Ivamyr

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Player: Failed666

Character Full Name: Ivamyr Bloodsteele

Character In-Game Name: Ivamyr

Nickname(s): She refers to herself as 'The Outcast' numeral times but does not really have a nickname in general.

Association(s): Neutral. She's known to be a member of the Horde, but frankly, she is too busy to associate with any faction.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Warlock

Age: 125

Sex: Female

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Green

Weight: 40kg

Height: 5'3"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Dark, cloth armor, sometimes patched with the skin or certain bones (she prefers skulls and spines) of her victims. She always has a scythe with her, wich functions as her staff, guiding several magicle spells through it.

Alignment: Chaotic, Evil, Corrupted

Personality:

Alignment: Chaotic, Evil, Corrupted

Ivamyr's life began from the bottom of happiness, and reached the highest point of misery. After all the miserable situations she has been through, she realized that happiness, love and affection did not exist. So turned off her emotions and replaced them for hate, anger and she enjoys the sight of suffering souls. That's why she's never happy, never fanatic and only often shows a little fragment from what once were emotions. Although she is so grim, she knows how to behave around people and is very well mannered.

History: After Ivamyr was born she was raised by two loving parents. She did not have any brothers or sisters, so she got all the attention and care her parents could offer and it was enough for her love to be unconditionally. Ivamyr was just another innocent child. Her parents even arranged for her to follow Mage classes in the future since she had the ability to sense magic flows. But one grim day, at age 25, her parents were slaughtered by humans. There was no reason for the assault, other than jewels and other valuables. Ivamyr's life turned upside down. The humans left her to die in the house, locking and barricading all windows and doors from the inside, so she was stuck with her parents' corpses. She sat there for more than 3 days, unmoved in the middle of the room, in the stench of the corpses, in the pool of her parents' blood until the locals smashed a window and saw her there. They immediately pulled her out and put her in a foster family. Her foster parents soon realized this was an unusual girl. Ivamyr was so traumatized from the murder, that she never spoke a word. Her mind was set on revenge.

At age 50, she went to a new school, where she learned making potions and antidotes to help the apothecary. She gave up on hoping she could ever become a Mage. After many years in her new home, her foster mother became very sick from a strange illness. Nobody had found a cure so far. Ivamyr was shocked, she tried to brew an antidote against the illness, yet nobody knew what the cure was, and eventually her foster mother died. Ivamyr, then, only had one foster parent left, and he iwas not doing great either. After 5 days of the death of his wife, leaving Ivamyr to full family responsibilities, he committed suicide drinking too much of the ingredients Ivamyr had ready on her desk for school. After she came back from school, Ivamyr found her foster-father dead. Something in her mind snapped. Tearing her apart from the happy world people ought to live in. Although she felt sad, it did not make her cry, or even angry. She now had an opportunity to finally go for revenge. To track down those who killed her real parents. Ivamyr slowly began to descend into darkness, her thougts became obsessed with cruelty.

When she was 100 years old and wandering her new path she started to show signs of corruption. The taint of hate and suffering started to feast on her brain where she, from that point on, slowly turned mad. After all those years of traveling up and down The Eastern Kingdoms she eventually found a little cabin within the Swamps of Sorrow. Within that cabin resided a Blood Elf named Magnadan who was exiled from Silvermoon. He was an old Elf who descended from a Mage to a Warlock. He gave lessons in the arts of dark magic, necromancy and alchemy. Ivamyr was weak and needed to be cared for. Magnadan nursed her until her strength slowly came back. He suddenly spoke about her following his classes. He offered her a free lesson, to see if she might be interested. With all the time she has, she eventually lifted her shoulders and the next day she visited the lessons.

She seemed to like it so much that she stayed to join more lessons, and through the years she became very successful in her classes that Magnadan one day walked to her and said: You learned the dark arts faster than any other student in my class. You learned to use dark spells even without saying one word. Why are you so successful, yet without speaking?, on which she, after not speaking all those years, replied at last; I'm a fast learner because I want to be the best of the best. I see how weak my fellow students are, and I will never become such a pathetic life form. Magnadan realized he couldn't accept her as a student anymore. He knew Ivamyr needed a better teacher. He said that there were much more better and experienced Warlocks all over Azeroth. The day after, a horse packed with provisions for a long travel stood ready. Magnadan said farewell to Ivamyr, for he knew he was done. He had created a powerful warlock which he could not learn any more. So Ivamyr and Magnadan both decided that she should travel on. Ivamyr knew she was not ready for revenge yet. She needed to know more.

Through five years of travel she became mentally ill, slowly getting corrupted by the feeling of darkness, pain and misery. She became a frightening, sadistic being who began to lose grip of reality. She forgot love, happiness and affection and replaced these emotions with hate, pain and death for that is all she believes in. Those things are real for her. Her heart died, and made place for her brain. She loves to manipulate all living things through advanced psychology and studies on how long certain living creatures can survive while experiencing the worst pain. She lost taste, scent and smell. Everywhere she goes she sees death and everything she eats tastes like ashes...

She hates every living being more than the other one. For her, there are no perfect things, rather than her mind. She now rides to train her abilities and fell down any who oppose her. The world has seen many fearsome creatures... Ivamyr might become a very destructive force someday. Eventually she has to choose to reach the top of justice, or hit the bottom of darkness.