Faorar

Player: Spiralin

Character Full Name: Faroar Thilssian

Character In-Game Name: Faorar

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Horde, Silvermoon

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Warlock

Age: 174

Sex: Male

Hair: A darkened orangey/red, usually tied up and out his face, while also pushed back, he dislikes hair touching his ears.

Eyes: Fel-green.

Weight: 141 lbs.

Height: 6'2"

Usual Garments/Armor: Usually white, and or dark colors. He tries to appeal to other's senses, using his own style of clothing. Allowing them to think of him one way, while his personality contradicts it. Using his clothing to his advantage, most of the time he prefers to wear ghost-light white clothes, with one or so pieces of black, just to give the clothing a bit more definition.

Other: Faorar prefers his voidwalker over mostly all types of demons he's able to summon, but his not above using others to his advantage. He may try different ones for different situations, while most of the time his Voidwalker is always near.

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Personality: Faorar is indeed a nice person, he'll be nice to you upon first meeting unless otherwise, depending on how he feels. To him first impressions last forever, and will try to learn everything of a person upon their first impression. With this though, he'll work to keep peace, yet linger over someone like a tick they can't get rid of. He's a bit hard to decipher, arrogant mostly around others, but of course he knows it's true he's above others.

History: Faorar was born in the area outlying Silvermoon, not directly in the city, but within the forests. Both his parents before him, were magi, yet not fully grasped into all of the huge happenings. They had moved to the outlying area as it was more tranquil, they could relax and be at peace in the forest.

As Faorar grew, he was given an education, and around when he was the size of a ten year old. His parents began to first teach him arcane magic, originally telling him stories of everything he could do with it, along with history of all the schools. Faorar's parents didn't want to force him to use arcane, but came up with a sneaky way of doing it. They told him he could do great things when they told him stories, making the imaginative child readily want to learn how to use the arcane.

After his parents had shown him basics, as they wanted him to know a little, they paid for him to be tutored properly, having his own teacher, who would show him truly everything he could do with the arcane.

Over the years though, Faorar grew up to be a fantastic mage, averagely compared to the other Quel'dorei, he preferred using fiery evocation techniques, as it was easier for him. He was a bit wild with his magic, he had friends, meditated, and enjoyed the fine dinings of Silvermoon. He had girlfriends, but was never tied down, usually hopping between girls. Never actually marrying, even has he became older, he kept trying to keep himself young.

Around five years though before Silvermoon was attacked, he took to an interesting habit, he enjoyed learning of demons. Of course he was no warlock, but they were intriguing to learn about. From how they influenced the orcs, to what he could learn about them. It was almost like childhood all over again, learning stories of how demons were, and how long they've been around.

When the attack on Silvermoon was launched, the only thing on Faorar's mind at the time, was his own safety, and the safety of his parents. He had left his home as soon as he caught wind of the attack. Gathering his own possessions, he attempted to reach his parents but when he reached their residence they weren't home. He had no idea what had happened but it was too late, the undead were approaching. He had gathered with other random people to keep the undead at bay before he left his small group.

He was able to escape with other elves, weeping over his loss of parents, but more importantly this magic he had depended on for an amazing portion of his life.

He eventually caught wind with the idea of fel, he was slightly hesitant at first, but then remembered of all the stories he had read of demons. They had become so strong through it, so he gave it a try. It fed him, it gave him the power he hungered for, and most importantly his power back. Though it changed him, he didn't keep his grasp on what he once was. But embraced the full power of this newer dark energy.

He had become his own warlock, studying monstrously of these demons summoning his own to the world, attempting to conquer them and make them his 'minions'.

From then he had returned to Silvermoon, keeping his work to himself. He gained his footing then continued studying demons, to this day now.