Darlston

Darlston Kasperlund
| Name | Darlston |
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| Occupation | Blacksmith |
| Age | Early Twenties. |
| Race | Worgen |
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| Residence | Stormwind |
| Guild | The Bowline Lighters |
| Outward Appearance | Face: Darlston, while young has stern facial features, with high cheekbones, blue-grey eyes and a hawklike patrician nose. His brown/blonde hair normally sits atop his scalp in an untidy mop, unless of course he is attending some form of event that requires a modicum of personal hygeine. Body: His body, while well-toned is more wiry than it is muscular. He is for the whole unscarred but like all other Infected Gilneans he bears a souvenir from the Worgen epidemic upon his torso.
Personality: Darlston is a kind individual, Often seen making jokes or snarky remarks, and can sometimes appear to be quite simple, which is of course a facade, in truth being quite a smart young man. |
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Background
Early life:
Darlston Kasperlund was born into an age of Warfare and Destruction, Born shortly after the wall had been closed off to the outside World, Darlston was raised in the mining community of Emberstone where he grew up with his Mother, His father having of died when he was born. Darlston Grew up around miners and Blacksmiths, where he learned his Trade, However as he grew Tensions soon grew between the Gilnean nobles, Unbeknownst to him War was stirring.
Civil-War!
After The Northgate Rebellion Tension rose to a new point, Gilneans fought Gilneans in a gruelling Civil-War Darlston had to live through this, His Teenage years where wrought with War and suffering, Until finally he came to age to join in the War effort, He pledged himself to the Rebel cause, and to fight off the Loyalist troops, He was one amongst many such young lads who fought for their cause and did so with such vindiction that in time he became the second in command of a squad of youths, each drawn from the Town of Emberstone, Each one a freind of the Young Darlston. It was with this Squad that he would eventuall be turned into one of the Beastmen formally known as Worgen.
These days:
During the Tumult and Chaos in Gilneas Darlston was never able to really go through the Freeing ritual which enabled other Afflicted Gilneas to control themselves without the use of Continuous Doses of Krennans "Cure" the exodus occured just after Darlston was brought around from the Relative Simplicity of a Ferals mind-set.
A few months after the Exodus Darlston joined the Gilnean league, Unbeknownst to him of inner-struggle within the Order would cause it to split later to form The coalition Formed of Ex-members of the now split Gilnean league.
These days Darlston can be found with others of his kind upon the ship, "The maidens Gauntlet" seeking out allies in hopes that one day he can return to Gilneas... And resettle the land once more, To live in peace.
However that would be denied him, The Coalition failed and collapsed into itself back into the League once more - Darlston travelled with his Comrades up North once again, upon arriving in Silverpine they set up a base of operations planning to re-enter the ruined Gilneas, with force if need be.
Soon after creating a home in Silverpine however Darlston was subject to a patrol - however an unexpected accident sends it into Chaos, being hit by a Coffin-hauler he was captured by the devious Forsaken, he is yet to be heard of or even seen ever since that fateful accident.
After a week Darlston was rescued from the rotting clutches of the Forsaken, Darlston was reunited with the League, who before long shifted their position from their temporary base in Silverpine to the homeland, several days later they returned to Keel harbour, and have started to at long last rebuild.
Right now:
Currently Darlston has found himself in the company of The Stormglen minutemen, who are a group of soldiers intent on hassling the Forsaken as much as possible, while wanting to aid his nation, he also suffers from a pang of lonlieness from leaving his comrades in the Gilnean league... But of course this was not to last - soon after arriving the Militia fell to the might of the Forsaken, becoming picked off and defeated, Darlston had no choice but to return home.
Here he really fell to rock bottom, unemployed and penniless he set out in search of a job or anything to provide him with shelter. Eventually he found a job down the docks, the money here sustained a room in a nearbu tavern, but this of course brought new problems entirely: A sufficient supply of alcohol to drown himself in, the events in Gilneas had left the poor man on the edge.
He with his merry band of comrades in the Dockers proceed however to work, ensuring the dock is in working order... and occasionally ensuring that other dockers and gangs keep in line.
| Friends | Nostron, Adelaide, His Old Comrades, The Dockers. |
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| Relatives | Tratius: Uncle. The Rest are dead. |
| Rivals/ Enemies | None yet, however he dislikes his uncle. |
| Opposite faction attitude | Despises |
| Loves | Doing his duty, for king and country. |
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| Hates | Getting shot. |
| Motivation | To return once more to his Beloved Gilneas |
| Quotes | "What do you mean that "there's a good chance that we may die and that I should go first?" |
Darlston's Adventures
| The Encrouching Darkness. | 1 year 37 weeks ago |
| Darlston's Nightmare | 1 year 43 weeks ago |