Athertin

Information

Player name: dannyhero.

Character full name: Athertin Venir Pallis

Character in-game name: Athertin.

Nickname(s): None.

Associations: Warlocks, Circle of Discord, Dark Magic users, Evil things.

Race: Human(Dalaran)

Age: 34

Sex: Male

Eyes: Brown with a hint of fel-green. Would look hazel at a glance.

Height: 6' even.

Weight:160 lbs.

Appearance

Robes, loose and baggy. Usually hooded. Covered in mud and dust to hide his appearance. In public he generally looks like a beggar.

Personality

Early in his life he was prone to hypnomanic tendencies, quick speaker, quick thinker, energetic and it made him rather popular when he was studying in Dalaran for being the "man of action" but his condition soon worsened and he is now often irritable, unable to sleep and is often distracted by unimportant thoughts. His own "reality" the only thing with much bearing. He has become quite selfish and single minded, apathetic to others feelings and desires. He has the qualities of being active and spontaneous, bursting with anger or excitement at something tiny. He tends to enjoy the company of people who match his pace and need for excitement. He deludes himself that his quest to bring magic to an apex is for the good of mankind, and it possibly is, but it is hard to tell behind his erratic behavior and power seeking tendencies. He wants to topple the status quo and create a new foundation where fel magic and necromancy is accepted for the good it can do in the world, but this might be a cover for his burning desire for revenge against the Kirin Tor.

History

He was the son of a mage, as his father was, his childhood not very eventful other then his father thrilling him with the idea of magic. The power of magic to make food, bring life and protect from the elements. Young Athertin saw that magic was the key, and it opened the door to a higher existence. So he was more then willing to be sent to Dalaran to study. He excelled through his classes by hard work more then talent and had a natural affinity for study. He would hardly sleep from the time he spent reading, but was rather social he enjoyed going out and playing games, his head full of new ideas and theories on philosophy and the applications of magic sometimes he would get into arguments with his professors, but did his best not to overstep them. He'd sometimes look for reasons to debate with his peers, attempting to broaden their understanding of what the world was, and how it could be fixed. Soon his thirst for knowledge led him down dark paths...

He used illegal means to acquire books left by the orcish warlocks from the last wars. Bribing librarians and soon diving into the grittier corrupt host that lies within Dalaran. He would spend days, sometimes weeks locked in his room without sleep, just reading and wasting candles to their bases. His study forced him to learn the orcish language, but eventually he trans-versed all the text and copied them into common in his note book. He began to drift further from people and acquired strange habits, a physical need to inspect most things he came in contact with, touching, smelling tasting, he did his best to be subtle about it. His study soon turned to practice, and that his when those closest to him became concerned and found out about his misdeeds. The first was a school-mate of his, who startled Athertin when he forgot to lock his door, the result was a burning body and more questions. He tried to flee, but was caught by the guards before he even left the streets. He attempted to fight his way out, but he was weak, and the wizards sent after him easily countered his magic. Thrashing and yelling he was taken away to their cells to await his trial.

He was taken before the mage council of Dalaran for his crimes, demonology and fel magic were strictly forbidden as well as the murder, but Arthas and his horde of undead were already marching on Dalaran now, the council was called away to defend the city and Athertin was thrown into the dungeon, if it was not for the undead's seige, he would not have had the door to his cell broken for his chance to escape. It was risky going out into the forest infested with undead, but if he stayed he would die for sure. He used what magic he had, losing his notebook and having little more then what his memory contained hid and fought his way south to Stormwind. The journey was hard with much land to cross and enemies at his heels. He took a knife and scared his own face, including stabbing out an eye, in order to alter his appearance if any would be hunters were convinced he did not die during the siege.

Since he's made connections with like minded spell casters, practicing in secret and organizing. He has a hobby or attempting to track down items of magical power and return them to these dark gatherings to bolster their power and knowledge. Tomes and staves, enchanted weapons. He spends most of his time out and about dressed as a beggar, gathering information and regents for their spells. Staking out graveyards to know where the freshest and strongest corpses are. A devout of the policy of freedom and choice, he tries to spur a revolution to reclaim the world for magic users.