Jaelotheric

Information

Player: Ural

Character Full Name: Jaelotheric Shadewhisk

Character In-Game Name: Jael

Nickname(s): Jael

Association(s): None.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Arcanist before Death Knight.

Age: 302

Sex: Male

Hair: Greasy, rotting and the occasional parasite.

Eyes: Runic Blue

Weight: 120 lbs. His build is typical old-elf skinny and frail, boosted by undead resilience.

Height: 6'5 or 1.05 Scale

Apperance

Jael wears mix of cloth and plate armor. It is just as much for appearance as it is for protection.

Other: His favored weapon is the trident. It is able to keep foes at a distance and pin subjects that try to get away. The main point of the weapon is to cause agony, not death.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Jaelotheric has completely embraced his undead state. He feels that it is a continuation of his life. His recent freedom means he is able to carry out his own goals, not the Lich King's. Jael is pretty disgusted the way he was used as just cannon fodder in the Scourge, instead of being tapped for his full abilities. He plans to prove to the world that he can make better use of those necrotic powers than that fool, Lich King. The Death Knight prefers to sate his hunger by torturing others for information. The thrill being something to investigate afterwards. Short term goals include increasing his understanding between runic power and the arcane, finding an apprentice, either living or unliving, so his work will continue on, and finding someone who will appreciate his abilities. Long term goals include spreading his name for business, bolstering other Death Knights' spell-casting abilities, and trying to taint natural sources of magic with unholy runic energy. Jaelotheric sees himself in ten years as a master of plagues with a few apprentices under him.

History

Jaelotheric Shadewhisk was born a typical High Elf. He lived a typical life of luxury fueled by arcane. Jael spent many lazy days in the library reading and practicing his arcane casting. His hobby was enchanting. It didn't matter if it was armor or weapons, just anything that could hold a charge.

Jael laughed as one of his friends headed to defend Stormwind in the First War. Jael called him a fool, and rightly so, as he never returned.

It was another story when a brother and half his extended family was murdered in raid against Caer Darrow. Jaelotheric took to the battlefield for revenge in the Second War. He relished the opportunity to unleash his magical destruction outside of simple training grounds.

Things had just begun to settle down as the Scourge began it's march to Quel'Thalas. Jael was beginning to feel his age, but if he was going down, he would go down with a show. He grabbed his staff and was headed out his door when his arm was grabbed. It was one of his sisters, a ranger. She knew of a path they could escape, hidden. Reports of impending doom had Jael scrambling to go with her after all. The Scourge fell upon the hidden path and they would soon discover the pair. Jael quickly disguised them as a pair of discarded barrels with his magic. One of the stragglers bumped into his sister, dispelling the disguise. Jael helped dispatch the straggler but not before his sister had a hamstring severed. She forced her brother to retreat as she defended the path from more. He left under a cloak of invisibility, only tears marking his path.

Revenge burned in his mind as he scoured the ruins of Silvermoon. All of his family, friends, instructors... destroyed. While he did take up the mantel of Blood Elf, Jael didn't believe that he would die due to arcane withdrawal. The only forced dedicated to the Scourge's destruction was the Argent Dawn. They were glad to have the now Sin'doeri Arcanist among a hit-and-run unit. Jael was really feeling his age and looking it, as the withdrawal set in. He kept his face hidden under a hood and tried not to let anyone see his hands shake.

He regularly traveled back to Silvermoon, being not that far from the Plaguelands, to receive his medicating Fel-energy. It was then he developed his ability to spihon energy from fel-stones and demons. This was a good paring, as for his membership into the Argent Dawn he had to vanquish demons. Over time his eyes turned fel-green, more reason to hide under a hood.

Jaelotheric and a few others were striking against a small band of Scourge. Things had been going well until a dark warrior joined the battle. Jael tried to cast a cone of fire at the thing but his shaking hands failed to preform the correct somatic component. He was easily cut down by the Knight.

After the events of Light Hope's chapel Jael's consciousness returned to him. He stood over a dead human with his hands gripping a blood-stained claymore. The undead elf noticed he was wearing some discarded platemail. Though with all this it wasn't heavy to him. Jaelotheric Shadewhisk had been a useless pawn in the very army he had sought to destroy. He was outraged. It seemed that he was a simple rank-and-file soldier, not a grand arcanist like in his previous life. His spells were darker, and fueled by a new type of energy, though lacking in the power he once wielded. He returned with the new Ebon Blade to Acherus. After they took it from the Scourge he spent every unwaking moment studying this new magic. He marveled at his undead state, no longer the weak old man he once was. Jael inspected his generic weapon, also infused with this runic magic. His fascination turned into obsession. For the next few months Jael didn't even leave Acherus.

Currently Jaelotheric Shadewhisk has begun to venture outside of Acherus. He desires to see his people and homeland again, discuss similarities with the Forsaken, and see the world. Despite his long life he rarely has ventured far from northern Eastern Kingdoms.