Conquest of the Horde

Quote:I was born in Lordaeron at the beggining of what was called the 'First War'. Stormwind, my parent's home was destroyed by the Orcs and so they moved here. My name is Josef Evan, and this journal is to keep a record of my deeds and perhaps, to come clean in the future. I am currently thirty years old, employed by the local crime family in Stormwind. I work for them as a contract killer, disposing of anyone they see fit, and occasionally other odd jobs. Once my contract with them expires, another crime group might hire me, or the contract will be renewed. My past is complicated, but I'll try my best to record it for the purpose of record keeping. I grew up in a rough neighborhood, where the only respect you got was when you had enough guts to do what you wanted without fear of punishment. I was supposed to be sent to the local church to be a priest, the irony kills me even to this day. My father was killed in the war, leaving me and Ma by ourselves. I was the skinny kid that the big kids would bully for icecream and chump change. That all changed when I fought back one day, brought a piece of pipe with me to confront the local gang of kids. Broke the other kid's nose before I was dragged away, given a good beating and sent home to face my Ma. When I was finally let out of my house, a kid made me an offer. He wanted me to join the local group of hooligans, said he saw something in me after that little pipe fiasco. Years passed, and eventually bullying younger kids for a few coppers turned into robbing merchants for their week's earning. It wasn't all fun and games throughout these few years though, Ma got with another man and was pregnant with the little one. The gang's changed a lot too, used to just be me, Carlos and two other guys. In a few years, it's expanded to a healthy size, with nearly fifty members.

Everything changed when I got held up while robbing some punk in an ally down at Old Town. The guy got a hold of my leg, and dragged me down until the guards came to grab me. Got tossed into a holding cell, and everything went straight into crazy land after that. SI:7 offered me a job, an informant job to be exact. Not exactly an offer, since the alternative was to rot in a dark room for about half a decade. I wasn't going to waste away like that, so I took up the job and was let out without doing any time. Wasn't easy, I'll tell you that much. When you've been with a group of people for nearly ten years. Easy to pry information from them, but hard to deliver the information back to your new boss. I learned to suck it up over time, didn't want to screw up another chance in life. It was during this time when my sister was starting to grow up. I tried to make sure she didn't end up like me, she deserved better than that. I asked for reassignment, didn't want Carlos to find out what I was doing behind his back and retaliate. Surprisingly, the boss agreed and assigned me to act as their hired killer. Anyone that they saw as a threat to Stormwind? A quick letter to my rented room, a bit of backround information, and they would wait until I reported back with good news. It wasn't as I expected, I never got a salute from soldiers, never got any benefits. I got injured on the job? Had to pay for the medical bill out of my own coin purse.