Kathnis

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Player: Ironhide

Character Full Name: Kathnis Dawnwhisper

Character In-game name: Kathnis

Nickname(s): N/a

Association(s): Silvermoon City

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Techno-Warlock

Skills and Abilities:

[Shadow Shot]: Kathnis channels his power up through his arm and into the barrel of his pistol, allowing it to fire a bullet-sized shadow bolt.

Age: 762

Sex: Male

Hair: Long and black, generally gathered with a hair tie to prevent the wind from blowing his hair into his face.

Eyes: Fel Green

Weight: 153 lbs.

Height: 6'3"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Kathnis is most commonly seen in his old, black robe, adorned with silver lining and accents of orange cloth. His cloak is of a matching concept, draped loosely over his shoulders. Hanging off of his belt is his holster, handmade with stitches visible.

Personality

Since Kathnis' childhood, he bore the traits of an introvert; generally quiet, keeps to himself, doesn't bother interrupting the status quo. Kathnis attempts to keep a cool head in every situation to dissolve conflicts and disputes effectively and easily. His calculating and occasionally cold personality tends to paint him as cruel and coldhearted. He is, however, a sentimental individual with rather vivid opinions and emotions. The loss of his brother granted him the ability to empathize with families, brothers, parents, the like. For the same reason as his ability to empathize, he also exaggerates his own sense of bonding with others, occasionally being too clingy or too distant. Kathnis is a well-educated person with the ability to problem-solve, granting him the ability to lead a small group successfully.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

History

Throughout Kathnis' life, his younger brother, Taril, had been his closest consort and friend. Having seen Taril as a baby grow into a man, Kathnis felt an unshakable desire to protect his brother and ensure a happy future for the two of them. Kathnis delved into the arcane arts, sharing what he had learnt with Taril. Lessons were passed by word of mouth and demonstration to Taril until he too began taking the same classes that Kathnis had been taking... and even surpassing him. Taril's skill with the arcane would have put Kathnis to shame, if it weren't for that Kathnis had instead felt an indescribable pride.

When the First War took place, Kathnis remained uninvolved with the majority of the high elves. What felt like soon later to the two brothers, the Second War occurred. Taril heard of the humans practically begging the high elves for their involvement in this war and spoke to Kathnis of his interest to assist. Kathnis begrudgingly let Taril do what he thought was best, on the account that the two were not to be separated. During the Second War, the two became close friends with a human mage by the name of Artican, to whom the brothers later became long-lasting penpals with. When the Second War concluded, Kathnis was relieved to have survived with his brother and the two returned to Quel’Thalas until their services to the Alliance were needed again. After a few years of writing, the letters from Artican abruptly came to an end.

But then everything changed when the Scourge forces attacked. Having lived on the outskirts of Quel'Thalas, Kathnis' entire village was practically razed to the ground, and was one of the first to fall. There was little to no resistance due to the surprise generated by the sudden and violent attack. Kathnis was in Silvermoon looking to replace damaged furniture at the time while Taril had been ill at home.

Kathnis’ chest was set aflame as he watched the undead charge towards Silvermoon from the general direction in which his village had been. He worked with the others to attempt to hold back the Scourge, fighting until the very end of the attack upon the elven capital. The moment that the attack had ended, Kathnis flew home to find a destroyed village and brother. He fell to his knees and clasped his hands to his face, stifling a sob. There he remained for hours before laying what remained of his brother’s corpse to rest, and later, with the help of others, what remained of the other villagers.

The decision to supplement his mana addiction with fel was not difficult. With what felt like absolutely nothing to lose, Kathnis accepted the fel that now fed his addiction. A part of him wanted to wholly believe with the other blood elves that the humans’ lack of help made for the wracking destruction that Kathnis had felt by losing his brother, but he couldn’t begin to harness such hatred. Instead, he felt a sliver of resentment for his long-unheard from friend, Artican, as his letters sent after the loss were still lacking any sort of response from the man. Kathnis embraced the new lifestyle of the blood elves by turning to dark magic and becoming a warlock.

Allying with the Horde made Kathnis incredibly uncomfortable at first. It felt as though it was just yesterday that he had Artican to his left and Taril to his right, fighting against the very orcs that now promised his mourning people protection and assistance that the Alliance had failed to give them. Kathnis moved on, seeing the orcs and other races of the Horde in a new light, with a slight exception for the Forsaken.

That would quickly change.

It was an alien sight to Kathnis, seeing a lone undead shamble through the streets of Silvermoon in fine silk robes. He mused to himself how it looked like someone had wrapped a long-dead squirrel in a beautiful, lacy doll dress that was two sizes too big. Nothing changed the fact that the dead squirrel was wholly repulsive and the dress was practically tainted by touching the corpse. After a minute of giving the undead an unwelcoming stare as he mused to himself these rude thoughts, the undead abruptly turned his head and returned Kathnis’ look. His face flashed with a light of recognition, disturbing the blood elf as he was then staring in fear rather than disgust. Artican’s fate belonged to the Scourge.

The two rushed to Kathnis’ new home in the city in silence, the air between the two feeling magnetized by the excitement, resent, and fear that the two failed to verbally expressed as they moved. After hours of talk, Kathnis had accepted Artican’s apology for his lack of letters in response; the undead hadn’t the heart to tell his friend that he was a monstrosity, nor did he have the heart to lie and tell Kathnis that he was alive and well. Artican expressed his most sincere condolences for not responding to the news of Taril’s death, claiming that it strained his heart to remain silent.

In their catching up, the two found a good deal of things they shared since joining forces with the Horde. Artican had also become a warlock, though he was significantly more skilled at the art than his elven friend. Artican had been working with a gnome shortly before his undeath and had begun a project to combine the use of gnomish technology and arcane channeling into firearms. This project came to an abrupt halt when Artican fell to the plague.

Before long, the two agreed to continue this exploration in technology together, reliving their old friendship in what Kathnis thought could be the cruelest twists of faith. Rather than working their shadow magic with the firearms for science, as Artican had previously intended, but instead to pass the time in their nigh-immortal existences and rekindle their friendship. After a few years of excruciating tinkering, practicing, and bickering, the two finally made head-way in their efforts - they became Techno-Warlocks.