Daeron

Information

Player: Rubykuby

Character Full Name: Daeron Sunslash

Character In-Game Name: Daeron

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): The Ebon Blade, Sin'sholai

Race: Blood elf, but he can be considered forsaken for he was freed from the Lich King.

Class: Death Knight

Age: 150 at death.

Sex: Male

Hair: Long, black hair

Eyes: His eyes emit a blue glow

Weight: 150lbs (68kg)

Height: 6'3" (190cm)

Other: He has a very pale skin, as if there flows no blood through his veins... Which is actually true.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance

Daeron usually wears armour with a dark feeling about it, covering his whole body.

Personality

Daeron is a very cold person. He makes "friends" at one point, he abandons them later as he finds needed. Unreliable he is without a doubt. He cares about little for he is dead. But he should not be regarded for stupid, he does whatever suits him best, and actually knows what suits him best most of the time. Him being cold, frost is the magic he practises. It's a very calm magic he can keep up with, and at times, he enjoys the powers granted to him, although it came with a price. And at the same time, he's disgusted by the fact he's dead. But he still lives in some sort of way and has a purpose.

Daeron trusts very few. All he knew have betrayed him. The night elves have, the humans have, and with the events of the Sin'sholai, even the Horde dared betray him. Although he can walk around the streets of Silvermoon, he doesn't feel at home there. Once it was, but ever since he had this smell of death around him, people usually frown at him. The only people he dares trust are the blood elves and forsaken. Both of the races have a hatred for the Lich King and have no reason to betray each other. But the ones he trusts most are the Knights of the Ebon Blade. He's loyal to them until his second death.

History

Daeron lived in Quel'Thalas, loyal to the high elves. He was born in Sunslash House, a rather small family who located itself at the eastern part of Quel'Thalas. During his time, he had learnt how to wield a sword to become a hunter. His father was keen on seeing Daeron grow out to a hunter that hunted down huge beasts. Himself, he didn't really care, there was peace in Quel'Thalas after all, apart from some Amani trolls attacking from time to time. However, these were no match to the elven guards.

As time passed, Daeron proved to be a resourceful fighter. No more, no less. The feeling of killing was enough satisfaction for him, although most of his prey were small beasts. The huge beasts were found far south, where only few high elves dared venture. Quel'Thalas was the place to be after all. Yet then, his family couldn't really live without Daeron. He was only child and supplied most of the family's food. His father was a magician and his mother couldn't really fight.

Years later, rumours of some "First War" went. As if this world didn't know any wars. These humans who aided with the Amani trolls seemingly got into some trouble. It didn't really bother Daeron nor the rest of the High Elven people. But not soon after, the First War ended and rumours of the Second War were there. All nonsense, although he had heard of savages close to Quel'Thalassian borders. At his next hunt, Daeron decided to take a look. Curiosity was breaking. From far away, he saw some primitive encampment which looked like an Amani encampment. Well, one high elf could take some of these trolls, so these so-called orcs shouldn't be too much of a problem either.

But he was wrong, the orcs decided to attack the southern parts of Quel'Thalas. Most if not all high elven guards were sent there to fight, with human support. Even Daeron's father decided to fight, which was a rare occurrence. After some heavy fights, the orcs had pulled back, but the signs of their destruction were noticeable. A third of the forests of Quel'Thalas was burned down. The high elves slowly started to recover as another threat ventured close. The Scourge invaded, and they crossed Sunslash's House. Two abominations were sent to kill what was inside the house. These being all of the Sunslashes. As they entered the house, Daeron and his father took a defensive stance as his mother searched for cover. One of the abominations mauled into his father, who was knocked back. Dead. Daeron stabbed his sword into the abomination's gut several times. It fell down and died, seemingly for its second time. The other abomination, however, grabbed Daeron by his throat and pushed him to the wall. It gave Daeron a heavy punch against his temple. Dead. Not soon after, his mother died.

His body was pulled out of the house, thrown on a bunch of other bodies. As the Scourge had succeeded at Silvermoon, they returned to the pile of bodies. They were not yet rotting, but there was this penetrative smell of blood. A few of the bodies were taken with them on a wagon, including Daeron. After a while, the Scourge and the wagons had arrived at Icecrown Citadel in Northrend. Here, the dead victims were revived by necromantic magic. The Lich King and some high-ups were to decide who were fit to become a death knight.

Daeron looked around, the place was filled with death. He tried to speak but was unable to. All that came out of his mouth were grunting sounds. Undead minions filled the place, but somehow, Daeron didn't fear them. He felt like he should, but he didn't. A human in heavy armour walked up to him. He didn't say a word, yet Daeron started to follow him. The human lead him to a pile of armour. Without one hint, Daeron knew he had to equip it. With quite some effort, he had it equipped. The human turned to a pile of swords now, and so did Daeron. Again, without a single hint of the human, the dead high elf and human walked up to the pile of swords. The human picked up one and held it out for Daeron.

Daeron took a steady hold of it. This sword was light, sharp, and anything a good sword should be. Was it magic or was it just superb forging? Daeron didn't know, nor could he set his mind upon thinking about it. He turned to a dummy and swung the blade towards its head. It had gotten stuck in the middle of the head, but swiftly Daeron retracted it. He looked closer at the sword, it was a long sword compared to other, but no additions to the sword could be seen, that said, the sword looked rather boring.

The human led Daeron to a runeforge, it seemed complicated, but somehow, he just crafted the blade, as if it was nothing. Whether he chose it himself or not, frost was the primary rune on the blade. It felt cold, but satisfying. Daeron felt like he could kill the world with one single blade. He returned to the dummy, destructing it. He did not remember anything, his mind was twisted, aiming to cause death. Death to all that lives.

Days passed and his mind became more twisted. He fought in Northrend, causing death to creatures that lived, no idea why, but it was good to do so. As if the runeblade spoke to him, and as if the Lich King himself was part of the runeblade. He was a death knight, chosen by the Lich King.

But at the battle at Light's Hope Chapel, that rapidly changed. His mind slowly turned back to its non-twisted form, he no longer felt the presence of the Lich King. He tried moving his leg by himself, and succeeded. A lot of things suddenly became clear. But there was one thing that he couldn't get his mind off. He was free! Quickly, he left for the coast, walking over the water to the far north, to Quel'Thalas.

Days had passed, but one who is dead requires no rest. As he finally arrived in Quel'Thalas, he noticed something different. The eyes of the high elves had changed. They were no longer blue, they had become green. How long had he been gone? Well, it didn't matter, they were still high elves, weren't they? Time told Daeron the situation of the blood elves, formerly high elves. So, they were allied with the orcs who once destroyed their lands? But what was most important, more had been free from the Lich King. He left for the Undercity.

Here, he spent some time to realize what happened, but not too soon, the Scourge attacked. Daeron aided in its defense, slightly. It was quite the fight, with success for the forsaken. Daeron knew he should act further against the Scourge. He picked up his dusty runeblade and he left the Undercity. He headed for the Ebon Hold, signing up to take orders. Today, he still works for the Knights of the Ebon Blade, taking orders and aiming to aid in defeating the Lich King.