Aenstus

Information

Player: WindZealot

Character Full Name: Aenstus Rela'moris Sinaviel

Character In-Game Name: Aenstus

Nicknames:Aen, A.R, The Elf with the Worg.

Association(s): Undercity, Silvermoon, The Horde, Few people.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Hunter

Age: 200.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Black. He tends to keep it wearing the falcon hairstyle.

Eyes: Fel Green

Weight: 123 pounds.

Height: 6'1/Scale 1.04

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Aenstus normally wears a set of leather armor wherever he goes. Although various details may be absent from them at times. The set also has at least some red in it. Very rarely will Aenstus ever be seen wearing normal clothes.

Personality

Aenstus behaves rather sporadically towards many of the people he meets. To some, he can come off as a bit of a slacker, or a smart aleck, or just a very grumpy elf. To the people he trusts, he shows to actually care about them, and would try to watch out for the person. On the inside, he can be a bit of a softie that questions almost, well, everything. Otherwise, he can rarely be found asking himself, "I'm 200 years old. I spend my days running around with a runt of a worg. What am I doing with my life?"

History

Aenstus was born to a scholar (Mother) and a soldier (Father.) His mother payed quite a regard to him, but he was mostly raised by his father. He remembers his father as a brilliant parent who encouraged him to do what was right, and would rather spend time with him than his mother. When he was 80, his sister was born. Aenstus and Varyis shared a close bond, often doing several things together. Close to a century later, during the First War, when Aenstus first heard the news, he, and his sister, asked their mother how many had died. They were promptly grounded. This rooted them both with a passionate distrust of their mother.

Oh, how lovely it would be when the Second came around. Aenstus' father had left to help fight in the war, leaving him, and his little sister, with their mother, who was…beginning to become mentally unstable, due to her studies. Now, see, when his father returned, he was…very different. Once a jovial man, he had become bitter, brooding, and all of that. Aenstus' mother took this as a final straw, and divorced him. Father received custody of the son, vice versa for Varyis. This marked the part where Aenstus just decided to go on long trips through Eversong, and what a surprise, he ran into his little sister. Many times. They'd use that time to, well, catch up on things. Aenstus' father would also use this time to instruct Aenstus on the basics of combat, and more. He learned to wield a sword with deadly efficiency. He learned how to utilize leather and mail effectively, but found that plate was a bit too heavy for him. Well, so much for that. He'd also take up polearms, in case he ever had to use one to survive, as well as a bow and it's counterpart, the crossbow.

Then, the Scourge attacked, Aenstus simply fled like all the others, despite all of that, and he heard his father hadn't made it out alive. However, his sister, and much to the chagrin of both of the Sinaviel siblings, their mother had. Aenstus departed Quel'thalas, not knowing of the addictions soon to come. The pain hit him hard, and eventually, he returned to Silvermoon, seeking an answer as to WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING. Eventually, he located someone who could actually explain what was going on with the elves, and why their eyes were green. They had sated their hunger with fel crystals. Aenstus siphoned a fel crystal, and became a blood elf, departing once again soon after.

Aenstus traveled around the world for a while, doing some odd jobs along the way for coin, and, after learning of the Blood Elves siding with the Horde, took to Kalimdor, visiting the major cities to get acquainted with them. It was in Ogrimmar, though, where he learned that sometimes, coincidence can be helpful. He had bought some food, and that food had included a piece of meat, during his stay. By chance, he had come across a lone worg pup, that appeared to be a runt. Feeling a bit sorry for the fellow, he set down his bag, took out said piece of meat, and offered it to the pup. Said pup DEVOURED it. Aenstus would go back to the inn he was staying at, and the next day, found that the same pup he had fed was following him. He named the pup Soval, and adopted it. That pup followed him everywhere, and eventually, it became an adult worg. Aenstus eventually grew to wandering both continents, Soval accompanying him. As such, the Shattering affected him. Everything had changed. Everything was different. So, adapt and survive.

With a few precarious events coming to pass that involved Aenstus coming into possession of a cursed dagger, you would think this elf would catch a break. He did, in death. He did not die without knowledge that he had a son with his longtime friend and lover, Adelithe Skyfire. He spent the last few sane days of his life with her and his son, Ereneas, as a family. The closest thing to a family they'd ever be, even as the dagger's curse slowly whittled away at Aen's sanity.

He died a lunatic in the woods. His best friend and Ereneas put him out of his misery, and the man is at peace now. Adelithe soon joined him in the afterlife.

Till death do they part, indeed.