Darunel
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Player: Kaghuros
Character Full Name: Magister Darunel Eldain
Character In-Game Name: Darunel
Nickname(s): Dar
Association(s): House Eldain (Defunct), Silvermoon, Magisters.
Race: Blood Elf
Class: Mage
Age: 130
Sex: Male
Hair: Light brown, cut in the long flowing style of noblemen.
Eyes: Bright Fel-green.
Weight: He's quite lanky for his height, looking somewhat bookish, like he doesn't often perform physical tasks.
Height: 6' 3†He's a bit taller than average, and lanky to match. He doesn't exactly cut an imposing figure, though that would be misleading.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Appearance
Long flowing robes are a favorite piece of Darunel's wardrobe. He wears many court-robes to special occasions, as well as casual robes when he goes about the city. His clothing is meant to emulate the style of people of notable Elven houses.
Personality
Rash and arrogant are two things that describe him almost perfectly. He's blatant with his magic, often going out of his way to display his prowess at the magical arts. His addiction is crippling in its intensity due to long overuse of magic, but he keeps his personal life personal. It wouldn't do for an Elf who aspires to great things to show his weaknesses to those who would prey on them.
Darunel has little compassion for those he sees as un-Elven or generally unfit. Other races he barely tolerates, or if he does seem friendly towards them it's a poor veneer to gain something he desires. The Alliance is a target of his hatred and loathing. He blames them for his addiction, for his race's predicament, well, for everything.
Other: The house of Eldain made its modest fortune through the Enchanting and Scribe's arts, two things Darunel was taught as a young man. He isn't awfully interested in either discipline, but has some prior knowledge of how such magics are crafted and used.
History
The house of Eldain is where we begin this tale, not entirely too long ago. It was never a powerful house, rising and falling among the clamoring Lesser Houses in the long dance of power in Silvermoon. Darunel's father, Raul Eldain, brought the house as close as it has ever come to Great House status. He groomed his son to be the noble generation, to push the house farther than he had the means to go.
With this training, this feeling of entitlement to a court position, Darunel sought to better himself in the methods he had the most skill in. He went to Dalaran, but the petty Human wizards were of no interest to him. They used magic with deliberation and plodding reason, he liked to rush into his spells, to use magic as he believed it ought to be: Power, raw and limited only by the user's inhibitions.
By the time the Third War rolled around, Darunel had already finished his time in Dalaran, knowing more than what the Mage-instructors would teach him about the Pyromancer's arts. He was studying politics in Silvermoon when the invasion occurred; his lowest point was shortly after.
Having burned his way out of the Undead mobs, Darunel was hit by the withdrawal full-force. It was like all of the magic he had ever used was demanding payment from him in one moment. What seemed eons of agony was a mere hour, time in which he felt pain unimaginable. The Farstriders who rescued him were shocked that he didn't become a Wretched, but he wasn't. No, he could never be one of those… Creatures… He was destined to be a nobleman, not a corpse!
Life went on, the rebuilding continued apace, and Darunel volunteered his magic in the service of his city and his people. He's been active in the Lower Court of Silvermoon, vying for a greater political position in the wake of Silvermoon's collapse.