Aphetoros

Information

Player: Aphetoros

Character Full Name: Aphetoros Zin-Anduth

Character In-Game Name: Aphetoros

Nickname(s): Aphe

Association(s): Shen'dralar

Race: Highborne Night Elf

Class: Mage

Age: 12,054

Sex: Male

Hair: Bluish-green

Eyes: Dim Amber

Weight: 220

Height: 7'6"

Appearence

Usual Garments/Armor: He prefers old robes from the time of Zin-Azshari, not one to particularly care about his fashion as long as it remains in the Highborne style of quality.

Other: He wears a ring on his right ring finger, it is also from pre-sundering.

Personality

Aphetoros could be described as a rather nice person, usually, to the other Quel'dorei only (Quel'dorei means Children of Noble Birth in Darnassian), though many could consider him arrogant. He doesn't believe in murder or manipulation without good reason, but what good reasons are to him remains yet to be seen. This doesn't mean that he is naive; he can be shrewd when it is required of him, and he usually acts in either a composed, but also cheery manner. He tries to be carefree, in a way to help others forget about the past transgressions of his people and recreate their image as good beings, perhaps to even allow them back on Teldrassil one day. He, however, despises blood elves, and he himself is not willing to give up everything for power (such as fel), nor will he deal with what he deems evil-- namely fel-users, but shadow-users and practitioners of death magic fall into this category as well—unless he plans to betray them, in the end. Long ago he believed that bringing Sargeras to the world would be a blessing, but he saw the atrocities that befell the world at his will, and so anything aligned with him or using similar powers should not exist, in his opinion. He is feverishly dedicated to his study of magic, in such a way that he will forsake eating if it meant he was close to some breakthrough. Though after studying in the Shen'dralar libraries for nearly ten-thousand years, he believes that there is not much left for him to learn, and thus he sees himself as above most people who he deems 'uneducated'. If someone shows genuine curiosity, he will teach them.

History

Aphetoros was born to a moderately wealthy family of Highborne over twelve-thousand years ago. As a child he found the magi of the state fascinating, especially the Queen Azshara. His parents were both mages, though not weak mages, when compared to the other Highborne they were not exactly good. They taught him a bit of magic, and he took to it quickly due to his inherent ability to handle the arcane. They lived in Zin-Azshari and followed the Queen's wishes eagerly, delving deeper into the secrets of the arcane for centuries. He seemed very apt to learn magic-- perhaps it was his eagerness at the prospect of knowledge, or power, or perhaps it was the fact he found magic entirely too awesome? He loved watching magi conjure things, he found the amazing flares and brilliant colors and effects beautiful, no matter what way they were used. Aideva, his mother, decided that she wouldn't be a good enough teacher, and let him be tutored by an archmage, whom Aphetoros admired. While many worked with flames and frost for dazzling effects of fireworks and other things, Aphetoros’s preferred craft was pure Arcane. He became an adept at transmutation and abjuration. He also learned illusion well, and a bit of evocation. His master was kind to him, often, though he was extremely harsh about mistakes made and not very appreciative of Aphetoros’s successes. He studied under the archmage for a few hundred years before his training was finally complete, and he was a mage in his own right. From there he continued to live uneventfully, studying magic, messing around and doing what he pleased--within the law of course.

His foster-mother, although she never told him of how he was adopted, arranged his marriage with another family's daughter. He was disgusted that she had fallen into the new craze of "marrying to maximize magical ability of offspring." Nevertheless, he went through with the marriage, although it meant nothing to him emotionally, and even now he doesn't recall her name. He continued to have affairs on the side, with only two different women; he didn't go around having flings with every woman he saw, only those who he grew close and attached to, though it never worked out between them--this was until the second Highborne girl, only a few hundred years younger than him. They continued to meet and mate secretly throughout the years, even up until Azshara shattered the world by calling Sargeras, though his wife always knew of his mistress, she didn't seem to care (she probably did the same with men of her own choosing).

His mistress's name was Ias'hia Blackleaf, and with her, his first mistress, and his wife, he had many children, though he doesn't know what happened to most of them after Azshara's shenanigans. He, along with most of the Highborne, believed fervently in the cause of their Light of Lights Azshara. That is, until their city collapsed, falling into the well. He was two-thousand twentyish at the time, and had fought alongside Azshara (though not in direct contact with her, he fought on her side), trying to protect her long enough from the resistance to allow Sargeras to come forth. He suffered a grievous wound at the hands of a night elf warrior, and would've died if not for Ias'hia, who came to his aid, protecting him with her own magic and pulling him to safety where she healed him of his near fatality with a combination of medicine, alchemical potions, salves, and bandages. He thanked her, promising that he would return, but he knew his task was not complete. He fled to the palace, hoping to get there in time to stop the resistance. He made it there, but just as the portal was ripped asunder, throwing the world into its first cataclysm. The black waters of the Well began to pour into the palace, and he and a few others panicked underneath Azshara's magical shield and began a ritual right away. Using magical runes, they called forth a portal to the magical city Eldre'thalas, trying to usher as many of their brothers and sisters through it as they could while holding it open. Soon a tremor shook the citadel, startling the mages, their portal became shaky and, about to collapse on itself, they stumbled through. The magi that had called that portal had gone through, leaving the rest of their Highborne behind, though they soon realized they were not where they wanted to be. Their trajectory had altered somehow--not one of them could explain what had happened, though they knew it had to do with the portal becoming unstable. The mountainous climate seemed safe enough, at least where they were, and so they rested there a very long time, all of them were exhausted and weakened from both fighting, though Aphetoros was the worst of the group; he was entirely drained and lying on the cold hard ground, partly from the effort of transporting himself after the near-death experience, and partly to let what had just happened soak in. He couldn’t believe what Azshara had tried. He saw through that portal, the burning forge of hatred and the legion of demons and horrible magic. This… this could never come to be.

The next day when he awoke, they set out to find the city, but soon realized in Aphetoros's current state he would soon die from the travel. They looked about their current area, looking for shelter from the elements and nature. Soon enough he found a small jagged uprising in the cliffs, and a caved nearby. He walked slowly up the slope, using the sides of the mountain and the other Highborne with him for support as he breathed deeply, collapsing to his knees once he got inside. They rested there for many days, long enough that he lost track of time. Soon after those longs weeks of recovery, he set out again, confident that he would be able to defend himself. Their shaky portal dropped them off in a mountainous region today known as Stonetalon. He thanked Elune that one of the Highborne had a map, even though it was loosely drawn and really only had a few named locations, most just with small descriptions of appearance. The map-holder found where they were, and then stared at the map for a while to figure out which direction they needed to go. (He didn't have his exact location on the map, only which region he was in.) He figured that since Eldre'thalas was in an area south of him, he needed to head south. He watched for the sun to show him the direction to go, and after he was sure, they set off. It would take them many weeks, possibly even a year or more, to reach Feralas and find Eldre'thalas, but eventually they would make it-- weary from the travel, they'd rest for a long time before finally heading inside to meet their brethren.

Once there, he helped construct the pylons, and also aided in the ritual, to summon and bind the great demon-hound, Immol'thar, and there he lived for thousands of years, studying and honing his magical skills with the energy of the demon sustaining them. He worked to ensure that his fellow Highborne wouldn't go out of control and cause the destruction that had been caused in the past with their power, oftentimes staging the deaths of those he felt had become dangerously corrupted by magic. Soon though, the energy gain turned to loss as the cost to bind Immol'thar became greater than the rate it was produced...and so the Prince, currently Tortheldrin, came up with what Aphetoros thought as a brilliant idea: they would slaughter the excess population to fuel the pylons. Aphetoros joined the loyalists and commenced with the murders, knowing that it was for the greater good. After that event, and the mourning of those necessary deaths, he returned to his studying, eventually becoming skillful in many of the schools. While proficient in most of these magical schools, he prefers some over the others.

When the Shattering shook the world, he and many of the other Highborne believed it was time for their return. It was a day they had known would come and the Cataclysm seemed like the perfect time for resurfacing, as they believed world needed their knowledge and experience now more than ever. He left before his people decided to send an ambassador to the night elves, and as such does not know of his people's welcome.

Skills and Abilities

Aphetoros is a Highborne Mage of the Shren'dralar, and has been practicing his magic for quite some time. He is very skilled with the arcane, having ignored petty deviations such as flame and frost to merely give the pure unmanipulated arcane his attention. Aphetoros, having studied in the Shren'dralar libraries is skilled with most schools of magic, though he is most skilled in conjurative and transmutative spells. Of course, for some time after he and the other Highborne went into hiding he did keep himself busy by reading into evocation and abjuration, spells to defend himself should the need ever arise, for a good century.

Well-Read: Having spent so much time in the Shren’dralar libraries, he is extremely well-read and has knowledge of many obscure things. He is an adept with every school of arcane magic sans necromancy (abjuration, conjuration, divination, enchantment, illusion, and transmutation) and is a master of abjuration, transmutation, enchantment, and to a lesser extent, conjuration.

Water Caster: He has learned to conjure bolts of water, waves, and like spells.

Arcane Caster: He has learned to conjure arcane lightning, blasts of arcane force, and like spells.