Santheron

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Player: PvtFrog

Character Full Name: Santheron Blazeweave

Character In-Game Name: Santheron

Nickname(s): Santh, Idiot, Punching bag

Association(s): The Horde, Silvermoon

Race: Blood Elf

Class: OOCly a Paladin, ICly a Spellbreaker

Skills and Abilities: Santheron is armed with the typical Spellbreaker abilities, having a resistance to most magics, being able to control magic, being able to 'steal' spells, and Feedback.

Age: 143

Sex: Male

Hair: A pale blonde, tied into a ponytail and draped over his left shoulder.

Eyes: Glowing green

Weight: 180lb

Height: 6'2

Usual Garments/Armor: Nearly always found in his set of orange-red plate armor. When in armor, Santheron carries a large shield that carries a little more than half of his body as well as a glaive. When out of his armor, he will be wearing combat boots along with some silk trousers and a colored shirt.

Alignment: Lawful neutral

Personality: His personality and attitude towards things changes drastically on, and off duty. When working, he is very respectful to superiors and citizens, often doing what they ask of him to the letter. However, when off duty all the respect and humbleness goes down the drain. He is not afraid of boasting of his acheivements and feats and won't hesitate to make himself seem more powerful than he actually is. An extremely proud man by nature, Santheron hates to lose and will often back out of an engagement unless he knows he has a good chance of winning. Another pet peeve of his, is the order to fall back or retreat. Very aggresive and competitive by nature, Santheron hates to run away or fall back when already fighting. When interacting with close friends and family members however, he is loyal and protective to nearly a fault with them. A key trait in his personality, is his seemingly fearlessness. Even as a child, Santheron seemed to have no concern for his own safety and would wander into dangerous situations with a bright smile.

History: Born to a family of nobles, Santheron's childhood as an only child was one filled with presents, butlers, private tutors, and people hired to play with him. His father was a talented Magister, and had high expectations for him and often pressured his son to read his spellbooks. The young Santheron would often stare at the books for hours only to pronounce a single word properly and beam in pride at his father. This routine continued on for years, with Santheron being unable to even conjure up a small ball of fire properly and his father unable to accept the fact that his son was not magically inclined. Years passed, with the young Santheron being forced to stare at magical tomes for days on end until one day he wandered into the living room instead of studying like always. On the couch, he saw a man clad in plate armor with a glaive and a shield, talking to his father. His father noticed the peeping Santheron, and quickly sent him back to his room. A few days later, he was informed that the man he had seen would be his new bodyguard. Santheron met Varis, the man he had seen in his living room a few days ago. With a cheerful smile, he reaching out to try and grab the man's glaives only to be reprimanded and told to be more careful.

Varis would often accompany Santheron throughout the years as he struggled to read his father's tomes, often spending whole nights keeping him awake as he studied. One particularly boring day, as Santheron closed the textbook he asked why Varis looked so different from the rest of the guards. When Varis told him that he was a Spellbreaker, the young man's interest was sparked and his mind was set. Seeing himself as a failure for letting his father down, Santheron asked the Spellbreaker to train him. Varis was hesitant at first, as the elf was hardly built like a fighter. Years of sitting down and reading had taken their toll on the elf, resulting in a skinny physique. Nonetheless, with some persuading, Santheron became Varis' apprentice and would spend the next few years under the older elf's tutelage. His oftentimes, brutal training continued on for a long time, until the Scourge invaded Silvermoon. His father was tasked along with other nobles for trying to keep the Scourge out of their homeland. His father instead, opted to gather his possessions and ran, leaving his family behind. This led to the Blazeweave family's loss of nobility, and also had a profound effect on Santheron's hatred of losing and retreating. When news came of the Scourge's attack, and the loss of their nobility hit the Blazeweave family, Santheron's mother and Varis immediately took the remaining money they had and quickly evacuated the manor. Santheron was able to get out relatively unscathed from the attack though his mother was injured by a wandering group of ghouls.

With the Sunwell gone, Santheron, like the rest of his people suffered the deblitating effects of their addiction. Just like the rest of his people, he gladly took in Fel to sate his addiction, turning his eyes green. When the immediate problem of finding something to sate his addiction was gone, Santheron resumed training under his master until Varis was sent by Silvermoon to assist in war efforts in Outland. Varis, seeing this as a good opportunity to introduce field training to Santheron, took his apprentice with him and taught him how to apply his skills while in battle. When Santheron's training was over, they travelled back to Silvermoon and parted ways. He was later called on again to stop Kael'thas, journeying to Quel'Danas along with other troops from the Shattered Sun Offensive and journeyed in. However, Santheron was injured earlier on, and much to his dismay, was sent back to Silvermoon to recover. Instead of assisting in the war in Northrend, he instead opted to stay in Silvermoon and help out however he is needed back at his home.