Fhayd de Lorean 

Background

Not much is known about Fhayd before his unsavoury career took off. He was supposedly born in the northern parts of Silverpine, and spend much of his youth in the great city of Lordaeron, working the streets as a pickpocket of quite some skill.

That is, until he picked the wrong pocket. The pidgeon didn't spot him, but the pidgeon's guard did. He was dragged off into an ally to be killed, if it wasn't for the pidgeon himself, one they called "Hawk", who was so impressed with Fhayd's apparent skill at pouch-procurement, that he offered to train the teen right then and there. Faced with death on one hand, and the offer of training on the other, it really was an offer that couldn't be refused. So Fhayd went with them without blinking.

What followed was years of unforgiving training at the Ravenholdt Manor. Fhayd proved quite adept at living the life of an assassin, so he rose swiftly amongst the ranks of the organisation, carrying out one foul deed after the other. As the bodies piled up in spectacular fashion, Fhayd turned to drinking and his work began to suffer for it.

Then during one mission he met the young southerner named Catavina. The two fell in love instantly and Fhayd began cleaning up his life, restoring his position within the organisation.

Because of his service to Ravenholdt, the leadership was quite understanding when Fhayd came to them, asking to be allowed leave to settle down and raise a family with his wife-to-be Catavina.

And so a new life began for Fhayd and his wife. He became a lumberjack and worked as a carpenter as well to make ends meet. Life was good for the couple, and it only became better as Catavina gave birth to their son who was named Ceragan.

After the second war, a call was sounded for all to rebuild the city of Stormwind in the south. Seeing a great opportunity for himself and his family, Fhayd moved them all south at a great expense in order to restore the city to its former glory. Work was put in day and night and it was tough on the little family, but they endured. The reward at the end in the form of payment would make it all worth it in the end.

Only there was no payment. The kingdom had no gold in its coffers, and the workers who had toiled daily for the city, were exiled.

Fhayd became a bitter and angry man. Having tried to live a good and honest life, and be "rewarded" in this way, became too much for him. He couldn't just turn his back on everything. His family needed housing, clothing, food and all sorts of necessities.

So he went with Van Cleef.

The burning anger that had driven Fhayd into the Brotherhood soon burned itself out. His resentment for Stormwind and its king remained, but when the Brotherhood turned their actions towards the peasants and townsfolk of Elwynn and Westfall as much as the nobility of Stormwind, Fhayd became disillusioned.

He slowly withdrew from any of the Defias activities in the region, and was one day spotted on the streets of Stormwind itself. Unknowingly to others he was working those streets as a pickpocket of some repute, having fallen back to his old old ways from before the days of the manor. It was here that he met the Queen of Old Town, who in a strikingly similar way to how Fhayd found himself in the employ of Ravenholdt Manor, got caught picking the wrong pocket as she tried to pick Fhayd's. A friendship as well as a good-natured rivalry blossomed in the cesspool that was Old Town. They became quite the menace on the streets of Stormwind, robbing the rich and the poor alike. Despite being delivered personally to the Watch office by Golden-boy Greymantle on two occassions for thievery, none of the charges stuck as no evidence could be found on Fhayd, that he had "pinched the pidgeon", much to the chagrin of the knight.

He served briefly in the Stormwind Irregulars during this time as a favour to Rubeus Harland.

Things seemed good, ends were being met, and friends had been found in places where he would never have expected them to be found.

But all good things must come to an end, and to be fair, once you carry the cog, you never really leave it behind. The Defias, who knew about Fhayd's former work, took his family hostage and blackmailed him into killing Sallien Harrow. Fhayd knew his life was forfeit, and when he looked into the eyes of his victim he realised he could just make it seem as if he had attempted the murder and failed. The dagger ended up in her stomach instead of her throat. His life seemingly ended, during his escape, when he was shot multiple times and crashed into the canal outside of Old Town.

Always having bragged to the Princess of Old Town, that he never was  one to die easily, he was in turn pulled out of the canal by the young woman Julienne, who dragged him out of Stormwind and brought him Brightwood grove to meet that bleedin' knightly berk. After having recovered, Fhayd served in the group of lowlives known as the Brightwood Brigands who were being lead by the knight of Alterac.

When the maimed man known as George Colton became tired of banditry, the Brightwood Brigands became the Red Company, and Fhayd, given his prowess and the loyalty he had shown to others than himself and his family for once in his life, became a Sergeant in the group of mercenaries he now found himself with.