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Aviza Azurelight

Name: Aviza Azurelight

Age: 450 - (Roughly 33 in human years.)

Sex: Female

Race: Night Elf

Class: Warden

Equipment and Gear: Aviza Azurelight wears a set of heavy Warden armor, which is only available to those Wardens who have proved themselves upon the field of battle over many years. The heavy Warden armor has a number of hooks upon its back which is used to hold the iconic Warden weapon, the Glaive. Aviza traded out this weapon for the long-sword, which she finds much more useful on the ever changing battlefield. This unique blade of exquisite craftsmanship was made and given to her from a life long friend, the day she became a fully fledged Warden. The weapon has a slightly curved hilt, and the blade has was crafted to cut through mental, bone, and flesh with ease.

It had already seen a great deal of use in battle, but Aviza kept it in top condition by always keeping it in its protective sheath upon the back of her armor when it was not in use and also tending to any damage it received. Due to the choice of weapon, this gives Aviza the chance to wear a combat backpack upon her back, which she fills with important supplies that range from survival, to scouting, to advanced first aid, and some miscellaneous items. Occasionally, she will travel with a high-quality, one handed crossbow, which has proven useful in many situations.

History: Aviza Azurelight was born 450 years ago to a well off family in the forest of Ashenvale. Shortly after, her family moved to Teldrassil and began preparing for a new life that would send all three the families sisters into the Ranks of the Sentinels. Both of her parents were part of the Night Elven military, holding high ranks and political power among the rest of their kind. They found themselves wanting to raise the three of their children the way they had been. At a very young age, they were taught about aspects of their culture and what was expected from them, since the three of them were females. These lessons went on for many years, and the three sisters grew close together, deciding to join the Teldrassil Sentinel army together.

This was not an issue, the issue was how Aviza was becoming more and more competitive amongst her other two sisters, aiming to out do them in every aspect. She pushed herself harder, over came more challenges than they, and proved to be the first choice for recruitment into the Warden ranks when that time came. They had planned to all work together and achieve that goal as one, but Aviza had other plans. While her parents were proud of her and happy of her accomplishments, her two sisters felt as if they had been left behind, as if their own family had chosen her to be their best. Internal conflict happened inside of the family for many years untill the other two sisters were admitted into the ranks of the Wardens, where they found themselves working under Aviza herself. Family bounds are hard to break, and shortly after things were back to normal, though Aviza kept a close eye on her sisters to ensure they would accomplish great things. As of this day, they all resides at the Warden castle known as Ember-Rock.

Appearance: Aviza's form is like that of every other female Nightelf Warden, slim and curvy with that attractive female look but also muscular and very well fit. Her eyes glow a light azure blue and the color of her hair is like that of the ocean at night, a very dark blue that is almost black. Her face and smooth and well shaped, she stands at a normal female Night Elf's height and her voice carries an accent that does not match the rest of her race. (Her Voice/Accent: https://youtu.be/18PEQHZ4o5M)

Personality: As a member of the Wardens, Aviza Azurelight has a will of iron that is matched by her steadfast determination to thoroughly eliminate all hostiles that threaten the Alliance and the people of Azeroth. Some call her reckless, but in truth she carefully plans out each of her actions before swiftly putting them into motion, there is no room for mistakes upon the battlefield. When serving along her own kind, she is selfless and honorable. She will assist those who are in need the most, if appropriate. At times, she can be unpredictable, using her creativity to overcome whatever challenges that are tossed her way. All of this does not mean she does not know how to have a good time. In fact, this Night Elf Warden enjoys a good party, has a sharp sense of humor, and may even be found helping cook food for a gathering or playing the guitar to entertain guests.

[FireMoon]

Saeth MoonGlaive

Name:

Saeth MoonGlaive

Age:

1,032

Sex:

Female

Race:

Night ELf

Class:

Rogue

Equipment and Gear:

Two daggers, full leather armor, shuriken, and an old Warden's Glaive.

History:

Born sometime before the War of the Shifting Sands 25 years before it started, Saeth's family were well renowned her father a well and beloved Archdruid of the Claw and her mother a Warden who was honorably discharged due to an injury that wouldn't be healed anytime soon even when she had her first and only child. During her young years, Saeth would be trained by her mother in the ways of the Warden as her mother wanted to take after her and her father would teach her or at least try to respect nature and to a certain degree she would lest the nature would try to attack her then she has no qualms about damaging nature. At the age of 10, she had made her first kill which would be a common satyr in her village while her mother watching her close by with her own crafted weapon which was a couple of daggers she made herself when she was only 5.

6 years later when she had reached age 20 she had been training when she had gotten her first real kill or almost it was an Orc who had a 40-year-old grudge against her mother who sought to kill the next best thing which would be her offspring when both her mother and father where away from, they were both called by Fandral Staghelm in a time of need for ranks to be filled even though her mother's scar had just been barely healed she went on anyway.

Now Saeth herself was dealing with quite a problem an Orc problem to be specific while she held up on her own she was no match for his skill and experience on the battlefield luckily before the final strike a night elf had saved her in the nick of time who announced herself as Nathressa Darkstrider and was asked by her mother to keep watch over her while her parents were away. She was gonna asked her more questions but the vanished before should even shot out her hand, 3 years later she had just received word that war would be starting soon in the same place that both her father and mother had been sent to Southwind Village.

2 years later she had now just received word that both her mother and father had died valiantly defending Southwind Village and all that could be scrounged up from the remains where her father's cloak and her mother's glaive from there on she had swore revenge on the bugs that killed her mother, but she never got the chance to while she had waited for her years to pass by to join the war of Ahn'Qiraj she had received word that they were successful on sealing the temple while she was glad that the war had ended her rage for the death of her parents were not quelled as it still boiled deeply inside her.

During her travels and while she aged she has heard many tales of wars that had come and gone none were interesting towards her, The Gnoll war, the big one she heard from her kind that she met and that had learned the human language was the Gurubashi War, then came the new of the Orcs and the Draenei but again it didn't interest her all she needed was something to sedate her revenge for her parents. When the first war had come around it had not affected her much but the rumors of what happened could still be heard, again the second war she had not heard much other than rumors, however, those the last rumors were a bit closer then she would've liked.

It wasn't until the third war came to her home and her kind allied with the so-called Alliance and that she was summoned by Shandris Feathermoon herself to serve as her shadow when she had heard of her parents' deeds in the War of the Shifting Sands while she wasn't thrilled about it the things she had been offered where tempting and she took it it was then not a year later when she had fought and had been stationed at Astranaar while watching over the inhabitants including keeping herself secret from them as well.

When the Warsong Clan had first invaded Ashenvale when they came to the capital Astranaar she was one of the first revealing herself when a night elven child named Relara Whitemoon was just one swing away from dying and just liked the night elf that had saved her before she did the same it wouldn't be a year later before Cenarius came and wiped out most of the Orc outposts and when the time came, Shandris called to her Shadowleaves to retreat and warned High Priestess Tyrande and while Shandris remained in Hyjal she had been ordered to remain in ashenvale and observe what's happening and become her eye of Ashenvale to which she agreed with and so for the next 7 years she did as she was commanded and while she didn't do much during the burning crusade she had overheard plans that were invaluable to the legion and turned the tides of some skirmishes across kalimdor and Eastern kingdoms.

When the cataclysm came once again she had become one of Shandris's blade in the wake of the outbreak of the worgens relaying information to Shandris and making the stay for the new race more comfortable at their new home, afterward had been placed in Darkshore for reconnaissance when the time came for the Siege of Orgrimmar came Shandris had ordered her to stay behind and watched their flanks to which she agreed with and when the siege came and was dealt with Shandris ordered her back to Darkshore and during Stormrage Shandris had ordered her to relay information of whatever she could find anything to help out.

When she legion had returned again she was none too happy about it when she received the letter from the Kirin Tor.

Appearance:

Saeth is a woman with a height of 6ft and 4in weighing around 188-191, with white hair that reaches down to her mid-back, she has deep blue skin and athletic and taut body. She has no scars to speak of exepct for one that is just above her eyes going down on the right, her eyes glow white like all night elves. For her outfit she dawns on a full leather set, (Sorry can't really describe it well enough) As for her daggers they are short and sleek something like this i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/17/02/a3170… the guard is black and the handle has a white sheen to it, and it's blade being a dark black color. Their sheath's being as is.

Personality:

Saeth is a woman who doesn't mind adventuring when it suits her mood nor is she selective about things of her past. Only when it's personal to her like her parents' death. She hates it when things of the Ahn'Qiraj are mentioned and it will absolutely reboild her hatred if only for a short time before she calms herself, but if there's one thing she likes more then her hatred of the bugs it's the thrill of the hunt when her prey is bigger than her, and when people tell her she has no chance she'll go for it, she also has a quick temper as well rivaling her hatred and she won't hesitate to take a swing with or without her blade, As for her favorite things to eat it's anything from deep-fried to fruit to drink it's anything from Brews to Eggnog.

[Carlyle]

Aquanthe

_{A Q U A N T H E W O L V E R T O N / / T H I R T Y - S I X}

_{Character Theme: Caplo - Battle for Gilneas}

_{"Choosing to fight against my countrymen was one of the most difficult choices I've had to make. Crushing the Forsaken underneath my boot, however, will never be one of them."}

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Gender: Female

Race: Gilnean Human

Class: Hunter

Height: 170 cm

Weight: 56 kg

Hair Color: Russet brown

Eye Color: Battleship gray

Complexion: Scarred

Body Composition: Slim

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In comparison to the average Gilnean woman, Aquanthe's height and weight is nothing special. Her height had not been stunted by a deficiency, and Aquanthe is a clear and healthy weight. However, what noble and fair skin Aquanthe once had has been tattered with scars from injuries long past. A deep scar runs down her left eye, which would have rendered Aquanthe blind in that eye were it not for some powerful rejuvenating magic. In consideration to her hair, Aquanthe usually has her hair kept short (sometimes in a bun or ponytail), although her hairstyle is usually a matted mess devoid of care.

Her garments are just as dirty as her hairstyle is, yet Aquanthe has shown more effort in caring for her clothing and armor. Patched leather and fur armor is adorned with various trophies, such as bones and teeth from the many monsters of Azeroth. Affixed within her garb is various pouches, where within Aquanthe stores numerous enchanted rounds for flintlock revolvers and rifle, with the most common being simple steel to the lesser being metals such as elementium or saronite. Over her chest lies a fraying Gilneas tabard, tattered by age and coated in blood and dirt stains.

For weaponry, Aquanthe uses a wide array of various tools and weapons. Being a skilled sharpshooter, Aquanthe mainly prefers ranged weaponry, and her arsenal shows it. If she needs to make a point by blasting a hole through someone, Aquanthe has set of Gilnean-forged revolvers and a rifle to use on the battlefield. However, if more silent matters are desired, Aquanthe also has a bow crafted from the woods of Northrend, which is adorned with a small axhead should she need to defend herself in close quarters. If that ever should be the issue, Aquanthe wields a few dagger-like blades to skewer her opponents in the gut as well.

Additionally, Aquanthe is known to employ various traps and poisons. The traps appear as normal bear traps, yet they are affixed with various crystals that have different effects depending on their enchantment. However, the poisons are a much more simpler matter, and can usually be found on the black market that anyone can purchase from (if they intend on doing illegal dealings, that is). Finally, on rare occasions, Aquanthe can be seen using a black Gilnean mastiff named Winfield. While Winfield may appear fluffy on the outside, on the inside he is a vicious dog that will latch on his foes until injuries take him or Aquanthe calls him off.

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Much like her king, Aquanthe is a woman with a strong sense of pride and arrogance. Despite having fought against Greymane during the Northgate rebellion, Aquanthe holds herself in the same fashion as the reasons behind the Greymane Wall's construction. Her words snide and actions roguish, war and conflict has changed Aquanthe--a bleak contrast of the naivety she once displayed during her noble youth. Aquanthe holds her head high in defiance like most Gilneans, often with a desire to prove herself the better over the "mongrels" (as she calls the Horde, but most specifically, the Forsaken) that invaded her homeland and the homelands of her allies.

Regarding the Horde, Aquanthe's beliefs are more or less similar to her king's. As a member of the Alliance, Aquanthe feels a strong distaste for those of the Horde. While she has the tenacity to hold her tongue if she deems it important, fighting alongside the Horde--the Forsaken even more so--is a test of willpower for Aquanthe. History has shown that trusting the Horde or the Forsaken will only lead to downfall and betrayal after betrayal, especially from the perspective of a Gilnean. Having lost family and friends to the Horde, Aquanthe hopes the Legion defeat will not take long, lest her own strengths be tested further than they should be.

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Clarice Alaina Wolverton or otherwise primarily known as Aquanthe Wolverton was born to a royal guardsman and a shopkeep during the year 1112 F.A. (as is the Aderician Calendar), just prior to the First War. Inducted to the noble elites from birth, Clarice was able to indulge in the finest foods and clothes as a child, yet her family's lifestyle was always something that she was never interested in. Perhaps brought on by her father's own personality, Clarice cared naught for the lavish lifestyle of a noble, and would frequently sneak outside of her family's estate to partake in games with the commoner children.

It was one of these occasions that would set forth a series of events. Clarice and some of her childhood friends had been caught playing with a musket by the Duskhaven guardsmen, and this had been brought to her father's knowledge. Yet, instead of scolding Clarice, her father had sought to use his daughter's curiosity for the better. Helping Clarice train her ability to shoot, her father had created one of the best sharpshooters Gilneas had seen; Clarice's ability earning herself the title "the Duskhaven Sharpshooter" in various shooting contests throughout the region.

Yet by then, the kingdom of Gilneas had begun to change. The Second War was a ghost haunting Gilneas, whose king was at odds with the Alliance and broke ties with the other kingdoms. Borders were closed and construction of a massive wall, known as the Greymane Wall, had begun. During this time, Clarice was witness to a number of political arguments both in the streets and in the courts of the kingdom. Eventually, she had enough of hearing arguments, and Clarice set out to find out the truth behind everything. What Clarice would find would be enough to change her forever.

The Greymane Wall cut through a portion of Gilnean territory, forever leaving Gilneans on the other side of the wall. Rumors of the undead arose just as rumors of rebellion did, all the while the Greymanes sat comfortable within their keep. For the first time in her life, Clarice was unsure of what she should do. Siding with the those discontent with the king's rule would only bring shame to her family, yet Clarice couldn't abandon those who were just as full-blooded Gilnean as she was, especially as a noble. It was a decision Clarice lamented, struggling with it for days... until the cannons were fired.

The Kingdom of Gilneas soon broke into civil war, dubbed the Northgate rebellion. One side was loyal to the king, while the other was loyal to the people. In hopes to not bring shame to her family, Clarice falsified her kidnapping to aid the people in their rebellion against the crown. Her talents would earn Clarice a forward position within the rebels as a scout, working alongside a man by the name of Jasper Doyle. Unlike the costly head-on battles of the militias, the life of a scout was a more quiet one, and as a result Clarice and Jasper were able to become more than friends, having worked closely together as they waited for a chance to showcase their skills.

However, during the final days of the rebellion, Jasper was shot by an enemy sharpshooter, leaving a hole in his chest. Jasper's death had shocked Clarice, whom held him in her arms as he died. With Jasper dead and the Northgate rebellion a disastrous defeat, Clarice did what she never thought she would do: flee. Fleeing deep into the headlands, Clarice hid in an abandoned cottage. The option to return home was always there, but what would her parents think of Clarice if they had known she had fought willingly in the rebellion against the crown? Clarice was unable to face her parents, yet at the same time, she couldn't escape the tides of conflict.

Deathwing had been released into the world once more, intent to bring the cataclysm to Azeroth. The Greymane Wall was sundered by the black dragon's return, bringing forth invasions by both furry beasts and undead. At the beginning, Clarice had thought she was afflicted with hallucinations brought on by guilt for her cowardice. That was, until her blade sliced open the gut of a walking corpse in of her "hallucinating moments," and reality had returned for Clarice. No longer could Clarice cower under her own fears and guilt, as the people she sought to protect were once again under attack.

The city that Clarice returned to was no longer a city, but a war zone. The Gilneans fought against the worgen, but even then they were crumbling under their foe's numbers. Clarice was intially distrustful of the loyalists that had fought under Greymane, but once the king had chosen to free his old friend despite their differences, Clarice held a more favorable view as she fought under Crowley's banners once more. Still, even Crowley's aid was not enough to defend--

It appears as if the pages have been torn out to prevent further reading.

[Chev]

My Hider

Name: Reron Swordbreaker

Age: 40

Sex: Male

Race: Orc

Class: Warrior

Equipment and Gear: A single massive Battle axe that is coated in the blood of various demons. A mixed set of battle armor taken from the various enemies that he has gone against and beaten over the years. A small number of healing potions. A small photograph of his parents and another one of an Orc female

History: Reron's story is a long and somewhat tragic one. From a young age, he found the life of a farmer boring and at the first opportunity he had, he joined the Horde. Despite being raised as a farmer, he found that a life of nearly constant battle was a dream come true for the young Orc who excelled at combat. As the years went by, more and more enemies of the Horde found themselves on the business end of his Battle axe. More years passed by and he eventually found himself fighting new foes among the shattered land of Outland. His weapon tasted the blood of many demons and eventually, he found himself able to return home once his part in the campaign was deemed finished. After the journey back to Azeroth he returned home, eager to tell his mother and father of his battles against the various foes in Outland and found his home deserted. After asking around, he found that his mother and father had died of natural causes.

He had missed them by only a week.

It was shortly after that Reron changed. The thrill of battle no longer brought him as much joy as it once had. He barely had time to mourn his parents when the Horde demanded his services once again, this time in the Frozen North of Northrend. Once again, Reron found himself fighting for the Horde. His axe claimed many of the undead servants of the Lich King. Among the battlefields of Northrend, he often found himself battling alongside a female Orc Shaman by the name of Elinda. The two became fast friends during the Northrend campaign and Reron formed a healthy respect for her. It was then that the two found themselves at the Wrathgate.

The two found themselves fighting back to back against the undead and Reron was able to save Elinda a number of times with the Shaman returning the favor a few times. It was then that the Lich King appeared. For a brief moment, Reron thought that battle was over. Many of the undead had been killed and although Dranosh Saurfang was killed, he thought for a moment they could claim victory.

It was at that moment that Grand Apothecary Putress appeared and the battle turned into a massacre as Putress unleashed the plague on Horde, Alliance and undead alike. The last thing Reron remembered was seeing Elinda running towards him.

He awoke a number of days later at Warsong hold to find dozens of wounded warriors being treated and saw that Elinda was assisting with treating the wounded as well. It took nearly a week for Reron to get back on his feet but once he did, he found that the Lich King had been defeated. For a moment, Reron thought perhaps this was the end. That he wound no longer need to fight for the Horde. Once the Northrend Campaign was finished, Reron asked Elinda if she would like to see the family home. The female Orc agreed to return home with Reron. After a number of weeks, Reron and Elinda eventually fell in love with one another. A year later, Reron became a father as Elinda gave birth to their daughter, Rosan. Despite his past as a solder, Reron was able to provide a living for his family as a farmer as his parents had once been.

But his newfound happy life was not to last.

Deathwing the Destroyer had returned.

Reron once again found himself donning his armor and grabbing his Battle axe as Garrosh Hellscream, the new leader of the Horde issued a call to battle once again. Although Reron was mostly able to stay out of the fighting, he did see some heavy fighting in the stonetalon mountains under Overlord Krom'gar. Despite being among other hardened solders, Reron had found that he had lost his taste for battle. And he was disgusted when he saw what Krom'gar had done. The only satisfaction he got from his position was seeing Garrosh "deal" with Krom'gar. After the death of Krom'gar, Reron was finally able to return home but what he saw nearly broke his spirit and nearly shattered his mind.

The home he had made with Elinda and his daughter was nothing but a charred heap. The Orc nearly died that day as his despair threatened to overtake him. He later found out that a member of the Kor'kron had fought with his wife in the city and had been defeated by her Shaman abilities. Humiliated, the Kor'kron guard had returned with a number of allies for revenge and had burned the house to the ground after dispatching of Reron's wife. What happened to his daughter, he never found out. After finding the one who killed Elinda and brutally killing him, He made the decision to leave the Horde and become a Wanderer. Despite being pursued by various Horde agents, he was able to kill them and has been left alone. Despite sitting out the battles in Pandaria and Draenor, he realized that with the return of the Burning Legion, he would be needed once more.

Appearance:

Personality: Although Reron seems like a typical Orc, he doesn't enjoy fighting unless he has to. He's somewhat more compassionate then the average Orc and has a soft spot for women and children after what happened to his wife and daughter.

[Bright_Ops]

Gredy 'Viceroy of Vice' Silvertongue

Name: Gredy 'Viceroy of Vice' Silvertongue

Age: Appears to be in his mid 20's to early 30's (Real age unknown/forgotten)

Sex: Male

Race: Goblin

Class: Warlock

Equipment and Gear: A well tailored, form fitting mana infused silk suit, a pair of 'formal' hiking boots, an enchanted pouch on his belt that is -much- bigger on the inside then on the outside and a magical staff that appears like a microphone stand (complete with enchantments around the head of the staff to amplify ones voice if so desired).

History: No one (not even Gredy himself) is sure about how old he actually is (No one really wrote anything down and his parents had a poor memory for dates). He was born in the poorer parts of Kezan as part of a set of quadruplets. Two of his siblings were sold to more wealthy families to become servants and the like while his 'younger' brother that was kept died a few weeks after due to unforeseen health reasons, leaving Gredy to grow up an only child.

In his teenage years, the world turned on its head with the arrival of the Orcish Horde under Warchief Blackhand and the agreements that were organized between it and the goblin cartels of Kezan. Seeing one of the orcish warlocks that had come as apart of the diplomatic party of the horde demonstrate her abilities, Gredy knew in his heart that he wanted those abilities for himself. Sneaking onto the orcish ship before it could leave Kezan, he begged the orcish warlock to take him on as a student... and surprisingly she agreed; Maybe she felt in the mood for a laugh, maybe she felt that the young goblin's ambition should be rewarded, but regardless of her motives she taught the young goblin how to wield the fel and make its creatures bow to his command.

While the orcish horde would lose to the newly formed Alliance in the end, an older and wiser Gredy managed to survive the campaign and fled back to Kezan with a healthy amount of war spoils before everything fell apart completely and the Alliance could start hunting down war criminals. Now with a sizeable amount of gold to work with, Gredy used it to purchase a fairly large building that he converted into a den for gambling, smut, narcotics and violence in the form of fight clubs. He called his club 'Vice' and it would remain open for decades via good business sense, a cut throat desire to be successful and at times actual curses.

While the club itself brought in a great deal of profit due to its nature, Gredy also made a side business of being a loan shark. Unlike other loan sharks, Gredy had an interesting alternative payment method for those debtors or gamblers who couldn't pay up in material goods; An acceptable alternative for Gredy was the payment of some of the debtor's life essence to cover their debt. By draining some of the life out of others, Gredy was able to keep himself in the prime of his own life far beyond what was natural.

As Kezan was exploding into flame due to the actions of Deathwing, Gredy abandoned his homeland alongside his staff and their families, taking to the seas on his own personal ship and sailing for Gadgetzan. While the original 'Vice' was destroyed when Kezan was, its memory was not forgotten as Gredy built a new club in the sands of Tanaris, this time naming it 'Second Sin'.

For a long time, Gredy remained neutral to the Horde and Alliance conflict quite simply because it was much more profitable that way. He could sell his services to anyone he liked and in return he was able to gather together debts, favors and blackmail material from both factions to be used, sold and traded as he personally desired.

Things changed when the Burning Legion invaded.

While the threat of being invaded by an endless army of demons was something of a boon towards business due to the sudden surge of people attempting to deal with their stress, Gredy had been around long enough and was experienced enough with the methods of the Burning Legion to know that a Legion victory would be the end of his business for good. A warlock of experience and power, the goblin volunteered his services to the Horde as something of an advisor on the Burning Legion, demons and fel in general.

Appearance: Gredy Silvertongue is a successful goblin and his appearance shows it. His clothing is tailored out of expensive materials to fit his somewhat enlarged form, displaying his wealth in not just his clothing, but also with his additional body mass. While he is nowhere as large as a Trade Prince or those goblins close to the top of society, Gredy is pudgy enough to have a double chin.

Unlike many who practice fel magic, Gredy has managed to avoid the mutation and degrading side effects via his practice of draining the life out of others to refresh himself, appearing completely in the prime of health with one minor exception; When he was younger, his hair used to be a rich rusty red color, but age and the usage of fel has turned it bone white. He likes to think that it gives him a 'silver fox' air about him.

Personality:
Everything in existence falls into at least one of five categories:

1. Things that belong to Gredy Silvertongue.
2. Things that belong to Gredy Silvertongue, but don't know it yet.
3. Things that don't belong to Gredy Silvertongue, but are still profitable to him.
4. Things Gredy Silvertongue doesn't care about.
5. Things that need to be destroyed.

The exact definition of what a thing is to Gredy is kept somewhat vague, including but not limited to Objects, Places and even People. While he is inherently selfish and somewhat indifferent to the suffering of others, when he considers someone 'one of his people' he quickly proves that he is more then willing to go above and beyond to take care of what he considers to be his. A prime example of this was seen as Kezan was being destroyed with his willingness to gather together not just the staff from his club, but also their families in order to get them all to safety rather then just abandoning them outright.