Midir

Name
Midir Finn Learson

Physical Traits
Midir stands six and a half feet tall. His head is crowned with a mane of wild black hair, a pair of cold blue eyes peers out from behind the ebony strands. He has a powerful build and takes great pains to ensure he remians in peak physical condition. His only distinguishing mark is a long thin scar across his throat.

Race and Class
Human Warrior

Guild
Westguard Keep

Occupation
Miner and Jewel crafter.

Family
None that he knows of, orphaned at a young age, raised by surrogate uncle, now dead.

Background
Midir was born in the poor quarter of Stratholme. His birth parents were killed by a gang of thieves when they refused to hand over the takings from thier small shop. He raised by a man who claimed to be his fathers brother. The much older man taught Midir the importance of being seen to be strong, even if you weren't. Any sign of weakness was to be stamped out with ruthless efficency. Whatever childhood ambitions the young Midir may have harboured were cruelly beaten out of him at his "uncles" hands. It was clear the old man had his own ideas about what his "investment" should grow up to be. In his late teens Midir killed another young man in a fight over a woman the pair had been eyeing up that night in the local tavern. Midir was arrested and sentanced to hang. Stoically awaiting his fate, the city came under seige from the forces of Arthas mad purge. As the prison burned around Midir, with the aid of other prisoners, managed to break free of his chains and escape the cell that was quickly turning into an inferno. Crawling through the sewers Midir and his fellow escapees avoided the fighting above them and emerged outside the city walls. Unconcerned for the fate of those already condemed to die, and having no desire to join them, Midir stole a horse and made his way south. Skirting around the ravaged farms and villages the young warrior found himself eventually at Menethil Harbor. Forswearing the Eastern Kingdoms as a lost cause he booked passage on a smugglers ship to Kul'Tiras. The next ten years of his life were spent on the Island nation. Trained in combat by the marines there and growing restless at the lack of adventure he left. Making his way to Azeroth and finally Stormwind, he leapt at the chance to join an active military organisation. Now stationed in Northrend he has a chance to prove himself once and for all.

Family Background
Mother and Father both dead and forgotten.

Criminal Record
Sentanced to death for cold blooded murder in the city of Stratholme, assumes record went up in flames with the city.

Personal Notes
Midir is a quick witted individual, always seeing the funny side in whatever situation he finds himself in. He posesses a very philosophical outlook on life and rarely wastes time feeling sorry for himself if things go wrong. Is a great believer in the saying "Don't get mad, get even." Really doesn't like spiders.

Current Status
Alive and well, doing his bit for the Alliance and his own personal glory.