User:WoWWiki-Crackerman

Crackerman is a player-controlled character found on the "Moon Guard" server. Currently, he is a planned, but inactive character not shedualed for creation until the Wrath of the Lich King expansion pack is released. All concerns should be taken to Mirson.

Basic Information
Commander Robert-Roald Crackerman is a fairly enigmatic figure, known to most primarily through word of mouth and tales of his adventures. Because very few civilians have genuinely spoken to him, he has become a heroic folk-lore figure, described as taking on numerous different enemies with great success, ranging from orc to undead, and a champion of the Scarlet Crusade. Many of these tales have ranged greatly in accuracy; where one man may say Robert-Roald took on a force of ten violent orcs and ogre, the next man who recalls the tale may broaden the number to twenty, and include a ferious black dragonflight and a legion of undead with it. Skepticism and doubt go hand-in-hand with tales of Robert-Roald Crackerman's heroics, while at the same time, loyalty to his greatness has even warranted petitions for a statue of him amongst the city of Lordaeron upon it's recapture. Unlike his adventures, however, physical characteristics always seem to stay in a particular boundry when describing him. He has been told to have long, flowing red hair representing the fiery passion and dedication of the Scarlet Crusade with a full beard warming his face in the cold forests of Tirisfal Glades. His face, once handsome and cheerful, has turned weathered yet wise due to his services to the Crusade, his brown eyes representing a soul so dedicated that few would question his greatness, forcing nearby undead to flee in fear. Another reoccurring theme also includes the tabard of his faction; never, even when roaming the streets of Stormwind City, would he dare wander without wearing his tattered bloody flag with pride, confirming his identity as the one and only Commander Robert-Roald Crackerman of the Scarlet Crusade.

The True Crackerman
Unfortunately, like all stories of heroism, there is a glare of perfidy gripping his identity. Robert-Roald is truly a man dedicated to the Scarlet Crusade, dispatched to the area of Tirisfal Glades long ago for his superb reputation and performance amongst the city guard of Stormwind City. However, as time has passed, his grip on sanity has slowly withered to a blackened, shrivelled mass of it's former self, and he has become much like his fellow crusaders: mad. Care for the refugees of Lordaeron has long since left him, as well as compassion for the Alliance, and his only true objective now is to wipe out the undead possessing the ruins of the once proud kingdom with little care for their plight as plague victims. Any forsaken foolish enough to wander near the Scarlet Monastery may find themselves captured and tortured by Interrogator Vishas, Crackerman's horrifying brown eyes glaring down at them, swirling with insanity. Any species, regardless of affiliation, choosing to quadrate with the undead may also find themselves at Robert-Roald's mercy, a death by inferno or numerous impalements just some of the more paltry punishments of such a crime.

However, the once loud cries of Robert-Roald's victims have since come to a halt, replaced with the loud chimes of the commander's deathbells amongst the monastery and Stratholme. It has been confirmed by Scarlet Crusade members themselves that, upon reaching Northrend, he finally met his demise. This story, unlike his others, never changes; his platoon remained relatively untargeted as a massive frontal assault of mindless undead attacked him, tearing through his platemail and at his flesh until he could no longer move. Then, as soon as they started, they stopped, dragging him away to an unknown location and leaving his platoon in shock and awe. The survivors say, as they attempted to return back to safety, the sound of the Lich King's bone-chilling cackle could be heard, as if he had made a great accomplishment.

History to be expanded at a later date.