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[stormheardt-blog]

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NAME: Hohenheim “Antem” Stormheardt

AGE: 28

SPECIES: Human (Kul Tiran)

GENDER: Male

CLASS: Paladin

BIRTHPLACE: On a ship off the eastern coast of Kalimdor

BIRTH: Early July.

SIGN: N/A

MARITAL STATUS: Single

PROFESSION(S):  As of now, his duties revolve around the High Chaplain position of the Dawnsworn Covenant, offering guidance to those who seek to further their knowledge of the Light. He doesn’t say it often, but he feel entirely unworthy for the position, as he’s had a bit of a self-esteem struggle since the duties he carried out before he came to the Covenant.

Prior to his position among the Covenant, Hohenheim was a servant to the nobility, and sometimes the Cathedral, of Stormwind. He’d been brought from Kul Tiran lands to Northshire as an infant with that task already in mind by his caretakers.

RESIDENCES: Currently, he’s staying in Northshire Abbey. He has the resources to find his own home away from the Abbey, but he’s constantly ensuring the welfare of the young ones in training, there.

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{ PHYSICAL FEATURES}

APPEARANCE:

HAIR: Blonde hair that normally is pulled back in a pony tail, but lately has been allowed to take a bit more of a messy appearance. Whether that is due to trying new things, or being called “pony tail” too many times, is anyone’s guess.

EYES: Emerald

SKIN: A light tan.

HEIGHT: 6′3″

WEIGHT: 210

OTHER: Under Hohenheim’s left arm, across the rib cage, is a large tattoo of a rosary with thorn-covered vines entangling it. He’s never told anyone the significance of that tattoo, largely due to hardly anyone seeing him out of his armor or clothing. The true significance is that he was told as a child that any who are truly devoted in their service bear a mark on their body so they may never deny it.

With that in mind, Hohenheim would one day bear a rosary, signifying his faith, and thorns to warn any who would try and take it away from him.

{ FAMILY }

SIBLINGS: One brother, Heimdall Stormheardt, who is a sort of black sheep to the family. And one yet-undiscovered sister.

PARENTS (deceased): Father: Tichorius Stormheardt (biological)

Mother: Erinee Stormheardt (biological)

ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Aelorelle Dawnsworn (thedawnsworncovenant): She brought Hohenheim officially into the Dawnsworn after having met a few times. She’s made it a habit to indulge Hohenheim in his fear of polymorphing and turned him into a penguin. Hohenheim still has the nightmares. 

Thelandin Tairneanach (keladrielravencrown): Brothers in the Light and the Dawnsworn, these two are thick as thieves. Broladins. ‘Nuf said.

Sigrid Naraan (sigridnaraan): Hohenheim holds the deepest of respects for Sigrid, due to her devotion to her comrades, as well as her appropriate character. In instances that require humility, she’s demonstrated she can be, but when a time comes to break off a metal boot in someone’s posterior .....

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{ LIKES }

COLORS: Green, white, gold.

SMELLS: The smell of the sea. There’s nothing like it.

FOOD: Properly smoked deer chops. Almost any vegetable, save for carrots. That’s for the horse. As of late, he has acquired a taste for penguin BBQ. 

DRINKS: Tea. Any brew of tea. If it’s technically tea, Hohenheim will technically love you forever.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: Rarely. He’s never made a good decision when alcohol enters the picture. Ever.

Favorites? When he does indulge .... bourbon.

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               {DISLIKES}

SMELLS: Cologne that is overpowering, fel residue and wet worgen.

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{ TRAITS }

—— POSITIVE —— (Keeping it simple.)

1.) Humble

2.) Loyal

3.) Generous

—— NEGATIVE —— (Keeping it simple.)

1.) Naive ( He tries to see the best of people. Doesn’t always work out. )

2.) Pacifist ( By this, I mean it would take an act of cosmic power for him to kill someone. He doesn’t oppose the fight, he opposes killing an opponent. Being unable to defeat an opponent without killing him/her is a sign of mediocre swordsmanship, to him.)

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(( Finally did one of these. As you can see, I finally settled on an FC, mostly due to the hair. The profile had to be cut a bit short, because I wanted some things to come out in roleplay! <3 ))

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[stormheardt-blog]

Never a Good Position

The evening prior was still heavy on Hohenheim.

Sitting up in bed, the restless man turned enough to settle his feet on the floor of the bedroom. Elbows found the tops of his knees as he leaned forward and rubbed his eyes. Behind him, Aramae still slept soundly, blissfully unaware of the foothold that doubt had taken in her protector’s mind.

But for how long will I be?

The day before had been uneventful, right up until a meeting among nobility required his presence to ensure the safety of Lady Aelorelle. One of the guests had become particularly unruly, to the point that Inquisitor Naraan had ordered the Dawnsworn to escort him away before he had the opportunity to become violent. Hohenheim had no grudge against this man, and yet ...

Aramae turned over in her sleep, and Hohenheim elected to rise from the bed and take his musing to a different room. Softly rising from the bed, he slipped on a loose fitting pair of linen pants and descended the stairs, down to the study. I had no grudge against him, and yet ...

At one point, the man approached Aelorelle, becoming far too close for any protector’s comfort. Hohenheim had stepped in for her defense, yet she dismissed him outright and granted a private audience to the unruly guest. Obviously, this had greatly upset Inquisitor Naraan, as well as every other protector of the Lady Dawnsworn. He treated the Dawnsworn with such disrespect, yet our lady dismissed us, and even chided us for doing our sworn duty. He thought as he finally sat in the study, growing comfortable as the silence in the room grew deafening.

An enchanted broom started to make its way into the study, but a glance from Hohenheim seemed to give the possessed house cleaning kit a pause. Deciding other rooms likely required more attention, the broom swiftly exited.

“And then ... I made the mistake of voicing my protest ...” With a soft shake of his head, he had voiced the last part of that thought, though none were around to hear. I guess the real reason for it was not professional. I was just hurt by the notion. Foolish of me, Hohenheim thought, recalling what proceeded. Lady Aelorelle had gone beyond simply dismissing her sworn guard, but had even threatened to remove Hohenheim from the Dawnsworn for ‘causing trouble’.

Is her loyalty so weak to those whom she expects to lay down their lives for her? Granted ... she is a noble. For a moment, another thought occurred to him. One that made him feel better, despite its slim chances of being true. “Or maybe ... she just had a bad day. Maybe she just doesn’t understand the impact of her own words.” He spoke quietly, just to himself.

Hohenheim had been born for this. Service to nobility, to protect them was what his life revolved around. Maybe he’d just been too sensitive when threatened to be so easily dismissed from service. Such a thing was about the gravest of threats any could speak to him. There are none I could voice my worries to without risking removal from service. Especially not Aramae ... His gaze trailed up the steps to the bedroom door. I may not appreciate how Lady Aelorelle conducted herself ... but I’m not going to drag Aramae into it. It wouldn’t be fair of me. Best if I just sit on this. After a while, I should hope this is just a very unpleasant memory.

At minimum ... it taught me something.

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