OOC: So, I've been playing since late BC, and RPing since late WotLK. Really looking forward to get more into it in a vanilla setting! I'll be on the new server, my availability depending on the classes I take during that semester, and my usual hangout spots are various taverns in Stormwind, like the Blue Recluse or the Pig and Whistle. Really looking to get into some world RP too though.
Name: Lucem Quartermane
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Cleric
Habits: Disagrees with his teachers philosophies, tends to hang out with the wrong sort of people.
Age: 16 (normally wouldn't make someone this young for RP, but he's a character I have on retail and I want his background to line up)
Description: From just vision alone, Lucem doesn't usually appear to be more than any normal young man with some money for decent clothes. Normally, there are only a few things that give him away: His scent of vanilla and sweet frankincense, and his calm, mature manner despite his age. His eyes, when seen, are a blind Milky White. Lucem's face is one of the most attractive aspects of his person. His cheekbones are high and noble-like, and his nose is skinny and average length with a tiny upwards flare to the tip of it. His lips are a pale-tannish color, hydrated without any visible cracks to them. His skin is smooth and well-taken care of without a blemish, other than a small, dark freckle right below his right eye. Lucem's body is the rather unfortunate part about him. He is almost completely void of muscle other than a, barely visible, six-pack on his abdomen. His left shoulder has an almost surgically precise line where the iron prosthetic starts. His arm, though metal, has five moving parts that resemble fingers and a thumb.
Background: Born blind, Lucem was always at a sort of disadvantage from the perceptions of others, but he also had a different form of sight. In his mind's eye, he could always sense others by, though he didn't know it, their aura. His parents were a part of a small village that lived in the mountains of Alterac. It was gently prosperous, as they were the only village that had farms for Frostberries, a delicacy that could be made into wine or eaten outright, for which their area had the perfect climate. During the third war, the scourge had stumbled upon this town and tore its inhabitants to shreds. Lucem and his brother were the only known survivors. They had to survive for a long while out in the cold, where Lucem's arm become afflicted with frostbite. They made their way through to Southshore where a doctor had to choice but to remove the limb. Thankfully, Lucem survived the operation. There wasn't much they could offer the city, as they were unskilled. So, when the opportunity came when a boat was going to Stormwind, they took it. Lucem found a place among the priests of the Cathedral, hoping to ease the pains wrought by the war.
