Ivari

Information

Player: Bounty-Hunter

Character Full Name: Ivari

Character In-Game Name: Ivari

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): The Ebon Blade

Race: Draenei

Class: Former Paladin

Age: Aprox 8,300 at death.

Sex: Male

Hair: His 'Hair' is just six tentacles as blue as his skin with gold rings around them, two protruding from the top of his head and four from his neck and chin.

Eyes: Glowing Runic Blue,

Weight: 421 lb

Height: 7'4"

Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance

Ivari wears the black armor he forged while in service of the Lich King, it is made of a small amount of Saronite and a mix of other metals so the power of the Saronite on his mind is mild but still corrupting.

Other: Ivari seems to have a tenancy to clench his fists at moments when he is angry, confused or any other similar emotions, he never means this in a threatening manner though, he just seems to subconsciously do it. Most of the time Ivari never even notices he does it and when he does it's usually due to his hand or weapon shaking from the strength of the clenching.

Personality

While Ivari was alive, he was a cocky man who always wanted to be better then everyone else no matter what the cost. Due to this he treated training like a life or death situation, either learn or become weak and fall behind. This he never wanted so he trained until he was too sore to move and only continued day after day. Due to this he also believed he was better then his team mates and thought he could get through anything alone and everyone was only a hindrance to him. Generally rushing things he would get into a lot of bad situations and in the end it caused his 'Death'.

However, when he was turned into a Death Knight, this was changed dramatically. A strange combination of the mental enslavement by the Scourge and the Saronite he spent so much time around made his personality take a huge turn, almost changing into the complete opposite. Now, as a Death Knight, he is completely loyal to the Alliance and wouldn't harm another member unless they were attempting to kill him or a companion whom would also be of the Alliance. Despite the amount of hate he would receive he would remain loyal non the less. He would go out of his way to save an ally and never try to put them in harms way, thus he does many things alone unless he finds a reason to have someone join him and even then he'd protect them with what is left of his life.

The Scourge is one faction he will never forgive, never forget and never stop to kill. He believes that if he can kill enough of them he could redeem himself, if only slightly, for his past actions. Even if it drove him to the brink of madness he would continue to kill those who made him into who he is, the empty shell with hands stained with blood.

Orcs, another race he wont forgive, no matter what. He watched as the Orcs turned from a peaceful civilization into a pack of blood hungry brutes. As he was alive, he would never forgive them for driving his race to extinction and after he died, this hate only grew more bitter. Now he wouldn't even stand around an Orc let alone fight alongside one, he would much rather slaughter it. Among the other races of the Horde, he is also very bitter towards the Tauren and Troll, he isn't too fond of the Forsaken but he can stand them, seeing as they are somewhat like what he is now and he doesn't trust Blood Elves, not one bit. Out of all the races in the Horde, he would gladly kill any of them in the name of the Alliance.

History

Ivari was born on a planet where the night lasted much longer then the day and the two moons in the sky glowed a bright blue and pink as they crawled across the dark sky. The land was covered in a dark sand which remained cool during the short days and was chilling during the night. The animals were exotic and use to living in such a cool climate with very little amount of water, the lizards had clear skin and you could see right through them. The time he spent on this planet was short but the memories of it were plentiful. As the Burning Legion caught up, the planet was reduced to nothing but shattered rocks and dust.

The constant moving was a toll on Ivari's mind, always aware, always scared. He believed he needed to be ready for the time when they wouldn't run anymore and finally take up arms and fight. While watching the Paladins and Priests of Oshu'gun praying to the Light in front of the great Naaru he decided that he was to take up this belief for himself, train to become a Paladin. He understood he would have to go through a lot of hardships in order to take up this role but he was ready for anything, or so he thought.

Training on Oshu'gun was a lot harder for him then he thought, always moving from planet to planet, having to quickly retreat when the Burning Legion got closer. He began to fall behind on his training due to this. Everyone else who was training alongside him noticeably were doing a lot better then him and he didn't want to fall behind. He began to train much more, much harder with much more pain. His mentors were worried about him, seeing him sparring as if he was possessed, they told him to calm down but he never listened to them. He just didn't want to fall behind.

After hundreds of years of painful training and endless hours praying to the light he was finally accepted into paladinship along with his brothers and sisters. Although many of his mentors had mixed feelings with his graduation, some of them believed that he had the commitment which was needed for a Paladin yet others thought the extend of his commitment was borderline insanity. None the less, they all ended up accepting him for what he has become and let him join them as a brother. As he fought alongside them they came to notice that his training reflected on his fighting style, he was relentless and very rash, not wasting a second as he strikes again and again.

He continued to fight back the Burning Legion, helping his brothers and sisters gain enough time to escape the planet unharmed. This continued for thousands of years before the Draenei crashed on Draenor, a planet owned by the Shamanistic Orcs. K'ure was weakened in the crash, rendering Oshu'gun useless and leaving the Draenei stuck on Draenor. The Orcs were peaceful and believed in the spirits of the land, the Draenei found good allies in this race and began to live in harmony with them.

Ivari also believed these race as good allies, not because of their peaceful nature but because their warriors were strong and had a sense of pride in them. While he lived on Draenor he made friends with the Orcs, outlasting every one of them, granting each of them a safe journey to the afterlife. He remembers one of the Orcs quite vividly though, his name was Tarsu. Tarsu was a strong warrior although not as strong as Ivari was, he was also very stubborn. Every time him and Ivari met, he wanted to fight Ivari again and again, wanting to prove he was the strongest even though every time he tried, he lost.

Ivari was confused with this man but the day he died he finally understood that this one Orc was just like him, stubborn to the very end. He gave the Orc a proper burial and wished him a safe journey as he passed on. Around this time, the Orcs began to act strange and soon, they began to attack Shattrath. The battle was long and brutal and Ivari fought as much as he could before he was struck down by a Orc possessed by his blood lust. He was taken away from battle, his wounds healed but by the time he woke up, Shattrath was in ruins and he was aboard the Tempest Keep.

He spent decades inside the Tempest Keep, wanting to fight against the Orcs, holding a new grudge against them for destroying his home and many of his friends and family. He, however, was unable to and had to sit on the sidelines while he watched the Orcs descend into madness. The opening of the Dark Portals caused much chaos at Tempest Keep, people began to panic, they didn't know what was happening as the whole world of Draenor was torn apart and left to drift in the Twisting Nether. Ivari was angry that all he could do was sit and watch as the once peaceful world turned into the hell that is Outland.

Once more, he sat and watch as that is all his race could do now, that is until the Blood Elves arrived. The whole leadership of Outland changed when the Blood Elves came with their Naga allies and their master, Illidan. They took over the Black Citadel with help from the broken who the Draenei abandoned. It wasn't long after Illidan became the ruler that the Blood Elves and Naga raided the Tempest Keep. Ivari once more picked up his hammer, forcing his new enemies back as the Draenei escaped onto one of the four dimensional ships, the Exodar. As Ivari was on with the rest of the defending force, they were quickly off Outland but not before the Blood Elves sabotaged their ship.

The Exodar was sent through the Twisting Nether and hurtling across the sky of Azeroth, breaking apart before the largest mass of it crashed on Azruemyst Isle. As the Draenei begun to collect themselves and fix up the Exodar to make it a place where they can live once more, Ivari was part of a task force which was sent around Azeroth to collect Draenei who had been scattered by the escape pods from the Exodar. He begun to learn of what was in Azeroth and met an old enemy of his, the Orcs. When a group of them attacked his party, he gave them no mercy as he fought a relentless battle with them, the anger from their past sins overflowing.

Recollecting himself, he continued his journey.

As the means to travel to Northrend were open, he and his force quickly moved up to the frozen wastelands, hoping to find more Draenei there. What he found wasn't what he expected, the Undead who lived there were overwhelming. Day after day the ghoulish fiends would sniff him and his group out and attack when they least expected it. They lost a lot of people and many were also injured. One day when they were traveling, only a small group left, they were all attacked once more and captured, alive. Tortured until their very souls shook with fear each day, they were finally given a purpose.

Ivari was given the right to become a Knight for the Lich King. A Death Knight. The Light had already abandoned him the day he was captured, it never once heeded his call for help, it didn't even grant him the power to heal himself from the wounds the torture caused him. During one of the torture sessions, without Ivari even knowing until it happened, his soul was torn out of his body and he was changed into a Death Knight of the Scourge. He was forced to watch as his body killed his friends, his kin and his allies. He watches as his body slowly died, fully becoming one of the undead Scourge.

As a Death Knight he had this unholy fascination for Saronite, forging weapons and armor out of it for the other minions. When the time came where he was allowed to forge his own armor, he was only given a small amount of the stuff and so, he mixed it with other metals. This caused his armor to be made completely out of a very impure Saronite mixed with steel, iron, whatever he could get his hands on. This armor and the time he spent around Saronite slowly made his mind change, his personality completely turning around. He was no longer the Ivari of the past.

He was freed from the Lich King's grasp alongside many of the other Ebon Blade, one of his first tasks was to gather a group of the Draenei Death Knights and ask Velen for forgiveness. This he did, he helped gather all of the Draenei and all together they journeyed to the Exodar and knelt before their leader and begged him to take them back. Reluctantly, Velen did but the people of the Exodar were not happy with this and Ivari knew this. He had no place in the Exodar so he decided to look for redemption.

He got on the first ship he could find back to Northrend and back to the Scourge.