Mr. Blackvale

[Blackvale]

((Below is basically my MRP. Enjoy.))

Weight: 235 lbs Height: 7’4”

An animalistic presence would precede the elf as he entered onto the scene, his walk reminiscent of a prowling canine. Towering over most of the world’s creatures, the elf stood at what would be considered an average height for his race. What skin he showed would display both its tainted light glow and the outlines and details of his muscular build. The golden orbs that sat beneath his outstretched cowl would at most times burn with a blazing fury, shifting about from target to target with an overbearing stench of ill intent.

His armor was a work of art. His cowl projected a nocturnal abyss over his hidden features, so that only a feint display of his expression and his two bright pinpoints could be seen. His shoulders were adorned with two smooth, metal orbs, which allowed for both mobility and stability wherever he walked. His form-fitting armor seemed to cover the rest, with his tabard draped down his torso. The belt was covered with various pouches and satchels, with a rather obscure, smooth buckle seeming to have no significance and a double-barrelled pistol resembling a smaller version of a Dwarven hand-cannon. The leather gloves that gripped against his palm were laced with titanium studs, causing the fists to carry more bulk but still retain the grace of his mobile form. His bracers were inherently the most complex, carrying some unnatural bulk that would appear like buttons when up-close. Below his knees, his legs were encased in a set of leather boots, steel-toed and lean, with a bit of a rise on the soles. Resting upon his plated back was what appeared to be a modified black rifle, equipped with a high-tech scope and an elongated barrel. His weapon, the most insignificant part of his armor, would usually be uncharacteristically light for such a heavy-armored individual.

His voice, to those who heard it, was a bold, deepened echo, emanating from his cowl with elegance in speech. When close to the recipient, the voice would seem as but a deep, lowly and frigid whisper, smoothed over by his fiery personality and lulling speech. No aura graced the body of this individual, not of death or magic or of any darker forces. The aromas and odors that might lace his traveled body were dwarfed by the excessive amount of exotic plate he wears, blending his scent into a crowd of heroes and generals. Most importantly, though, one would rarely ever see an expression of movement from this elf, save for the burning infernos beneath his strange hood that would instantly catch the gaze of anyone who stared for long enough, matching it with unparalleled intensity.



((This contains the information one would find concerning this person if one were given either of his names; only this much provided. Note that none of it would help one identify this person, other than prior matching of his description to his name. There is no record of any of these names in the Horde or Alliance, or anywhere else unless specified below. A skilled investigator might note how unusually light the records seem, almost as if they’ve been artificially edited.))

Mr. Blackvale: All the records of this name relate to a trader situated somewhere in the South Seas. He would be listed as the owner of the Blackvale Company. The company deals in modern arms and ammunition, as well as high-grade explosives, sold in bulk to armies and gun emporiums throughout Azeroth and parts of Draenor. The business seems very successful, with records dating back to late July, 32 ADP. There seems to be record of it existing beforehand, but all information on that section of its file is classified. After it's apparent downsizing towards the end of the war with the Lich King, the company seems to have boomed after the Shattering, hiring hundreds of new employees and expanding farther than it ever had, taking advantage of the economic void left by the destruction. His company has within past few months come into possession of Marlowe Pharmaceuticals, an apothecarium saved from the brink of bankruptcy, whose office has been relocated from Hillsbrad to an island in the South Seas. The company employees hundreds worldwide, and one would be hard pressed to find a gun or explosives shop that didn’t stock a Blackvale original.

Bael'eth Emberstone: If one ever receives this name (Though one most likely would not), that person would find records of the last name in Eldre'Thalas. There, the records speak of a female doctor who studied Botany and produced an antibiotic drug never put into production. None of this shows any information on his first name. The only other record of a Bael'eth Emberstone is in Suramar, at the bottom of the ocean, where it would show that a man by that name studied Titanic Archaeology (Titanology) and Zandalar Anthropology (Troll Studies), and graduated with exemplary marks. A person would have no real reason to search any of these places, however, for he would rarely cite them in speeches.