Anthrion

Anthrion Ironraven
Player	Krilari
Title	<Warden>
Gender	Male
Race	Night Elf
Class	Warden (Warrior)
Age	444
Height	7'2"
Weight	312 lb
Eyes	Silver
Hair	Green
Affilliation(s)	Darnassus, The Watchers, The Ashwatch Vigil
Occupation	Warden
Relative(s)	Kalah (Sister), Beliria (Mother), Relshaz (Father), Eltharias (Grandfather)
Alignment	Lawful
Status	Alive

Player: Krilari

Character Full Name: Anthrion Ironraven

Character In-Game Name: Anthrion

Nickname(s):

Association(s): Darnassus, The Watchers,

Race: Night Elf

Class: Warden (Warrior)

Age: 444

Sex: Male

Hair: Coarse strands of a green hue, tended only to be cut short as to not conflict with his helm.

Eyes: Silver

Weight: 312 Lbs

Height: 7’2”

Skills and Abilities

Blink - Using the Warden’s magics of a belief in due Justice, Anthrion can blink forward a short distance in order to aid him outpace his foes.

Cloak of Knives - The Cloak Anthrion bears holds many knives woven into the fringes. As part of his training, he is able to weave the cloak about in an elegant fashion to bring the blades unto his foes.

Avatar of Vengance - In only the most desperate of times, Anthrion may use his magics coupled with a blood sacrifice to bring upon an Avatar of Vengeance. Such an avatar exists only for a few moments, yet may resurrect any corpses around as Spirits of Vengeance which will aid him in combat.

Cat's grace/ Feather Fall - The Warden's training puts a high value upon agility and speed despite being so heavily clad in armor. By augmenting their bodies with their Justice magics, the Wardens are able to run for longer distances as well as jump from higher lengths without injury.

Shadow Strike - By filling his blade with the lust for vengeance, Anthrion can perform a damaging shadow strike.

Hold Person - A Warden's magic is a maleable art, which allows for the Warden to exert his or her will in a multitude of ways in order to catch their prey. Such a way is a 'Hold Person' spell, which uses the faith in justice to temporarily freeze or otherwise disable their enemy.

Appearance

Clad in layers of plate, Anthrion’s naturally intimidating form is only magnified by the set of foreboding armor that has hence been provided for at the end of his training. Very much similar to the traditional Warden’s raiments, the only difference is that his set is tailored to fit his bulkier male form. Beneath the set of armor lays his muscled form, which had been crafted from years of devotion to martial prowess, and even more so as of recent in his push to make himself a Warden worthy of respect despite his gender difference.

Personality

Being young yet still so fervent for proper justice, Anthrion has forsaken the traditional xenophobic tendencies of his people in order to seek out his targets. Constantly he is in strive not only to bring about justice to those who deserve it, but also to make himself the better. Such a strive is fueled by none other than to be viewed a failure in the eyes of his people given not only the task of the Warden, but the pressure of being one of the far and few males.

History

Birthed as a youngest son to the Ironraven family, Anthrion was greeted with three elder siblings as well as his mother and father. The entirety of the family was healthy, his mother being a disciplined member of the Sentinel army while his father was a respectable warrior by his own means. Much the same his elder siblings would come to follow their parents in their footsteps, and he would be no different. Many days amongst Ashenvale’s brush was spent writing and wrestling bout with one another to the point where none could move due to their fits of exhaustion.

Growing up in the shadows of Ashenvale was overall a simplistic life. When the four children grew too old to simply wrestle they turned about and picked up their own practice blades and bows. From his two elder sisters, one favored the bow while the other the staff. The eldest sibling by only a few years, his brother, would come to favor a set of simplistic fighting claws. When it came for the youngest to pick a practice weapon, he took up what would be similar to his mother’s moonglaive. While the others snickered and jeered at the boy picking up a woman’s weapon, he drew it never the less. And so the four would spar with blunted wooden weapons and arrows tipped with padded cloth. While brutal, Anthrion managed still to hold on and continue training with the difficult Sentinel's weapon to the point where even he could fight with a prowess that matched his sisters.

Time would draw on, and the four siblings would come to part ways. One sister would come to join the Priesthood of Elune, the other becoming a talented Huntress under the Sentinel Army. As for his eldest brother no one was quite sure. Once he reached a proper age to go and fend for himself he swiftly did so, leaving the family for the darkness of the forest instead. And so the youngest was left alone with little options for himself in the world. While the army would fit him best, it would be strictly locked to women only, and thus he was forced to put his practices with a blade to a more mercantile work- which was not all too hard when the third war would come about.

Invading orcs and corruptive demons would all reel about with the coming of the Third War, both of which stunk fiercely with the scent of fel. It would only be a matter of time before the three would lock blades, and so they did in none other than the forest of Ashenvale.

The encroaching Warsong orcs proved to be a fierce enemy for the Sentinel Army, which simply sat idle for many years. It would be upon the fields of hewn trees that Anthrion would meet the vicious warsong clan in combat, the forces constantly clashing blades with one another in small bounts and skirmishes. By this time he had managed to compose a full set of simple steel plate mail accompanied by the traditional moonglaive tied to his fist. While once more he was snickered and jeered at for his choice of weapon, it proved itself effective time and time again.

It seemed that the elves had the upper hands for the most of it, yet they would swiftly find themselves knocked back in shock as the Warsongs would march to a new drum, that of the demons. With the corrupted demon blood coursing through their veins, the chaos orcs rampaged through Ashenvale, tearing through the Night Elven ranks as if it were made of nothing more than twigs and leaves. By the day’s end a retreat was forced, through Anthrion refused to abandon the battlefield without pulling a wounded sentinel off of the field with him. With their demigod torn to shreds by the orcs’ vicious axes, the Night Elves were forced further back into their woodland in order to strategize. Yet luck would fall upon the elves as the orcs turned on their own with the aid of humans, the combined force subduing the enraged orcs and freeing them from the curse of the demon’s blood.

For a short time, there was a lull in the factional combat as all eyes would settle upon the sacred Mount Hyjal. Suddenly there would be sights of humans working with orcs, orcs with elves and elves with humans. A disparate coalition of Horde and Alliance forces brought together by an imminent threat- the Burning Legion. Once again Anthrion found himself amongst the front lines in no official manner, but once more as a blade for hire. He stalked along the ridge, pacing nervously until the demons would near, passing the human and orc camps that had been set in their path. The slaughter of both sides was utterly ruthless as Elves, Orcs, and Humans all pointed their blades to the demons throats and they returned much the same. By the wake of the massive combat a lethargy would draw across the weakened Children of the Stars.

With their immortality drained the Night Elves were left with nothing to do beside pick up the broken pieces of their lives. Once again the arrows would knock and the hatchets would chop as the orcs and elves instantly found themselves at one another’s necks. Anthrion found himself slipping away to the recently-established Darnassus where he would come to meet a rather energetic priestess. Avaria Whiteshroud, as she would be known, gathered Anthrion and many others in order to purge the vile satyr from their lands. To the young warrior it was not just a side job, but it provided an opportunity. Whiteshroud would send a letter of recommendation to the Sentinel Army, who had begun to take male recruits in controlled amount. With such a recommendation from a priestess, Anthrion was brought into the Army with a fair amount of haste.

However the daily routines quickly ate at his time, and forced him to separate from the priestess on graceful terms. Once fully entrenched within the Sentinel Army, it would come that the Watchers became of special notice to the youthful recruit, which made it all the more devastating as it would be found out that they were slain in pursuit of Illidan. And so he sat idle for years, busying himself with the broadening of his weapon profession to cover most basic and traditional weapons.

It would be a good deal of time later, but eventually word reached the young recruit that the infamous Maiev was to return to the gracious city, and so he leapt at the opportunity presented before him and looked to take schooling under the Warden. While not exactly the most enthused to take him in, the schooling of Wardens did take him so, and thus Anthroin learned the lifestyles of the Warden not from Maiev, but instead from one of her followers of long ago that crept from the woodwork.

For months he trained under grueling conditions, put to tests that not even he had thought to expect, yet still he managed to surpass every task, to succeed where others thought him to fail. The day of Maiev’s official return was such a day that the young Warden was crowned with the traditional helm and armed with their weapon of choice- the Umbra Crescent.