Nixxel

Information

Player: grembomb

Character Full Name: Nixxel-Karath Wrathand.

Character In-Game Name: Nixxel.

Nickname(s): Nixx

Association(s): Ebon Blade, Undercity.

Race: Forsaken.

Class: Death Knight.

Age: 43(At Death.)

Sex: Male

Hair: Dark Green, shoulder length.

Eyes: Glowing blue.

Weight: 125.

Height: 5'7.

Alignment: Lawful Evil.

Appearance

Dark robes along with a hood.

Other: A long thin spell blade.

Personality

Nixxel is very cold and calculating, he shows no emotion at all, every one of his decisions his based on what he thinks the most beneficial outcome for him would be. He is an extortionist if someone wants him for something he wants something back in return.

He does however reward whoever completes a job for him very nicely, He isn't to fond of the Ebon Blade himself as he was hoping that he was one of few to gain these new ability's he has gained through death, he wishes he could have been a bit more special, one of the only other Death Knights with a few exceptions but he's not, which ticks him off, but he doesn't complain to other Death Knights as he know he would be hunted down.

Nixxel isn't fond of most people, he will usually look for allies no matter what race they are. But the allies he gains will never really matter to him as he thinks they all run out of usefulness.

When in a situation that could bring him to harm he will try and twist the attackers mind to his will so that he may not come to harm. (By this I mean make a bargain or a deal of some sort.)

He specializes in the unholy magic he can now wield, he prefers to plague his enemies or get a ghoul to fight for him if under attack.

History

Nixxel grew up in Dalaran, he lived with his Father Lonas and his Mother Theryll, he was an only child. Lonas, Nixxel's father was a mage of the Kirin'Tor thus Nixxel was constantly studying to be exactly like his father. When studying the arcane arts Nixxel would get teased for his ugly appearance, it was lonely enough being an only child but being lonely while learning with other wizards in training his age was a nightmare.

The training got harder the years went by, Nixxel was now studying on his own in a dark gloomy basement under one of the towers in Daralan. Thoughts of how much emotional agony he's had to go through would more than often creep into his mind as he studied down there, although studying down there did advance his learning more that the other students, but at the price of having no one but his mother or father to even have a conversation with.

A few years later Nixxel was finally offered and apprenticeship with a few others that were in his class.

Years later he had received orders to check out this new plague that was quickly spreading through the lands, as he did he made his way to Lordaeron. Nixxel started to hear these strange voices in his head, or that's at least where he though they were coming from. He approached a nearby bush to see if the voices were coming from there, then out of the blue he was unconscious.

Nixxel woke up and began looking for what had knocked him out, although nothing at all was around him. He simply shrugged and set back off on the path to Lordaeron, he started to feel very hungry, as if he hadn't eaten in days, his throat was dry also.

When he finally came to Lordaeron he was shocked to see the destruction that was now in front of his eyes, seeing that there was no hope left he retreated back to Daralan to deliver this news, of course though Daralan was already destroyed, but he didn't know this. When he got back to where Daralan should be he was awestruck, the city he grew up in, the city his mother and father were in, the city that he had lived in and learned in for all his life was destroyed.

The emotions from Daralans destruction sent Nixxel into a dark place in his mind. He seemed to have though everything was against him, he barely had five years being an apprentice of the Kirin'Tor, he had hoped sometime soon that he could have finished his training and become a fully fledged member of the Kirin'Tor .Treading and lurking around he began to hear that strange voice in his head again. It spoke to him, it offered him a new source of power, it convinced him it would make him feel as if the city was never destroyed, he willingly accepted this offer..

He was finally awake, the influence over his mind disappeared he was now in the Ebon Hold, confused and angry now that he realized that the voice had taken all his free will. Another shock was in front of him, he looked over his body, it was decayed and rancid. Although something was different than it was when he was living, he now realized he could do things, magic that he didn't know when he was living. All the emotions from the present time and past time mixing together sent him insane, but now he realized that he had been given a "gift" and he came to terms with it. Once a loner and mage..Now a Death Knight of the Ebon Blade..