Drakmian

Information

Character Full Name: Drakmian Ishnar Lightbound.

Character In-Game Name: Drakmian.

Association(s): Silvermoon, The Light of Nova.

Race: Sin'dorei

Class: Paladin (not a blood knight).

Age: 135.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Long Golden hair.

Eyes: Fel Green, as usual.

Weight: 160 (Approx.).

Height: 6'0 (Approximately).

Other: He always wears a necklace taken from the dead body of his best friend, who passed away during the third war. Some of the scars from the third war have still not healed completely, probably because of the tainted blood of demons. He does his normal 1 hour of daily meditation away from his city, so he doesn't get disturbed, to do so he must wake up early and fight his addiction all the way to his meditation place.

Alignment: Lawful Good.

Appearance

Drakmian tends to wear a Plated armor with a hood when he goes to battle, and uses long robes for cities and such. He always wears a weapon with himself, be it a 2 handed sword or a longsword and shield.

Personality

Drakmian is usually a nice person, even though he was asked to join the blood knights and he was tempted to, his own conscience asked him not to, after seeing how they bent the light for their own purposes. He use to be proud of himself and his family, always looking down on other and never caring about other than himself and his friends and family. It all changed after that third war, where he realized that, if he didn't change his attitude, he would never have inner peace. the scars on his back are a permanent reminder of his past actions and of the change he had to undergo.

History

"It all started as a normal day. The sun shined brightly on the azerothian skies, the wind blowed gently on the green fields outside the wonderful Quel'Thalas, and the kids played before the recess on school ended.

As much strange as it may sound, we haven't had any news coming from Silvermoon for 3 days, and there was a weird aura of tension in the atmosphere. Something was just not right. We did not hear them coming until it was too late. The horrible smell of rotting corpses and the dreadful sight of all the undead walking towards our beloved Sunstrider Island leaving their Dead Scar behind their every step.

Prince Kael'Thas Sunstrider acted quickly and casted our army forth to defend the island, while sending messengers off to Stormwind, to ask the aid of our human allies. No help ever came from them, just one messenger with a scroll only to be read by the Prince himself. I have always wondered what it said but im sure it must have been something bad because of the look in Kael'Thas eyes. The fight lasted several days.

Back then i was nothing more than a priest, a follower of the light. I was sent to the frontlines of the battle and i still remember how i chastised all those undead enemies. Some of them where human long ago, others, more small could have been gnomes or dwarves. And others where High elves. The wost part was seeing those Elves, our former brothers who had passed away, coming back to destroy the city they once loved, and to kill the friends they once knew. It was a massacre. After fighting so many enemies and healing so many friends, the constant use of the Light and mana exhausted me as i helplessly felled into the shrouds of darkness.

More than half the population of High elves perished during the Undead incursion, luckily a few of us survived. Those brave elves standed tall after the battle, wounded and almost dead just to find their beloved Sunwell corrupted and destroyed.

Now we, former High Elves and reborn as Blood Elves, with our insanely addiction for arcane magic, still stand against the forces of the darkness, some bending the light for their own personal purposes, others helping to rebuild our beloved kingdom, and others like me, Drakmian Ishnar Lightbound, guardians of the Holy Light, who bow to protect Silvermoon and its allies against the forces of darkness and any other enemy that dares stand on our path."