Sweeney Rasmussen

OOC Name: Sweenéy

OOC Stats: Level 25 Human Warlock

IC Stats: Master Alchemist, soul-dealer, Bloodthistle-dealer (though he uses most of it for potions), experienced Warlock.

Alignment: Lawful evil. http://www.wowwiki.com/Lawful_evil#Lawful_Evil

Family: Seleenah Rasmussen is the only Rasmussen that Sweeney knows is alive.

Details
Name: Mister Sweeney Valgan Rasmussen (II)

Date of Birth: 17th November Year -8.

Age: 41, Year 33.

Status: Missing, presumed dead. Was last seen at The Inn of the Omen in Duskwood on the road to Stranglethorn Vale.

Criminal status & record: Wanted for two cases of murder, one case of being drunk and disorderly, one case of walking past a guard, and somehow annoying her.

Appearance
I'll fill this in sometime soon, promise. ^_^

History
Age 3 minutes, Year -8

Sweeney's father, Wilfred Valgan Rasmussen, arrived quickly from work at the storage bank, as he had just heard that his son had be born in Darkauld House, the residence of the Rasmussen's, quickly into a shocked, passionate discussion with his exhausted wife, Maria Rasmussen. The two decided to name Sweeney after the very first blood Rasmussen and Sorcerer in the Rasmussen family; Sweeney Rasmussen I.

Age six, Year -2

Sweeney's first day at a private school for children of noble heritage, Saint Wolfram's School for the Worthy of Education, the only school in Greymane City, and that area of Gilneas that mixed both boys and girls together. Sweeney paid attention to every word Mr. Catcough said as though his life was depending on it (Mr. Catcough gave the impression that he was going to murder his students after the beating he gave Millie Natsworthy for saying "How do you know the Light idn't dust a hoax, sir?"), and thus by the end of that year he was the top in the class, he was secretly put into the "maybe" section for Sorcerer training in the future.

Age seven, Year -1

In the Winter Veil holidays of the Year -1, it was a very, very cold morning, there being about twenty centimetres of snow in the park of Greymane City. He was dragged into his older brother's mischievous gang somewhat two weeks ago, performing dastardly little pranks every now and again. Anyhow, shortly after Sweeney had convinced his brother, Parry, to not trade their three year-old sister Seleena, they traveled to the cobbled courtyard in Greymane, were an execution took place, one of some madman claiming that Azeroth's doom was nigh, as it happened, the hanging was performed by King Genn Greymane himself, shortly afterwards, Sweeney was given a letter from one of the King's Knight's, it was adressed to his father...

Age eight, the day before Year 0

Sweeney had just finished his mid-year exams, the day was heavy with rain. He had gotten some of the best top marks in both paper and practical in the class, as well as Greymane City under thirteens for: Alchemy, engineering (when relations with the gnomes was non-excistant in Gilneas, so it was a combination of Reinassance stuff and steam energy), Ancient History, and Thalassian.

In the evening, his family was having a celebration feast, after being mind-numbingly bored from the compound of too much alcohol and discussian of politics, Sweeney sneaked out the window with his friend's and his brother, Parry. It was a a horribly rainy night, the arora boriallis (Northern Lights) was shining in the sky... And it was ice cold. There was something wrong with that night, like an unspeakable act had just been committed, walking in the street, him and his friends discussed it, but decided to just get on with pick-pocketing and roof climing.

Age eight, the three days after Year 0 Part 1

Once more, Sweeney's brother and his gang (He tended to deny being officially part of it, declaring it barbaric non-sense) were smoking on a street corner. Sweeney, minding his own business, reading (more looking at it and thinking about that strange night) his book in a doorway, was suddenly beckoned over by his brother, Parry, who commanded "Oi, Sweeney! Get some of tha' sleeping poison and put it in the bartender's drink! We gonna steal some of 'is beer and wine!" ...Which Sweeney replied to, "Firstly brother, it's that, we're and his. And to your request, I shall: But only if you'll let me go off by myself...". His brother reluctantly agreed, the troublesome six entered the tavern, and Sweeney splinted the bartenders drink with a tiny amount of poison, watching the man clumsily face desk himself. Sweeney stalked off to the University District and desided to sit in a cafe and read his book, pushing the thoughts of that odd night out of his head.

However, several minutes later, some Professor's in suits came in, Sweeney thought them Sorcerer teachers as his skin detected a high amount of static when they entered. They were talking about the abnormal events of "That Odd Night", believing it to have a connection to astro physics or something big and very powerful. A rough sounding traveller had entered not three minutes before them, he interupted their conversation, "Eh? That night eh...? Aye, 'ah heard some rumours of it..." Some other travellers on the road, well, carriage, movin' like Nether... Stopped and told me t' get a move on, sayin' something about foul... Greenskinned... Brutes... The south full of energy... They saw... A stucture... A hooded man... A burst of energy, noise... And screechings of the beasts... Somethin' is in Azeroth. Somethin' bad." Sweeney was listening intently, but the man had one last thing to say before he hastily left. - "If I were you, Gilnean's, I'd get tha' wall of yours finished of pretty soon."

Age eight, the three days after Year 0, Part 2

Sweeney prowled out of the cafe and decided to have a go of one of those cigarettes his brother was always egging him on to try, always claiming it calmed you down. There was a loud, grumbling crack from the sky and a flash of light, it took a few seconds until Sweeney realised it was lightning, he chucked the cigarette into the cobbled street and scurried down into a libary of streets, he found himself in the courtyard, suddenly, a burst of lightning struck the clock tower, shaking the courtyard. It shook some loose debrees off the tower, plumetting towards an elderly Sorcerer.

It seemed to happen so fast, as though is was a compulsory reaction: His arms were stretched in front of him, there was a flash of light, and the debrees of a too-old tower was shrunken to the size of pebbles.

Everyone in the courtyard seemed to be looking at him, then two Sorcerers probbled towards him (one being the elderly man he saved), and he muttered, "Your coming with me, boy, we're getting you an offering into the Greymane University of Magic."

