines he never dropped his taste for Volatile Rum.

After being awakened by the Innkeeper the next morning, he found himself on the floor of the Inn; he realized that he missed his ship. Running out side towards the harbormaster he learned that the next boat wouldn’t arrive for two weeks. Feeling stupid and having a massive headache from the night before, he waved good by to his new dwarf friends and left for the City of Stormwind.

His dwarf friends told him that if he needed a trade and work then Stormwind was the place to go and that the dwarfs had many cousins along the way to help him, he just simply had to say Urrick and he would be stocked with fresh supplies before he knew it. When passing through the Dwarfen lands, Caspian was indeed helped by several of Urrick’s cousins and in his travels he came across a dwarf by the name of Tognus Flintfire, who taught him the trade of Blacksmithing. After a few months of travel and adventures, Caspian finally crossed through the Redridge Mountains and entered Elwynn Forest. He decided to stay at the Lion Pride Inn before entering Stormwind. Being in the quiet little town of Goldshire, Caspian was able to meet many interesting people, some of who would later become his good friends and enemies.

Ready to set up his trade and to begin his new life as a blacksmith Caspian entered the Stormwind gates. He spent several days earning copper and a few silver here and there. While exploring the city one day, he entered the Cathedral of Light, not knowing what would be in store for him…

Almost seven years later, Caspian was almost done with his training as a Paladin, he had become part of the Hand of the Faith and gained many more friends, but more importantly his skill with the sword was becoming astonishing. He had traveled most of the area with his good friend Uthild, who was also a Paladin and part of the Hand of the Faith, together they slayed many Defias thugs and assassins, slaughtered a clan of rampaging gnoles, and launched many skirmishes against the Orcs in Redridge. They had come to call themselves brothers. After coming back from a long day of trying to keep the peace in Redridge Caspian entered the Lion Pride Inn to be welcomed by Inn Keeper Farley who handed Caspian a letter, he said a horsemen in red armor dropped it off. The letter was sealed with wax, bearing the mark of Stromgarde.

The letter read that his father had been called to battle in the name of Lord Galen Trollbane and in recent attacks by the Horde, had fallen in the defense of his King. Fearing for his brother’s fate he prepared to leave right away, he said goodbye to Uthild and left for Stormwind to get the rest of his things before starting his long journey North.

After all these years Caspian was still amazed with the size of the Mountains in the Dwarfen lands, it all seemed to familiar to him as he slowly made his way back home. He soon arrived at Stromgarde to pay his respect to his father; all of his anger had seemed to drift away over the years and soon turned into sorrow. He was greeted by Galen Trollbane at the gate which no longer seemed to be in good shape, he told him that his father fought bravely and that he died with honor. As Lord Trollbane handed Caspian his fathers ring and told him that he would always have a place in Stromgarde he couldn’t help but feel proud for that short moment. Paying his last respect to his father’s grave he continued on his journey to his old home, he still had to check on his brothers.

Only two days later Caspian was almost home, along his trip he couldn’t help but realize how much darker the forests had become and all the strang beast lurking in the wood and hills, evil was starting to crawl back into his old lands. From the corner of his eye, he saw a small figure fly towards him; out of instinct he ducked only to dodge a dagger by an inch. He jumped off his horse and pulled out his sword. Out of the shadows leaped a dark figure; it was a creature of Elven likeliness, covered in a cloak and dark leather. A foul stench was coming from it and Caspian, after his long and tiresome training as a Paladin, knew instantly that it was a Forsaken, this creature would later be known to him as Risu the Skinner. That battle went on for what seemed like centuries, both opponents striking back and forth, blocking one another’s attacks. Finally, after a long and tiresome conflict, Caspian kicked over his opponent and was about to slay the monster, when a sudden unknown attacker threw him back. He turned around, only to see another forsaken, but this one was different, he felt as if he had seen this one before, but where? Then it hit him; it was his younger brother Garren.

There was no movement, no sound, nothing, all that could be heard for the next few seconds was the heavy sound of Caspian breathing. Caspian couldn’t believe that his own brother was now the very thing that he was trained to hunt down and destroy. Garren quickly took advantage of Caspian’s hesitation and leaped at him with a dagger drawn, Caspian blocked the attack and with one last look of his former brother, he swung his sword and decapitatedGarren. Turning around to face his original attacker, all Caspian saw was a space of flattened grass were the forsaken once laid. He searched the area only to come out empty handed. He knew that if this undead was what had corruptedGarren, then it might have gotten Fritz as well, but there was still hope, he had no word of Fritz yet, he could still be alive he thought to him self. After giving his brother a formal but quick burial he got back on his horse and rode to his farm, holding back tears.

When he arrived, all he found was his crops infected from disease, and his cattle dead, some partially eaten. He walked into the house, the door looked as if it had been forced off its hinges, most of the windows were shattered and furniture was broken and scattered all over the room. He could see faint traces of bloodstains on the floor and a gash in the wall, where, he figured a sword had struck. A fight took place here. Suddenly a board from the second story creaked, someone was up stairs, was it his attacker? Or maybe Fritz? Grabbing his sword and running as fast as he could, bounding up the stairs two at a time, he turned left to see the back of his brother Fritz. The figure in front of him slowly turned around to reveal that his eyes were as black as night and that his jaw hung limp. Caspian couldn’t hold it any longer, surrendering his pride he began to cry, as he slowly pulled out his sword as if it pained him. He got into his battle stance and prepared for a fight that he knew would change his life forever. Sword raised high Caspian charged the mindless undead with all intentions of killing it. In the end it came down to Caspians sword pressed against the undeads neck, but he couldn’t do it, even after all the things he had killed Caspian couldn’t bring himself to kill something as vile as a walking corpse. Fritz quickly got up and ran for the door. Caspian didn’t even make an attempt to stop him; he simply fell to the ground and began to weep, he knows that they will meet up again. After taking one last look at his old life he started making his way towards Stromgarde in a hope to make peace with his fathers spirit and himself. Like father like son Caspian planned to defend Stromgarde, even if that led to the extinction of the Rothgar family.

Caspian was forever scared from that night, he was now driven by vengeance and rage, and he soon lost all traces of ever once being a noble Paladin. Losing contact with all of his old friends from the Hand of the Faith he slowly drifted into a world of darkness and sorrow.