Strifium

Information

Player: Kenshiro

Character Full Name: Strifium Flamefeather

Character In-Game Name: Strifium

Nickname(s): Stri, Magister

Association(s): The Horde, The Sunreavers, The Silvermoon Magisterium, Dalaran, The Shattered Sun Offensive, The Argent Crusade

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Mage

Age: 1242

Sex: Male

Hair: Red and put up into a fox tail.

Eyes: Green

Weight: 185 lbs

Height: 6'7"

Appearance

He can normally be seen wearing red, orange and gold padded cloth armor, with a Sunreavers tabard, looking extremely similar to a Sunreaver Guardian Mage. However, he also wears a loose grey or orange robe when relaxing or off of work. Other times, he wears an eloquent robe of the same colours. He carries a large elven tome and a dagger forged in Silvermoon City.

Other: The tips of his hair are beginning to turn white.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Strifium is a solitary person. He is somewhere between merely stoic and matter-of-fact, rarely ever smiling except when showing pride. He also has a tendency of holding grudges and being rather intimidating. Strifium is extremely serious, mature and has great self-control. However, once this self-control is broken, he can go into a rampage of emotion until calmed. He strongly believes in hard work and determination, believing that one needs to devote themselves wholly to a cause and stick with it in order to make oneself superior and their cause more celebrated. This cognitive process has affected his feelings towards other factions, since, despite being rather cold and serious he feels obliged to help those in need and place people on the best path for themselves.

Being a Sin'dorei, the man is addicted to magic and it shows. Most tasks, such as flipping pages in a book or picking up objects, are done through the use of arcane magic. Very rarely does he not use magic when he doesn't have to. However, he does maintain a certain level control of his addiction and is surprisingly stable.

History

Strifium was born in the grand city of Silvermoon to a rich and well-respected house of High Elves. Strifium was the first child, but not the last, they would follow later when he had grown. Their home was a large manor, built into the wall of western Silvermoon. Gold and blue banners, depicting the high elven symbols hung all around and inside the house. His father was a decorated officer in the armies of Anasterian Sunstrider during the Troll Wars and his mother, along with her brother, owned a successful bank within the city. Despite their differences of lifestyles, the two loved each other more than anything and shared this love with baby Strifium. They had few troubles, often finding themselves moving to their Eversong Woods cottage to relax and show their young son the beauty of nature.

The first few years of the boy' life, were very sheltered and caring. His mother took these years of his life off of work, in order to try to keep him a calm, quiet and pleasant baby. He was constantly looking around, smiling and glowing to everyone and everything in the city. His mother used to say that he was in a constant state of awe. When his father would return from work, he would play the lute, to which the baby smiled and clapped along. His parents were quite amazed with the quickness of the child's mind and his behavior.

It seemed so fast, but he had grown into a healthy, young child. He would go outside and play with other children a few years older than he. His mother returned to work, leaving a nanny to care for the boy' meals, clothing and hygiene. At first, he was uneasy about this stranger taking care of him, but soon warmed up to her. He and his friends would stay in their district and play games all day, before returning home. But for Strifium, his father decided it would be time to learn to read and write. So, went the pattern of the next few years. He would go and play with his friends and return home to study. However, unlike most of his friends, whom he soon towered over, he enjoyed the reading and the writing. They all spoke of becoming rangers or other great heroes. Strifium did not want to be a great hero, but he found himself attracted to magic and the use of magic to do more than just, enchant a quill to write for him. By the time he grew into his late-teens, he was quite knowledgeable on Quel'dorian history and a number of other topics. He approached his parents and told them of his plans for the future. He was going to the Magistry to apprentice under one of their magi, learning the art of spellcasting. Although his father was a little disappointed, he allowed his son to do as he pleased. Two weeks later, he was accepted under the tutelage of a magister and left.

Due to being pulled into the Magistry, he lost contact with many of his friends. He spent 90% of his time working with his master and the other 10% sleeping, eating and keeping himself clean. Strangely enough, Strifium loved it. His hard work always payed off and he received praise from his master as he learned to conjure fire, water, ice and pure arcane energy. He spent the next several dozen years studying, until his master decided that it would be time for him to pass his final tests. He was sent to Dalaran, where the pupil of one of his master' rivals trained. Despite being told very little about the man, he knew what the test was going to be.

After arriving in the city, he was greeted by a human, a creature he was not totally familiar with as he had only seen a few in Silvermoon. He was treated well in the city and got himself a nice room overlooking the city. The next evening, Strifium was brought to the dueling hall and was face to face with a middle-aged man. After discussing the rules of the duel, the two began to fire off spells at each other. However, he was surprised to see that the human was taking longer to cast and slower to react. He was disappointed, to say the least. He believed his masterwas trying to challenge him, but this was... A joke. He finished the human by firing an unseen force of arcane energy, knocking the man to his feet. He quickly conjured arcane chains, holding the man to the ground. With that, he left the hall. When he returned to the Magistry, he discussed the topic with his master. He admitted that he simply wished to show that humans were incapable to become magi properly and sent Strifium to prove that. Although Strifium thought it was unfair, he accepted his former master' word as he had become an official magister. The years leading up to the first war were spent doing research and practicing his spellcraft.

The first war began and Strifium, like much of the elven population, ignored it. He simply continued his work under the Magistry as he heard that a token army was sent to help the Kingdom of Stormwind, which ultimately fell. The mage soon decided that he would leave Quel'thalas and make a pilgrimage south, towards Khaz Modan. He was not used to traveling alone nor to not having his riches with him, but he managed. He met many travelers on their own adventures, learning a little of human culture and history along the way, as well as dwarven history. Strifium never managed to make it to Khaz Modan, as he heard of the trolls allying with the Horde in order to burn his forests. Anger welled up inside of him and he warped back to the Magistry. He was late to the party, but it was still going. He was infuriated by these monsters and charged with the Alliance to destroy the Horde in Blackrock Mountain. Despite the borderlands of the forest being destroyed, Strifium did not blame the humans, but certainly didn't love them for the meager army they sent to their aid.

He returned to Quel'thalas and began to help the people rebuild their homes and attempted to fix the Runestone at Caer Darrow. However all the pieces were used by the Horde to build their altars and he gave up on the project. Returning to Silvermoon, he began to help any refugees from the south that he could. He returned to his family or what was left. His father and youngest sister were sent to Stormwind and killed in the battle. They spent some time together, mourning the loss of their youngest sibling and father. However every cloud has a silver lining. Itwas during this time, he met the woman he would marry. Altheria Dawnfire, a lesser noble and a Farstrider. Together, they joined their families and soon became a prominent force in helping those who required it, although Strifium began to spend much time at the Magistry working. Just before the Scourge attack, they were told good news. Altheria was pregnant. Strifium couldn't be happier, that soon he would be a father. But, as the story goes, he would never know.

The Scourge assault destroyed most of Quel'thalas and Silvermoon City. Strifium was working with a group of Magi near the border of what is now Ghostlands. He wished to return to the city to protect his pregnant wife, but was unable to. The Scourge stopped all attempts for him to leave, forcing him to return to his holdout. They held out, his thoughts concentrated on his wife, until they felt a plug had been pulled. As quickly as they could, they hobbled to a hidden location in the destroyed woods and took refuge there. The magi began to suffer withdrawal, going into random seizures and losing their minds. Strifium was no exception, barely able to keep himself sane. The only thing keeping him going was his wife and the will to return to her when he could. Eventually, they began to siphon energy from whatever they could and began to practice meditation. When the Prince returned with the fel energy, he partook in it to feed his addiction. He felt strong once again. The Sin'dorei, as they were now called, took back what was left of Silvermoon from the Scourge. It was a mess, as Strifium desperately searched through the ruins of the city in search of his wife. Nothing was found. His next thoughts were of his family. His manor was, literally, a pile of rubble. If anyone was inside, they were surely dead. Rather than sadness, Strifium began to hate everything. He simply wanted to be thrown into a cell and die alone, angry at the world. He found himself unable to sleep, only enraging him further. During this time, he tried using shadow magics in an attempt to vent his anger. He was caught by friends before he could do anything dangerous and was persuaded to return to his old ways of spellcasting. Although he wasn't pleased, he accepted and returned to brooding. But, the Magistry called and he could not ignore their calls.

He was told that the Prince had betrayed them and that Lor'themar Theronwould be the Regent Lord of Silvermoon. Strifium was hardly surprised by this decision, but was heart-broken that their loving prince would do this to them. Sell them to the Burning Legion... But he was surprised when they brought up the Forsaken and the Horde. Joining with these monsters who had once burned down a portion of their forest didn't sit well with the elf, but he accepted the decision of his higher ups. Not long after that, he was sent to Outland with a detachment of Magisters. He spent a few months in Falcon Watch, studying the entire atmosphere ofthe Peninsula. He felt stronger in this world, literally able to pluck energy from the air as easily as picking an apple from a tree. Although he still mourned the loss of his family and wife, he tried his best to focus on his report and the wonderful area he was in. He returned to the Magistry and was almost immediately sent on to Quel'danas. The Prince was going to use the corrupted Sunwell to summon a demon lord into the world and they could not let that happen. He traveled to Quel'danas and fought demon after demon, protecting the Parhelion Plaza from any escaping demons and felblood elves. He was beginning to tire from the lack of sleep, until suddenly, he felt energy return to him. Spells were easier to cast and he seemed to feel prouder. A messenger raced through the plaza and screamed that the Sunwell had returned. And for the first time in years, the aged elf smiled.

Upon returning to Silvermoon City, he returned to work for the Magistry. He was rather quiet in his work and kept mostly to himself, though he was quite protective of his fellow magisters and offered his advice and aid when they needed. This momentary rest was disturbed by the return of the Lich King. Strifium was glad that they would go north to take revenge on the king of the Scourge. He was sent with Aethas Sunreaver to Dalaran, now located above Crystalsong Woods, and began to work as a Sunreaver Guardian. He worked there, reading from their libraries and quarreling with the nearby quel'dorei. Despite this, he was a protective guardian mage. He offered his services to the Argent Tournament Grounds and worked in their pavilion, supporting the army when he could. He followed the army to the gates of Icecrown Citadel and entered the fortress. Strifium and many other soldiers were stationed at the entrance, stopping any Scourge forces from escaping or sending a counter army. Eventually, they returned from the top yelling that the Lich King was dead and so was Bolvar Fordragon. Although he wished that he could have been there to watch the end of the Lich King, he took their word for it.

He has recently returned to Silvermoon and continues to work for the Magistry, trying to continue to help the sin'dorei with their newfound Sunwell.

Skills and Abilities

Noble Magister

Being a noble and a magister, Strifium has some political pull as well as access to large sums of gold.

First Aid

Strifium knows how to care for and identify wounds, both magical and physical. By no means a surgeon, he can keep someone from bleeding out or injuring themselves further.

Enchanter

The magister is a master enchanter, able to perform enchantments on a multitude of objects quickly and with little effort.

Magic is Powerful

A very experienced spellcaster, Strifium is proficient in all schools of arcane magic.

Magic is Corrupting

Due to his many years of being a mage, he suffers from arcane corruption. The tips of his hair are turning white due to this corruption.

Magic is an Addiction

Strifium is addicted to magic. He has trouble not using it, even when the situation totally doesn't need magic. He meditates daily in order to resist the urge.

Magic attracts the Twisting Nether Like Flies to Honey

Especially in recent times, Strifium's spellcasting and curiosity can lead him into contact with demons. He despises this and destroys them as soon as he sees them, in order to protect himself from their unique brand of corruption.