Bilial

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Player: Rigley

Character Full Name: Ian Bilial Lockheed

Character In-Game Name: Bilial

Nickname(s): n/a

Association(s): The Church of the Holy Light

Race: Human

Class: Warlock

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown, often unkempt beyond general cleaning. Usually reaches down to his neck, as he doesn't cut it commonly.

Eyes: Hazel, with some light bags under the eyes.

Weight: 170 lbs

Height: 6'1"

Appearance

Appears to be somewhat gaunt or possibly even malnourished; displays signs of fatigue or illness almost constantly (hacking coughs, headaches, etc.). His hands and arms have burn wounds in various spots and are often bandaged, and a unintelligible burn is seared into the palm of his right hand.

Usually wears very simplistic brown clothing, often draped in a cloak with hood. Typically in a robe.

Other: Has many scars running up his arms and a few on the back of his legs; has a jagged symbol of the Light carved into his chest, as well as various marks of whips and gashes running down his back. Is also an ascetic, consuming only water and enough food to sustain himself-- thus explaining his poor shape.


Personality

Bilial is a fairly cool-tempered man, typically one who prefers solitude and meditation over being amongst a crowd. For a warlock he is extremely passive and hesitant to fight, preferring diplomatic means. Despite his knowledge in the dark arts he has an expansive knowledge of The Holy Light and the church, so much so that he can perform rites and rituals by heart.

In general he is soft-spoken and inclined to be reclusive, though will gladly speak to any that address him. Despite his withdrawn attitude he is very inquisitive, and is fascinated with learning motives and the minds of others he meets. He just doesn't forwardly ask-- instead observing and figuring his own explanations.

History

Ian Lockeed was born in Andorhal, and raised within an abbey some distance from the city. He was either orphaned or abandoned at birth-- such was never fully elaborated to him, though he never truly did wish to know. From a young age he found himself immersed in texts of the faith, put to use amongst the abbey in copying pages from books or even scribing books from the previous rendition of the last. In time, he actually became quite fond of books; he found those of creative purpose interesting, if not somewhat perplexing given his limited knowledge of the world. Regardless most considered him as being a rather scholarly man, if not a bit dull due to his lack of interest in social interaction.

When it came time to decide upon his path in life Ian initially was pressed to pursue the ways of the priest. It was reasoned that it was a craft that would come naturally to him-- but oddly enough as time went on he found himself more and more suited to the arcane. Though surprised, the leader of his small abbey did give his consent that he move to Dalaran for further training-- with caution of course, lest he fall under the sway of the power which magic entices.

Ian moved to Dalaran, and was able to practice there and learn from the academies for some time-- however, he never truly had a chance to graduate from the magical schools, being cut off some month and a half from the close of the term when disaster struck. It was at this time that the scourge began to rise, sweeping across the northern kingdoms along with their plague of undeath. Seeing the destruction wrought upon his northern homeland Ian ventured back into Lordaeron, seeking to perhaps aid his former church in evacuating the kingdom. However, in reality he found himself arriving just in time to be swept up in the rest of the scourge's onslaught. The traitor prince had returned, and with him he brought a terrible legion of the undead alongside him. Ian struggled daily just to avoid death at the hands of the few scourge he did encounter in his journeys-- there were many times where it seemed he would be doomed to fall amongst the other fleeing villagers, mage or not.

Eventually, he became desperate. He began to delve into the powers of the warlock—picking up anything he could find from the remains of libraries, broken down caravans and the occasional body of another practitioner. It was a morbid task to search through the remains of the failing Lordaeron, but to him it soon became just like his scouring for food. Despite his adverse conditions he learned well out of his urge for survival, spending restless nights deciphering blurred pages or piecing together scraps of parchment within the tomes. At the time he paid absolutely no mind to the ethics of the craft, of course; it was a means of survival, and survival had become paramount as he found himself stranded in an increasingly hostile world.

Eventually though after about a month or so of travel he did reach his the survivors of his abbey-- though the building had been lost long ago they were still on the retreat from Lordaeron, escorting other townsfolk that they had taken under their wing. Though the high priest seemed to have fallen in the onset of the scourge an elder of the abbey had taken over the flock of priests still surviving. They now called themselves the Brotherhood of Lordaeron, and seemed to be taking in all who they found in an effort to survive in strength in numbers on their way south. Hoping to find kinship with the retreating clergy Ian approached them, and offered his aid in their excursion. For a brief while he traveled alongside them peacefully.

Unfortunately, they were eventually attacked. And while they successfully fended off the attacking scourge, it was not a moment after their tiring victory that Ian found himself knocked unconscious by one of the other members of the clergy.

He quickly came to realize that this was not the church he had left those many years ago. The Brotherhood of Lordaeron were not the kindly priesthood he remembered from his youth-- they were bitter and fanatical, driven to madness by the fall of their kingdom. They believed it was the Light which had guided them to safety-- them alone because of their true belief, and that his presence had brought the latest attack after seeing his use of the fel in combat.

When he awoke he found himself bound and gagged beneath the inn of Southshore-- the brotherhood having explained that he was a criminal-- not a claim that was difficult to argue, being it was the word of many known priests against a warlock, which they eagerly proved with the tomes he carried alongside him. They told guards that he was in their company for reform, and were thus unimpeded in their journeys as they continued onwards. To an extent they were not lying-- they had the intent to 'reform' him, though into what he did not know. In time he became very receptive to their teachings though, his former idle faith turned into a devout pledge as he was swayed into part of their fanatic ideology. What was formerly an independent and scholarly mage had been reduced to a subservient, meek and cowardly prisoner under the brotherhood's control by the time they reached the rebuilt Stormwind-- by this time he had been fully absorbed by the guilt they placed upon him for his use of fel, and thus he followed them willingly in order to seek redemption.

It was several years in the brotherhood's abusive hold before Bilial emerged, freed to travel on spiritual journeys on his own volition. What protesting voices that had remained had been beaten out, metaphorically and literally. He went forth from the brotherhood's chapel with only a single text of the Light and a stave, clad in plain robes which hid his scarred body beneath, as well as a pair of cuffs which were meant to 'inhibit' his use of fel should such be needed. He introduced himself only as Bilial to those he met upon his travels, as his former name was meant to be abandoned alongside the other misdeeds he had committed prior to his joining of the brotherhood.

Though he was confused by his new freedom he did travel far and wide, visiting different regions which he felt had a spiritual value to them-- or ones he just found interest in, at times. He returned to the brotherhood only to confess his sins upon the road (the use of fel when attacked, for instance) and receive a measure of penance in return for the wrongdoing. He continued on like this for years, and has only stopped recently upon his arrival in the newly reclaimed Hearthglen. Since his arrival in the city he began to be somewhat troubled by the other users of the Light-- how they acted in comparison to his brotherhood was such a stark contrast. He has since taken refuge in Hearthglen, seeking to better understand the Argents and find solace in their hospitality.

Skills and Abilities

Bilial mostly uses standard warlock skills, though he has sworn away demonology. He is knowledgeable in many fields concerning both the Holy Light and the casting of demonic magic, and can usually easily discern the work of demons when it is present.

Shackles of Penance: A pair of manacles are clamped down onto both wrists of Bilial, intricately runed with holy symbols. They produce a painful effect when magic related to the dark arts is cast, meant to deter such actions.