Friend for Hire

This is the story about my blood elf Tovaras, a character I have been playing and rp'ing with for the better part of a year now, both on and outside of World of Warcraft. He is the first RP-character I have ever made that has truly jumped into life and just started doing whatever he felt like it. It was almost scary at first since he seemed to play himself, but now... Now I love him to bits. :3 He has been through alot and has a long and hopefully colorful and exciting story that he wishes to share.

Rating will go up later for sexual content. Also, this is a yaoi story. Meaning, there will be men getting it on with other men here. Chapters will, as usual, be marked with a warning, for those with a sensitive brain.

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This is Me:

Green eyes roamed over the area, taking in every sight and smell in the busy streets of Silvermoon City.

Ears twitching, listening to the noise from the tavern in the background as well as the crowd of people gathering at the front.

It was a little of everything, old and young of all races and both genders.
Noisy elven women studying each other's hair, complaining about the sun drying out their skin. Loud Tauren men frowning and scowling at the rude, younger elven males that were mocking them and their faith. Orcs looking for a suiting victim to try their freshly sharpened axes on, if it was friend or foe didn't matter.

A town build as a sanctuary and a place where the sin'dorei could live and were the horde could meet, but infested with lies, the air thick with obnoxious attitudes and disrespect.

It was disgusting to watch, how they thought so highly of themselves, believing themselves to be the supreme rulers of everything and nothing.

Well, it couldn't be denied that they were a highly attractive race… Especially when compared to the orcs, the forsaken… The shu'halo.

How could a peace-loving race as the Tauren look so damn fierce and be so damn deadly?

Green eyes closed. Deep inhalation.

Many thoughts had passed through the grey matter over the last years. Many ideas and speculations had been born as life passed by and people prepared themselves for battle in some form. Fighters were born, trained and tossed into the battle against some sort of foe, might it be the alliance or the scourge, even nature itself.

Herself.

The Tauren would cause havoc if they found out someone thought of nature as a simple "it". The Kaldorei probably wouldn't be so damn happy either.

Deep exhalation.

They were supposed to be an alliance, to work together when everyone else had turned their backs to them, and yet there was no trust between them. Anyone could turn their backs on the others in a heartbeat, if given a better chance anywhere else. Nobody trusted anyone, nobody even liked one another. They just tried to work together in a feeble attempt to survive.

Another deep inhalation.

Life would always go on, with or without them along for the ride.
With or without me on the ride.

My name is Tovaras Nightroad. I am a mercenary and a rogue for hire, ready to do whatever you want me to do, but for a price. It may be your money or just a place to stay and a meal in my stomach, I am not too fussy despite my attitude and behaviour. I will probably remain this way until the day I die, no matter how short or long that may be.

Now I'm sitting here at the stairs of the tavern, drinking cheap bourbon and watching the crowd go by while wondering where life will take me, though not really worrying about anything. At the same time, everything is a huge bowl of worry as I don't know how long I'll even be around in any way.

My real name is Kael'Elor Sunstream and I didn't use to be so low on the food chain. In fact, I used to be pretty important, a snob among snobs. I had it all.

This is my story on how I lost it all and yet see myself as a rich man.