Lenorius
Information
Player: SachikoMaeda
Character Full Name: Lenorius Melan'ferolai Silverfang
Character In-Game Name: Lenorius
Nickname(s): Mister Silverfang, Pops
Association(s): Silvermoon, Horde, Knights of the Ebon Blade
Race: Blood Elf
Class: Death Knight
Age: 726
Sex: Male
Hair: Long and silver. It's well kept and styled in various different manners depending on what he's wearing and how he's feeling.
Eyes: Deep Runic Blue
Weight: 164
Height: 6'5"
Skills and Abilities
Improvisation: He can think up lies, fibs, tall tales, and such quickly from training his son Leron in performing arts. Quick thinking and adapting has allowed him survival skills during his life and aided him in his undeath. He can figure a way to try and sneak out of any situation whether it be a verbal altercation or a combat situation.
Silverfang Swag: Years of training with those in his house has allowed him to refine his skills in both swords and polearms. He's worked on developing a fighting style that incorporates swordplay into dance.
Politician's Charm: He's a refined speaker and does exceptionally well with public speaking. He can mask lies when needed and can prove to be rather persuasive.
Appearance
He's fairly aged with wrinkles forming in the just right places. Unlike most elves, he has roughly an inch long beard along his jawline. He is relatively well built, but he has lost some muscle mass with age. He keeps himself well kept no matter what situation he's put into and is fairly well groomed for a soldier type of man. He's well preserved and can appear to be alive at first glance if it weren't for the obvious runic blue eyes and echoed voice.
Personality
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
A happy and carefree man. He tries his best to make light of any situation. To him, laughter is truly the best medicine and he will try his best to joke no matter what. He has spent so long trying his best to stay happy and smiling, it seems almost as if the smile on his face is permanent. He can be a very loud individual and hardly ever backs down from a challenge. His headstrong determination has gotten him quite far with his older brother Ryidel. He was greatly focused on helping maintain the family's image and nobility while raising his two sons.
When away from home, he tends to be more serious. If he wants something done, he wants it done right the first time. He has a short temper and cannot stand mistakes. If his short fuse happens to go off he's not afraid to throw a fist. He is much more racist than others in his family. To him, Blood Elves are the superior race and anything else is lesser. The betrayal of the humans seems to be extremely touchy to him. He avoids humans at all costs.
In his undeath, he generally seems to be the same loud individual he was in life; however, he seems to have mellowed down. Angering him takes slightly more work than it used to and his sense of humor has dried just barely. He will exaggerate any emotion he chooses to express for his own amusement. He prefers to sit back and observe those who still live. He feels that to intervene is not his place anymore.
History
He was born into the wealthy Silverfang family only a few years after his elder brother Ryidel. He lived a protected life within or around the manor and spent little time elsewhere. He would frequently play through the woods with his brother and play fights, starting his training with those random little spars in his youth. Once he was older he took to sword training and hand to hand combat. During his free time he would watch his brother and father take care of political matters. During those times he would practice his own speaking skills in case he ever had to take lead of his family.
His opportunity to lead never came, but that never bothered him. He settled with his wife Melyndra and had two children, Leron and Volus. He raised his children while working with what little politics his family had to deal with. When they were of age, he taught his sons all that he knew of both fighting and of politics. He fought in the Second War alongside those of his family who had decided to fight. The war's end meant he was to return home to his usual routine. All was well for him and his family until the Scourge invasion. Amongst the chaos, he fought with his family until he and his wife ended up separated from the rest of his family. Distraught over the loss of his family, the withdrawals seemed magnified to him. He left with his wife to aid Kael'thas's troops in the Outlands.
His time with his wife was cut short when an injury to the leg sent him back to Silvermoon. He did not recover until Kael'thas and his troops returned, bringing fel with them. He was unsure of fel when in the Outlands and did his best not to take it in. In time the burden became unbearable and he caved into his cravings, finally taking in fel. Having been rejuvenated, he recovered from his wounds. He wandered about the city before choosing to try and fight once more. With nothing to lose, he ran blindly into the Dead Scar for a good fight. He underestimated how much it took to fight the Scourge alone and fell alone after roughly twenty minutes of fighting.
He was raised by the Scourge and sent to Acherus as one of many mindless Death Knights in service to the Lich King. He aided in the fights at Light's Hope and the eventual retaking of the Ebon Hold. When the Ebon Blade formed, he enlisted in the ranks quickly in hopes of removing the remnants of the Scourge. With the Lich King gone, his motivation to fight the Scourge waned. He slowly began reverting to the man he was in life as his old personality showed through. He decided to travel to keep track of what was left of the Scourge. While staying in the Trisfal Glades, he heard word of his family rising to power again. He traveled to Silvermoon to keep track of the work his family had been working on.
