Ceredor

Information

Player: Piken

Character Full Name: Ceredor

Character In-Game Name: Ceredor

Nickname(s): Ceredor

Association(s): Night Elves, etc.

Race: Night Elf

Class: Demon Hunter

Age: 1083

Sex: Male

Hair: Dark blue tied into a small pony tail

Eyes: Silver (Cut out, severely burned spots replace his eye sockets and are covered by tradition Demon Hunter bandana.)

Weight: 320

Height: 7'2

Appearance

While he still wears the same old dark color tunic, and pants he did before, he has now added to his wardrobe. A large dark cloak that hangs over his shoulders and covers most of his body(similar to a Warden's cloak in general appearance) and also a long hood that hangs down past his nose and occasionally covering his mouth, shielding most of his face from view. While in 'casual' attire, he is never seen without his long, twin-bladed weapon which he sometimes uses as a walking stick.

When Hunting, he has managed to procure a set of well-made leather armor, colors mixed between reds and browns. Upon his head, a hard leather coif with a metal grating of sorts over his lower face and a sharpened piece of metal jutting out to shield his upper face from view. Under this helmet, he still wears his bandana. While Hunting, he uses traditional Demon Hunter glaives.

Personality

Ceredor has a pretty 'normal' personality, for a Night Elf. His thoughts toward the other races are usually thoughts of worry and skepticism. He rarely trusts the other races, and definitely doesn't enjoy going to their lands, though he'll make exceptions if for the right reason. He can be nice and cheery and comical(depending on who you're asking) when around people he's comfortable with or likes, but when around strangers or other races, he sometimes becomes quiet, choosing to watch them very closely. When angry, he'll sometimes actually take to a much more joking attitude, being all smiley and happy-acting.. But this is usually only when he knows he's unable to truly show his anger or fight if needed.

He cares greatly for his kind and their ways, not a -major- fan to the new changes happening in the Night Elven society, but he'll adjust to most things, but he will not tolerate anyone making fools of themselves and giving the Night Elven people a bad name. He only wishes for the safety and protection of his people, taking it upon himself, like many others, to fight off whatever enemies they can in the forests of Ashenvale, and is willing to sacrifice himself to do so.

He has kept most of his personality traits, when dealing with others. But when he is out Hunting, he lets his anger and rage show, using it to fuel his already-strong determination to better combat his prey.

Overall, he's very good at keeping his temper in check, but when faced with someone who has traces of Fel on them, he risks losing it.

History

Ceredor was born into a pretty normal family. His mother a sentinel, his father a blacksmith. In his family, his father, his father's father, and his father before him all had no innate talent with Druidic magic, all born with silver eyes. Like his fathers before him, he had silver eyes, and instead was to be raised to learn the 'family business', working with weapons and the sort. Ceredor was a pretty normal child, clinging a bit to his mother in his earlier years, rebellious in his later years, that whole thing. After a few years, he began to stay with his father more, and began learning the way of crafting and repairing blades and armor. He was, by no means, an amazing blacksmith but he did well, showing he was eager to work.. Of course, he would sometimes take the weapons and go off and 'play', swinging them around as if he were some legendary warrior, you know how children are. One day, as it was bound to happen, he was found off playing with the weapons, swords becoming his personal favorite, by his mother. At first the woman simply watched with a smile, letting her son enjoy himself for a little longer before a scolding. After a few minutes, she even moved closer and started to show him flaws in what he was doing and fighting, much to Ceredor's surprise. Of course. He was then scolded quite a bit by his father. But, he continued to 'train', if one could call it that. Eventually, his father gave in and decided to give him the bit of knowledge he knew about fighting(working with weapons so long, you tend to learn these things). A deal was struck that his parents would teach him more -only- if he'd work harder and depending on what he got done would depend on how well he did with his smithing. And so.. he did that for much of his life.

As Ceredor grew older and older, he continued working with his father and learning how to use various weapons, still preferring swords over other weapons. He was far from being a master, but he proved to be able to use them efficiently. He exercised and trained himself, building up muscle and all of that goodness to better be fit to fight, should he ever need to. Then the time of the Third War came and, as much as he wanted to, he was not permitted to go off and fight the new green threat destroying the forests. Throughout the entire War, he saw very little combat, but something he did see was how powerful the Burning Legion could be.. How devastating and corrupting. How dangerous it was to his people. After the war, with the new changes to society, he decided to 'move out' and began traveling around Ashenvale, keeping the forest safe any way he could, whether it be attacking Orc lumberer stragglers, or taking down a lone demon. He did whatever he could to keep the forest safe and protected, perhaps feeling guilty that he couldn't do anything during the War. He planned on making up for it.

While trying to thin the numbers of Demons in Ashenvale he ran into a peculiar Blood Elf woman, one Theleniel Skysunder. Seeing that she was a Demon Hunter, a profession he had an odd respect for, he was interested in learning more about her and she expressed interest in training him if he was willing to put aside his racism in exchange for a power to take on the Demonic forces that tainted his beloved home.

His first task was an oral examination, of sorts. He was to study a few scrolls she gave him and test his memorization and knowledge of Demons to his new Master. A thirty question test, which he passed.

After that, he was given two heavily weighted broadswords and told that he would have to live in Naga-controlled ruins for two weeks. He was not allowed to leave the area, nor was he allowed to make contact with anyone there. Accepting this, he did as he was told. He moved stealthily, avoiding direct conflict with many Naga, living off of whatever supplies he could find and training when he wasn't hiding. There was a point where Kaldorei prisoners were taken to one of the Naga's camps inside the ruins. He would have none of this and when the time was right, he attacked the Naga from the shadows and at the same time, Kaldorei Sentinels came to the rescue of their kin. The Night Elven man struck only when he couldn't be seen, but he aided them until the Naga were eradicated, then fled to a different part of the ruins. And this was his first experience in what was a Demon Hunter's work.. the solitude and pain that you cannot be known by those you care for.

Once this trial was on, it was now time for a test of endurance and stamina. An extreme test. He was told to run from Azshara to Steamwheedle Port in Tanaris. No rest, no slowing down. Ceredor nodded, seeing this as another challenge to overcome and, after a few minutes of rest, he would start his run.. This run would last around three to four days, and it was the most strain he had ever put on his body in his life.. At least, up until that point.

After finally reaching the Steamwheedle Port, he was informed of their next movement; The Blasted Lands on the Eastern Kingdoms' continent. He was far too tired to really offer anything witty in response to this. Once preparations were made, they boarded a smaller, but faster ship and headed overseas. The voyage took nearly a week, lucky for them that the weather and winds were perfect for their traveling. Throughout the journey, they spoke on a few subjects, his Master informing him of what they were going to be doing. He nodded and spent most of the week resting and preparing..

Once they made port, the pair traveled to an altar surrounded with many skulls and was generally demonic looking in appearance. This is where Ceredor was given a wicked looking dagger and sent to hunt a certain quarry.. A Felguard. The Kaldorei did as he was told, finding one of the mighty demons and managing to get it to follow him to the altar. In this fight, he was outmatched in a head-on fight, as the Felguard's strength was far superior to his. But he still had his agility and speed, which he used to his advantage and eventually killed the massive brute. The dagger he used collected its blood and then this blood-soaked dagger would be used to carve the bright green tattoo into his purple flesh. Words cannot describe the pain he felt through this process, but throughout the entire thing, he was not to show even the slightest inkling of weakness.. And he did not. As his Mentor continued with her carving, covering most of his body in the erratic pattern that was the tattoo of Rage, he felt himself feeling more and more ill. As she finished, he would start to sink into a comatose state.. and the battle for his very sanity would begin.

Ceredor was locked in constant battle for his mind, body, and soul for a week long stretch, until his eyes would finally open and he would rise victorious. His body now radiating a bright green glow from the tattoo. He would test out some of his new abilities and rest for a short period before being given his next trial.

This time, he would be tasked with retrieving a Void Terror's eye. Just one, and that was. But she did not tell him where or how to find one.. Remembering his studies, though, he would venture through the Dark Portal and spend at least a couple of weeks traveling through Outland to finally find a Void Terror in the Blade's Edge Mountains.. in the center of a Demon encampment and base of operations. After a week or two of studying and surveying, and cleverly setting up an escape plan, the Night Elf would finally go forth to complete his task, leaving with two of the many eyes that covered this demonic beast. Quite happy with his cleverness and skill, he returned to his Master, ready for the next task.

The traditional Demon Hunter feature.. the Sight. Not blindness, but instead the gift of being able to truly hunt Fel-users and demons accurately and efficiently. She explained his task to him.. He must carve out his eyes with the same dagger used to etch his tattoos into his flesh, then pour the foul liquid of the demon's eyes into his eye sockets. And again, not the slightest bit of weakness or hesitation must be shown. And it wasn't. He was as stoic as a statue as he fulfilled this painful task, but as painful as it was, it was nothing compared to that week-long coma, he thought. Once gifted with the Sight and a short bit of rest, he moved, ready to continue his training.

After she taught him of his ability to drain the essence of a Demon, she would guide the still-adjusting fledgling to and through the Dark Portal and informing him of his next trial; surviving in Outland, alone and with no help -at all- for three weeks and traveling to Shadowmoon Valley, again with no help. She told him not where to go, and with that, she left him. And he did as she said, first working on mastering his Sight and moving with it. Then he started traveling and surviving. Due to the difficulty with his sight, the travel would take around a full three weeks, anyway.

Meeting up with his Mentor again, and making a little joke about his trials, he was briefed on his next and final mission; to hunt and kill a Fallen Hunter. A Demon Hunter who has succumbed to his demonic taint. Ceredor wasted no time in leaving for this, and he was more than prepared..

Ready to test his new glaives on a real challenge, he did as his namesake suggests.. he hunted. And once he found his quarry, the stray and lost Hunter, he studied his movements for a short time. He was brutish, almost feral. When Ceredor approached his target, their fight erupted in a clash of metal and feral growls from the other. The fight lasted about three minutes and was very taxing. The other Hunter was more experienced, high on extreme amounts of Fel.. but Ceredor had a clear mind and a strong determination to put this wayward and lost soul to rest.. And he did so with lethal efficiency.

Ceredor looked down at the corpse before him before cutting open his chest and doing as he was told; drinking his prey's blood from his tainted heart. After drinking the corrupted blood and recovering, he met with his Master one last time, who congratulated him on completing his training and then bid him farewell and good hunting. And there was much hunting to be done...

Skills and Abilities

Weapon Skill

Before his training, he was pretty skilled with one handed weapons and was training with double-sided weapons but after his Demon Hunter training, he has become very skilled with heavy one-handed weapons, as well as double-sided weapons.

Demon Hunter abilities:

Tainted Fireball

He has the ability to fire a ball of Fel-fire.

Engulf Blade

He is able to engulf his glaives, or any weapon he holds, in Fel-fire. If he makes the flame too intense, or loses focus, he may burn himself or damage the weapon.

Immolate

He can surround himself in Fel-fire, scorching any and everything within a close proximity. If he loses control or focus on it, he may end up burning himself.

Mana Burn

Something he isn't too experienced with, but is training and working on. He is able to tap into an enemy's magical energy and sap it but his ability with it right now is very limited.

Drain Demon Soul

After weakening/killing a Demonic enemy, he can drain a Demon's very life essence, absorbing it into himself and relieving him of pain and restoring some energy. It also gives him a euphoric feeling, giving him a 'high' feeling. And as a negative, it fuels the demon inside of him evermore to try taking control of his body and soul, so after a Hunt he will try to meditate to suppress it.