Lokhir (Blackheart)

Placeholder Early Life
Lokhir was born to Shiris and Sykeran Zendiralis in Gilneas (around 50 or so years before the Greymane wall closed and the Worgen plague hit, thus leaving Lokhir unaffected) For a good portion of his life, Lokhir was a normal child, an intellectual but always a rebel, his parents wanted to send him to Dalaran to be taught in the ways of the mage. Lacking the discipline needed to learn the arcane arts, Lokhir was restless, his body hungering for action. Soon he cast aside his books and spent his time running and playing along the Gilnean landscape. His body became honed to near perfection but still he was not satisfied, he needed to be faster, he needed to endure more. Soon he found himsef in a rather sticky situation, he was a witness to a swath of crime sweep across his land as unrest became more and more prominent. He watched people sneak in and out of houses, robbing others and occasionally seeing unassuming passerby's get their pockets picked and witnessing people get swallowed into the shadows as thugs and brigands would stalk around the streets and back alleys of Gilneas City. As a somewhat impressionable teen, he decided that he would take up this life of underhanded action, his brash attitude not letting him see the possible consequences of his actions. A natural athlete, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, swinging around corners and scaling walls, no one really ever able to catch him. His parents, for the most part, were unaware of their son's dealings as they were lead to believe he was an apprentice in the city. "He comes home with money and food" They thought. "He must be a wonderful apprentice". Lokhir darted in and out through the city streets, until he skills started to slip, he would find himself in the midst of being arrested or getting the living daylights beat out of him by the occasional gang of thieves, always escaping with his life barely intact. As such, his skills in battlefield repair are fairly proficient, his experience lending him the necessary knowledge to keep himself alive, usually until he finds a higher skilled medic (He discourages finding priests as they always want a confession). But his time in Gilneas wasn't wasted on crime, in fact he saw it more as survival of the fittest, feeding himself and his family, and silently scorning those who were idiotic enough to part with their possessions. If, for whatever reason, he couldn't find a suitable excuse for stealing their items, he would merely tell himself that he was holding onto it for them. Coincidental how he never seemed to find them to give it back..

Exodus
After Lokhir had his share of bruises and stolen purses, he finally decided to make something of his life, of course being the immature brat that he was, had yet to figure out exactly how his life was going to be changed. The first of many jobs in the world that came to Lokhir's mind was for him to be productive, not necessarily a hunter-gatherer type. He wanted to make something of himself in the world, eschewing fame and fortune, he wanted to pass knowing that he left doing a good job. His parents still residing in Gilneas, Lokhir left as a traveler, telling them that his time at an apprentice had come to an end and he was to start a new life. He found his natural aptitude for tinkering and resourceful creations led him to a great interest in Engineering. With a snap of his fingers, he found a career, and set himself off for the icy land of Dun Morogh.

Through his travels he met a wide variety of people he could have never known existed. He passed through Silverpine Forest and caught up with a few travelling mages of Dalaran, learning (yet never, ever applying) their art of casting arcane energy. They settled at the township of Tarren Mill and Lokhir said his goodbyes as he traveled down the road past Durnholde Keep (Now starting to house some unsavory characters that Lokhir used his natural abilities to avoid). On through the Arathi Highlands, Lokhir made his way into Stromgarde, stopping for a quick pint as the soldiers there enlisted his aid as a mercenary to deal with a growing troll threat. Residing in the Keep for a few months, Lokhir put his skills to use once again, darting from tree to tree near a camp of the Witherbark Trolls, surveying their actions and waiting until night to strike. As the moon rose in the sky, Lokhir took his newly presented daggers (He was rather excited about testing them out despite their rather shoddy common quality) and dove for the first troll he could find. He learned a valuable lesson that day as the troll picked up his scent and turned on his heel as Lokhir landed directly ontop of him, the trolls' spear broke with it still in his hand as he jabbed it directly into Lokhir's lower back. Quickly dragging his blade across the trolls throat, he silenced this threat only to hobble along the way and fall into the bushes, his mission still not complete. A patrol passed by and Lokhir once again readied his blades, as the trolls turned the corner, Lokhir tossed his daggers and pounced another, cracking its neck, reclaiming his weapons and darting off again.

No one had seen Lokhir since he left the previous afternoon and were starting to think that they lost another mercenary. Slamming the doors wide open, a patrol of Stromgarde guards dragged a bloody and broken Lokhir into the Command Headquarters. The medic rushed to his side, quickly surveying his wounds and starting her work as Lokhir's hand shifted to his side and untied a pouch, letting it drop to the floor next to her. He turned his right eye (his left one was bruised badly from an unsuspecting blow from a troll berserker) to her and said "Feel free to pay me whenever...just make it soon please" He gave her a big smile and passed out from his injuries. Waking up in the infirmary, Lokhir turned to sit up on his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and finding a fat purse of coins next to him with an insignia and a note attached. A simple sentence was written "This soon enough?".

Gathering his effects, Lokhir walked out of Stromgarde an honored man, the medic waiting for him with a beautiful horse at her side. "You're going to need this" He chuckled and petted the beast. "Oh? And why is that?" He inquired. "Trolls run faster than humans, not horses" (She neglected to mention their ability to tame their own mounts, which Lokhir cursed her for in a later incident). Mounting the horse, he tossed her a small flower ring he had been keeping in his pouch ever since the beginning of the troll incident. She slipped the ring on and looked up, her sweet brown eyes full of joy. "Please come back when you're done in Ironforge" His brows furrowed. "Needing a strong, quick rogue like me to protect you, do you?" He let out a heartfelt laugh. "Nah, I just can't come with you and I know you'll need someone to keep you alive" She grinned "Now git!" She giggled and the horse took off. "I'll be back!" He yelled as the horse went into a gallop towards the Thandol Span. He never saw her again.