Duneth

Information

Player: Morhana

Character Full Name: Duneth Lae'taonel Vanos

Character In-Game Name: Duneth

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Warlock

Age: 655

Sex: Female

Hair: She has somewhat curly, pitch black dyed hair that reaches down to the small of her back.

Eyes: Moss Green

Weight: 110 lbs.

Scale: 0.94

Height: 5' 5"

Appearance

This short and slender Sin'dorei usually wears her gold and crimson robes, decorated with green gems. She refuses to wear anything less than the finest black shoes and gloves while in her robes, accompanied by a black leather choker with a large red gem in the center of it. At almost all times, she wears a sweet fragrance to compliment her high class of dress. She wears a gold circlet to compliment this outfit, as well as a large fel-forged crimson dagger by the name Raz'Ahran on her belt.

Duneth is rarely found in different garments consisting of a well-fitting Sin'dorei decorated vest and trousers with matching boots and bracers. Her black choker would be visible in this outfit, though the gem would be separated, floating above her head in a flaming crown. Duneth has intricate black tattoos covering her upper body, which would likely only be seen in this outfit.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Duneth walks with grace and elegance, an aura of confidence about her at all times. Duneth seems to radiate happiness at any given time, occasionally picking a person out of the crowd to flirt up a storm. She generally sees anyone not of the Sin'dorei to be lesser beings. In general, she dislikes everyone with only few exceptions, though you might not notice from how cheerful she acts.

History

Duneth Lae'taonel , daughter of Goldor "The Wolfhowl" and Laindis Vanos. In her early years, Duneth was brought up primarily by her mother, as her father was not often around to raise the girl. Without any sort of father figure around for the majority of her life, the girl grew to be distrustful of most people, even in childhood. In her eyes, if her father couldn't be trusted to be there to raise her, how could anyone else be trusted for any reason at all?

Duneth started training from her youth to control magic, as she seemed to have a sort of affinity for the art. It was during this training that Duneth met her mentor, one of the few people she felt she could trust. Over the course of her training, a sort of friendship grew between the two. Throughout her training, Duneth even seemed happy. She was quite proud to show off everything she learned from her mentor. Duneth's power grew quickly from her training as she mastered spell after spell over hundreds of years, in which time her mentor became much like a father to her.

On the day of his six-hundred-thirty-fifth year of birth, Duneth's mentor came to her in the woods of Quel'thalas bearing a gift. He held out a nicely decorated wooden box, handing it to Duneth. "A gift, to celebrate your skill as a master of the arcane." The elder man spoke. Duneth accepted the gift, opening the box to reveal a large red gem laid in a black choker. "I once wore this gem to channel my power. To assist my control of magic." Duneth fastened the choker around her neck, looking up to her mentor with a smile. It was then that her mentor noticed the book Duneth had been reading. A book on dark magic. This day marked Duneth's descent into darkness.

"My Mentor, your training has brought me far, indeed. But not far enough, it would seem. I was approached in my sleep... Or rather, in dream. In this dream, a figure spoke to me. A figure shrouded in blackness. It called out to me. It's words... strangely alluring. It spoke of power. Power to strike down my foes... To destroy those that would harm me, those that would command me, that would speak at me... judge me. This dark figure spoke of Raz'Ahran the Crimson, a dagger forged of twisted steel and lost souls, bathed in dark blood. This dark figure read to me of a black tome, written in the tongue of demons. This dark figure cast these artifacts aside, grasping me by my arms, shaking me awake. As I rose from my bed that night, my Mentor, I saw the black figure... This time, though, the figure held form... A beautiful woman."

A horrified look fell over her mentors face as she spoke. "She stood before me clutching Raz'Ahran the Crimson in one hand, and with the other hand, she gifted me her black tome, but I could not take my eyes off of her, my Mentor. She was beautiful. She told me of the power I would be granted, should I drink of her blood, and I would not be denied this power, my Mentor. I witnessed her glory as she cut her palm with the crimson dagger. She placed the dagger in my hands and took me into her arms, my Mentor. She lifted her beautiful hand to my mouth and let me drink of her blood. It was... Glorious."

As her mentor's look turned to one of anger, Duneth rose to her feet, clutching her crimson dagger. "I will not have your judgemental eyes upon me!" Duneth spoke, her voice enraged "You! All of people demand righteousness of me! I am Duneth Lae'taonel Vanos, and I will not be commanded by your pathetic form!" The gem of her choker began to glow, freeing itself of the black band and taking a place over her forehead. "I am greater than you!" the gem burst into flame, creating a sort of flaming crown above her head. In her rage, Duneth stabbed her terrified mentor, but that was not enough. She ensured that her mentor would suffer in his last moments. Suffer for placing his judgement on Duneth. "Suffer! Burn!" Duneth placed her hand on her mentor's throat, setting the man ablaze. She cackled maniacally as her fallen mentor turned to ash. Duneth stood before the remains of her mentor. She grinned with an evil and twisted look on her face, speaking to the pile of ash.

"It was this day three-hundred-fourty-two years ago, dear Mentor, that I began theorizing the use of magic to further my own needs. Why, I wondered, must I let others command me? Why, I asked myself, should others have the right to judge me? Why? They do not deserve my power. It is mine, what right do they have to it? This is why, dear Mentor, I have sought out stronger magic. Fire. It is powerful, it consumes all, and bows to none. It reigns fearlessly, but it is not the power I seek. Not on it's own, no. With the opening of the Dark Portal in the south, it's come to my knowledge that there is an even greater power that exists. A power with which I shall be able to increase my own strength and control of magic exponentially."

In the following years, Duneth continued down a path of dark magic and fel energy. It wasn't long before the Scourge made their attack on Quel'thalas. Duneth was one of the few survivors of the attack, though her mother had not been so lucky. In the heat of the attack, Duneth abandonned her mother to make her own escape from the city, fleeing everything she had known.

In her time wandering, she eventually met her father, for the first time in many years. The two lived together for several years. They remained mutually agreed that they were hardly family at this point. This freedom between the two allowed Duneth to continue her study of fel magic without judgement from her father. This odd relationship continued until her father died of old age.

Duneth returned to Silvermoon City following it's rebuilding. It was by this time that she'd started dying her hair jet black, but this change of appearance would not hide her identity from those who would seek her out. It was not long before she was approached by a powerful Blood Mage. The imposing figure of the tall Sin'dorei before her almost intimidating to the much shorter woman, but it was the man's identity that really shook her.

"Magister Remon Talmin. It is more than a pleasure meeting you like this. So much more, in fact." It would appear Duneth's actions in the forest did not go unseen. Duneth held the utmost respect for this man, and she had wished for no others as her new mentor. "It would be beyond perfect if you would take me under your wing, Magister."

Following the start of her training with Remon, Duneth had grown immensely, but still was dwarfed in comparison to her new teacher. Her training continued in the following years, allowing her time to grow as a skilled user of fel magic. Duneth, every year since her mentors death, returned to the place she ended her mentor's life. As she made her way up to the area that once beheld such a tragic scene, she grinned.

"With the knowledge our leader has bestowed upon us of fel energy, with his gifts, I have been able to research even further, dear Mentor. With an offering of demon blood, the gift of this black tome, and this crimson fel-forged dagger, Raz'Ahran... I have begun drawing in the power of fel magic. I will be held back no more! Nothings will judge me no longer! I am free! I am Duneth Lae'taonel Vanos, and I will not be commanded by your pathetic form!"