Rasar

Information

Player: Adam255

Character Full Name: Rasar Amherst

Character In-Game Name: Rasar

Nickname(s): -

Association(s): Stormwind, Himself.

Race: Human

Class: Warlock

Age: 46

Sex: Male

Hair: White and grey, looks a lot like an old man's hair. Usually held loosely behind his head.

Eyes: Dark brown.

Weight: 83 Kg. (183 Lbs.)

Height: 1.80m (5'9")

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: A black robe with red/gold linings, along with a black hood and mask and pauldrons that match the robe.

Other: Rasar's left shoulder is incredibly weak from the events of his life, which also caused his shoulder to dislocate itself permenantly in a way that makes it almost impossible to move.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral evil

Disliking almost everything that moves, Rasar is usually called a pessimist and a generally unfriendly person. He dislikes most people that he meets and thinks of them as under him, in a way. Whoever chooses to talk to him will usually get a blank, uninterested tone along with a very offensive personality to go along with it.

Rasar prefers solitude over company in any day and will usually cause everyone around him to hate or dislike him after a while. He sees every living being, aside from a few certain ones, as under him in every possible status because of the events in his life and because of fel corruption. Rasar is also very sadistic, he'll find pleasure in causing harm to others, being mental, physical or psychological and he'll likely enjoy seeing people in any form of pain and will do nothing at all to help them.

History

Born in the lands of the Hillsbard Foothills, Rasar was born to a loving mother and a not-so-loving father who lived together in a small farm house, away from any city. As Rasar's childhood began, his father was displeased with him from the start, being born a male when his father wanted a female. Rasar's father forced him to work almost all day in their farm without any breaks or form of rest. Rasar hated the work and grew to hate his father along the years, returning the same disrespect he's been giving to him along with talking back to his father freely. Rasar's mother, however, chose to help him in all he tried to accomplish and tried to make his father's punishments more bareable in any way she could. Though she was afraid of her husband growing furious by her help, she tried her best to help her son get through.

Rasar was at the young age of thirteen when the first war broke out. Him and his family lived up north, so they didn't participate or care about the war too much. Over the years of his childhood, Rasar developed a deep hatered towards his father and was already considering running away, the only thing keeping him in his home was his mother. Though the work did make him stronger, it also came with a great cost. His body was getting more bruises and more injuries on a daily basis until one day, it snapped. He collapsed in the fields after lifting a heavy crate and was rushed over to the nearest town for medical treatment. His left shoulder was dislocated and damaged beyond repair, not even the best of the town's healers could help heal it.

The young man was already fourteen at this time, but forced to remain in the home of the nurse that took care of him, the priestess Delira. He couldn't move his entire left arm without almost fainting from the pain. He remained in Delira's home for the course of three more years, until his shoulder was in a stable condition and was able to get back to his family. Though during the time he spent with Delira, he grew a very strong friendship with her, despite the age difference of almost fourty years.

Rasar made his way back to his home after saying his goodbyes to his dearest friend, Delira. On his way home, Rasar considered if he even wants to return to his father and not stay with Delira in her home. He chose to return home and did so, returning to his home with the same cold shoulder treatment from his father, but his mother was nowhere in sight. His father said she left for the city for a few weeks, yet she didn't. His mother left her husband and headed towards the biggest city she could find to be away from him.

Rasar finally snapped. All the years of mistreatment from his father's side and now his mother's depart finally got to him. He packed his bags and headed to the door, only to be stopped by his father in a not-so-friendly way. Rasar's father wanted him to stay and keep working in their farm, but he didn't want to. Rasar was a pretty large young man from all the work out in the farm and could easily overpower his father, but his left arm was almost completely disabled. After a struggle which seemed to last forever, Rasar finally made his escape with no more than a few bruises over his body, though the same could not be said for his mentality.

He returned to the town where Delira resided, only to find her absent, as well. He asked around town what happened and everyone informed him that she passed away from an unknown disease. Rasar's life took a turn for the worse, having nowhere to go and nobody to talk to, he wandered off into a random direction, trying to find any sort of shelter. He came across an old abandoned cabin in the woods of Hillsbard and stayed there for the time being, learning to take care of himself and growing accustomed to the silence of his own thoughts. Though his thoughts haunted him, slowly growing more and more darker over the time and his intense hatered for his father only growing larger and larger until finally, being too much to bare.

Rasar was becoming an adult in his physical form, yet not in his mental form. In the age of nine-teen, he still thought like a child when it came to his dark thoughts, wanting to destroy anything that bothers him in the slightest bit. He was out collecting any fruit he could find from the forest one day as he heard the raging sounds of a battle. He dropped everything and rushed towards the sounds out of interest, only to see the green skinned creatures pummeling through the human lands. He was interested in the orcs at first, but saw them as a great threat to himself and tried to run as far as he possibly could away from the battle.

He found himself in the Wetlands after a long travel where he found an abandoned cave, which he claimed as his new home, hiding in fear of getting caught. He spent the next few years in solitude and hiding and was afraid to go out and even look for any food. As the war finally died down, Rasar didn't know what to do with himself. He saw the lands were cleared from the green skinned creatures, but he was not sure of it. He slowly and cautiously traveled around until he find a small group of human survivors and joined them without any hesitation after being alone for so long, he needed the company. His mind, however, was on the path of self destruction already, disliking everyone that talks to him and always considering the darkest things, such as murdering his friends and such.

The pocket of humans along with Rasar made their way back to the ruined Stormwind to assist in rebuilding it. Though the journey was long, Rasar was just happy to get away from his solitude, yet still finding it odd to be around others that interacted with him. Rasar was thirty-four years old at this time, already a grown man with a fully developed body, though the starvation did take a toll on his body, he still managed to maintain a working man's body. As the pocket of humans arrived to Stormwind, they all gave in their very best to help the destroyed city, yet Rasar chose to watch and remain aside, not being able to work much with his ruined arm.

The years came and went as Rasar stayed in Stormwind for the time being in a small home, helping when he chose to help. The third war broke out and Rasar could really care less, his time in Stormwind and his life's events made him lose respect for most living beings in the world, and even when living in a city such as Stormwind, he chose to remain in the solitude of his home or beyond the gates of the city.

Rasar left town for a few days to explore the forests of Elwynn, where he found a warlock around the dark lands of Duskwood. The warlock was hidden amongst the forests, but Rasar managed to cross paths with her. The warlock was hostile at first, threatening to kill Rasar, yet when Rasar showed no resistance, the warlock was interested in what caused the man to abandon faith in himself. The warlock, named Delria, was a human as Rasar was. She took Rasar to an abandoned farm in Duskwood and they discussed his life there. Delria showed some, if any, sympathy towards Rasar, having gone through almost the same thing in her life.

"Learn my ways, Rasar... The power to destroy anyone who oposes you will lie in your hands if you will..." The words echoed in Rasar's mind, which was unusually empty at the moment, but almost without hesitation, Rasar accepted the offer and began his training with Delria and her master, a Sin'dorei exile that returned from the outlands and was exiled for keeping in contact with humans, and training them.

Rasar learned the ways of fel magic and soon enough kept wanting more and more power. He remained in the lands of Duskwood, practicing the dark arts with his two mentors more and more until he was fourty-four of age and the world began to slowly inhabit with more races, the Draenei joining the alliance and the Sin'dorei joining the horde. Rasar was unaware of it, though. He considered himself an exile of the alliance and chose to remain with his two mentors in search for more and more power. The three headed towards the blasted lands in search of the Dark Portal, after being told about it from the Sin'dorei that was in the trio.

On the way there, in the Deadwind Pass, Rasar and his partners were attacked by an orcish patrol that came from the Swamp of Sorrows. Rasar managed to escape with the help of his partners, yet the Sin'dorei was killed and Delria was taken as a prisoner of the horde. Rasar didn't do much other than retreat back to where he came from, Duskwood. He spent the following few years within that same abandoned farm, practicing the arts of fel and shadow and trying to combat the corruption with methods such as meditating, being told about it by his former partners.

Rasar soon learned to summon demons from the twisting nether and control his powers in a very stable way, as stable as warlocks get. The scourge rose up with their new Lich King at this time, yet Rasar didn't care. He never cared for the state of the world and was focused on getting to the outlands, seeing it as his salvation from this world.

Rasar is currently spending his time around the Hellfire Peninsula, taking refuge in small and abandoned camps, along with staying on the other side of the portal, in the blasted lands. His sole quest in life is to become more powerful, the best there is.