User:Kaliekins/Lothaire Stratton

Character biography of Lothaire Stratton (Lothäire - Wyrmrest Accord), the Sin'dorei Spymaster.

=History=

Quel'thalas's Fall
Lothaire was busy practicing with his two-handed sword styled techniques when the streets of Stormwind bustled about. At this time, Lothaire was training with some of Stormwind's best swordsman in hopes he could be a great asset to his people. Of course, one would think he'd rather train in his home city, but he wanted to know as much as he could about every sword style and fighting type so he can better combat another user or use it himself.

Ears perking, he walked up to the nearest patron who seemed to know what was going on and she told him what exactly happened. In a panic, Lothaire tried to find someone willing to take him back to Quel'thalas. No one offered. Falling to his knees in despair, he cried manly tears of sorrow and curled up around a tree. His sisters and cousins, where were they? So many thoughts raced through his head as he felt like a failure. It was his duty to support and protect them, but they all could very well be dead.

Several days passed and there still was no word on the exact devastation. His once charming, optimistic personality began to grow as icy cold as the very corpses that took it upon themselves to destroy his precious home. Throughout the time he didn't hear from his family, he trained as much as he could in swords, hand-to-hand fist combat; he learned to meld into the shadows at an excellent degree and was given the opportunity to mix and delve in poisons.

Contracts
Nothing left in his heart besides that empty void Arthas created when he plundered Lothaire's home and left him in despair over the possible loss over his family. As days went on, his heart began to grow icicles that would resemble the contracts he'd take as an Assassin. He often hung around taverns where he could advertise his talents by listening in on conversations. Many found this man creepy as he hosted a skull mask (picture the Merciless Gladiator's Leather Mask) and a long ponytail, clad in dark leather. But in later days, he dropped the skull mask and donned on a simple mask that covered his face and scar, as well as host a filtration bit that protects his nostrils and mouth from poisonous smog and other substances- his eyes are still vulnerable.

Trainer
An old orc Spymaster who knew a blood elf would make an excellent addition. Despite his racism and feeling of superiority, he knew a blood elf Spymaster would be a great asset via their skin being humanistic. A troll and orc would prove to portray difficult humans, therefore a blood elf would be a perfect candidate to aid the Horde in this aspect. Lothaire took on this job and went through literal hellfire to prove his worth.

Current
Lothaire roams around the Horde areas, fulfilling contracts and taking faces. However, there is a break in his contract chain and he can relax some. But the damage is done. He has no memory of who he once was. Of course he remembers his family and his people's strife, but who was he before he took on the Spymaster path? He seeks daily to find out, but the more contracts he fulfills and takes on, and the more faces he steals from his victims when going deep in recon, the more he loses track of his sense of self.

In fact, he has an odd hobby. He keeps one single vial of his victims' blood next to their articulately sliced off face. Just a bit creepy? Try a lot of creepy. This is in case he needs to assume that guise once more and can craft or find someone who can craft an illusion potion. Now, Spymasters have been to known to perfect their art to where they can modify their bodies to look somewhat, if not exactly like someone completely different. Lothaire does not do that unless it is extremely necessary. In fact, the last time he did it he is when he developed that scar that runs from the top right of his cheek down to the bottom right of his chin. He figures it unnecessary and that a true Spymaster would not even be caught while hiding in the shadows and bending the light within that area to hide his form.

Lothaire's quite cocky in the aspect of his art of adaptation. If there is a problem, he will find a solution almost instantly. Of course he has his own, intelligent inner thoughts. But you know what comes out most of the time? "Okay." He just does not know how to act in public settings nowadays.

=Description=

Physical
Lothaire has kept his body in a lithe, muscular shape. He is not too buff, but is not skin and bones either. There was a need for peak perfection in his body tone, however, without making it outlandish or outside of the norm. With that in mind, he prides himself on what beauty he has left, depending on who you talk to when it comes to scars.

That being said, there is a jagged scar that runs from the top right of his sculpted cheek, to the bottom right of his chin. His facial features also include said sculpted features, such as thin brows, high cheek bones, square head shape, and prominent, almond eyes in the fel hue tone. His height is six foot three inches (6'3") and his weight is proportionate to the muscles that detail his body with sun kissed skin and pale blonde hair.

Personality
A signature trait about this peculiar character is his robotic monotone. Even though it can be robotic, he does not resemble one in the fluid tongue-motion and mouth production of the verbal entities that come forth. His whole mannerism is that of an emotionless, stoic form of what others may call, "monster."

With this in mind, he barely speaks. The only exception to this quiet nature is if he finds a fault that would render that individual useless or a hazard to his or her self. This being said, he is often described as arrogant or rude. But in the inner workings of his highly intelligent mind, he does not find "logic" in calling him a certain word all because he wishes to "inform" people as a generosity of his missing heart.

With this in mind, his whole identity is lost. As his profession describes, a Spymaster sometimes adopts a personality of someone she or he has killed in order to perform flawless reconnaissance. Unfortunately, Lothaire has taken too many contradicting personalities onto himself that he cannot remember or discern his old identity. It is safe to assume he can be easily molded to a higher influence or can simply be socially awkward. =In character= (WIP)

The comfort
This night was a total disaster. Lothaire finally got to meet his niece and she ended up being a personality disorder basket case. The mouth on that child was disgusting and he felt equally disgusted but he did not show it.

When they would reach the house- Zephyr, Fox, and Lothaire- he pulled his baby brother in a comforting embrace. He saw Fox race upstairs and he called out for her to cuddle with the two of them. This was all he knew how to comfort, via Luxxe teaching him. There were not many words, if any, shared between the three.

Fox and Zephyr cried in a lament for the loss of who they thought was little. The child grew up unexpectedly due to a warlock spell of sorts and adopted a new identity. Bliss’s original identity was apparently hidden behind a metaphorical mirror.

A place Lothaire could not reach and that broke him. Family is what he lives for and loves with what emotion he can find. This.. ‘Faith’ is a teenage harlot that talks like a human in their adolescence.

Before they left, he told ‘Faith,’ “If you run, I will find you. I know what you look like, sound like, and smell like. There is no place to hide. I will hunt you down.” His voice was cold and lifeless like a true killer. What did the girl do?

"Then you better not find me at night," was her response. This did not please Lothaire as he knew exactly what she meant.

He spoke in a fluid, eerie manner, “I will kill anyone that stands in my way.” And before he let go of her wrist, she was spouting of lewd and disgusting remarks as though she was possessed. What did he do?- WHACK. He smacked the back of the girl’s neck with the side of his hand to knock her out and let Kavin’dia, the Stratton mother, cart the juvenile to the estate.

But Zephyr decided to shoot himself up with some drug. Lothaire reached to press a dagger to his baby brother’s skin to ‘purge’ the drug out with blood letting. However, Zephyr did not allow him to and Loth rushed back off to Silvermoon- not without a kill on the way.

When he arrived, he sat down to the opposite side of the pole where Lucuria Severidan stood with someone named Valenor. He could not control how hard he hit the ground and the mask began to constrict his breathing for once. All of this was accompanied by a sporatic motion of rocking back and forth.

No more. He took out the face he haphazardly scalped from that aforementioned victim and began to flay the muscle and tissue bits from the flesh. He took out vials of crimson liquid- blood- and used them as a type of rinse while he performed this heinous act.

He broke for just a little while. Too bad Luxxe wasn’t there. Lothaire wanted to put on the face just for her.

=Creator= User:kaliekins/Lothäire Server:Wyrmrest Accord US/Lothäire

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