Matou

Matou Minneari Bebelle'belore
Player	SachikoMaeda
Gender	Male
Race	Sin'dorei
Class	Demon Hunter
Age	93
Height	5' 6"
Weight	175 lbs
Eyes	Scarred sockets. Lids are sealed shut.
Hair	A tangled mess of ebony that has probably seen better days. He keeps a random decoration of braids, feathers, and sometimes golden trinkets in his hair.
Affilliation(s)	Horde, Silvermoon, Demon Hunters
Occupation	Demon Hunter
Relative(s)	Atileu Bebelle'belore (Father)
Mentor(s)	Mythor Ironraven
Companion(s)	None
Alignment	Chaotic Good
Status	Alive

Appearance

Random patches of dirt and grass stains have discolored parts of his attire, the most damage seen on his tattered shoes. Underneath the clothes seems to be an elf that has spent the last few years in intense physical training. Exposed skin reveals bright blue runic tattoos across nearly every inch of his body, including his face and ears.

His face seems to be locked in a blank expression. Reading him by body language seems to be exceedingly difficult since he projects very little. He projects even less now with what was left of his eyes covered by a blindfold. He always wears a blindfold and would never be seen without it.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Matou is a very curious individual who constantly desires to learn. He seems to have enough patience to last himself at least nine lives. Even though he hardly speaks, he is quite the intelligent man. He will think before acting in every situation, regardless if a decision is required the next second. No matter what, he will take his time in whatever task he engages. He frequently chooses to engage one task at a time and not move to another until his current task is completed. He does his best to retain knowledge and to know his surroundings better than the others around him. His thirst for knowledge is nigh impossible to quench. He views himself as a scholar and the world as an equation to be solved.

Cool and calm, he could easily be mistaken for an emotionless man at times. He was raised to only speak when spoken to and will never begin a conversation. His preference seems to lie in not speaking period. When he chooses to speak, it is hardly audible and just barely above a whisper. He will not engage eye contact while speaking. He does not do so because he is shy, but because he simply dislikes communication. Though he tries to avoid people, he does crave some form of attention from the few around him. He will never try to draw this attention and simply wishes for it to happen.

He is a gentle elf who desires to help those around him. His distaste for demons, however, have caused him to do more harm than good in regards to warlocks. He will do his best to either slay a smaller and weaker demon or simply try to ignore its presence if a warlock is nearby. The only time he shows any violent nature is when near demons. Otherwise this docile elf is as gentle as a lamb.

History

Matou's early life was one of hardships. He was born to middle class parents, so it was not monetary hardships that fell upon him. The marriage of his parents was falling apart due to his father's more aggressive behavior. Though his mother desired to leave, she was bound to stay for her only son's sake. The tension in the household was always felt by Matou. He never dared speak up, even when in his younger years. His father assumed the boy was unintelligent and not worth sending to schools for proper education. Even with his father's disapproval, his mother did her best to teach him what she could. Reading and writing came easily to the young elf, even though he never used his writing skills in front of his parents. He spent most of his time in the back of his home reading his mother's books on arcane.

By his teen years, he had a basic understanding of arcane. He secretly desired to become a Magister some day even if his parents wouldn't fund such a venture. He left his home without a word in the middle of the night to try and make a life for himself. Freed from his abusive father, he spent his time in the woods trying to practice what spells he could remember from his mother's text. He would spend the next ten years studying on his own and practicing in the woods. It was this time he discovered his love for archery. One day when visiting Silvermoon, he happened to come across his mother. The woman was worried for her son and quickly took him back home. Engaged yet again into what was his prison, Matou returned to doing very little in his home under the close supervision of his mother. He would spend countless hours in his room reading, regardless if his father thought he was just staring at the words and pretending to know.

The next few decades was a series of runaways and unwanted returns home. When home, he would spend his days reading whatever texts he could get his hands on. When he could be out in the woods, he would spend his days practicing what he learned. Though he had no success in arcane alone, he has managed a way to channel his spells through his arrows. The day he planned his next runaway, it was cut short by the invasion of the Scourge. His parents pulled him from home as they fled the oncoming armies. The time after was one of torment for Matou. The arcane withdrawals were a horrible pain constantly nagging at him. Some days he would seclude himself from his arguing parents as best he could so he could find some sort of comfort in silence. It wasn't until his people turned to fel that he finally gained comfort from the pains of withdrawals. He embraced the substance as well as the change to green in his eyes as a hopeful new beginning for him.

Though he believed this was a new beginning, his life returned to normalcy. The cycle of running away and being dragged back home began once again. Though he was capable of surviving on his own, his mother still believed he was incapable of doing such and that his runaways were him simply getting lost. One day he pushed his boundaries further. He left his homelands of Eversong all together. Resentment for what happened to his people and his family's deterioration has lead him to place blame on the Legion. While out hunting in Felwood, he shot down an imp with two flame engulfed arrows. A usual kill for him that would inevitably change his life. He caught the interest of a near by Night Elf Demon Hunter who was resting in the tree below him. When Matou slid down from the tree, the Demon Hunter engaged conversation that had lasted quite some time.

Matou shared his story and his distaste for what demons were to the Night Elf. With his interest furthered, the Demon Hunter introduced himself as Mythor and offered to teach his ways if Matou could learn to separate himself from his kill. After a few short months of meditation, Matou returned to Felwood to begin his training. The first step was a simple test to see what he knew after a trip into the south eastern region of Ashenvale. With his arrows, he bested an infernal while Mythor observed. The next was even more complicated as Matou had to leave his arrows behind and best a demon in close combat with nothing but a dagger. The only advice offered to him was to use the demon's weakness against it. Unsure what that had meant, Matou searched until he happened across a Felguard. The fight lasted a good while and was no easy task. After quite a few bumps, bruises, and cuts, Matou finally bested the demon, yet failed to use its weakness against it.

This observation by Mythor made it clear that Matou still knew very little. He would spend the mornings teaching Matou of the various demons, their abilities, and their weaknesses. The afternoons for Matou were spent in long sessions of grueling physical training. He spent months in such a pattern until he could run from Ashenvale to the south most border of the Barrens and return with hardly any break. In time, he graduated from his simple dagger to two basic glaives. After a year and a half of physical and mental training, he began to learn more refined skills. Fighting with glaives proved to be difficult for Matou, though he refused to give up. During this time he began to learn how to use fel fires against demons alongside his glaives. The months dragged on yet again before he was sent to slay another demon. He was told little of why now was the time for him to slay a demon when he had not done so since he first began, and was only told to pick out the strongest he could, to follow it, and slay it. He was challenged further when Mythor sent him with only his dagger, a few supplies, and his instruction to bring back its head.

Matou made his way out of Ashenvale and back to Felwood without Mythor following past the border. Oddly, the young hunter was not nervous as he made his way through the woods without his mentor. He stalked through the trees with his usual silence until he came across a Terrorguard. A twinge of nervousness hit him as he stalked the demon, though he grew in confidence as he planned his attack. He learned the demon's patterns over the next few days as he silently watched from afar. He waited until the fiend was away from any other demons before launching his attack. He jumped out of the tree to land atop the demon's head and planted his dagger into its forehead, adding fel fire to the attack. The fight dragged on for minutes, though it felt like hours. Once Matou finally bested the demon, he worked on removing the head from the corpse. He drained some of the blood into one of his empty waterskins as further proof of his victory before making his way back to his mentor.

As they made their way back into Ashenvale, Matou learned the purpose of his kill. Mythor explained what was to come and warned that there was no turning back. When they returned to the camp, Mythor worked on creating the dye for Matou's tattoos. That night Mythor worked on applying the patterns to Matou's skin. Once he was finished, he set the dye with fel fire. After a few short days of recovery, he was sent deep into the woods with his dagger and given simple instructions to carve out his own eyes. He sat in the woods alone in silence as he stared down the ornate blade. He took the blade in his hand with a firm grip as he thought of the good he would be able to do once it was over with. He screamed louder that night than he ever had his entire life.

The next few weeks were filled with coming in and out of consciousness and violent illness. Once it wore off, he finally noticed the 360 degree vision he was granted. It took months for him to fully adjust to the new method of sight. He worked closely with Mythor to relearn how to use his glaives and to aim his fel fire attacks. Once he was ready, he was taught the runes required to bind a demon's soul to his own. For the binding, he chose a simple demon that he felt was best suited for him. He worked on laying out the runic circle and readying a trap for the demon of his choice. He searched the south eastern woods of Ashenvale, finally finding a Felhunter. He caught the demon's attention with a weak fel fire and lured it to the circle. Once he was ready, he trapped the demon and slayed it with ease. Once the demon's blood hit the circle, it activated and channeled the demon's soul to his own. He spent the days after the ritual resting and struggling to stay conscious yet again. The day he was able to stand on his own again, he took the oaths that finalized his training and made him a full-fledged Demon Hunter. He swore to spend his days hunting and slaying demons until the day he died.

Skills and Abilities

Patience is Virtue: Matou can engage himself in an activity that requires little to no stimulation for hours on end. He will not shift from what he is doing to do something else. He does not seem to be angered easily from anything taking too long. Even with his skills in being patient, he does not seem capable of multitasking.

Catwalk: A preference for silence has lead Matou to learn to walk silently like a cat. When he moves, he makes no sound. Sneaking and stalking are two of his strong points and something he carries with pride. He can keep near perfect balance when walking across narrow surfaces and takes well to climbing up and along trees to gain a better vantage point. Getting down, however, is another story.

Survivalist: Decades worth of life in the wilderness has given him the experience to live on his own on little to no supplies. His quick thinking allows him to remove himself from any situation that could prove to be fatal as well as gain the upper hand to make something work in his favor.

Cursed Vision: Having lost his eyes in the rituals to become a Demon Hunter, Matou has been granted 360 degree spectral vision.

Bound Hunter: Matou has bound the soul of a Felhunter to his own. Demon scouting and fel sensory comes more natural to him. He finds it more difficult to tear himself away from stronger fel sources.

Playing with Fire: His time training under Mythor has given him limited fel fire abilities. He can immolate his opponent and engulf his glaives in fel fire.