Elivande

Player: Mimloopen

Character Full Name: Elivande Marcus Dennar

Character In-Game Name: Elivande

Nickname(s): El, Vande, Eli

Association(s): Forsaken, Lordaeron

Race: Forsaken

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Possesses decent knowledge of human anatomy and is proficient with a majority of standard soldier weaponry, including swords, maces and axes.

Age: 39 at death, 48 now.

Sex: Male

Hair: Reddish-brown

Eyes: Forsaken glow

Weight: 91 kilograms

Height: 1.93 metres

Usual Garments/Armor: He is usually found wearing his leather executioners mask, worn and scratched through the ages. A long-shafted axe is almost always slung across his back and his armour is thick black leather.

Personality: There is not much to say about Elivande's personality. Although not overly cruel in life, his death has understandably dampened his spirits somewhat and he now relishes dishing out the same fate that befell him. He is quick to respect and follow the chain of command and is always eager to rise along it. One small quirk that Elivande possesses is his fondness for small talk and he is quick to engage other forsaken in trivial conversation, even at seemingly inappropriate times. He is also prone to cackling loudly in situations that might have demanded a polite laugh at most. His own jokes are often unsavoury or downright disgusting.

Although he was not a die-hard fanatic of Lordaeron, Elivande approved of its laws and customs and is very much a Lordaeron supporter. In terms of relationships with other races... well, he doesn't really have them. If he did, they would be awkward at best.

History: Elivande was born to a typical family, youngest of three brothers. His mother was a seamstress and his father an aspiring cartographer. He spent his childhood days making friends, squabbling amongst his brothers and studying his fathers trade without much enthusiasm. Shortly after his tenth birthday he began to be instructed in the art of the sword, first unofficially and in secret by his brothers and then by a proper trainer once his father decided he was old enough.

Life would have continued at a comfortable and lazy pace were it not for the First War. The Orcs clashed with humanity and his two brothers went off to fight. Elivande was old enough to fight at the time but his father kept him from joining his brothers as he was deemed too inexperienced. Elivande reluctantly agreed. After long years of uncertainty and hardship the war was over and both brothers returned alive, though one had severed his leg and would never fight again.

This brother decided to continue his service to Lordearon as an executioner. Elivande would often sneak off to meet his brother before the execution of a criminal or deserter, feeling the weight of the heavy axe in his own hands and imagining how it must feel to deliver justice with it. He grew more and more interested in the executions, of watching lifeless heads roll and crowds cheer at the death of a man.

When the second war struck Elivande did not hesitate to take up arms with his brother and join the Alliance. He fought viciously against the orcs and although he was severely injured in his first major confrontation he found the blood and gore of battle to his liking, far more then he did the plotting of maps. He was not a prodigal soldier by any means, but he knew how to stay alive. During the war he was promoted to corporal following a particularly harrowing campaign to claim a series of watch towers, and although he aspired for greater heights the war was finished before he could prove himself further. He returned home with the brother that had fought by his side.

To his dismay, he found that his other brother had died during the war, having caught a disease that went undiagnosed for a long length of time. Although he was sad at the loss, he also quickly volunteered to take on the brothers role of executioner. With the betrayal of Alterac during the Second War there were plenty of heads to be lined up, after all.

From the first swing of the axe Elivande knew he had found his calling. Some might call it gruesome to enjoy the hapless butchering of a man, but Elivande knew that the bloody axe he carried in his hands was a tool of justice to carry out the will of Lordaeron. It seemed far more satisfying to put down those that had committed crimes worthy of death then to fight strange, barbaric creatures that he could scarcely understand. He fashioned himself a crude mask of leather to go with the executioners outfit, repairing and improving it over the long years.

By the time the Scourge attacked Lordearon Elivande's mother and father were old and wrinkled- his mother was in the early stages of a life threatening disease- and Elivande himself was well past his prime, almost at the age of fourty. Although he had been kept in shape by his profession and consistant sparring with his aged brother and comrades, he no longer possessed the speed and reflexes of the youthful. Elivande never lived to see the undead enter the city, as he and his brother fought outside the walls in a frenzy, fighting with several of their brethren from the Second War, shades of their former selves but formidable nonetheless. It was only when he saw the endling blow coming did Elivande feel a flash of fear, and then it was gone.

He would have been more then happy to die then, amidst the bodies of his brothers in arms, but fate had other plans. He was raised during the battle and continued to fight against his former allies, deprived of his own free will. The time between his resurrection and the desertion of Sylvanas seemed to last an eternity, and when he had regained some semblence of free will he found it difficult to dwell on anything he may have done.

While he would have been happy to die, Elivande lived on. He continued in the hopes of finding his family and friends risen and free as he was, and in the hopes of raising his weapons once more. Elivande fought for the Dark Lady with zeal, over the years his thoughts turned to linger upon his fate with hatred, and he dedicated himself to helping bring down the Lich King, bastard traitor of Lordaeron.

Surprisingly enough the Lich King did fall, eventually. The hatred that gripped his heart did not leave however, and Elivande found himself empty and devoid of purpose other then the Dark ladys own. By this time he had long abandoned his search for his family. Now Elivande wanders the ruins of his once beloved city, answering the call of the Dark Lady but searching for something more.