Donegal "Rusty Nail" MacNail
Donegal, upon inspection, appears as a rusty, worn and dusty fellow; the smell of tobacco coats his person - with the supporting companionship of some form of alcohol with a hint of sweat and grime, possibly from adventuring. Donegal is within his early thirties years, despite being so - Donegal looks tremendously older than he actually is due to his daily life and how he lives. His clothes are usually rugged or pieced together; rarely seen in sophisticated and stylish clothing, if he is - it is usually a burgundy-like felt coat with pin-striped satin trousers, thick dusted leather hide boots with felt lining stitching them together. His general lack of style hands Donegal a sense of unique fashion or style - if you would call it that. The lowly sense of fashion on his person is accompanied with a golden rimmed, lightly polished monocle with a fine, thin crack upon it. The monocle support his lack of style with some, atleast!
(( Picture made by Belles ))
Donegal was born as a son to two farmers in Hillsbrad, he had a rather large family living on his fathers and mothers farm. At an early age, Donegals father left, on what he said was a glorious adventure, with the goal to find a pitch of gold at the end of the rainbow, but he was never seen again. Donegal was inspired by his fathers lust for adventure, so in due time when Donegal was old enough, he tired of the boring life he had at the farm, and he wanted something else, he wanted adventure!
Donegals uncle understood his lust for adventure, so he taught him a few moves with a blade. Donegals mother would not let him set off on a journey, although Donegals uncle was a wandering bard so he managed to make Donegal his apprentice.
Now the years flew by, Donegal was following his uncle around Azeroth, performing and soon he was a skilled bard, a famous bard! Although in due time, his uncle passed away, but the sorrow did not prevent Donegal from keeping up the good work.
Upon settling in Stormwind, Donegal met an elf by name of Zeraphine. Donegal and Zeraphine had a romance, but it would not last long, when giving birth to Donegals firstborn son, Zeraphine left him, taking the boy with her, Donegal was devestated at this time.
The years passed by, Donegal felt the urge for adventure getting bigger, so he decided to create a league, a band of adventurers which would be his future comrades. So under the name of Rusty Nail, due to his surname being MacNail, and him being an experienced adventurer with a ginger apperance, he created the Rusty Nails Adventurer, which soon would be his new family, a bunch of heroic dungeon crawling adventurers!
One night Donegal stumbled around in the alleys in Old Town, drunk to his boot, a young female pulls a knife towards him, trying to achieve his pouch of coins. Donegal, drunk as he was, didn't do much of resistance but more or less gave her the pouch, although when entering the moonlight, they both recognized eachother, the young female being Cafleen, Donegal's childhood friend from a farm nearby his old home.
It became a rather awkward moment, but soon the both started a conversation and both were rather glad to meet eachother again. When the time came, at the dawn of a new day, lips to lips, Donegal had finally met the true love.
||Adventuring and Heroism! |
||Cowards, demons, undead and any other wretched evil! |
||"Any way is the safest way with Rusty Nail!", "Do not fear, Rusty Nail is here!" |