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Jander is a tall man from the country. He speaks with a pleasant southern accent, and is very tanned.
He is from Westfall, and lived on a farm all his life before losing it when the Defias rose up and took over the region.
Main Characters Full Name: Janderius Reed
Known Names: Jander, Jand, Jandy
Weight: ~200 lbs
Eye Color: Hazel
Accent type: Polite and Southern, more like a Georgia/South Carolina accent than a Texas or Lousiana/Mississippi one.
Mannerisms: Jander is confident and friendly. He walks with a straight back, his speech tends to be respectful and well mannered.
Expressions: Loves to laugh hard and smile wide to convey his confidence and establish himself as Alpha Male of the group.
Deformities: He has a fair amount of scarring on his chest and his left arm.
Mother? Sally Reed
Father? Dave Reed
Place of residence: His new home in Machiville (Surwich)
Friends: Has made a lot of good friends, most notably are members and ex-members of The Phantom Legion. Also good friends with Havyn Konway, Devondra, Pennumbra, Mournwood, Mirth and Azhandris. Among many others.
Troublemaker: A little bit? He is a joker, and thinks he's pretty funny, very playful in his humor.
~Personality of character~
He is overconfident in his abilities, not in fact being a very good mage on paper. He simply has a lot of raw and uncontrolled potential inside him, which tends to come out when he gets emotional.
His emotions tend to be his downfall, caring too much about the people around him and charging off into battle on his own, blinded by his own fury.
He is also stubborn and set in his ways, people who bad mouth him or the legion get the full force of his ire.
When he is calm, he gains friends pretty well and is pleasant to be around.
His control over fire is undoubtedly impressive, as is his resilience and ruthlessness in battle.
Characters feeling or thoughts:
Is currently upset over the effect that the Cult has had over his life, ruining his relationships and getting in the way of his happiness. He wants to avoid dealing with them because seeking them out has so far only brought him pain.
Hobbies or Possessions:
He owns a pig as a pet, it is named Ploppy 2, after his favorite pig on the farm growing up, Ploppy. He is and will always be a farmer, it is his current occupation when he is not fighting.
Favorite food: Westfall Stew and Cornbread!
Least favorite food: None, Jand is not picky in the slightest.
Favorite color: Red, although he is hesitant to wear it all the time, being the Horde's color.
Dream or goal:To stomp out all enemies of the Alliance, and find somebody worth spending the rest of his life with. He wants the whole city to recognize him as a good, smart man, not an idiot who does not know the right way to deal with Cultists.
((After tirelessly writing multiple drafts, and forming a heap of crumpled up parchment around him, Janderius finally wrote a letter worthy of its recipient.))
Dear Commander Alliance,
I'm writing this letter to reiterate just how great I think you are. The Alliance and the world desperately needs some one like you in these trying times of war. You are a symbol of hope and justice for the people, let alone being the coolest person ever. The people love…Continue
After taking an excited breath, Janderius Reed stepped through the portal from Stormwind to Paw'don Village, and set foot in Pandaria for the very first time.
When he emerged on the other side, he was immediately hit by his senses all responding to the foreign land. The sounds of busy work and life could be heard, the pleasant scents of spring filled his nostrils. The ocean breeze gently pushed against him, making his clothes and hair flutter in the wind. The mage opened his eyes to…Continue
When the Mana Bomb finally detonated, Janderius's body reacted to the explosion long before the light or sound of the blast reached the assembled party, tens of miles away from the blast's epicenter.
First, the mage's body erupted into startling flames of his own unintended creation. It was a small explosion which propelled him into the air like a screaming, flailing, gnomish firework.
Long before he hit the ground, he lost control of his senses and…