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2. Duerma really enjoys the big city of Stormwind – there’s always something happening. I can tell you right now, though, that Dalaran will take that place in November. A big city that’s dripping with magic, higher learning and mad style? You’re never going to get her to leave!

3. Duerma enjoys either being clever and witty, or really WAY out there absurd.

4. Duerma’s ridiculously extroverted. She thrives on being a social butterfly. Any evidence you may see to the contrary is just her player’s introvertedness getting in the way.

5. Gnome haters on the Alliance side make Duerma insane. It pisses her off that people think it’s OK to make racist jokes about an ally just because they are small. She’s been known to give people an earful on this point.

As a young’un I thought that Dun Morag was the whole world, but have since learned that there be many strange, wonderful and fearful places in this world called Feathermoon. At a young 16, (like my grandpa before me) I journeyed to the land of ghosts to tame my best friend and companion Khepri – he being a Ghostclaw Ravager. I named him after the god of Sun as he has a nature about him that expects his subjects to pay him homage and bow before him, (he is known to smite wickedly those that don’t). Should we meet in the world and share a campfire mehaps I will tell of my journey to gain Khepri’s company.

In all my journeys my favorite place is called Ashenvale and is in the land of the night elves. The peace and beauty of the forest and the hills is to be behold, and provides me a restful heart.

I have been told that I have a dry wit, and find it hard to take seriously the posturing of some.

I be thinkin that I be more reserved in m’nature than an extrovert. I be happiest in the wilds with just Khepri for company. I dinna like crowds as in towns or cities and will keep to m’self and move quickly about m’business in such times as I have to go to one.

The smell, noise and crowds of cities irritate me. In particular the empty-headed fools who endanger ordinary dwarves and other peoples by the things they get upto on their mounts in such crowded places. In particular the fools who ride bears (of all things); such creatures should be in the wild, not use as toys and braggin matter for the bigheaded. My ma used to tell me to let my behaviour mark m’name, not my mouth.

Birthday
Aertho can’t recall the date of his birth, but knows he was born in the summer approximately 75 years ago in the city of Enkaat. Born to an uncompromising family of Draenei exarchs, Aertho prefers to spend a day honoring them by hunting demons than celebrating with friends.

Favorite Location:
Aertho prefers the decadent majesty of proper Draenei society found in Auchindoun and Shattrath City and it frustrates him that the Naaru would allow them to be as desecrated as they have. Rather than lament the past, Aertho would say his favorite place would be the Exodar. He finds pride in his people’s tenacity and resourcefulness.

Humor:
Though pratfalls and silliness aren’t completely beyond him, Aertho’s sense of humor is usually keen on an ironic turn of phrase or a clever wit. Not that he’s a master of either, mind you. He’s more an admirer of sharp minds and sharper tongues. He’s far too blunt and didactic to be considered either.

Extroverted:
To the point of irritation amongst his comrades. He doesn’t have a filter with regard to subtlety and tact. His ego and devotion leaves little time for tolerance.

Irratation:
Paladins of Azeroth. While Paladins and the Vindicators of Draenor share much of the same strengths, Aertho is endlessly annoyed by the rustic and provincial ways of Human and Dwarf paladins. The skills he was forced to learn in Stormwind had him rolling his eyes. Turn Undead and Sense Undead are of little use when one faces the forces of the Burning Legion. Not to mention the steeds they award a paladin with are ill-equipped to carry the weight of a male Draenei. The plight of Azeroth pales in comparison to the war on the Burning Legion, and their posturing over the atrocity of the Plaguelands and Felwood makes him want to play the world’s smallest violin.

1. Tarq’s birthday is July 8th (the same as his player’s, because I’m lazy.) Every year he gets a little more depressed at getting old (read: 30), and a little more smug about living long enough to get old.

2. Strange – my initial answer was the Pig & Whistle, because after all, there’s nothing like the old pub by the office – except for the old pub that IS the office. Bonus points for being in Old Town, where everything happens. However, thinking about it, Tarq probably finds a great deal of comfort out on the slopes of northern Hillsbrad, especially during the winter rains. It’s the closest to home he can ever get.

3. Tarq’s sense of humor is exceedingly broad, and generally rather morbid, with a rather pitiless and occasionally cruel edge. He tends to take a back-slapping, shoulder-punching, “jus’ givin’ the lads shite” approach to jokes, and takes joy in the inappropriate. Thankfully, he leavens his humor with frequent self-deprecation, but few people ever see him being playful.

4. Oh, GOD. Extroverted to the point of confrontation. While it’s true that Tarq’s life really depends on staying in the public eye to some degree, he was already well on the road to chronic sociability before the events of the past few years. He thrives on social interaction, making sure to give every visitor to “his” pub a personal welcome, and keeping an unmatched mental database of names, faces, useful information, and possibly home addresses.

5. All KINDS of things. Tarq has a special place in his heart for hypocrisy. A place with lots of knives. However, in terms of things that are just irritating, let’s go with…pirates. He finds them pretentious. They’re just bandits on boats! Why such a big deal about them?