Character Name: Navoc Daggermouth<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Race: Bloodelf<br/>Class: Rogue<br/>Gear (optional): Blk/Purple Terrorblade Set<br/><br/>Navoc sighed, he was on the road again. It was growing rather irritating, he had been to Stormwind during the strange cherry blossom celebration. He had been to the Ironforge Brewfest celebration and strange things continue to occur, he rubbed his chin still traveling down the road he had set out on...actually he had no idea where he was. Taking a gulp he rubbed the back of his head and took out a map, he was sure he had gone pass the wetlands. Rubbing his chin through his mask he realized he was in Hinterlands. He blinked realizing he was in troll territory..."Actually how did I get here? I remember being in Ironforge...huh..my mind must of wandered.."he shrugged going off the road. He stopped, frozen for a moment.<br/><br/>Before him stood a Moonkin...or Owlbear as he called them, they stared each other down for what seemed like a eternity. Navoc couldn't hold in his sneeze and let it rip, the Moonkin panicked and ran off from the surprise. Navoc could only laugh as he went into the forest, looking for a spot that was backed against the mountains he began his work. He needed time away from normal society...if you could call this world normal he thought. Cutting down tree's and making a nice little hidden patch of land for himself. Sneaking over to the beach below and gathering sand he came back and went to work creating a small house for him.<br/><br/>Turning sand to glass, a few days passed and in the end he stood there quite pleased with his craftsmanship."Maybe I should of gone with woodwork then potion making? Meh to late for that" he chuckled. Now Navoc was a young but well built Bloodelf, more so then those skinny kin of his back in Silvermoon. His eyes glowed a bright green and his hair was black as midnight, his hair was long but he kept it back in a risen ponytail. Now as you'll know there has been a lot of dispute in the horde since the Cataclysm, well many members of the horde began transferring over to that of the Alliance. Navoc was one of the many, course no one cared because he was a clumsy rogue.<br/><br/>As far as he was concerned the strangest parts were over, hidden away from the rest of the world he felt at peace finally. Course he has a sixth sense when he knows something is going to happen that is going to irritate him or turn his happy moment into a hellish one.<br/><br/>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -<br/><br/>"This is a open RP and ERP, please do you best to balance out both. Basically don't make the thread purely something like a porno, add some story behind the events. Thank you" - Brotherwolf2<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>