Finthori
Player: Beltharean
Character Full Name: Fin’thori Dawnspear
Character In-Game Name: Finthori
Nickname(s): Fin
Association(s): Silvermoon City / The Scryers / The Shattered Sun Offensive / The Sons of Lothar / The Argent Tournament
Race: Blood Elf
Class: Demon Hunter
Age: 43
Sex: Male
Hair: Fin’thori’s hair is dark red, and stretches down to the arch of his back.
Eyes: His eyes have the characteristic fel green, but the green flames in his eyes are obviously not as bright as many of his race.
Weight: 138 lbs
Height: 6’1
Appearance
As it stands, Fin'thori wears the traditional garb of a Demon Hunter. His current kilt was given to him by his master, which belonged to him prior to his own final initiation into the world of the Demon Hunter. Varanis is a fair amount taller than Fin'thori however, and as such the adept has opted to saw several inches off of the bottom of his kilt. The edges are incredibly frayed.
Other: Five grizzly claw marks run from the center of his collar bone down to his bottom left rib.
Fin’thori’s pet Lynx Adonis has been with him since he was just a cub, received as a gift of sorts from a fellow ranger when Fin’thori returned from Outland with the Blood Elves. It has since grown into a massive specimen, even if it’s personality may still be on the playful side. That is, if using Demon’s skulls as chew toys can be considered playful. His presence is slowly waning however, as Fin'thori's delving into the dark arts breaks his bond with the beast more and more each passing day. Eventually, Fin'thori will have to let Adonis back into the forest, much to both of their dismay.
Personality
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Fin’thori has a high regard for people with a high moral standing. If one is to cut down an innocent bystander then they are no better than the demons or scourge that have caused them all so much pain. He has no problem with teaching a violent person that there are repercussions to their actions. This will seldom accelerate to the drawing of blades, often staying at simply the brawling level, but that’s not to say that Fin’thori has never had to use lethal force in these situations. He tries to avoid telling lies as often as possible, but is not opposed to lying if the occasion calls for it.
This often causes him to conflict with other members of the horde, namely the sly trolls, immoral Forsaken, and his own kin the Blood Elves. He views orcs as a noble yet confused race. Their code of honor is a complicated one, yet works for their society. However, they have not gone past what he views as a barbaric society. Often enough Fin’thorei will attempt to ‘train’ an orc into becoming a well rounded sophisticated member of the Horde. This holds true for Tauren, and the occasional troll (if they can prove themselves to be a trustworthy ally).
Although the Forsaken are led by the ex-Ranger General, Fin’thorei wouldn’t trust them with a single thing in his life. He sees past the common racial leaders with himself and the Forsaken, and into the world that they live in; A world filled with plague, torture, disease, and diabolical plots.
As for the Alliance races, Fin’thori does not have as much exposure. Having grown up in the forests of Quel’thalas, Fin’thori never saw a single gnome, and still hasn’t to this day. He does however respect the inventions that he sees created by them, and if half the rumors he has heard about them are true, he wishes to see one someday; Hopefully a Steamwarrior in action. As for Dwarves, his only knowledge of them comes from the Wildhammer dwarves from the Hinterlands. He has mostly had good relations with these dwarves, and would count on them to be trusted with your life if one was to befriend him. Humans are the traitorous bastards that left the Sin’dorei race to die in the Third War.
Some can obtain retribution in Fin’thori’s eyes, but it seldom occurs. He feels as if he is indebted to the Draenei at times, for his people causing the crash of their ship. Fin’thori also feels a relation to these blue skinned aliens, as he too has felt the hardships of the legion. Night Elves are simply misguided distant cousins to him.
History
Fin’thori was born in the forests of Quel’thalas, to a small family. His grandparents were long gone, leaving only his mother father, and two brothers. The first was only twenty years older than Fin’thori, the other forty-two years older. He looked up to his two brothers, and the two returned the adoration by taking him on their hunts through the forest, and showing him what it meant to be a family.
He kept growing closer to his family through the decades, seldom seeing anyone else in their isolated forest home. Eventually however, his brothers were approached by the military of Silvermoon. They were requested to aid in the first war, far to the south. Fin’thori was outraged that the city said he was too young to march forward with his brothers. He was their equal in his fighting capabilities, if not ever more capable. He was left behind however, as his brothers marched south.
In the aftermath of the first war, a single letter was sent home to Fin’thori’s parents, telling them that their two sons had been slain in one of the final pushes by the Horde. They had fought bravely, the only two in their unit of five who would not leave the field when the skirmish seemed to be a lost cause. It was by their doing that the battle had been won, by sending volley after volley at the incoming demonic forces. Fin’thori was outraged; At himself for not going, at his parents for demanding he not, and the military for not inviting him. He felt, and still feels to this day if he had gone south with the two they may not have met their fate at the battle.
Only a year later, the Horde came back in full force, driving it’s way further north into the Hinterlands. This is just a distraction however, and the demonic forces charge through the mountain peaks unhindered. They charge through Southern Quel’Thalas, Fin’thori’s home in the way of their forces. A group of Horde scouts stumbled on the home, and it’s remaining inhabitants. The nearly grown Fin’thori, and his two aging parents.
Fin’thori’s father tried to hold them off at the door, but his now-frail form did little. The demons cut him down in front of Fin’thori and his mother, before bursting further into the house. One of the beasts dragged it’s massive claws down Fin’thori’s chest, leaving four gaping wounds. The demon, believing him dead charged forward. It impaled his mother, Fin’thori watching as his vision blurred.
As the demons left the house, a small imp that accompanied them started a small fire in the doorway. Fin’thori somehow managed to gain the strength to crawl from the living room out the back door before his whole home was consumed in fire. Calling to the family Hawkstrider, Fin’thori used all his strength to climb up onto the beast, his large wounds causing blood to poor all over it’s feathered back. He did his best to direct it in the direction of the Farstrider outpost not far off, but in no time at all, he passed out from blood loss.
His hawkstrider did however, manage to run forward on the road, but passed the outpost. One of the Farstriders however, found the beast and it’s master. He took the man and his mount back to the outpost where he was slowly nursed back to health... When he finally awoke, four grizzly fresh scars covered his chest. They started between the two portions of his collar bone jutting out, down to hid lowest left rib. After some more days of resting, he lied about his age to the Farstriders (He was only a few months from adulthood at this point) and they took him in.
He climbed the ranks of the organization quickly, and was shipped off with the Alliance Expedition to Draenor. He moved out to the Dark Portal, and pushed forward into the unknown terrain. For what seemed like ages he battled the Horde in the Hellfire Peninsula, and pushed them further back. Ner’zhul, in a futile attempt, tried to send the orcs off to other worlds. This tore the world apart, and hoping to save Azeroth, the Sons of Lothar closed the Dark Portal. As the world crumbled, the forces charged into another portal to a strange world. Hoping that Draenor was stable once more, the Sons of Lothar went back to what was now Outland and headed back to Honor Hold. Fin’thori traveled off to the recently created Allerian Stronghold where the other High Elves lived. After some time though, he grew bored of his existence there, and ran off into the wilds of Outland. While there, he hunted what demons he could in the name of his fallen family.
While the Third War raged on, Fin’thori survived on the rugged planet (if you can call Outland such a thing). The massive power of the Sunwell reached out through the twisting nether much in the same way that the Well of Eternity first caught the eye of Sargeras. It was with this energy (albeit weakend) that Fin’thori had been using to keep his arcane dependence in check. Even though he was countless miles away from Azeroth, he felt the destruction of the Sunwell.
Becoming weaker and weaker every day, Fin’thori traveled through Outland, but instead of being the hunter, in his weakened state everything seemed to be after him instead of the opposite. For months he trudged onward, until finally he saw a sight he thought he would never see again in his life. His people pushed through the depths out Outland, with the aid of the Demon Hunter Illidan.
They took Fin’thori in when he approached them, and told him how they were dealing with their addictions. Using the very demons that he hated as tools... Batteries if you will, seemed like a fantastic idea. He could kill two birds with one stone in this simple albeit practical manner. And so, Fin’thori plunged himself head first into the forces of the Sin’dorei, forever leaving his Quel’dorei heritage behind.
He followed them through Outland, and fearlessly into Icecrown. He had heard what the new undead forces of the Legion had done to his people, and was ready to feel the Ichor of Undeath on his blade. The Blood Elves forced their way into Northrend, where they attempted to stop Arthas. Illidan was beaten by the young human however, and the elves were pushed back.
Instead of moving back to Outland with Illidan, Fin’thori went back to his home city of Silvermoon, and reclaimed it in the name of the Sin’dorei. This would only be a minor setback though, as all the Blood Elves would once more be ushered to Outland for the Golden Age promised by their Prince. This Golden Age seemed to be coming as well, with the capture of M’uru, and the ability for the Blood Elves to use the light without following the moral codes human had to. This gave them more power, faster, making it easier to fight against the Undead.
However, the Blood Elves have lost their connection with Kael for the time being, Rommath having taken charge. They searched for any aid they could to get to Outland, and found the forces of The Horde. Fin’thori was not quite happy at first with the Alliance, the orcs had aided the legion at one point, and the trolls the Old Horde. Granted, the Darkspear were not Forest Trolls, but they may as well have been...
The bonds grew closer between the races, and for the time being, it seemed that the Blood Elves would be content with their place in the world. The Forsaken were aiding them with their Scourge problems, and The Horde would aid them if the damned Alliance were to try an assault. Then... The dreams of a race were torn asunder. It was found that Kael, from his Citadel in Outland, had betrayed Illidan and joined forces with the Burning Legion. Outraged at the man who was supposed to be his savior, Fin’thori raced off to the Dark Portal. He aided the other races in the assault on the Tempest Keep, where their former Prince fell.
Or so they thought.
When all of Shattrath was rejoicing when the forces who fought at Kael’s citadel returned victorious, a voice broke through the festivities. The voice of Kael. Fin’thori halted what he was doing (which was having a drink at the World’s End), and turned to see what all the commotion was about. He had not heard the voice, but when he was told what was said, and who said it... He gathered his weapons, and set out for the training grounds of the city to see what forces would be mustered.
To Fin’thori’s horror, he found that Kael had found the necessary amount of energy from the manaforges to recreate the Sunwell... But for a more sinister purpose. He hoped to summon Kil’jaeden to the planet of Azeroth... On his way there, he captured the Naaru M’uru, even further shattering Fin’thori’s hopes of a more perfect world where the Prince ruled. He went from their savior, to the solitary sole who was tearing their world apart. Slaughtering their people, and stealing one of their most precious prizes...
Fin joined the Shattered Sun Offensive, and tried as best he could to fight the demonic forces of Kael. Every day he pushed at the gates of the Sunwell Plateau, until finally the Prince was finished, once and for all. A group of the hardiest fighters on the planet taking part in the final push (Of course, Fin’thori was not in this group) killed the Prince, and left Fin freed from active duty with the Shattered Sun.
In the time that followed, Fin settled down in Eversong Woods. He built himself a small but sturdy cabin, his bow over his mantle in remembrance of the wars, and the stuffed head of an imp over his entry way to remind him of the day his mother and father were killed. This peace, this lull in Fin’s life, was a good time for him. The first time in nearly thirty years where he was not troubled by thoughts of imminent death.
Then, The Horde called for their forces once again to battle Arthas. In some ways, Fin blamed the human heir to the human throne for the fall of Prince Kael’thas. If it was not for him, Illidan would not have gone mad, and Kael wouldn’t have betrayed the Blood Elves. So, Fin grabbed the bow from his mantle, and the sword from next to his bed, and headed out into the frozen Northlands.
He trained in the Argent Tournament, learning how to wield the lance, and perfecting his swordsmanship. As the final push on Icecrown Citadel commenced, Fin’thori aided the two factions on their assault. He was injured however, at the gate of the Citadel, and drug back to the Argent Grounds where he was in a catatonic state for several days. By the time he woke, the siege on Icecrown was over. Content to have even been able to help in the war against the dread Lich King, Fin’thori took back to the Southlands, namely his cottage in Quel’thalas where he rested with his pet and ally Adonis, the Lynx.
This couldn’t sate the young Ranger’s lust for striking down the wicked wherever they may be however, the Elf setting out on a quest to rid not only his own lands of undead, but the rest of both worlds of warlocks and demons once more. He began his own crusade against the vile creatures, his attacks taking him from Duskwood to Azshara, The Netherstorm to The Barrens, and everywhere in between. It was on these missions that he realized, despite his capabilities to kill lesser demons, he needed to further his skills in the art.
Recalling his meeting with the Demon Hunter Varanis Sunblaze in Outland, along with their close encounter with death in Shadowmoon Valley. How the man had saved his life not so long ago, and how he may have still remembered Fin’thori and their encounter. Taking this as his sole lead in the direction of a Demon Hunter, Fin’thori managed to track him down while in Quel’thalas. So far he has been a good if not austere student, but only time will tell where his development will take him in training to fight the pawns of the Burning Legion...
Enlightenment: As part of the ceremony to become a Demon Hunter, the initiate burns out their eyes with a magic blade to entrap a demonic essence within their body. Most demon hunters then bind their mutilated eyes with strips of cloth.
In return for this sacrifice, the demon hunter gains the ability to see the world without vision –– creatures are visible as dimly glowing forms against a gray and murky background. Demonic energy blazes like burning pitch in the night; the demon hunter sees and recognizes it easily. It's range is only 60 feet, causing the use of ranged weapons to be impractical. Unlike normal vision however, it is effectively a 360 degree magical view; As such however, when in an area of magic suppression, the hunter is blind.
Demon Bane: The demon hunter controls their demonic energy to blast its own kind when they leave themselves open to attack.
Mana Burn: The Demon Hunter uses the target's mana as a fuel source for fel, the demonic magic causing it to seethe and roil, causing damage to them. Applicable to spell casters only.
Demon Drain: The demon hunter can drain a demon's energy to fuel their own powers. This is, in essence, a buffed up version of the Blood Elf's mana tap ability.
Immolation: The demon hunter gains access to a simple warmage spell, causing fel flames to explode in a full circle around them. This will damage any near the hunter, and if damaged, the flames will reveal non-demonic beings while clinging to their victims.
Demonic Ascendence: While some Demon Hunters have been known to degenerate their bodies into a malformed, demonic husk, Fin'thori has been touched very little by corruption. He thanks his tattoos for this, which absorb most of the taint. His nails have become longer however, and his canines slightly longer.
Negative Effects:
Enlightenment: Despite being able to see Demons as bright as day, creatures untainted by Fel appear as an extremely dim glow to Fin'thori, amidst a mass of swirling gray. This does little to help him when fighting mortal creatures (warlocks aside); Other Demon Hunters may be able to get around this, but they've had hundreds if not thousands of years of practice. It will take years for Fin'thori to grow accustomed and comfortable with his 'Spectral' sight.
Markings of Dissonance: Dissonance markings allow the hunter to keep the disparate souls of multiple demons separated and call upon one demonic essence at a time during combat. Dissonance demon hunters use a word of power to switch between these aspects.However, because the markings never allow a full unity, the demon hunter is considerably weaker since he is not living up to his full capability. The tattoos are heavily drawn vertical lines across the hunter's body.
Demonic Aura: The demon hunter registers as a demon to characters using sense demons.
Taboo Traveller / Contempted Crusader: Cultures across the globe share the Night Elves' distrust of demon hunters, and the shadowy individuals are not welcome in cities throughout Alliance and Horde lands. Citizens and soldiers may allow a demon hunter to stay at an inn or take a brief rest at a tavern, but they watcher them warily and breathe sighs of relief when they leave. The demon hunter is viewed as a dangerous individual who consorts with dark powers, almost as bad as a warlock. Such ignorance embitters many demon hunters, and most are solitary souls. The hunter is seldom welcomed in any land, but particularly 'Traditional' Horde holdings are off limits. Fin'thori attempts to hide his identity as best he can, but often times the glaives on his back and the blindfold on his eyes are more than enough to give him away.
