Teremun

Information

Player: Etmosril

Character Full Name: Teremun Surus'ilamar

Character In-Game Name: Teremun

Nickname(s): Ter

Association(s): Deepriver Labs, Silvermoon, the Horde, and Undercity in the order from most to least important.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Priest

Skills and Abilities:

Sound Block/Silence: Teremun can (and often does) use Light shields to block loud noises.

Dual Specialization: He favors Light, but can use Shadow at will.

Summon Shadow-beast: He tends to 'summon' various kinds of Shadow creatures. None of them are combat-oriented, rideable, or especially powerful.

Age: 130.

Sex: Male

Hair: White-blond, long, and tidily kept.

Eyes: Fel green. Quite dull by a Blood Elf's standards.

Weight: 159 lbs

Height: 5'10

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Appearance

Sensible clothes, in his preferred colors of silver, blue, yellow or black. He hates robes as much as his coworker, and has a tendency to 'borrow' her overcoats whenever he's doing something which require them. He also likes cloaks but never seems to have any around - probably due to the coworker stealing clothes right back. It's a regular clothes war they have.

Teremun is, to put it delicately, not in the best physical condition. His clothes hide the worst of it - torso nearly covered from hip to collarbone by scar tissue, and a missing chunk of flesh on his left arm - but they limit his mobility badly. He can barely kneel or bend over to pick up things. The more visible things such as his mauled left hand and the mass of scars on his neck go entirely undisguised.

Has trouble manipulating utensils with his left hand, and tends to use his (less accurate) right hand instead.

Usually wears a sapphire-and-gold pendant underneath his robes.

Personality

A retiring sort of person. He prefers silence to conversation, industry to leisure, and courtesy to rudeness. He has an extremely strong work ethic, and usually pursues priestly and scientific interests at the same time. Unfortunately, it also has the effect of making people think it's all he does.

Much of the time, he seems one-dimensional to the point of dullness. He doesn't go on adventures, holds no visible strange views, doesn't associate much with other races, tolerates no personal drama and is nigh unshakable in his faith to the Light. He also leaves little in his life to chance. Although he doesn't go out of his way to change events he dislikes, he certainly prepares for them. Maybe a little more than necessary.

His interest in the sciences and helping others has led him to co-found Deepriver Labs, and serve as a healer. In situations of need, he's also a decent surgeon. He seems to have acquired the paperwork and stock replacing duties as well. At the behest of his coworkers, he also keeps a Shadow-based creature around as a mascot. The most recent of those is a Shadow-murloc.

The ability he has to use Shadow is not based on his outlook. It's taken on by force of will and the acknowledgement that it's a necessary evil. He uses it mainly for healing purposes on Death Knights and Forsaken. As might be expected of someone able to force himself into power, he's immensely stubborn. Usually to his own detriment, though he's helped many others because of it.

Extremely well-read. Regardless of his location and status, he always tries to remain up-to-date on politics and arcane or scientific breakthroughs. He can get a little irritable about it too: usually if he goes without, or anyone dares ask him why. He also enjoys jewelcrafting and alchemy, although he would never admit to either.

He's semi-tolerant of most races (with the exception of Draenei and Forsaken, both of which he finds interesting). He dislikes speaking Common, which limits his communications with them.

Hates loud noises.

History

Teremun was born in Silvermoon. His mother and father both compromised to take care of him, with his father more often taking the duty. But when he was old enough to walk and run, that was where it ended. Teremun was a flighty, easily upset child, and Remmao - who was still the usual caretaker - held a job as a gamekeeper of Eversong.

By the time his sister was born, it seemed he was destined for the path of a mage. He was obviously intelligent, and eager to learn, all the while ignoring the matters of athletics and physical health. While Lene was out hunting with her father, Teremun was furthering his own education. He was best in the physical sciences - the hows of Azeroth. This didn't dissuade his other interest - religion - which answered the whys. They were two sides of a coin to him; a complement which might have contradicted its own existence. While he had a strong aptitude towards the Arcane, he chose to enter the priesthood instead.

He kept up with his education while learning more of the Light's aspects. If he'd been a Magister instead, such an obsession might have been expected. But for a priest? It was definitely strange. Over time, the belittling of his peers and sister began to chip away at his happiness. Many who knew him considered him a shut-in, weakling, and too snobbish to behave like a 'normal' elf. The part about weakness was the worst. Teremun went from ignoring people who behaved like that, to shutting them off completely. He stopped visiting his family, held his friends at arms length, and eventually stopped leaving Dalaran.

How he first discovered Shadow is somewhat a mystery, even to him. From first witnessing it and writing about it as a required aspect of his studies, he went to seeking it out. Curiosity? Maybe. But the path was always an insidious, alluring one: daring a student to go further, simply to see the outcome. When - years later - he saw how far he'd been drawn in, it was too late. He was already convinced that it would do no harm.

It was soon after this 'conversion' to Shadow that he met Thanaetheri. She was a healer-in-training in Dalaran as well, and they ended up working together more often than not. General camaraderie on the job became friendship. Eventually, after the Second War, they returned to Silvermoon and opened a medical practice together.

Before long, he was too busy for any of his old pursuits. He had work in the Church and Deepriver Labs to think of before all else. He'd been aimless and unhappy without a goal. Now that he had one, everything was looking up. His skill in Shadow went unused for months at a time.

Being a priest rather than a fighter, he helped evacuate the city during the Siege of Silvermoon. In later months, his placement somewhere in the western half of the city would develop its own questionable distinction: he was the only one in his particular group to make it out alive.

He ended up out of the city ruins within three days of the attack. Although he'd been mangled almost beyond recognition, he spent the rest of his Light on healing as many of the wounded as possible. The time between the Siege and reconstruction passed in much the same way: helping the survivors all the means available to him. He made it several months before succumbing to the lack of Arcane, and draining Fel alongside the rest of his kind.

Every possibility of adventure went ignored by Teremun in the following years. He was not a hero, never had been, and wasn't particularly interested in becoming one.

He met enough Forsaken in Silvermoon during the reconstruction that he began developing an interest in them. How did they work? What did they believe in? He quit the Lab for a few months for studying purposes. This led him to Undercity with Thanaetheri (whose father was undead), where they stayed for long enough to strain their welcome. He also learned of the existence of the Cult of Forgotten Shadow.

Everything went right back to normal once they returned to Silvermoon. And - barring the occasional disaster, or scatterbrained idea - it seems to be staying that way.