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The past year has been a very rough one, those who followed me for a while will probably have noticed. Rambling messages and the lack of art in all forms.. yet so many of you stayed, I’ve gotten so many kind words and besides that, new people have joined. I truly cannot  thank you guys enough, I’m extremely humbled by all the support you guys have shown me not only for my art, but for me as a person as well. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

RULES:

NEED to be following me

REBLOGS only (Multiple reblogs are a-okay!)

No Giveaway blogs please

THINGS TO BE GOT:

1st Place: Full colored Full-Body picture of a character of your liking

2nd Place: Full colored Bust picture of a character of your liking

THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND:

Character of your liking being an OC of sorts, I do not do Canon/Fanart.

Please take my ToS in consideration to see what I will and wont do! For any more questions ofcourse feel free to ask~

The winners will be randomly selected by running the list through random.org, I’ll message the winner privately via ask and the messaging system.

I’ll give the winners 24 hours to reply otherwise I will move onto the next person, so keep your eyes open!

Giveaway will end on March, Sunday 11th at 9 PM CET. You can check the countdown HERE.

Thank you guys so much once more, thanks for all the support.

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The Life and Times of Gramdevon Stratford 2: Electric Boogaloo

I rewrote Gram’s history. Because I can. And none of you fools can stop me.

The Life

Nothing was very remarkable about Gramdevon as a child. He was the son of two farmers in Gilneas, worked the fields alongside them, constantly complained about the rain while also being thankful for it that it always watered their crops, and he wondered what the world beyond the towering stone walls looked like. He had a fairly built form, with emerald green eyes, and a fiery mane that flowed down his back to the small of it. Though as he reached adolescence, he became more fascinated with war, hearing epic tales of events that happened before Gilneas was walled off. Of battles involving tens of thousands, of heroes conquering overwhelming odds, and of people who rose from nothing and became legends among their peers. While Gramdevon knew he would never rise to something so great, he always remained hopeful, and even began training himself to properly wield a sword, or in his case, a stick that vaguely resembled a longer-than-average, misshapen dagger. He was sloppy, had little to no form, and accidentally threw the thing more times than he'd care to admit, but he felt he could do better if he had a real weapon and training.

At the age of fifteen, he abandoned his position on the farm and hitched a ride on one of the very few caravans that left Gilneas, aspiring to join the Alliance military, though eventually changing his decision to join the city guard for a while to get some fighting experience. Eventually, he found himself at The Alliance capital; Stormwind. Because of his stature, and a stubble he was sprouting at the time, Gram seemed much older than he really was, and easily got accepted into the city guard. He underwent training and, as he expected, was much better with an actual blade than a piece of broken wood. In fact, he quickly picked up the basics and spent a good deal of time honing his skills to become a true warrior. He managed to show off his skills during sparring matches with other recruits, managing to best all of them, and even giving a few seasoned guards a run for their money. Though he wasn't a master, and he was beaten down a few times, though he never was angered by it, he simply took it as a sign that he needed to improve, and improve he did. By the end of his training, he was top of his class and had beaten all but one of his instructors in the ring. While he longed to fight him and prove his worth, he was never given the opportunity and was assigned his squad before he could. He took up his standard equipment; a longsword and a kite shield, with his plate-mail armor, and patrolled the city streets every day. Many days were uninteresting, having to break up fights or deal with a petty theft or pickpocket, not the glory the young Gilnean was seeking. Though every so often, the Defias Brotherhood found their way into the city and began stirring up trouble, and nine times out of ten, it led to a fight. It was there that Gramdevon showed his prowess, able to handle the bandits fairly well, even during his first encounter but a few days after his assignment, cutting down a pair of bandits running towards him with daggers. He was later reprimanded for using lethal force instead of attempting to incapacitate them, but he enjoyed the thrill of the fight so much, he brushed it off. While guard life had it's moments, Gram hoped to officially join the military one day, wanting to cut down legions of orcs, having developed a hatred for the Horde solely based on stories he'd heard of their barbaric nature. Each night he looked from the barracks window out into the Stormwind Harbor, silently whispering to himself, "The Alliance is comin' for you, Warchief. All th'Kor'Kron 'n Azeroth can't save you." For three years he remained as a guard, never being able to join the military without risking being dishonorably discharged from the guard for leaving before a predetermined time had elapsed, but his time soon came. After those three years, he was days away from being able to sign up as he would be eligible for being honorably discharged from the guard, and thus having no risk of being denied. He was eighteen then, still young, ambitious, he had everything to gain and nothing to lose. Except for one thing. The Death That one thing was the most important thing to him, and anybody else, really. Only days before he could have joined the Alliance military, flying the banner of the Golden Lion on the battlefield, tragedy struck the city. Stormwind was attacked by the Undead Scourge; ghouls, zombies, necromancers, abominations, frost wyrms, gargoyles, and any other unholy, sickening spawn of undeath and bloodlust charged through the city. Gramdevon was confident in his abilities, as well as those of his fellow guards, and took to the front lines to defend his home, standing in the center of a shield wall at the front gates. At first, things went well, a few ghouls and skeletons charged, were cut down or shot by crossbowmen before reaching the shield wall, but then the true force came. Abominations charged head first into the wall, all three arms flailing about, impaling guards and throwing them about like ragdolls. Gargoyles had swooped down and halted the crossbow fire by attacking them directly, and a frost wyrm came down from the sky to let loose a breath of unimaginable cold. Though as his brethren fell, amidst the chaos Gram stood tall, ice crystals forming on his armor, blood dripping from his mouth, shield cracked and near useless, sword in hand with icicles hanging off the blade. He let loose a cry of bloodlust and began cutting down undead as if he'd been doing it for years. He wasn't dodging attacks or even blocking many of them, he was taking massive wounds, wounds that should have killed him, but he ignored the pain, simply because he knew that he had only one thing to lose, and he was going to lose it anyway, he might as well lose it in hopes of becoming one of the legends he'd heard about. Those were his last thoughts as he eventually succumbed to his wounds, falling to his knees as the dead began tearing off his armor, feasting upon his flesh, and he lost it. The one thing he had to lose left him. His life. The Rebirth Gramdevon opened his eyes, the first thing that came to his mind was the biting cold that overcame him, resembling that of the breath of the frost wyrm that attacked Stormwind. Though strangely enough, he felt no pain or even discomfort from the cold, it gave him a strange sense of calmness and fullness, it felt right. The next thing that came to him was the smell; decaying flesh, rotten meat, and sorrow. Though, like the cold, he felt nothing wrong with it, instead embracing it as if he was smelling a field of roses. Before he could determine where he was, a tall man, clad in blue armor with skin pale as sin, grabbed him by the back of his neck and threw him to the floor, ordering him to stand. Normally, Gram would have clocked the man for disturbing him, but he simply rose to his feet, feeling truly no emotions. It was then that he explained what exactly happened to him, or rather the short version of it. He died, though that much he remembered, and he had been resurrected to become an instrument of destruction for the Lich King. He didn't know what to feel, if anything, and simply nodded, before moving off to begin his training as a Death Knight. Gram originally attempted to fight with sword and shield, as he remembered, but he at one point tried wielding a pair of rune blades, and decided it was a better choice, as he could, "Decimate more people with two blades." His physical training was brief, it was his magical training that was a challenge, though even that came and went fairly quickly. He opted to use frost magic along with his physical strikes, empowering them with the icy winds of Northrend, as well as harnessing them in a pure form of magic. Though his time as a warrior of the Scourge was brief, as he broke free of his mental bonds of the Lich King, along with numerous other Death Knights, during a battle against the Argen Dawn at Light's Hope Chapel. After forming the Knights of The Ebon Blade with his fellow freed Death Knights, and joining it with the freshly formed Argent Crusade to create the Ashen Verdict, Gramdevon returned to Stormwind for a brief time. While he wasn't given a warm welcome initially, he did finally get to join the Alliance military and was sent to the front lines. Gramdevon was initially very skeptical about fighting alongside the Horde. His hatred for them had not left him when his life did, he still saw them as a band of savages only working with the Alliance so they could have the pleasure of killing Aliance soldiers to themselves. Though things changed one day during a raid on an Argent Crusade outpost in Zul'Drak. Gramdevon took up arms against a party of Scourge assaulting the outpost, cutting them down and freezing them with his newfound ice magic. As strong as he was, he couldn't take on all of them, and all of the other Crusaders were in their own battles. Things looked grim for him, until a beast of a man shoulder charged into an abomination, yanking its exposed organs out and burying an ax into its head. It was an orc, clad in plate-mail with a pair of great axes. He said to him, "I don't think you wanna die again, do ya? Lets send these beasts back to the grave!" Gramdevon, put aside his hatred of the Horde aside for a moment, realizing the orc was right, he didn't want to die again. The two of them fought side by side, back to back, not letting a single zombie or skeleton get the best of them. When the battle was over, Gramdevon and the orc, who he found was named Kraguld, went back into the outpost, rested, and decided to chat a little bit. Over time, the two of them fought in quite a few battles together, and Gram's mind opened up more about orcs, realizing that the Horde wasn't a band of murderous beasts, but rather survivors plagued with the sins of their ancestors, trying to better themselves. Eventually, after years of fighting across Northrend and months of besieging Icecrown Citadel, alongside both the Alliance and the Horde, The Lich King was slain, victory had been achieved. Though Gramdevon had changed, at least his opinions had. Before going to war, his perception of the Horde was a negative one, of savages and barbarians who sought to kill for the joy of it. However, after befriending Kraguld, he felt much differently. Kraguld hadn't been a massive advocate of the war himself, but felt like fighting would benefit the Horde as a whole, giving them new land to sustain their growing population. The two of them bade farewell after a night of drinking together in celebration of the Lich King's defeat, and they returned to their homes, wishing the best of luck on their future endeavors. The Change After reaching the mighty gates of Gilneas, it was only then that Gramdevon realized that he might not be able to enter the city. They most likely hadn't gotten word of the Scourge invasion and didn't know that some Death Knights had broken free of the Lich King's control. Though he also realized something else; The gates were not only open but broken down. Fearing something had happened, he rushed to his old farm, hoping his parents were okay. He feared the worst as he found the door broken open and scratched, but nothing could have fully prepared him for what he saw; Ravenous Worgen tearing apart his parents' bodies. He reached down to grab his rune blades, cutting apart the beasts with a frozen fury, but not before they slashed through the joints in his armor. Undead or not, Gram felt the affliction coming upon him, and stumbled to the ground not long after his encounter. Just before blacking out, he found a pair of people running towards him, something in their hands. Once Gramdevon woke up, he had been stripped of his armor, wearing only a pair of leather pants. He had a splitting headache and moved a hand to clutch his forehead. Though he soon discovered that his head felt much hairier than it did before, as did his hand when he brushed it against his chest. He then looked down at his body and felt panic, he wasn't a human anymore, he was a Worgen. Initially wondering how it could have possibly happened, one of the people who'd ran to him earlier told him that he was infected with the Worgen curse, but an antidote managed to prevent him from going completely feral. Unfortunately, it was an early stage of the antidote, and Gram could not revert to his human form, even if they gave him a more perfected version. Initially, he was furious, but learned to embrace his new form with time. That time being from fighting back the Forsaken Undead that were invading Gilneas. Gram may have had a respect for the Horde, but the Forsaken had lost a good deal of trust because of their use of the Plague. Once the infestation, and the invasion, were dealt with, Gramdevon gave his parents a proper funeral, burying whatever remains he could in the house. Because of the bad memories he received from the house, and Gilneas in general, he left. Gram decided that the only place he had left to call home was the military. He may not have hated the Horde as he did in his younger years, but he had a duty to the Alliance to defend it from attacks such as what he'd witnessed, and to retaliate for such events. Gram made a quick trip to Acherus to get a new set of armor for his new form, before returning to Stormwind and re-enlisting in the military. His first mission was to meet with a Horde battalion in Ashenvale. He went out with his own battalion and prepared for yet another bloodbath. The Regret Gramdevon's battalion got on a few boats and sailed to Ashenvale, marching into Astranaar to meet up with some Sentinels who would be joining them on the field. The combined Astranaar and Stormwind forces marched through the dark forest, aided by the Night Elves' natural ability to see in the near light-absent woods. Eventually, they saw a clearing where the sun shone through brilliantly, very odd for Ashenvale, and very obvious of the Horde cutting down trees. Sure enough, there was a Horde logging camp situated there, with quite a large force of soldiers. While they were unprepared, the Alliance didn't exactly have the element of surprise on their side. The creaking and clattering of the Stormwind troops' plate armor put the Horde troops enough on edge to get themselves ready. Alliance forces, wasting no time, charged into the fray, and the clashing of steel began. The battle was long and bloody, both sides were decimated because of their disadvantages. Stormwind forces were brought down by their lack of knowledge of the terrain, and Horde forces were cut down by experienced Sentinels, who while invaluable in the fight, were few in number and taken out in the end. Gram cut down the Horde wherever he saw them, surprised to see quite a few goblins among the ranks. He knew some worked for the Horde, but not that they had fought for them. Regardless, they died all the same, until he met face to face with a warrior. He had dark plate armor, with a massive broadsword in one hand, and a tower shield in the other. His face was covered by his helmet, and his armor was incredibly bulky, giving him the appearance of a living tank. The two of them clashed, sparks flying as steel smacked against steel. The sound of their blades grinding against metal filled the air, eventually drowning out the sound of the battle around them. Little did the two of them know the battle ended in a stalemate, both sides took too many casualties and fled, leaving the worgen to fight his opponent in a true duel. The fighting lasted for quite a while, the two seemed evenly matched, and it was a rush. Gram didn't try to use his magic to gain an advantage, as using it often took a lot out of him, and if he messed up with it, his strength would wane and he would die. Though in the end, he didn't need it, as he drove one of his runeblades through the slit between his opponent’s helm and breastplate, directly into his neck, watching him choke on his blood as he fell onto his back, sword and shield still in hand, as his last, strained breath left his body. Gram stood wearily, strength sapped of him, his muscles aching. It was finally over. He began wiping his blades off before he noticed that the warrior’s eyes were still open through the eye slit on his helm.

Gram knew that the very least he could do for this warrior, who fought so bravely and savagely, was to shut his eyes, and let him rest. He knelt down and took of his helmet, only to scream in horror and shock as he saw who it was. It was Kraguld, the orc from Northrend he befriended. He'd evidently changed up his gear in the time they spent apart, leaving him unrecognizable to Gram, just as Kraguld most likely didn't recognize him given his form change Gram stood up quickly, taking a look around the field. For the first time in all his years of fighting, he felt true horror. He saw the dead bodies of people in his battalion, people he overheard talking about their lives an families, ambitions. He turned down to Kraguld, remembering what the two of them talked about together. Getting to know each other not as soldiers doing the bidding of their superiors, but as people. Gram felt disgusted with everything. The deaths of soldiers on both sides wasn't just one less sword swinging, it was an entire life cut short by a horrible, ruthless act of killing. And for what? Gram turned to his left shoulder, where an insignia of the Alliance dangled by a chain on his pauldron. He yanked it off, threw it to the ground and walked off the field. He didn't return to Stormwind, he left. Forever. Gramdevon began a new life of wandering Azeroth, seeking not to end the lives of people, but to simply live his own life. Even if it meant leaving his old one behind.

Yeah it’s probably slightly less terrible so here have an Irish dead werewolf having a bad time but still finding a way to throw fuckin’ puns everywhere

I’m very tired    

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This is S L A V E R Y

*Offended Borking*

Bark bark its a dog mount.

http://www.wowhead.com/news=281725/shu-zen-the-divine-sentinel-dog-mount-now-visible-in-chinese-server-mount-journa

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*Tired, distressed Irish borking*

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Oi I ain’t dead yet

Wait hold on

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My Final Entry

They come for me. They have battered down my gates and crumbled my walls. They’ve slain some I swore I’d protect and imprisoned others. Years of work, countless sleepless nights perfecting it all, the better part of my life spent building it all up, gone.

Do I blame them? No. No I do not. They are only doing as they’ve been ordered, to destroy something their superiors believed was evil. To slaughter people they have been told are ruthless beasts. I know because I was once one of them. A soldier dedicated to killing the enemies of my king, thinking them all to be savages. But I was fortunate enough to see differently. Them? Not so much. But it is through no fault of their own.

My only wish is that I could have saved more lives, could have changed more minds, could have prevented the loss of so much innocence.

But still, as all I’ve worked to create comes crashing down around me, I am at peace. I am so because I know my family is safe, somewhere they’ll never be found. They will not have to see me die. They will not have to see the my last breath fade away as I am sent to the grave. Again.

The main door has been broken down. They are storming in. This will be the last thing I will ever write. For the sake of whatever god or gods be out there, let this message be seen: Do not let my failure dissuade you from trying to achieve what I tried. Instead learn from it, and do so differently than I. Perhaps you will succeed where I have failed. Perhaps you will end the senseless violence.

I draw my swords, I can happily say, for the final time, tonight.

-Gramdevon Stratford

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SKETCHY’S LOVEBIRD GIVEAWAY!

Ends on February’s 14!

Winner will be randomly choosed using Random.org!

Must reblog this post to participate!

Followers only, new followers appreciated!

The winner will be able to choose a free Waist up on full color and complete lineart, or a fullbody on sketch!

The prize follows my commissions rules, don’t forget to read before sendeing the email!

Comissions are open as well! In the case a commissioner wins, the value will be discounted on the current commission, or they can have both, the commission and the prize!

GOOD LUCK FOR YALL!

This blog features NSFW/Erotic/nude arts, please don’t follow if you’re not 18+!

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Giveaway time!

The big 10k caught me a few months ago and I wanted to do this since 8000 followers but I never had the time. I still don’t (hha!) but the count is over 11k and I don’t want to put it off any longer. I would like to thank you all for following and supporting me by giving you a chance to win one of these:

A full body shaded drawing - essentially, a free commission. Optional: I can include my OC if you want our characters to interact!

One of those chill gifs! Flat color torso gif of a character of your choice, with minimal animation (hair, blink, expression)

Merch! 3 charms + stickers OR 3 prints + stickers from my Storenvy shop - yes, I ship overseas!

A t-shirt from my TeePublic store (courtesy of the folks at TeePublic!)

Rules:

you have to be a follower (please be nice and don’t hit the button just to unfollow right after the giveaway ends)

reblog counts only (but like+reblog however much you want)

no giveaway blogs

keep your ask box open so I can notify you if you win!

if you win merch, you have to be comfortable giving me your name+address to send it to

winners will be chosen with random number generator

if a winner doesn’t reply in 3 days, I am finding a new one

the giveaway ends on March 3rd = my birthday!

Good luck everyone and thank you so SO much for being so cool and supportive of my work! ♥ PS here’s a link to a nicer version of the animated banner (because tumblr hates gifs) ^^

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You speak of justice? Of cowardice? I will show you the justice of the grave… and the true meaning of fear.

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CURRENTLY 8 $ DISCOUNT! Will last until 5th of january 2017. If you’re added on the list before that time, you’ll recieve the discount. 

I have my hands full atm due to an exam so I’m putting off drawing until it’s over. However, once it’s over and the holidays have passed I’d like to get back into doing commissions. 

If you’re interested in commissioning me, you can send me a message about your interest, and I’ll save your name-of-choice to this list! Later when I have time to do commissions again, I’ll contact the people on the list. I don’t know how many will show interest (I’m hoping Anyone will)), but if it’s more than a handful I’ll go in a chronological order based on the time of contact.

my prices can be found here, !please note that a 22 $ commission means = waist up + simple background! If you want a fullbody, it’ll cost more than 22 $. If you look at my prices page you’ll understand. The discount will apply in all cases. 

A few of my previous favourite commissions can be viewed here

Please reblog this even if you’re not interested! It might help me find those who are :)

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XMAS AND NEW YEAR’S GIVEAWAY!

Ya’ll know the drill:

Only Reblogs counts!

Must be following me!

The prize follow my commission rules!

New followers welcome, but remeber, my blog is 18+!

Please no underage >:C

The winner will get an complete fullbody, by me!

The giveaway ends on 20/12!

If the winner doesn’t reply me in 24h, i’ll be choosing another using Random.org!

Want to see what you can win? Check my Art tag! NSFW and SFW! Also, My commissions are open!

GOOD LUCK AND GOOD FESTIVITIES!

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My sister just gave birth to my beautiful nephew, Max, a couple days ago on December 1st! Unfortunately, when her husband went to retrieve the car seat on the day they were set to go home, he discovered that their car had been stolen right out of the hospital parking lot. The police have been notified and are doing what they can, but there are no guarantees. It really baffles me as to how anyone could be so selfish as to steal a car with a baby seat from in front of the maternity ward, but that is the world we live in. 

Both of them work full-time and depend on daily transportation, but the costs of a newborn and an already tight budget make replacing the vehicle too difficult to tackle on their own. If you have anything to spare, it would be greatly appreciated, but just passing this around would be more helpful than you can imagine! 

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Help needed; please boost?

My name’s Jackson, and I used to be a freelance artist. Art was not a stable job so I got a full-time job. I was employed for four months and was able to support myself.

I was laid off from my job two days ago and it was on payday so I won’t be receiving another check or anything. I do not qualify for unemployment (I tried), and my state sucks when it comes to assistance.

I need money for food and bills. At this point I rely on commissions and donations.

http://archmagejackson.com/prices.html contains all my commission info.

There is a donation button on my blog or you can go to http://paypal.me/kasune 

Thanks so much for the help.

If you want to see my art/info, here’s some links for you: my art / about / faq

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I rarely ever pay attention to Trade Chat so I never realized until now that Gul’dan’s name has become as memtastic as Khadgar’s. ^^;

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I want these, I’ve wanted to see Arthas on the big screen since I was a wee lad.

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The Early Life and Times of Gramdevon Stratford

I did say I would write a more in-depth character bio for Gram. And here it is. More like an early telling of his life than anything but, I gotta start somewhere.

The Life Nothing was very remarkable about Gramdevon as a child. He was the son of two farmers in Gilneas, Alder and Rosary Stratford, worked the fields alongside them, constantly complained about the rain while also being thankful for it that it always watered their crops, and he wondered what the world beyond the towering stone walls looked like. He had a fairly built form, with sapphire blue eyes, and a fiery mane that flowed down to his shoulders. Though as he reached adolescence, he became more fascinated with war, hearing epic tales of events that happened before Gilneas was walled off. Of battles involving tens of thousands, of heroes conquering overwhelming odds, and of people who rose from nothing and became legends among their peers. While Gramdevon knew he would never rise to something so great, he always remained hopeful, and even began training himself to properly wield a sword, or in his case, a stick that vaguely resembled a longer-than-average, misshapen dagger. He was sloppy, had little to no form, and accidentally threw the thing more times than he'd care to admit, but he felt he could do better if he had a real weapon and training. 

At the age of fifteen, he abandoned his position on the farm and hitched a ride on one of the very few caravans that left Gilneas, aspiring to join the Alliance military, though eventually changing his decision to join the city guard for a while to get some fighting experience. Eventually, he found himself at The Alliance capital; Stormwind. Because of his stature, and a stubble he was sprouting at the time, Gram seemed much older than he really was, and easily got accepted into the city guard. He underwent training and, as he expected, was much better with an actual blade than a piece of broken wood. In fact, he quickly picked up the basics and spent a good deal of time honing his skills to become a true warrior. He managed to show off his skills during sparring matches with other recruits, managing to best all of them, and even giving a few seasoned guards a run for their money. Though he wasn't a master, and he was beaten down a few times, though he never was angered by it, he simply took it as a sign that he needed to improve, and improve he did. By the end of his training, he was top of his class and had beaten all but one of his instructors in the ring. While he longed to fight him and prove his worth, he was never given the opportunity and was assigned his squad before he could. He took up his standard equipment; a longsword and a kite shield, with his plate-mail armor, and patrolled the city streets every day. Many days were uninteresting, having to break up fights or deal with a petty theft or pickpocket, not the glory the young Gilnean was seeking. Though every so often, the Defias Brotherhood found their way into the city and began stirring up trouble, and nine times out of ten, it led to a fight. It was there that Gramdevon showed his prowess, able to handle the bandits fairly well, even during his first encounter but a few days after his assignment, cutting down a pair of bandits running towards him with daggers. He was later reprimanded for using lethal force instead of attempting to incapacitate them, but he enjoyed the thrill of the fight so much, he brushed it off. While guard life had its moments, Gram hoped to officially join the military one day, wanting to cut down legions of orcs, having developed a hatred for the Horde solely based on stories he'd heard of their barbaric nature. Each night he looked from the barracks window out into the Stormwind Harbor, silently whispering to himself, "The Alliance is comin' for you, Warchief. All th'Kor'Kron 'n Azeroth can't save you." For three years he remained as a guard, never being able to join the military without risking being dishonorably discharged from the guard for leaving before a predetermined time had elapsed, but his time soon came. After those three years, he was days away from being able to sign up as he would be eligible for being honorably discharged from the guard, and thus having no risk of being denied. He was eighteen then, still young, ambitious, he had everything to gain and nothing to lose. Except for one thing. The Death That one thing was the most important thing to him, and anybody else, really. Only days before he could have joined the Alliance military, flying the banner of the Golden Lion on the battlefield, tragedy struck the city. Stormwind was attacked by the Undead Scourge; ghouls, zombies, necromancers, abominations, frost wyrms, gargoyles, and any other unholy, sickening spawn of undeath and bloodlust charged through the city. Gramdevon was confident in his abilities, as well as those of his fellow guards, and took to the front lines to defend his home, standing in the center of a shield wall at the front gates. At first, things went well, a few ghouls and skeletons charged, were cut down or shot by crossbowmen before reaching the shield wall, but then the true force came. Abominations charged head first into the wall, all three arms flailing about, impaling guards and throwing them about like ragdolls. Gargoyles had swooped down and halted the crossbow fire by attacking them directly, and a frost wyrm came down from the sky to let loose a breath of unimaginable cold. Though as his brethren fell, amidst the chaos Gram stood tall, ice crystals forming on his armor, blood dripping from his mouth, shield cracked and near useless, sword in hand with icicles hanging off the blade. He let loose a cry of bloodlust and began cutting down undead as if he'd been doing it for years. He wasn't dodging attacks or even blocking many of them, he was taking massive wounds, wounds that should have killed him, but he ignored the pain, simply because he knew that he had only one thing to lose, and he was going to lose it anyway, he might as well lose it in hopes of becoming one of the legends he'd heard about. Those were his last thoughts as he eventually succumbed to his wounds, falling to his knees as the dead began tearing off his armor, feasting upon his flesh, and he lost it. The one thing he had to lose left him. His life. The Rebirth Gramdevon opened his eyes, the first thing that came to his mind was the biting cold that overcame him, resembling that of the breath of the frost wyrm that attacked Stormwind. Though strangely enough, he felt no pain or even discomfort from the cold, it gave him a strange sense of calmness and fullness, it felt right. The next thing that came to him was the smell; decaying flesh, rotten meat, and sorrow. Though, like the cold, he felt nothing wrong with it, instead embracing it as if he was smelling a field of roses. Before he could determine where he was, a tall man, clad in blue armor with skin pale as sin, grabbed him by the back of his neck and threw him to the floor, ordering him to stand. Normally, Gram would have clocked the man for disturbing him, but he simply rose to his feet, feeling truly no emotions. It was then that he explained what exactly happened to him, or rather the short version of it. He died, though that much he remembered, and he had been resurrected to become an instrument of destruction for the Lich King. He didn't know what to feel, if anything, and simply nodded, before moving off to begin his training as a Death Knight. Gram originally attempted to fight with sword and shield, as he remembered, but he at one point tried wielding a pair of rune blades, and decided it was a better choice, as he could, "Decimate more people with two blades." His physical training was brief, it was his magical training that was a challenge, though even that came and went fairly quickly. He opted to use frost magic along with his physical strikes, empowering them with the icy winds of Northrend, as well as harnessing them in a pure form of magic. Though his time as a warrior of the Scourge was brief, as he broke free of his mental bonds of the Lich King, along with numerous other Death Knights, during a battle against the Argen Dawn at Light's Hope Chapel. After forming the Knights of The Ebon Blade with his fellow freed Death Knights, and joining it with the freshly formed Argent Crusade to create the Ashen Verdict, Gramdevon returned to Stormwind for a brief time. While he wasn't given a warm welcome initially, he did finally get to join the Alliance military and was sent to the front lines. Eventually, after years of fighting across Northrend and months of besieging Icecrown Citadel, alongside both the Alliance and the Horde, The Lich King was slain, victory had been achieved. Though Gramdevon had changed, at least his opinions had. Before going to war, his perception of the Horde was a negative one, of savages and barbarians who sought to kill for the joy of it. However, Gramdevon fought alongside a few members of the Horde during the campaign and realized that they were not much different than the Alliance. They felt threatened by the Alliance, and as a result, fought, much like the Alliance felt with the Horde. He decided to take some time off from the military and return to Gilneas, needing to think things over. The Change After reaching the mighty gates of Gilneas, it was only then that Gramdevon realized that he might not be able to enter the city. They most likely hadn't gotten word of the Scourge invasion and didn't know that some Death Knights had broken free of the Lich King's control. Though he also realized something else; The gates were not only open but broken down. Fearing something had happened, he rushed to his old farm, hoping his parents were okay. He feared the worst as he found the door broken open and scratched, but nothing could have fully prepared him for what he saw; Ravenous Worgen tearing apart his parents' bodies. He reached down to grab his rune blades, cutting apart the beasts with a frozen fury, but not before they slashed through the joints in his armor. Undead or not, Gram felt the affliction coming upon him, and stumbled to the ground not long after his encounter. Just before blacking out, he found a pair of people running towards him, something in their hands. Once Gramdevon woke up, he had been stripped of his armor, wearing only a pair of leather pants. He had a splitting headache and moved a hand to clutch his forehead. Though he soon discovered that his head felt much hairier than it did before, as did his hand when he brushed it against his chest. He then looked down at his body and felt panic, he wasn't a human anymore, he was a Worgen. Initially wondering how it could have possibly happened, one of the people who'd ran to him earlier told him that he was infected with the Worgen curse, but an antidote managed to prevent him from going completely feral. Unfortunately, it was an early stage of the antidote, and Gram could not revert to his human form, even if they gave him a more perfected version. Initially, he was furious but learned to embrace his new form with time. That time being from fighting back the Forsaken Undead that were invading Gilneas. Gram may have had a respect for the Horde, but the Forsaken had lost a good deal of trust because of their use of the Plague. Once the infestation, and the invasion, were dealt with, Gramdevon gave his parents a proper funeral, burying whatever remains he could in the house. Because of the bad memories he received from the house, and Gilneas in general, he left. Initially, he wanted to return to Stormwind and resume his time in the army, but he decided against it, realizing that helping fight in the war would only fuel it, and that would not benefit anybody. Gramdevon simply didn't return and began to wander Azeroth. He now constantly moves around Azeroth, never staying in one place for too long for the fear of being captured by either the Alliance who would make him pay for desertion or the Horde who would see him as another Alliance soldier, regardless of his desertion. Though thinking about it, sometimes he laughs about it. As a child, he wanted nothing more than to be a legend, to be known for generations. He just never imagined his story would be as it is.

[magicalenglishzombifiedwere-blog]

An attempt to break into the WoW RP land.

So, I’ve been part of WoW for a long time, and casually RP’d here and there, but I wanted to make a tiny bit more of a breakthrough into it, maybe get more in depth. So, to do that, I figured I’d start with something I stole borrowed from @korkrunchcereal . I may do a more in-depth character bio another time.

Basics

NAME: Gramdevon “Gram” Stratford  AGE: 25 BIRTHDAY: April 22nd RACE: Worgen GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Bisexual MARITAL STATUS: Single

Physical

APPEARANCE: Pictured above HAIR: Thick, black mane, with occasional white speckles of frost sprinkled within it (Shoulder length and red prior to affliction) EYES: Glowing, icy blue (Emerald prior to death) SKIN (FUR): Black (Pasty white skin prior to affliction) HEIGHT: 7′4 BUILD: Muscular. DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scars across his right eye, down his back, and on his outer left thigh. COMMON ACCESSORIES: Silver earrings on his right ear, a Vrykul drinking horn attached to his belt.

Personal

IN-GAME CLASS: Frost Death Knight PROFESSION: Wanderer, Knight of The Ebon Blade (Officially) HOBBIES: Drinking, brawling, adventuring, making stupid puns, occasional singing LANGUAGES: Common, Orcish, Thalassian (Little) RESIDENCE: Unknown BIRTHPLACE: Gilneas RELIGION: The Light (Former, abandoned after death). None (Current). PATRON DEITY: None. FEARS: Spiders, specifically Nerubians, fading into obscurity, fire

Relationships

SPOUSE: None CHILDREN: None PARENTS: Alder Stratford (Deceased), Rosary Stratford (Deceased)   SIBLINGS: None OTHER RELATIVES: Unknown ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: None worth mentioning ENEMIES/RIVALS: A large portion of the Horde and Alliance militaries. PETS: None.

Traits

•extroverted / introverted / in between. •disorganized / organized / in between. •close minded / open-minded / in between. •calm / anxious / in between. •disagreeable / agreeable / in between. •cautious / reckless / in between. •patient / impatient / in between. •outspoken / reserved / in between. •leader / follower / in between. •empathetic / unemphatic / in between. •optimistic / pessimistic / Realist. •traditional / modern / in between. •hard-working / lazy / in between. •cultured / un-cultured / in between. •loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between. •faithful / unfaithful / Complicated / in between

Additional Information

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. DRINKING: never / sometimes / frequently / to an extreme CRIMINAL RECORD: Desertion from the Alliance military, numerous bar brawls.