Aurelian

Information

Player: Clovis

Character Full Name: Aurelian Sunguard

Character In-Game Name: Aurelian

Association(s): Silvermoon, Blood Knights. The Horde....kinda. Ish.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Paladin

Age: 200

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, simple and neat.

Eyes: Green

Weight: 200

Height: 6'1

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Favors white, red, or golden armor. He has trained mostly with thick plate-mail, though he prefers his armor be augmented with chain-mail as well. He's rather proud of his equipment and keeps his equipment polished, reinforced, and as 'mint' as he can keep it. He tends to his Armor, sword and shield meticulously in the morning, day, evening, night, after every battle and right before bed.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Good.

Other: Aurelian is fiercely Patriotic. While this doesn't necessarily mean he agrees with everything the Sin'dorei do, it does mean that no matter what, he has an immense passion and love for his Homeland and it's people. Silvermoon and the Sin'dorei always come first, even at the cost of his own happiness and or life. He will, on occasion, aid the Horde as a whole, but only when he feels it's beneficial or directly/indirectly going to help his people. He is a smart, loyal soldier with a mind of his own and does not care if his actions make him a hero, or a pariah, so long as it ensures the safety of Silvermoon.

A case of Nature versus Nurture. You can't change what you're born with. Aurelian always had a conscious that gnawed at him. Raised to be patriotic to a fault, He showed all the typical fiery passion and zeal that was expected of him, though after all the trauma he's dealt with over the ages, and the latest shift in regards to A'dal's gift to the Blood Knights, Aurelian has grown more wisened...and perhaps more conflicted in his thoughts, at times. He's killed for his race's dignity and pride, and even fellow Sin'dorei would suffer his wrath when they stepped out of bounds. The stress of being a member of a dying race makes you do regrettable things. Every day is a struggle between what he was raised to believe was right, and what he feels is right. No action goes without a small pinch of self doubt, and it builds up over time. Aurelian is proud and wrathful and equally unsure of his actions at times. He is a man of conflicting thoughts and nature.

History

He came from your most mundane and unimpressive backgrounds. At least by Elf standards. Mother was a Magi and decent one at that. Father was a hunter, and knew a thing or two of magical beasts and magical flesh. A huntsman, a man's man, and apparently a ladies man too, if he had the skill to woo Mother, who, for lack of a better term, was awkward as a 'special' hawk-strider when it came to being social. But damn, she knew magic.

Aurelian was sharp. Not a genius, but he payed attention, showed respect, and committed to his studies and physical training with gusto, even when family was on the move, or trouble had started brewing for the Sin'dorei. Mana addiction never went to a real extreme. He treated it like a daily health supplement. That got you high to boot. He'd make many, many attempts to kick the habit during his life through sheer will power alone, but there was always some kind of disruption around the corner that forced him to give up. The man didn't need a miracle, he needed a lengthy but temporary retirement and a whole lot of self-determination. But it wasn't happening anytime soon.

He was zealous. He was tenacious. He was high on his own dreams more than the mana at this point. He fought like a reckless zealot should of fought during both scourge invasions, and each time, dumb (very dumb) luck saved him from joining the ranks of those he wished to slay. He fought to protect his people and home...And like the others, all he got was more grief.

He was humbled by defeat after defeat after ego crushing defeat. He felt his fire draining. He felt regret. With the loss of the light, The Blood Knights had turned to leaching from a Naaru. Aurelian...was unsure. But he went with it. He needed his power. The unlucky Naaru had it. Aurelian said nothing against his races actions and went down the path with them.

Power. He felt it. He worked tirelessly. He trained. He slayed. Undead, Humans, Kal'dorei, even his own kind who had taken advantage of his mercy and insulted their own race one too many times. He was almost able to block out his thoughts again, almost able to indulge in his addition without shame. And then it all went to hell. M'uru was gone, stolen by the traitor prince. The Blood Knights clawed at specks of the Naaru's dust for energy. It was a sad sight.

But it was a blessing in disguise for him. He had time to think. He contemplated the news of The Blood Knights pledging themselves to A'dal and the Shattered Sun Offensive. He felt a pang of regret. He felt an urge to redeem himself for his actions...

But it's always a slow process. Today, Aurelian prays. He thinks. He focuses. He trains. Well into middle age, He has been humbled significantly. But he is still set in his ways to a point. He still loves his race, his people, his home. He will defend them and their honor and what he believes the Sin'dorei really stand for....not the corruption that slowly ensues around him. Aurelian fights for The Children of the Blood. The Horde is a means to an end. The Alliance is irrelevant. No matter where he goes or what he fights, Aurelian's allegiance lies with one group, and one group only, and he will fight with a tenacity that would humble an orc to defend them.