Senleron

Information

Player: mimloopen

Character Full Name: Senleron Brightflame

Character In-Game Name: Senleron

Nickname(s): Sen

Association(s): Silvermoon

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Warrior (Paladin)

Skills and Abilities: Senleron was once a master in almost every form of combat, ranging from swords and spears to heavy axes. Over the past few centuries his strength and reflexes have declined somewhat as he reaches an age that even blood elves recognize as old. As it is, he retains his grasp of strategy and combat techniques. He is particularly adept at fighting and manoeuvring around small groups of combatants.

That being said, he has far less experience fighting anything other than elves and orcs, and struggles with more foreign foes and the different styles they employ. The undead in particular unnerve him.

Age: 1487

Sex: Male

Hair: Silver

Eyes: Fel-green

Weight: 83 kg

Height: 1.94 metres

Appearance

Senleron often travels in a loose fitting robe for comfort, however he possesses a set of light chainmail mixed with leather that he wears when anticipating difficult combat.

Personality

He is a relatively calm and collected individual who tends to take his time with decisions, but is also difficult to sway once he reaches what he believes to be the best choice in any circumstance. Senleron is an elf that despites all who are proud, haughty and reckless, harbouring a general dislike of other sin’dorei in general and lamenting how far their race had fallen, while also bordering the line of hypocrisy as he himself is often boastful of his own skill. The elf is patient in some regards although quick to rise in others, most notably when confronted with an arrogant swordsman. Although he holds lofty ideals about how to improve the world he is a very pragmatic individual that rarely cares for sources of fiction such as books. Naturally, he bears strong initial distrust towards any noble he meets.

The elf treats any fight, whether spar or deathmatch, as a very serious affair and doesn’t take kindly to any light hearted jests or commentary surrounding such events. Of the alliance races, Senleron only truly respects the dwarves thanks to their alliance with the High Elves following the War of Three Hammers. Within the Horde he is wary of everyone, including many blood elves.

History

Born to a failing noble family in an uneventful time of peace and prosperity, Senleron was the first and last son of house Brightflame. From an early age he was taught to wield weapons and ward off blows from his rather vindictive father, bitter over the decline of his house and the prosperity of others that he had once considered allies. Within a few decades he was a loyal and competent swordsman who displayed great talent. After a rather nasty accusation from another noble family involving his father and several women, Senleron was called upon to defend his family’s name for the first time. He won the fight easily and in the next few decades continued to win fight after fight against more experienced foes, granting him a modest reputation as a skilled duelist or a lucky rookie, depending on who you talked to. Although his efforts led to less public jeering of his father and mother, who many considered a gold-digger, the rumours continued behind the scenes and there was little he could do about it.

Over time his father grew bolder against his opposition, with a talented son to defend his name in duels. The wealth of the house seemed to grow at an unnatural rate. Senleron suspected that his father might be involved in some darker dealings then he let on and that perhaps some of the rumours had some merit to them. His fears were confirmed when, nearing his second decade of life, the family was targeted by assassins. Senleron managed to escape and the assassins could not pursue as they had to cover their tracks, but both his mother and father were slain and the incident was framed and passed off as a magical mishap, as his father was known as a rather experimental mage.

Unable to expose the assassins or access any of the benefits of the crumbling house without drawing attention to himself, Senleron went abroad with what little money he had. For several years he did little but hunt and do odd job for innkeepers or other nobles in order to get by. Although it wasn’t a glamorous life he found himself content with it. That was, until, someone recognized him during a job. Senleron was blackmailed into the service of another house under threat of his identity being revealed to the assassins that had claimed his family’s life and a good portion of their valuable furniture and paintings. Senleron reluctantly agreed.

Years went by and the elf found himself fighting duels oftentimes without even knowing the reason, rarely losing and always improving. Eventually duels escalated to assassination and Senleron was taught the basics of stealth before being thrown out as a makeshift assassin. Of course, since he didn’t have any real training in the art of sneaking he was found out almost immediately and had to hack his way through several men to reach his target. Fortunately he was not heavily protected.

During the whole time Senleron observed from afar the politics of elves, how friends turned to foes in an instant and the intricate plotting that constantly expanded to include more within its web. Tactless assassin that he was, his identity was soon discovered and the noble house he worked for discarded him as he was too dangerous to keep around.

Decades passed with the elf on the run from both the law and the wrath of nobles. He continued doing odd jobs before taking up a more permanent position in the forces of Quel’Thalas, patrolling the outskirts; a rather uneventful, if fair-paying job. Although he did his best to remain conspicuous, he was discovered again a few times but had the fair fortune to not be blackmailed into service; instead he was offered coins for his work as a fighter, and once more as an assassin. Decades melded into centuries and after a dozen such contracts Senleron had accumulated a minor fortune alongside his normal wage.

So set was he in his ways that it took him a while to realise he didn’t even –need- to fight anymore. Nearing his one thousandth birthday he was considered old by many of the younger elves. So it was that he took his accumulated wealth and bought a small home, settling down to a life of relaxation while advertising services as a weapons trainer to keep himself afloat. Although he was a poor teacher at first he improved over the years and managed to live a modest life through the money he made. He also took the best care he could to avoid being identified, changing his hair and looks and adopting a slow gait and deep voice.

Centuries later at the end of the War of the Beards Senleron travelled abroad to meet with dwarves, sharing his expertise with them and gaining plenty of information and practise in return. He found the dwarves both pleasant and interesting and quickly made friends with a few, who he later paid to forge him a high quality sword. Although he enjoyed the company of the dwarves he was also eager to return home.

He continued his relatively peaceful lifestyle until the Second War came and the humans begged for assistance. Reluctant though he was, Senleron took up his blade and joined the Quel’dorei forces in fighting against the orcs. He used a bow when the situation dictated but for the most part he fought lightly armoured amongst his brethren with blade in hand, taking several major injuries throughout the war but surviving.

When the Scourge assaulted Quel’Thalas, Senleron did not fight. News of the gigantic host of undead reached his ears and the thought of the walking dead was something that the elf could not calmly comprehend fighting. A small part of him also longed for the undead to sweep over the city and devour all the noble scum within it. So it was that he fled alongside the students that decided not to fight. After they had escaped, each of them went their separate ways, finding it hard to look each other in the eye after failing their city. The destruction of the Sunwell inflicted him with a terrible hunger for mana, and he did what he could to sustain himself until Kael’Thas returned from outland.

Senleron reached towards Kael’thas’ promise of relief without a second thought, something unusual for the normally contemplative warrior. To this day it remains his biggest regret, for he was now a sin’dorei. Although he does what he can to distance himself from any warlocks or decadent blood elves, the now aged warrior alternates his time between staying in Silvermoon and teaching basic weapon skills, and travelling abroad to hone his talents against the boastful and proud in arenas or tournaments.