Althorai

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Player: Bounty-Hunter

Character Full Name: Al'thorai Flamehawk

Character In-Game Name: Al'thorai

Nickname(s): Kitten

Association(s): None

Race: Sin'dorei

Class: Death Knight

Age: 187

Sex: Male

Hair: Blood Red and tied back in an unkempt pony tail

Eyes: Glowing a Runic Blue

Weight: 168 lb

Height: 6'5"

Appearance

He is, always, seen wearing his armor which consists of dark metal which is akin to an iron maiden. The armor has spikes on the interior, six on each side of his torso, which is placed in even areas around his body which would not restrict movement or cause any serious lacerations of his flesh. His right gauntlet has metal claws protruding from each fingertip.

Other: There is a black tattoo of one of the runes of his runeblade on his tongue. It is completely cosmetic and does nothing special.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Al'thorai loves power. He enjoys whatever power he has over people and their wills, he loves to cause people pain and he loves even more for them to wish him to do such a thing to them. Because of such, despite being a rather sadistic guy and enjoying causing pain and suffering, he would prefer for them to beg and plead for him to do so. He does this by teaching them how to enjoy it, only to make them crave it and being unable to stay away from him. These people are, affectionately, called his 'pets'.

This man is your average racist Sin'dorei, he hates Kaldorei and rather dislikes many of the Alliance races, enjoying the company of other Sin'dorei most of all. However, he seems to view other Death Knights, no matter what race, as his brothers and sisters. He does this because not only have they suffered as much as he did, but they are, despite their views, very much alike him as Death Knights generally enjoy chaos and suffering.

History

Al'thorai was the first born of four children to a family of rangers with one younger brother and two younger sisters. His younger brother was named Aurel Flamehawk. Always through his childhood, he and his siblings were close and he was always the one who looked out for all the others. Both him and his family lived in Farstrider Square as their parents were both part of the Farstriders. As such, they were often out on assignments but this didn't worry them, they always had each other and remained as close as they could be.

As they all grew up, one of his sisters took the path of magic while he, his other sister and his younger brother followed in their parents footsteps and all took up training to be rangers. He was the first one to begin his training and, as such, he gained the most attention and grew his abilities in both swordsmanship and archery. Al'thorai was the one who was given the task of showing his younger siblings how to grow in each talent yet it seemed they were more natural either holding a bow or swinging a sword.

Liviana, that was her name. The sweet, innocent and beautiful mage. That's the person who Al'thorai met one day and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Each and every day he kept thinking of her and talking to her. Not once could he take his mind off her and before long they became lovers. The hunter and the mage. They kept close for the years during their training, Al'thorai was the first to finish his own while Liviana had much more training to complete before becoming a full fledged mage.

The First War was the first time Al'thorai had the chance to gain experience in the field of full scale combat. He was placed into a team of Farstriders while his brother, Aurel, was in a separate team. Aurel's group did well to stay out of combat during the First War; Al'thorai's, however, weren't as lucky. During one of their attacks they were ambushed by Orcs, leaving many of them injured, some of them dead. Al'thorai gained the worst injury of them all: He lost his right arm to one of the brutal greenskins.

Upon his return home, grasping where his arm use to be, he came upon the news that Liviana, his lover, was pregnant. The happiest part of this news which he received was that it was his child, he knew it was. Now no longer needed for battle, he spent all his time around her, making sure that she was fine and kept her company throughout the pregnancy. He stayed by her side during the birth and was there holding his baby daughter in his arm, now knowing what his remaining arm was to be used for. His family.

As the Second War came, Alt'horai could do nothing for the soldiers fighting and thus he stayed behind and remained safe with his own family. However, his brother, Aurel, came back in a state that would leave him out of the remaining duration of the war and confined to a bed for quite some time. Seeing him like this worried Al'thorai but he was glad, too, as he kept both of his arms, although he was badly wounded he would recover. Unlike himself.

With the Alliance's victory over the Horde, the lands once again fell into a time of peace. He spent this time with his family, making sure his child grew up healthy and strong and his lover, now wife, remained happy too. That they did, they were happy, Aurel was making a full recovery and both of his sisters were keeping out of trouble. It remained like this for many years, although there were a few small problems during this time, most of it was good for all of them. That is, until the Scourge came.

It didn't take long for Al'thorai to learn of the Scourge when they entered the land of Quel'thalas. It also didn't take long for them to start to ransack the land with no rest. As each Elf fell, the Scourge gained another soldier. Their army was endless. At first, he never believed they would of reached Silvermoon, by the time he found out they could it was already too late. The forces of the dead swept through the streets like a plague, destroying everyone in their way. Killing one and all, even his sister, his child, his wife and himself.

While this may have been the end for some, it was not for him. A certain few Necromancers in the Scourge had a lovely hobby, collecting bodies and turning them into dolls to decorate their estate. Al'thorai was one of the many bodies they decided to horde together and bring back, they viewed him as a project to work upon. That they did. While he had no right arm, they simply cut one off another worthless corpse and sewn it onto where his once use to be. Then, they gained armor for him, armor which was made to be put onto a corpse, this armor impaled Al'thorai six times in the front of his torso and six times in the back, making sure it remained on. Lastly, they showered his body with necromantic energies to make sure both him, and the other dolls, did not rot too quickly.

He remained as such, sitting upon a dark throne, nothing more than another piece of art in that home. Sitting there for year after year until came the era of the Death Knights, the Third Generation as they were called. Nothing more then shock troopers, they took everyone they could of got. The Necromancers, still in service of the Scourge, now looking as if they were undead themselves, decided to take a piece of their art off the shelf and give it to their masters. This one piece ended up being the corpse of Al'thorai Flamehawk.

Once the ritual was finished, the only response given by the man was the opening of eyes, glowing a runic blue. He was now part of the Scourge. As a Death Knight he fought mindlessly and with no heart, slaughtering the innocents alongside his brothers and sisters. Not only did he not care, he relished the feeling of blade tearing through flesh, as a warrior, he loved it. However, he only fought for so long, and as the Knights of the Ebon Blade regained their freedom, so did he, and he joined them.

Now filled with hatred for the Lich King, he once again fought with his brothers and sisters against the Scourge. He never forgot the feeling of power he had while he was with the undead menace, the feel of carving at flesh with metal, and such a love carried through to his freedom. Power, he wished for nothing more than power over people. After the fall of the Lich King, he felt he no longer was required to fight and decided to pursue this wish of his, no matter what the cost. Power was all he needed.