Character Name: Navoc Daggermouth<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Race: Bloodelf<br/>Class: Rogue<br/>Gear (optional): Blk/Purple Terrorblade Set<br/><br/>Navoc let out a yawn as the city came to life, which acted as his living alarm clock for when the day began. People might be thinking, 'what is a bloodelf doing in ironforge?' this of course is easily explain. Navoc just got up and left the horde, he was still deep down a Bloodelf but didn't like the way everything was going under the new warchief. So he gathered his bags and got a permit for joining the alliance. He had to carry his permit around till the proper paperwork was done with. He wasn't alone, many other individuals left the horde and joined the alliance.<br/><br/>Navoc opened his door and got the shop going, now Navoc despite his epic gear wasn't much of a rogue. He was always making a fool of himself and overall wasn't very good at his class. Though he trains he doesn't do much of rogueing as he would put it now a days, he merely runs his shop. Which no one comes to due to he makes all his potions are made on sight and his lab had a thing for exploding...<br/><br/>He has been moving around a lot, he started in Stormwind which a odd event occurred involving petals and he didn't find it suitable anymore, moving out of there he later found himself a comfortable living with the party animals know as the dwarves. He enjoyed the gnomes as well, watching them from his second floor balcony. Though the occasional goblin was a sight well enjoyed too. Navoc put on his apron and normal clothing, slapping on some goggles which stung his eyes when he let them literally slap onto his face.<br/><br/>Navoc was a young looking bloodelf, course elves age slowly so one would expect so. What Navoc lacked in skills he made up for in looks and in body build, though that didn't help him in meeting people or anything due to the paranoia people got from around him. That fear of course is of being blown up...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>