Flareth
Player: flammos200
Character Full Name: Flareth Everflame
Character In-Game Name: Flareth
Nickname(s): None.
Association(s): The Scryers; The Naaru; The Blood Elves; Arcanists in general.
Race: Blood Elf.
Class: Battle Mage. (Mage)
Skills & Abilities: A few things set her apart from the average Mage, and not all of them are a good thing, at least as far as her physical health is concerned.
A Scryer Bird Scries: As is customary for members of the Scryers, Flareth is exceedingly good at scrying locations, objects or people.
Slash'n Smash: Proficient with a few forms of melee weaponry, she is most comfortable when in her hands are a sword and mace.
Tempest of Frost and Flame: Being well-versed in evocation, Flareth often channels arcane power through her weaponry, to aid and empower her melee strikes, to incendiary effects or otherwise. Whilst her attention is on such close-range combat, her longer-range skills tend to suffer for it.
Mage Armor MKII: Flareth oft' combines the effects of Mage Armor and Mana Shield/Frost Barrier into a single spell, as putting her unarmored form in melee-range would be quite silly otherwise. It typically takes the form of a fine field covering her very closely, or alternatively a slender suit of armor made entirely out of Arcane Frost.
Flesh, Bone and Mana: Like the Evocation glyph, Flareth is able to heal her wounds with the Arcane. This is limited to her and her alone, and is draining enough that it cannot be repeated often. Additionally, she needs to channel the spell for an amount of time, so it is unusable in combat.
Burnout Batteries: Due to the usually excessive and/or reckless amounts of Arcane energies used when pressed to combat, Flareth is usually left burnt out after longer fights - attrition works in her disfavor. For such a reason, most of her gear is studded with mana-filled gems, meant to act as batteries when she is off Outland and doesn't benefit from the empowering energies of the Twisting Nether. It'd be a terrible shame if something were to happen to them...
Age: 142
Sex: Female
Hair: Red, held back in a loose ponytail for optimum visibility and mobility in combat.
Eyes: Fel-green.
Weight: 60 Kgs. Most of it muscle, too.
Height: 1,77 m
Usual Garments/Armor: Either very loose and unrestrictive robes, or a pair of pants, a tunic, some boots and maybe gloves if she's feeling cold. On that note, she is not very fond of cold places, whereas in warm ones she may come off as a bit scantily-clad. In her mind, mobility is key in combat, just as much as mental and physical development are.
Other: She presents about half a dozen slash-marks on her thighs, presumably from old sword wounds, patches of white scarred flesh on her shoulders. A long, thin white scar runs from her right armpit to her corresponding hip down her side, and one patch of white skin on the left side of her neck, presumably due to a cut there. There are also a series of silvery-white tattoos blending in well with the scars on her flesh, sprawling across her torso and upper arms, in remembrance of the fallen of Quel'thalas.
Personality: Flareth comes off as somewhat cold, ruthless, judgmental and calculated at first glance. She is generally strict and straight to the point. She is not quite one to appreciate the intricacy of the world, at least in appearance, if not in essence as well. She presents herself with a degree of humility, however, and often makes seemingly meaningless gestures of selflessness which in her mind seek to spread the kindness that the Naaru showed the Blood Elves twice over. In these attempts at kindness, however, she is not always proficient, possibly due to her military-like demeanor.
Flareth is, however, a deeply spiritual person. While most of the time her words are short, harsh and to the point, when dealing with philosophical or spiritual matters her speech starts flowing. This is especially true in regards to the Naaru. Moreover, she reveres the Arcane, considering it much, much more than the mere bending of reality to one's will, just as physical training is more than strengthening your body as it is growing accustomed to the reality of your existence, at least to her.
Of the races, Flareth presents very mixed views, which often remain unspoken. Needless to say she values her own people above most others, but sees the Orcs for instance with a degree of pity, on the one hand for their Fel-corruption which the Blood Elves know much of, whilst on the other for what she perceives as their barbaric ways. She respects the green-skins regardless, mainly because of their accepting of the Sin'dorei into the Horde. She carries a certain degree of mistrust for Forsaken, taking solace only in the fact that they are being led by the former Ranger-General Sylvannas Windrunner, whilst she has yet to study Tauren properly to form an opinion, thus she classifies them as Nature-worshipping, tree-hugging gentle giants - not good, nor bad, merely her opinion. Trolls are savage cannibals to her, a view stemming from the old hatred between Elves and Trolls.
Of the Alliance, she sees Humans as misguided, destructive, and only potentially useful, finding flaws in their kind more often than in any other. This may be due to the fact that she still believes that the Humans betrayed the Elves in years past, but she even regrets the fact that the Elven people taught the Humans the Arcane in the first place. Gnomes she sees as an industrious race, vying for progress above all others. She admires that, and is dismayed at the fact that they chose to align themselves with the Alliance. She sees Dwarves almost exactly the same as humans, going lenient on them only because they haven't yet dared dabble in the Arcane arts. The Kaldorei she is disappointed in as they have completely rejected the Arcane in favor of their natural arts, and furthermore exiled her people ten thousand years ago. The Draenei she almost reveres, in spite of the rivalry of the Aldor and Scryers, she admires their connection to the Naaru, the latter of which she sees as the saviors of her people.
History: Born in the southern wilds of Quel'thalas, her arrival into the world came at a fortuitous moment for her family. Having recently run into wealth, the Everflames decided that Flareth, their second child, should get the best education coin could buy. For this reason, her youth was not a very childish one, and she did not really play as most other children did, instead nearly every waking moment being spent in preparation for both martial and Arcane pursuits. Thus, the young daughter of a Farstrider and a Magistrix was shaped into a fairly calculating and physically apt young woman, well-versed in the Arcane arts.
Her youth was spent either aiding the Farstriders in torching down Trolls and the like using magic, and relying on her prowess with a blade or staff to get her out of situations where the Arcane failed her, or in honing her Arcane abilities, combat-wise especially. That is not to say she is inept in other areas, but she is certainly not as proficient in non-combat skills as some other magic-users. After all, the gods do not give with both hands.
Time passed, and while very combat-focused, Flareth did not take part in the First and Second wars, and indeed rarely, if ever exited Quel'thalas until the Scourge came. Then she fought long and hard, trying her hardest to deal as much damage to the undead invaders before falling back, forced into retreat. She may have been a frivolous combatant, but she was definitely not suicidal, and considered a 'tactical retreat' to be in order. In other words, when things became too rough, she turned tail and ran... or teleported, rather.
After the Fall of Quel'thalas, which, to be frank, she was lucky to even survive, a time of great hunger overcame Flareth. Having grown accustomed to the energies of the Sunwell, and indeed being a spellcaster in her own right, the loss was almost maddening. She turned to Fel to sate her thirst, as did most of her people, becoming Blood Elves, and in honor of the fallen and of the losses received, she had a series of white tattoos inked upon her torso and upper arms. She had picked white mainly because she held the unspoken hope that the Sin'dorei could perchance rebuild and restore their once-proud civilisation.
Kael'thas Sunstrider offered such a chance. She followed the Prince into the Betrayer's service, seeking to partake of this promise of redemption and power. Indeed, in Outland she honed her skills more than ever before, becoming a potent battle mage - but then again, most of the future Scryers were such. She was eventually sent, under the command of Voren'thal the Seer, to besiege Shattrath. As the massive battalion of some of Kael'thas' finest neared the gates, Voren'thal issued the command for the elves to relinquish their weapons.
Flareth was stunned. The Seer turned, quickly repeating his command. She obeyed her commander, as any good soldier would, and followed him alongside the rest of his troops, into Shattrath unarmed, much to the glares of the Aldor Vindicators there. Voren'thal spoke to the Naaru A'dal, and his words were to mark a pivotal moment in Flareth's life: “I've seen you in a vision, Naaru. My race's only hope for survival lies with you. My followers and I are here to serve you." In the presence of such great beings, made of pure Light, Flareth felt she'd found a pourpose. She felt as though a void in her had suddenly been filled, something simply... clicked into place and the world finally made sense again.
Thus, as one of the Scryers' Battle-magi she spent most of her time helping with the rebuilding of Shattrath as well as pouring over the tomes of the Seer's Library on the new Scryer's Tier. A call to battle was sounded, as the traitor-prince began his operations at the Sunwell, threatening to summon Kil'jaeden, a lieutenant of the Burning Legion into Azeroth, and she answered it eagerly. The elven woman fought long and hard on Quel'danas the entirety of the campaign, aiding the Shattered Sun Offensive as a member of the Scryers, up to the very apogee of the conflict, in which the Sunwell was restored to its former glory and further, being ignited with the heart of a Naaru, the very same that the elves had taken to draining Light from before.
It was then that Flareth felt the fount's energies once more, its Light-infused waters abounding with magic and warmth, and the Scryer Battle-mage bathed in them once more, finally finding the solace she'd felt missing. She returned to Outland, and tried to live in quiet study and training, during the whole duration of the War against the Lich King, not finding reason enough to leave the City of Light. Only later, after Arthas had fallen, would she return to Azeroth, and wander the world she hardly ever knew...
"Whether by sword or by spell, I believe conflict is inevitable. But insofar as the Naaru have shown us, the resolution to this struggle can be a brighter one. I am not a devout person, but I pray the fate they promise will come to pass."
