Guldhar

Information

Player: Aphetoros

Character Full Name: Gul'dhar Shadowmoon

Character In-Game Name: Guldhar

Nickname(s): Gul'dhar Stormreaver

Association(s): Horde

Race: Orc

Class: Warlock

Skills and Abilities: Gul'dhar forsakes puny affliction spells and demonology in effort to pursue increasingly powerful destruction spells. That isn't to say he doesn't have contracts with demons, but to him they are merely slaves to send on menial tasks or drain fel from, in lieu of combative assistants. That isn't to say that if he's summoning one of his demons, usually his succubus, voidwalker, or imp, and he gets into a scuffle with it near him he won't call its aid. He would gladly take its assistance in battle and then whip it for being incompetent. His spells are drenched with fel energy, and the dark magic lingers about him more often than not.

Age: 88

Sex: Male

Hair: White and scraggly. A bit unkempt.

Eyes: Crimson

Weight: 310 lbs.

Height: 7'2"

Appearance

Other: After being a warlock for so long, he is corrupted highly by fel, but not as a felsworn is. His eyes have been turned red, and his skin a mere tinge redder than the average orc. He doesn't indulge in the blood of demons, however.

He wears simple robes, but one must not be fooled by their blandness. They are woven with self-empowering enchantments. He carries a staff to focus his magic, doubling it as a walking stick.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Gul'dhar desires power more than anything else. The ruthless orc is willing to manipulate anyone, friends, foes, and even family as he'd try to better his position in life in any way he can. He can only be trusted to do what is in his best interest, and he will offer wealth to people in exchange for information only to kill them and reclaim what he paid. He trusts none that are unlike him, ambitious and willing to do anything for power. Those kinds of people are the easiest to manipulate, which includes himself and is a downside to his personality. He fears those with strong morals, or those who serve divine or religious power, as they oft resist the lure of power and wealth. He is openly hostile to members of the Alliance unless they are important to something he needs. And his wants are his needs.

Gul'dhar was not always this way, as a child he was insecure and timid, always wanting nothing more than to hide in the background, too afraid to reach for his wants and needs. Ridiculed by the other children for being a failure made him easy prey for Gul'dan's promises. The lure of power and strength brought him to the offered path of warlockery, and from there his path to corruption was like a trip down a bottomless pit; a fall that could not be stopped. He also loathes felsworn.

History

Gul'dhar was born into the Shadowmoon Clan by a female huntress and a moderately powerful shaman. He spent most of his life devoted to his shamanistic studies, and when he was nine or so, his parents were slain by a Gronn while hunting. There was nothing that could have been done in the face of a beast with such immense power. After his parents died, he became sickly and malnourished, ridiculed by his brethren for being weak. He had few friends, their parents also killed by the same Gronn. They were much better at stealing food then Gul'dhar, and even though they shared some of their food with him, it wasn't enough and he fell ill, on the verge of death. And he would have died, too, had his uncle not found out about his poor condition, and the powerful shaman took him in, and under his wing, and thus bought him entry to the Stormreaver Clan.

Gul'dhar became extremely proficient as a shaman by the age of twelve under his uncle's tutelage, and it seemed that he was well on his way despite his rocky start. His largest hindrance was his lack of self-esteem, which greatly slowed his progress. It was then, though, Ner'zhul mobilized their race against the Draenei, and Gul'dhar was thrilled to help. He began to fight with his shamanistic magic, but then Gul'dan came along, bringing with him the teachings of Kil'jaedan; the wonders of Fel and Demonology. The orc swore it would bring them power that which they had never known, and Gul'dhar saw this promise as his only way to greatness.

He began to follow the teachings along with the rest of the Orc race's first warlocks. He excelled in using the magic, but the instant the young orc was touched by fel, he wanted more. He lusted for the power he felt when casting, the ease he could incinerate with the fel-green flame. The inklings of revenge spread with the corruption, and as he grew older and mastered more devilish spells, several of his childhood tormenters vanished, assumed victims of the war. After the Draenei were near eradicated, it was time for the Orcs's next task. The dark portal was opened, and they stormed Azeroth. Gul'dhar stood in the shadows as the only magic-user of his patrol. There seemed to be signs of nervousness around the harsh and cruel man, but it faded as they entered combat. His patrol fought hard against a small contingent of Alliance. Gul'dhar had done nothing for that fight; that is until an orc yelled for him to “Get off yer lazy ass!" He raised his hand, and from the sky above a rift seemed to tear open, and flaming boulders of emerald flame smashed down against the fighters, friend and foe alike. The Orcs had died, crushed beneath the onslaught, and the remaining Alliance soldiers were trapped beneath the dead orcs. (Remember, this was only a small skirmish, about ten people including Gul'dhar were involved.) Gul'dhar walked slowly to the squirming humans, killing the remainder of the helpless and crippled men with blasts of verdant energy. His squad leader had survived as well, and he called for Gul'dhar's help. The warlock walked over to the warrior and held out a hand. "Farewell." As their hands connected a torrent of fel and shadow snaked down the captain's body, tearing his soul from his body. Gul'dhar returned to the encampment, where he was promoted to leader of his own squad for his skill in combat, and to replace the former leader that he'd slain.

Gul'dan fell into a coma, and Orgrim Doomhammer took control of the Horde. With the Orcs slaughtering the warlocks, Gul'dhar knew he was not safe. He fled deep within the Swamp of Sorrows, hiding there until the killings stopped; the entire Shadow Council seemed to have been slain. He did not return, fearing for his life and not knowing the whereabouts of Gul'dan or his ilk. And thus he waited, a hermit in his small encampment, his demons his only company and his magic the only tool that he could survive with. He eventually set out to see what had become of his people, and he rejoined the Orcish Horde. Even then he tried to keep his warlockery secret, for he feared that if they knew, his death was certain. Eventually though, he fled with the Stormreaver clan to the Tomb of Sargeras, and to his great disappointment, was not chosen to enter the Tomb. The door opened, and screeching demons wailed from the darkness, Gul'dan's body simply torn to shreds like a paper doll. Doomhammer and his Orcs arrived, and it was then that the fighting began. Blades cleaved against flesh, and felflame burnt men to ash. Many atrocities occurred, and Gul'dhar barely escaped with his life. He will not speak of the atrocities he saw that day.

Like Drak'thul, he was left on the isle, presuming to be alone. They never did come across one another, though both were haunted by the ghosts of the fallen. Literally-- they had risen and been hunting them around the isles. These ghosts of their past were horrifying, and when Drak'thul called Medivh to remove the ghosts, he found the terrible visions gone. After those long years trapped there, he exhausted all his resources to flee the isle. All that was left for him was to grasp power.

Little did he know that in his absence, Doomhammer's retaliation slew the remainder of the clan. When he returned and found them butchered, he disguised himself and slipped into the Horde. He became an elder, not daring to reveal his skill in the dark arts. It had taken him a while to find them, however, as they had been crossing the sea. He went with them to Orgrimmar, still refusing to speak of his warlockery even after a place for them in the city was announced. He taught a few warlocks in secret, but none gave him the same feeling as when he had seen Gul'dan, or another Stormreaver warlock, casting spells, and so he simply left to rekindle the passion he felt for power. He had seen many horrible and amazing things, and he realized at this point he could do whatever he damn well pleased.