Ralerian

Information

Player: Ozewse

Character Full Name: Ralerian Darkdawn

Character In-Game Name: Ralerian

Nickname(s): Rale

Association(s): Silvermoon, Tranquilien (citizen)

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Priest

Age: 702

Sex: Male

Hair: Floor length, crimson

Eyes: Once Pale Jade, now an unnerving darkened Hunter's Green, thanks to a trip through the Shadowrealm at the hands of Keyus.

Weight: 140lbs

Height: 6'7"

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Simple black velvet robes, crimson silk leggings. He has not worn shoes for the past 20 years, yet his feet remain remarkably clean.

Other: Large, star-burst shaped scar on the back of the neck.

Personality

Cold, shrewd, and reserved are words that come to mind. Outwardly, he shows very little emotion. Interest is usually displayed by a quirked brow or a half-lidded gaze. By an outsiders point of view, he may seem perpetually tired, as per his constant yawning and stretching. His demeanor is a pool that is not easily brought to wake.

When in deep meditation or prayer, he reaches a calm that is unsettling to watch, as if he had died and left his still body behind. His breathing evens and his heart rate slows as he renders himself fully to the shadow.

He holds great confidence in his willpower. He is not a one-track mind, but he is set in his beliefs and adheres to them fully, always and without meander. That is not to say his beliefs are unchanging, only that he holds them to the highest degree of importance.

History

He was born to a wealthy Quel'dorei family about in southern Quel'Thalas. He was raised in comfort, learning the tenets of the Light and discipline from a young age. He took to the light like flame to paper, and could often be heard reciting little sayings that his cousins had taught him about the Light.

At age 7, he was playing in the trees when he was bitten by a spider on the back of the neck. Having no magical ability to cleanse himself yet, he fell nearly dead on the spot. His mother, a priestess, was nearby and found him quickly enough to save him. A half a year of his young life was spent in darkness. He was in a coma so deep from the venom that all but his breathing reflexes and heartbeat could tell one he was alive. His cousin, a mage, had to come in daily and use conjuration and teleportation magics to give him sustenance.

His mother would spend days at a time, locked in a room with Ralerian, expending all her energy at a time in long healing session, calling on the Light to purge the poison and sickness that followed it. The venom had weakened his body and soon after -it- had passed, and as the coma was lifting, he became sick and fell back into the deep sleep from before. When it was all over, she had over-exerted herself and died from exhaustion, but in the process, she had saved her sons life with one, final desperate prayer.

His father had decided not to tell Ralerian about his mother's sacrifice until he was ready. Decades passed, Ralerian came to believe his mother had died in her sleep from natural causes.

His body was greatly weakened by the venom, it stunted his muscle growth and weakened all the tendons in his body, giving him constant aches in his shoulders and hands and chronic pain in his legs and feet. It had struck his digestive system as well, preventing him from eating meat or anything harsh without feeling sick for days. The lack in protein has weakened his muscles further and added to the pain of his faulty tendons. He has an extremely painful time climbing stairs or steep slopes, he has difficulty resisting changes to his balance, and cannot lift himself by his arms, and has difficulty getting up after lying down for a long while.

The attack of the scourge from the south brought chaos and ruin to the Darkdawn estate. More than half the family was killed, only to be raised again to attack their loved ones. Ralerian had been told to stay the top of the spire, but hadn't listened to his doting family and ran down to see what all the commotion was about.

After the rest of his family were either slain, raised, and destroyed by he and a few of his siblings; or well into fleeing from the estate, he found his father laying in a pool of his own blood in the main hall of the estate. The rest of his family that wasn't slain or one of the walking dead had fled north to Silvermoon. With his last few breaths of air, Ralerians father told him the truth of how his mother had died. Ralerian tried and tried to heal his father, but to no avail. As Ralerian had stood tried to run from the horror of his fathers death, his father stood and chased after him. His father had been struck with a plagued blade. As it dawned on him, Ralerian spun and in a sudden fury at what had happened, he slew the bloodied remains of his father with a blast of Light.

The sudden hunger he felt was -staggering-. After a day or so, he traveled to Silvermoon, nearly vomiting from the lack of magic. Being from the woodlands, he'd not received any news about the decision by his people to turn to Fel, but quickly learned and succumbed to the allure.

Time passed. Ralerian fell into a deep depression. A revelation came to him in the form of an indignant Forsaken woman with a pointy hat and an attitude talking to a troll. He realized the discriminatory nature of the Light. He found that the Forsaken could not help that they had been raised by the Lich, and Light still burned them like the scourge they had fought not to become. This drove Ralerian to outrage. His light faded. His faith in the shadow and in himself ran deeper and deeper in time.

From his home in the now-Ghostlands, he let the Light of his past fall to the backburner, taking instead his negative energy and focusing on the terror it could bring. He began as any other priest of Shadow, with minor illusions and small hexes to cause pain and spoil luck. As time passed, he began to develop his own philosophy on the Shadow and the Light, and his temper faded. He became a cool and collected man. He worked for some time with the Argent Crusade, who accepted him as a Confessor. Soon after, however, as a few key events back home prompted his return, he and the Crusade parted ways... Though not for long. With the aforementioned 'events' at home tied up and tossed in the bin, he now works as the Defense Against Shadowcasting Teacher at Hearthglen Cathedral.

Skills and Abilities

Shadowmancy: By manipulating the physical shadow, Ralerian can mold it into a variety of shapes and figures. Using mind magics, he can also make these shadowy apparitions and objects appear real. These also appear to others in the area, and not just one target. Does not require incantation.

Horror: Ralerian can bring about horrifying visages and illusory phantoms that can cause terror. These effects can also be personalized if Ralerian is touching the target. These also appear to others in the area, and not just one target. Does not require incantation.

Harp playing: Skilled at most harps and harp-like instruments.

Shadowmend

Hex: [On touch]. Inflicts weakness and muscular dysfunction on contact.

Jinx: [ Somatic, requires hand gesture, ranged.] The target's "luck" or perception thereof is decreased or reversed. This is a psychic effect and duration can range from an hour to a day. (To be dictated by the victim.)

Silence: [Somatic, requires hand gesture, ranged.] A very physical take on the shadow priest's original mind-jumbling antimage spell. The target is unable to speak or cast spells for one turn in combat, or until dictated otherwise or dispelled by other means in a non-combat scenario.

Shadow Speech: Modified [Psychic Horror]. Single target, causes the target to experience murmuring, phantasmal voices that overwhelm the senses and cause immense, primordial fear. (Counts as a disarm and a root.)