Full Name: Scyphe Windblade
Titles or Nicknames: Ambassador, Wind
Age: 165 years
Race: Blood Elf
Gender: Male
Hair: Could white, Foxtail design
Eyes: Green
Height: 5’9
Weight: 165lbs
Notable Physical Features: Claw marks on right eye and chest
Place of residence: Orgrimmar
Place of Birth: Windrunner Spire
Known Relatives: No known relatives discovered alive, currently Im the last of the Windblade family
Religion/Philosophy: Consider ALL options before deciding…
Occupation: Alchemist, Herbalist
Guild Rank: Supplicant
Known Associates: None
Known Nemesis: None
Special Skills: Subtle and combat master
Positive Personality Traits: Loyal, Respectful, and Considers all options
Negative Personality Traits: Silent, Secretive, Stubborn, Favor for favor
History before the Grim:
After witnessing the deaths of my parents and the separation of my brother and sister as a child, I fled to Silvermoon city where I had no means of gold to buy food to survive…so I began stealing from merchants in The Bazaar. Many years passed as I’ve grown to stealing more valuables from the citizens of Silvermoon, until I was trapped and caught by a warlock who; for some unknown reason, decided to take me in as a student in his studies of herbs and alchemy. During my stay in the Royal Exchange, when there was nothing left to keep me occupied, I sparred against the Warlock’s demons to pass the time; honing my skills with my daggers. After much time passed, I decided it was time to part with the Warlock, so I began my journey exploring and experiencing new things in Azeroth.
While traveling in Northrend, I decided to join the Horde Expedition in hopes to help sabotage its Alliance counterpart where I was assigned missions regarding the theft and slaughter of Valiance campsites in order to benefit the Horde Expedition. However, all that changed during one excursion which had required me to investigate an import of items at a campsite along the Sands of Nasam where I ended up being caught and imprisoned at the Stormwind Stockade. As much as I “enjoyed” being imprisoned along with mostly bandits, after so many attempts at escaping the Stockade, I began to lose hope until one day a strange flask had been dropped through one of the pipes and ended in my cell. Though I was very cautious of the flask, I secretly imbued it with some inmate’s food in order to see the results of what it was; fortunately it had no effect on the humans there so I assumed nothing would occur to me. Just as I drank the entire bottle, my stomach bean to hurt as I saw everything spinning violently while feeling a change of form before letting out a demonic roar and seeing nothing but pitch darkness…When I awoke I found myself back at the front gates of Orgrimmar. It was there and then that I decided to look for a guild to bring an end to the Alliance and where I heard about the Grim.
History in the Grim: I have not been in The Grim long enough to have any notable records.