Argolian

Name
Argolian Silverthread.

Physical Traits
Argolian is a young man who seems to be around eighteen years old with blonde golden hair and brown eyes. He is rather skinny and of medium height. Usually seen wearing common, not too fancy or expensive clothes. Argolian is often acompanied by an orange cat named Frank.

Race and Class
Human mage.

Guild
The Dalaran Academy

Occupation
Tailor.

Family
Mother: Amanda Silverthread (Missing).

Father: Gregory Silverthread (Missing).

Brother: Jeffrey Silverthread (Missing).

Brother: Mark Silverthread (Missing).

Pet/friend: Frank, an orange tabby cat.

Background
Argolian was born in a small secluded village somewhere in the northern parts of the Eastern Kingdoms. Exactly where this village is located is uncertain; it is however clear that it never suffered any major attacks from neither the Horde nor the undead scourge. A safe place for a child to grow up someone might say. Shielded from the horrors of this world. Because of this Argolian grew up blissfully ignorant of the growing conflicts of the outside world. It didn’t help much that he had an overprotective mother who figured her son would be much better off not having to worry about those kinds of things.

Argolian wasn’t as tough his two older brothers and he demanded a lot of attention during his early years. He was often sick and had to stay in bed for days at a time. While his brothers helped his father around the farm, Argolian would stay inside, watching his mother crafting the finest clothes he had ever seen. This inspired him and caused him to continue his mother’s line of work as a tailor. Sadly because of this the other boys in the village wouldn’t stop picking on him. Even his own brothers wouldn’t let him be. His only true friend was the cowardly family cat, Frank.

In spite of this he refused to give up and at the young age of 16 he and his mother, who saw his potential, opened their very own shop Crafting clothes and dresses for various customers. People came long distances just to get their hands on a nice pair of pants, a hat, wedding dresses, all sorts of clothes; it didn’t matter as long as it was crafted by his skillful hands. The young man would have made quite the name for himself if it hadn’t been for one peculiar incident.

One day while he was working on a wedding dress for a noble lady who had come all the way from Stormwind City something went terribly wrong. He was working under a strict deadline and since this was his most important assignment yet the dress had to be as perfect as possible. Argolian was not used to work under this kind of pressure and eventually he started to panic. Now, to panic in a situation like this is of course only natural, but what happened next was highly remarkable.

Suddenly flames erupted from the young tailors hands, causing him to panic even further. The wedding dress caught fire and so did eventually the rest of the small shop, including all their work and patterns. He and Frank barely got out of the blazing inferno in time. When asked about what happened nobody would believe him, people even began spreading rumors about how he had set fire to their own shop on purpose. What caused this incident would remain a mystery to him until a few years later. Because of this whole incident Argolian didn’t dare to touch another piece of fabric for a long time. He was ruined, who would visit a tailor who burned his own creations? No similar unnatural things happened until he was 18. It was his father’s 50th birthday and the whole Silverthread family was gathered to celebrate. Uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents; just about everyone was present for this joyous occasion, and again Argolian was under pressure.

He was supposed to give a speech, something he had dreaded ever since his mother gave him the task. All eyes were on him now, full of expectations. It didn’t help that his brothers were making fun of him, waiting for him to make a mistake. Expecting it. Argolian could feel the suppressed anger building up inside of him. The other children who had been laughing at him all those years ago, the rumors people had been spreading about him; eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. He wished everyone could just disappear and much to his surprise they did, but not quite the way he had imagined.

Once more violent energies began bursting out of his hands, striking people down at random. People tried to escape but it was far too late. Luckily the energies weren’t lethal, no; it had a rather different and more bizarre effect. One by one they were all transformed into sheep and as if that wasn’t enough several rifts were opened all over the farm. His family or the herd of sheep they had become began wandering absentmindedly towards the rifts causing them to vanish before Argolian’s eyes.

During this whole ordeal, Frank the family’s cat was cowering in fear under a nearby table. Argolian tried to save some of them but it was all in vain. A dragon of the blue dragonflight had picked up this magical disturbance and arrived at the scene as the last sheep disappeared into a rift. The dragon quickly managed to seal the rifts and discovered that Argolian was in fact the source of this problem. Argolian was paralyzed in fear by the sight of the massive dragon and couldn’t move a muscle.

The dragon would most likely have destroyed Argolian for his reckless use of magic if it hadn’t been for a travelling mage who happened to be nearby. As the dragon prepared to strike it was hit by a fireball from behind. It turned around and tried to swipe the mage with one of its immense claws but the man was gone. He had reappeared next to Argolian and began opening a portal, shouting for Argolian to enter it. This caused Argolian to snap out of his petrified state and as the mage continued to distract the dragon, he grabbed hold of Frank and fled through the portal causing him to end up in the city of Stormwind. He stayed in this new and unfamiliar city for months, trying to understand what had happened to him and his family. Who the mysterious mage was and why a dragon had been trying to kill him.

During his stay in Stormwind several unexplainable things kept happening to the young man, sudden teleportations and small sparks emitting from his fingers. Whatever it was it seemed to be getting worse, much to Argolian’s desperation. While wandering the streets he overheard a couple of mages discussing the reopening of the University of Dalaran, and he quickly picked up the name of the headmaster, a certain professor Nelson DeBreton. After giving it much thought he decided to send this man a letter and ended up applying to the university, hoping to gain control of his powers before anything else went wrong. He also hopes to one day regain his family and free them from whatever curse he has placed upon them.

Family Background
(To come.)

Criminal Record
Clean.

Personal Notes
(To come.)

Current Status
(To come.)