Maarten

Maarten
Player	Maarten
Gender	Male
Race	Draenei
Class	Crypt Guardian
Age	10,537
Height	2.30 meters
Weight	220kg
Eyes	Draenei blue though dimmed
Hair	Loose, dark blue-ish
Affilliation(s)	The Auchenai pre-corruption, The Alliance (formally), The Draenei and their dead.
Occupation	Wanderer
Relative(s)	Unnamed (Mother, unknown), Unnamed (Father, unknown), Zinaida (Sister, alive), Vadim (Son, deceased), Haelai (Mate, deceased)
Mentor(s)	Unnamed (Mentor, unknown)
Companion(s)	None
Status	Alive

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Dark metal armor adorned with different kind of scrolls, mostly on demise on his 'favored' dead Draenei or old prayers.

Other: Ritualistic scars and tattoos scattered all over his body.

Personality

Maarten is calm, silent and more an outsider to most people. He spends a lot of time thinking about the purpose of life and death. He doesn't really care much about the Horde or the Alliance, believing the two should stop their fighting and ally each other for the betterment of both. Once a happy man, he is now filled with anger and sadness. After all people he lost, the one light in his life, the only light he willingly puts his eyes on is his little sister, Zinaida.

History

Maarten was born on a distant planet. Before he could see anything of the planet, the Oshu'gun left again. Maarten was raised aboard the Oshu'gun for most of his life, training tediously with his mentor and father in the arts of sword combat and his mother's teachings about life, death and the Naaru. Soon Maarten's sister, Zinaida was born and he took a liking to her and did everything he could to keep her safe within the Oshu'gun and what planets the Draenei visited. Maarten always looked up to the Naaru D'ore.

Over the years in the Oshu'gun, Maarten met with a woman, Haelei, only a few years younger and the two fell in love over the years. As the years and miles passed, the two became officially mates and had a son.

Upon finally arriving on what would be Draenor, the landing was... Not the most pleasant. He held his son and mate when the ship landed. Maarten survived with relatively few wounds despite being bedridden for a month but his son and wife didn't make it out alive, neither did the Naaru D'ore. When the Prophet Velen laid the Naaru to rest in the first Crypt of what would become the Auchindoun, Maarten was back on his feet, watching the burial of his childhood hero with great grief, turning to his sister for comfort. He later watched his mate and son being buried in one of the Crypts near the Naaru's Crypt. But he did not leave the Naaru nor his mate and son to themselves in the Crypt, he wanted to stay close.

Maarten soon joined the Crypt Guardians in the Crypts. He was put through the initiation rituals. He was left there, in the chamber while the acolytes prepared this potion. He remained in the room unmoving until the acolytes returned with the potion. They told him to drink the potion and so he did, his eyes closed. After finishing his 'drink' he was led into a dark, empty, stone room, maybe twice his own size. In this small room, he sat for hours until he heard something. Was he going insane? No, he could recognize what was being said, his mother language, voices but different from the ones he knew. Hollow, distant, woeful voices.

After hours the acolytes returned and took the Draenei out of the room, back to the main room. He was told he passed the test and the dead accepted him in their midst and began his new life. He practiced with the other men, taught how to carry the ceremonial blade. He learned and practiced the line between life and death and how those within the Crypts walked the thin line between life and death. One day he awoke to see a shadow on his wall but no one around casting the shadow. He took his weapon and got up, looking for whatever casted the shadow but he found nothing. This was the day he first saw the spirits of the dead if only as shadows. As days passed, the shadows became different, luminescent and pale, their features became visible to the man and they wandered around aimlessly. How much he wanted to interfere with the souls, talk to them, ask for their wisdom or aid them in their paths, he couldn't. He took an oath of silent watch.

The years passed as Maarten performed his duties within the Auchindoun Crypts. Years turned to decades and decades turned into centuries until he received word of the Orcs turning against his people. Fearing for the safety of their dead, Maarten's superiors demanded the Guardians and keepers to stand ready at all times. Yet, the Orcs did not come as far down as the Guardians expected them to come. Slowly, the Auchenai became corrupted. One day Maarten woke up and saw the dead walking, not as spirits but their physical beings, half rotten away. Shocked by disbelief he went to his superiors and demanded an answer. He got none and was sent back to his post. He no longer saw just the spirits of the deceased but also their physical beings, or what remained of them. He saw his allies and fellow Guadians change before his eyes, turning from friendly into uncaring. The priests turned the dead into the undead and once more, Maarten demanded an answer from his superiors and once more, he got no answer. It wasn't long until he was fed up with the dead wandering. Again he turned to his superiors and demanded an answer. He was sent back to his post yet did not return to his post. He stayed and demanded an answer. "This world is dying, Maarten." Finally with an answer, Maarten called them insane and corrupted. Once again he was sent back to his post and he went. As he went back, he came across two of the walking dead, they reminded him of his mate and son. His fists clenched around his blade and after a few moments of hesitation, he gave them eternal rest. Angered by his actions and the actions of the Auchenai, Maarten emerged from the Crypts into a shattered world.

Upon emerging from the Crypts, he found his world shattered. Maarten began walking until he found a familiar yet strange place, Terokkar Forest and later, Shattrath City in ruins and abandoned. Silently he helped what Draenei he could find but one thing always rested on his mind. What of his sister, Zinaida? Was she alright? Where was she? Was she even alive? He did not know. The Exodar had already left him behind on Draenor. Maarten set off to a voyage, the voyage of his life, to find what little family he thought he had left. He went through Zangarmarsh and then through Hellfire Peninsula until he reached the Dark Portal. Without hesitation or being stopped he stepped through and found Azeroth for the first time in his life. He found it was two factions fighting for no clear reason, torn apart like his own world. When he learned of the Argent Crusade, the Scourge and the Lich King, he travelled north to aid the Crusade against the Scourge, out of old habits for the Auchindoun. Despite feeling he did not belong, he remained on Azeroth, wandering. Now wanting to be as far away from the corruptive Crypts he spent so long in.

Skills and Abilities

I See Dead People: After undergoing the secret rituals and ceremonies in the Auchenai Crypts, Maarten is capable of seeing the spirits of the dead that still roam the earth. Though, unlike a Spirit Walker, he is incapable of interacting with the spirits.

Remember the Fallen: As part of his service, Maarten was entrusted with the knowledge of the fallen members of his kin and the nature of their demise. It’s more knowledge on who fell, when this Draenei fell and how than anything else.

Weaknesses

Light Sensitive: Due to spending a long time within the Crypts, Maarten's eyes have adjusted to the darkness and is easily blinded by bright lights. However, this does make him more competent to fighting in the darkness.

Mild Corruption: Due to spending years in the Crypts prior to his escape from the Auchenai, he was not spared from the corrupting touch of the Shadow. Healing with holy energy on his body is less effective.