Eldridge Candell, Inquisitor of the Order of Embers
The Basics ––– – Name: Eldridge Candell Nickname(s): Eld Age: 63 Birthday: Spring Race: Human Gender: Male Marital Status: Single
Physical Appearance ––– – Hair: Thinning gray Eyes: Blue Height: 6′2 Build: Gnarled Distinguishing Marks: Nothing out of the ordinary for a history of violence Tattoos: Two, a lion of Stormwind and another on the inside of his wrist hidden by leather strapped bracer Piercings: None Common Accessories: Old Alliance dwarven made rifle marked with an 'RL' with appropriate powder and shot; new blackpowder pistol; a small steel crow's skull; trappings and equipment of the Order of Embers Likeness: Iain Glen
Personal Information––– – Profession: Scout, Soldier, Farmer, Miner, Witch Hunter, Inquistor Hobbies: Painting, Traveling, Cooking Languages: Common; Smattering of Gutterspeak and Orcish Residence: Nomadic; Arom’s Stand Birthplace: Stormwind Religion: Holy Light (nonpracticing) Patron Deity: None Fears: Plague, Drowning
Relationships ––– - Spouse: Widower (Marien Candell) Children: S = Zexx (MIA); D = Sarasam Parents: F = Ser Erlain Candell (Deceased); M = Nora Candell (Deceased) Siblings: Peter (Deceased); Jaine (Deceased); Bella (Deceased) Other Relatives: Gwynn Candell (granddaughter); Rey Candell (granddaughter); Gendry Candell (grandson); Xaya Candell (granddaughter) Pets: Stern, an emerald eyed crow
Sex & Romance ––– - Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch Libido: Active Turn ons: Intelligence, confidence, patience, kindness, adventurous. singers Turn offs: Drama Love Language: Privacy Relationship Tendencies: His heart died in the Third War, but he’s still alive.
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Additional information ––– – Smoking Habit: Sometimes Drugs: Rarely Alcohol: Sometimes
RP Hooks ––– – Witch Hunter/Inquisitor - It’s his profession and life roaming the countryside of Drustvar for Witches, Drust, and other spooky creatures that look to harm the innocent. But that evil has defintely not exclusive to the island of Kul Tiras, finding the tides of darkness sail to all shores of Azeroth and beyond. Ride with him, ride against him, or call for aid and he will come, alone or with others. Having been at this work for some time he has been known to take on apprentices as ordered such as Cheryl Duun and Josiah Nuebern.
War. War never Changes - Eld has seen four different wars from both sides of winning and losing. A refugee from Stormwind during the First War, freedom fighter in the Second, a victim of the Third, and then a monster in the aftermath. The Fourth War sent him into his current life and redemption arc that never seems to find an end on the isle of Kul Tiras. As time passes, friends grow fewer and enemies grow plentiful. Be you friend or foe?
Beyond the Stars - The Shadowland Fiasco sent Azeroth into a mass hysteria that sent thousands into a introspective self diagnosed mind therapy that gripped the world in a collective held breath. Eld was no different. Delving beyond the Veil had numerous consequences that lead him to believe it was more than a dream, it had taken him beyond life or death. The memories are scattered at times but the feelings are still there of his missing time. A ship, a family, a journey, losses, and a final goodbye. There is a hole in his heart that will never be filled, but he doesn't want to fill it. That hole is a badge to something he never thought he'd have again.
Old Dog, Same Order, Unending Work - There is a darkness coming to the world and the Order will not sit idle while it goes to hell in a hand-basket. As small as the group may be, they are travelling to face the darkness beside any allies they can find. Beware the dark, depths, and the Black Rainbow that will feast on the sky.
HOW TO CONTACT: OoC - tumblr, Discord ( Mogwai Kraken#7988); In-Game: Eldridge (WRA) or Candell (MG)
IC––– – Dawn's light came trickling through the basement window, the frosted glass sending fractured spindles to chase at the shadows of the dark room. Eld was already awake sitting on the bed, but he was doing his best to stay out of it for a bit longer. The days had gotten longer to match the roads and it was not being kind to his bones. Joints and muscles would groan internally for his inner monologue to chastise at being soft. Getting old was awful.
Reaching up, the witch hunter would rub at his face with his calosed hands. His palms and fingers massaging at the sleep tinged eyes in hopes of releaving the ache of sleeping. They weren't doing a good job of it.
Sighing softly as Eld lowered his hands to his knees, his bleary vision would eye his bruised and sore feet as he tried his best to stretch the toes out for a bit of relief. There was a soft pop and stretch to his calves as he sighed softly feeling a moment of respite.
"On your feet Candell," the inquisitor would mutter, echoing the phrase spoken to him countless times on countless battlefields. His blue eyes would lift to spot the folded over tabard and mismatched gear that he'd been given by Dewitt and Langston. "Let's get to it."
Eldridge Candell, Inquisitor of the Order of Embers, had returned to Azeroth.
