Denarus

Information

Player: Kenshiro

Character Full Name: Denarus Snowbeam

Character In-Game Name: Denarus

Nickname(s): Darkfel

Association(s): Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, Azeroth

Race: Night Elf

Class: Demon Hunter (Rogue)

Age: 9,032

Sex: Male

Hair: His hair is dark blue, long and wild. He takes no care of it, so it is not very clean.

Eyes: None.

Weight: 272 lbs

Height: 7'3"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Denarus wears simply a, traditional demon hunter's kilt, attached to his hips with a tightly-bound chain. A small sack hangs from the chain with various trinkets and potions. He carries his twinblades crossed on his back, at all times.

Personality

Denarus acts in an aristocratic manner; he seems always serene and apathetic towards other people, even when he is actually deeply conflicted. He is also extremely calm, even in battle. He generally acts indifferent, bordering on arrogance, to most situations that he is faced with as shown from how he rarely views his opponent as being worth his time. Denarus is very perceptive and is fully aware of the limits of his abilities and usually anything he states in comparison to an opponent is justified.

Denarus strongly believes in law and order. He feels that if someone in his situation does not follow the rules as a good example, then no one will follow them. He believes that to maintain the order, all law-breakers must be punished, even if that goes against his own wishes.

Over time, the feeling of loneliness and being shunned as affected his sanity. He can be overly paranoid and even dangerous when it comes to other peoples, especially non-elven folk. His experiences with them have almost always resulted in bloodshed, which he tries to avoid with any non-demonic beings. Demon Hunters, do not affect him in any way, since he knows that they are also shunned by their peers and figures that they need to keep themselves sane, or they must hunt each other.

History

Denarus Snowdawn was born in Ashenvale, long after the War of Eternity and the Sundering. It was peaceful for the Kal'dorei as they spent their time mastering their abilities, whether it was a sword, bow or any profession of their choice. Magic, was outlawed except for the druidic art. Most of the men were asleep in the Barrow Dens, although Denarus had no idea why. Although the war took place just under a thousand years ago, he was taught about the demons who ravaged the land and destroyed much. This angered him, because he felt that no creature in the world should be able to go into another' so violently. He was taught about how the magic was the cause and in the small city he grew up in, Malfurion was considered to be a great hero and druid. He was taught basic mathematics, how to read and write and most importantly, how to protect oneself and others.

His father was an accomplished swordsman and his mother was a priestess of Elune. Together, they managed to pound in the knowledge and faith of Elune into a swordsman. He was not blessed by Elune, but he was certainly a talented swordsman and upon reaching adulthood, used it to his advantage to try and attract a mate. He was unsuccessful in his attempts and, he joined the Kal'dorei army and spent the next few thousand years within their ranks.

One day, upon patrolling by Ashenvale, he came across a cloaked elf. Upon being discovered the elf ran, however, Denarus was not going to let a suspicious character get away and so he gave chase. Following the man to the east, he ventured into parts of the forest he had never entered. Turning into a clearing, he stumbled upon a felguard. Unprepared, the demon knocked Denarus into a tree, causing him to black out.

Upon waking, he found himself in front of a fire in a cave. The cloaked elf, sat by the fire, seemingly eyeing it.

"So... You are awake?" Denarus glances around the dank cave before bringing his gaze to the cloaked man.

"Mmm... Who are you?" The elf brought a taloned finger to his face, scratching his chin. He shakes his hand and stands.

"It doesn't matter who I am now. What you saw was a demon, and I fight them. That is all that you need to know, boy." Denarus stood a frown appearing on his face.

"Boy? Who do you th-" However, before he could finish the sentence, the elf had gone. Sighing, he returned home but he could never forget that demon and the man. He decided, he would return to where he found the demon.

Returning to the area, he found that the demon and any trace of it, was gone. He continued into the woods, looking for any signs of struggle or anything. This time, he was ready when he was faced against a felhound. The fight ensued and before he knew it, he was standing atop the fallen body, a large cut down his shoulder. He was breathing heavily and barely able to hold his sword up. Clapping came from the side of the clearing and he glanced over to the source. The shirtless, tattooed, blind elf stood, warglaives hanging on his back.

"Well done, boy..." The elf's frown didn't seem to waver.

"Boy... You're a demon hunter!?" Denarus limped forward, glaring at the elf.

"Hmm... I'm surprised you know about us. However, it matters not. I have a proposition for a young one such as yourself." Denarus eyed the elf suspiciously.

"What do you mean?"

"You've proven your resolve. You've proven your tenacity in returning here. You've proven you ability to kill with the corpse that lies across from us. All thing I look for in, an apprentice." The elf smirked, arms crossed. Denarus stared at the elf and dropped his sword, falling to his knees.

"What? Why would I want to do such a thing?" The elf smirked.

"Protect your home. Protect your world, from the creature you just killed. No one is better at this, then us." Denarus took a deep breath, before standing. He thought deeply about this proposition. He weighed the cost of such a path. Power to save everyone from these demons, but to be shunned by his family and friends... He stood, with a little trouble and nodded slowly.

"I am Denarus Snowbeam... What are you called, master?" The elf shook his head.

"You have no name under my watch. For now, call me Feltalon..."

And so began Denarus' descent into demon hunter-ship. He was put through trials that most would agree to be in-humane, but under Feltalon, there were no rights or freedoms. There was unquestioned obedience and no mercy. Denarus fought against Feltalon, but what easily out-maneuvered and out-classed. It wasn't long, before Denarus was kept in a cave, while Feltalon tortured him using both fel-magics and his own claws. At one point, Feltalon left his apprentice in the woods, half-dead for several days.

Eventually, after being hardened by the torture and training, Feltalon gave the elf his journal. He was told to read and memorize everything inside it. Demons of all kinds, from the tiny imps to the massive Annihilan. Details about their strengths, weaknesses and even sketches of the demons themselves. Strangely enough, the writing was in a strange red ink, he later learned was blood. However, he managed to memorize much of the journal, before being given a test. He was told that if he made even one mistake, he would be tossed aside. The pressure really affected Denarus, but he managed a 100% on the difficult exam. Upon passing, his master told him of the Demon Hunter' code:

"Sacrifice. Responsibility. Devotion."

Atop Hyjal, he found a Wrathguard. Using his stealth to his advantage, he managed to weaken the demon. Dodging to the side, removed the head of the Wrathguard, letting the body drop to the ground. He withdrew the heart of the demon and lifted it above his head, squeezing the blood out of it. He drained it, before suddenly feeling fire. He grabbed at his chest, but the fire wouldn't dissipate. He felt a rage, burning inside and he quickly gathered up the rest of the blood and returned to his master.

Feltalon began to draw the signature tattoos into the elf' body. He growled, still fighting back the rage before he suddenly blacked out.

The Wrathguard pounded in his mind, coercing him to rage at all in his path. Denarus would not stand for it and quickly fought off the mental assault. He fought the demon, tooth and nail and eventually, he managed to push it back...

Upon waking, he first noticed his whole body was aching. Looking down, he saw his bare chest covered in a strange scarring pattern. He also noted that he didn't really care. Standing, his master told him that he needed special tattoos, in order to fully bind the demon. Understandably, he nodded. He tried to eat, but found that he was unable to, vomiting the moment the food was swallowed.

He was next sent to Hyjal to search for a demon. His master was not picky about which, but he was to kill it and cover a dagger in its blood. What he said next, scared Denarus. "Sacrifice!" Feltalon would exclaim, before sending his apprentice off. He managed to hunt and kill a felguard and covered his knife in the blood.

He sat, cross-legged in the same woods he killed his first demon since the first day, in deep meditation. A dagger covered in the blood of a freshly-slain felguard, on his lap. His master, absent. He opened his eyes and stared out into the woods. The last time he would ever see the green of the forests. He readied himself, and threw away any of his doubts. It was time. He lifted the dagger and...

STAB

He screamed in pain as he began to jab into his eyes, until nothing remained. He felt his eyelids close, but he continued to jab. He screamed as he pushed in and pulled out, yowling in pain. He removed the blade and threw it aside, before dropping to his side.

Feltalon stood atop hill, watching the young hunter from a distance. He waited five days, before Denarus next woke. He survived the fel sickness.

His vision was greyed and seemed like looking through glass. Clouded. His master was there. He could see the Fel behind him, in the form of his master. A bright jade flame glowed vibrantly as he looked the tattoos on his master up and down. The 360 degree field of vision, cracked at his mind, but the tattoos helped to keep him calm. To put his new vision to the test, he was given the signature demon slaying weapon; the glaive. He spent the next few months training with these weapons and slaying demons for his master. He grew exceptionally quicker and stronger before returning to his master three months later. He survived the wilderness and hunted many a demon. He learned to absorb the power from the demons in order to heal his injuries and strengthen himself.

His master told him of one final task. A demon hunter had gone rogue, but this one will be different. Feltalon told him of the transformation it had undergone and sent him to Hyjal, where the hunter was apparently active. Denarus spent many days searching for this rebel until he came upon a satyr. Noticing the glaives in the satyrs hands, he realized this must have been the hunter. He killed him, however and soon ripped out its heart. Squeezing the heart into his mouth, he drained it of its blood. Due to his special tattoos, however, he managed to easily subdue the corruption.

He finished his training by taking the Blood Oath. He vowed to hunt all demons and their masters. He also drained some blood from his wrist to complete the Oath. Devotion, he reminded his former student before allowing him to go.

He spent the next few hundred years, traveling across Kalimdor, hunting any demons he could find. Finding a Herald of the Dark Embrace, he soon became a hunter within their ranks. He continued to work himself until the Third War. He was well aware that he would be killed by his own and therefore, fought in the sidelines and shadows of the battle. Upon its ending and learning of his new mortal disposition, he hid in Felwood, hunting, but nothing extravagant.

He heard of Outland and the demons who walked on the barren soil and quickly made his way there, specifically, Shadowmoon Valley. He has only recently returned from Outland, ready to hunt the Third War remnants.

Skills and Abilities

Tattoo of Calm: The black lines tattooed on the elf's skin signify his resolve and determination. With these tattoos, he has successfully bound the full-power of the demon, at the cost of his personality.

Engulf Blade: For a temporary time, Denarus can channel the chaotic energies within himself to light his twinblades aflame, causing them to deal extra fire damage.

Immolate: For a temporary time, Denarus can channel the chaotic energies within himself to shell himself in flame, dealing fire damage to those close about him.

Cursed Vision: Through the initiation ritual, Denarus had successfully gouged his own eyes out with the ceremonial dagger. This ritual forsake his normal sight of the world, instead granting him the ability to clearly see out demonic energies as well as mortal arcane users.

Fel Fireball: By channeling the chaotic energies within himself, Denarus can launch a ball of felfire screaming towards their enemies.

Drain Demon Soul: All of these previous abilities are fueled from energies stolen from a demon. Without draining power from demons on occasion, using these abilities will become more and more difficult until it is near impossible.