Wardley Deverel

Wardley Deverel
Wardley Deverel is a Veteran of the Second War and a Mercenary in the order known as The Ravenguard Company. He was born in Dun Modr, Wetlands to his father Garron Deverel, and his mother Susane Garrick.

Apperance
Wardley Deverel stands at around 6'1, wide shoulders that square off similar to a boxer's form. His face is always covered in some form of facial hair, most of the time he sports a full beard and some chops to round off to his long hair. His jet-black hair is usually held in a pony tail to reduce the chances of hair getting in his face when he needs to see, but on occasion he will have it down for offical affairs.

Ward is not very slender in his build, he rather heavy at around 240 pounds. He is strong, and uses strength over speed in combat, however he isn't a wall of muscle. He doesn't sport a fit six-pack but a small stomach that shows his age and diet habits. His hands are large, so he doesn't typical work with dirks, most of his proportions can be deemed large but he isn't a giant by any stretch.

Ward's face shows years of fighting and experience. His brown eyes seem to have  the ability to promote the feeling of confidence and leadership in others, but at the same time, in the heat of combat. Those brown eyes can seem to be black with rage and despair as he hacks and slashes through his foes with prevail.

Personality
Crude jokes, punch-lines, and uneducated rhetoric is the corner stone of Ward. He loves to joke, he can almost crack a clean one-liner anywhere he goes, howeer he does manage to hold back his jokes at the correct times for the sake of professionalism, or respect for the listening party. Ward is a leader first and foremost. Having military background he knows how to lead and how to follow command. He loves unity and hates seeing parties split up due to internal conflict, he will always try to patch anyhole in the social circle he finds himself in.

In the heat of the moment Ward is mostly silent, he breaks off from the happy-go-luck person to a very serious and methodical thinker. Attempting to think three steps foward and making sure he crosses his 'T's and dots his 'I's in combat. His years of training has promoted this style of thinking even during the bangs and crashes of battle. He can make his mind his inner sanctum.

Background
Ward may play the roll of the 'Merc' now. However it wasn't always like that. His parents were both military, his father Garron Deverel was in the Alliance navy, his mother was a Mage for the Alliance. She helped feed and transport goods with her abilities in conjuration and teleportation. Ward was similar sucked into the military life due to the events of the Second War. He was displaced by the Horde and was forced to hide with both his parents in Ironforge with the other dwarfs to hold off the attacking Horde.

When he was of fighting age Ward found himself at a recruiter to join the Alliance military. He wasn't a boatsman and he wasn't as gifted as his mother in magic, all he could really do is brawl. His hands where his weapons, but with a sword and a axe, he can hack away of some mighty foes. He joined the main army force, a grunt would be his place for now.

When the war was in full swing Ward was sent out to do what he does best, during the counterattacks brought out by General Lothar in the Hinterlands. His unit was called C.U.S (Clean-Up-Squad) it was an experimental unit that focused on fear tactics and flank tactics. They had one job, make sure those who survive didn't, they were tasked with burning buildings, spreading fear in the form of masks to seem more powerful then they were. They killed those who were crawling away from battle, and made sure those who lived. Told the tales of the horros of the men and women in black.

Ward's military history ended at the rank of Master Sergeant when he directly ignored an order to slay a group of children left behide after an attack from the Horde. This act of defiance landed him a few years in the stockcades and the removal of his rank, and any rewards the Alliance military would have given him. He turned to the world of hired blades. He was an bodyguard for many years, his ability to fight in tavern caught the eye of the orginization known as the Uncrowned. This landed him a cushy job working with like-minded people. He wasn't an assassin by any stretch, however his ability to control a situation and fight mulitple targets with his swords proved to be useful on more than one occasion.

When the Legion attacked Ward moved outside of the world of the Uncrowned. He wanted to fight for Azeroth and not himself, he founded himself involved with a order known as The Ravenguard Company. There he currently resides as an Officer in the Ravenguard Company helping lead the proud men and women into certain doom, and treasure!