Eraezel

Information

Player: Jetniss

Character Full Name: Eraezel Xylia

Character In-Game Name: Eraezel

Nickname(s): Erebus, Ere, Jackass, Vigor

Association(s): Undercity, Burning Legion(Warlock-demon-summon-ness)

Race: Sin'dorei

Class: Warlock

Age: 127 Years

Sex: Male

Hair: He has brown spiked back hair, falling down his back pretty far downward.

Eyes: A deep and fully green color.

Weight: 134lbs

Height: 6'3"

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearnace

He usually sports garments he created himself, or he sought out the supplies for himself. Anything else is strictly forbidden in his own mind.

Personality

He's much the jackass, as he's made himself. He makes snappy jokes one in a while but most of the time he makes awkward, inappropriate or jokes that just pushes and breaks people's last nerves. Those who encounter him usually get offended by him, a select few break passed that shell and get down to the real him which turns out to be an intellectual with a broad and open view.

History

Eraezel was the oldest of his siblings in the Xylia family. He was born with burning blue bright eyes as usual, given that he was born before the destruction of Silvermoon. His father and mother followed the light, whereas most of their kinsmen followed the arcane. No grudge involved, it was a personal choice. They had great hopes for Eraezel as he grew, being the oldest of their children. When Eraezel hit adolescence, he abandoned his family after an argument with their father. The family had other plans for him to become a Paladin like his parents before him but there was something dark about Eraezel. Eraezel had been drawn to one of the arcane branches of fel-magic. Something that their family looked down upon entirely.

For this reason Eraezel departed from his home to pursue his longings. He wanted to study demons, they intrigued him. Their grotesque appearance, their power, their stages and evolutions, and finally their state of mind. For a creature to kill without remorse for the sake of killing rather than some plausible reason related to survival or emotion. To hold the power these demons were born with was just a minor glimpse of what he wanted to accomplish, and he set out to prepare himself for it. In Azeroth he found many demons on his journey, many different calliburs that he could destroy, manipulate, control, and eventually he had been able to absorb their power.

You could call him one of the pioneers of the Sin'dorei. Long before the attack on Silvermoon, he was shunned and therefore left his land. To cope with the addiction to magic he had lost, and not being in contact with the well he was forced to draw his magic from other sources. Every demon he fought and controlled because that new source. It would take merely a year for his eyes to make the turn from a sapphire blue to a radiant green. He started to become as disgusting as they were as well, carving his weapons and armor from the bones of his enemies. If he had destroyed a demon twice his size, their skull would become his pauldron. Their skin many parts of his new armor and their weapon itself shave down or re-constructed to his own. He was self sufficient because he was a scavenger, and he was walking bait for the very things he hunted.

His story is run of the mill compared to what it could be. He's never strived to far to stand out, less he had to amass an army to help defend himself from those who would seek. His self imposed exile was the best thing he could ever think to happen to him, and so he lived. Soon enough, outland would become his home away from home. He finds himself drawn to the twisting nether, as well as shadowmoon valley, admiring all of the netherdrakes flying around him. Wishing to be able to call them to him. Though Shattrah is a beacon to all of those against the Illidari, Eraezel doesn't visit often. There's not many cities that he does visit. The Alliance is his enemy. He's not fond of Silvermoon, and he hates goblins. Trolls are disgusting sub-races to him and the Tauren wouldn't be too fond of the energies that surround him. This leaves him in the wilderness most of the time, or traveling as he readies himself for a dark future, one he chose himself despite his family's holy oath.