Katzar

Information

Player: Nekronos.

Character Full Name: Katzar Swiftchant.

Character In-Game Name: Katzar.

Nickname(s): None as of yet.

Association(s): The Horde. The Sin'Dorei.

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Mage (OOC), Bard / Mage (IC).

Age: 125.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Black long hair that goes a bit under his waist.

Eyes: Fel glowing green

Weight: 6'1".

Height: 130.

Alignment: Neutral Good.

Appearance

He tends to wear either robes of various colors or black pants and a black leather jacket.

Other: He also carries with him his Sitart, specially designed and made by himself and various Blacksmiths and Engineers.

Personality

Katzar is a laid back kind of guy. He lives life at a slow pace, always living in the moment and not caring that much about the future ahead of him. His way of thinking is simple: Be good to other people, no matter how they are. Of course there are exceptions to this rule; if someone treats him badly Katzar will probably walk away from that person or frown at him/her. He won't take an offensive stand unless he is harshly threatened or has been attacked. Katzar is seemingly a very nice guy, in and out of the battlefield.

Yes, he loves to fight; mostly at the Arena which is where he is when he is not sleeping, practicing with his Sitar or eating. His fighting techniques range from close combat with his own fists to channeling his magic with the chords of his music. Of course, the music is not the one casting the spell, since playing it just helps him channel his emotions more accurately and deeply, therefore making the spells more effective.

For some reason, he is quite the ladies man even though he does not even try to. Why? Maybe because of his Sitar playing. Perhaps his nice guy attitude, or his victories at the Arena. He is still not sure what is the true reason of his success with the opposite sex.

History

"The Elf walked off of the boat's deck and descended to the small wooden pier. Her footsteps made small 'Thud' sounds while she walked, as she heard a melodious tune coming from somewhere nearby. She turned her head to the sides, her ears twitching a bit as she tried harshly to know where did these notes came from. It sounded like an acoustic guitar, playing a soft but catchy tune that made one think of yellow long fields filled with Plainstriders and Kodos roaming freely, the wind blowing all around you, embracing you with it's soft cool as it freed you from the sun's heat....

She suddenly opened her eyes again after these thoughts rushed through her mind, eager to find the one who was playing the Sitar. Finally she spotted a handsome man of her same race over a ceiling, with a Goblin right below him yelling "Will ya get out of my ceiling there!? I am trying to get some sleep! [Low] Damn Blood Elves...". She walked slowly through the earthy ground of Ratchet, reaching the man.

He had very long black hair which flowed with the wind, freely; a black leather vest covered his chest and he also wore stylish black pants and boots; his eyes glowed greenly and his factions were those of a kind person. She could recognize an evil hearted man from miles away. He turned around only ti find the woman's face just in front of his. He was a bit taller than her, not more than two fingers taller; but he did not care, she was absolutely gorgeous. Her long golden hair went down to her shoulders, her red lips had the perfect size for a woman with her measures, and her red dress made her look very seductive with her medium sized breasts, perfect for an Elf.

He tried to mumble some words, his name actually, but only air came out of his throat as he opened his mouth. He tried again as he extended his hand towards her, thanking the Light for allowing him to speak this second time. "My name is Katzar. Katzar Swiftchant".- He was obviously nervous.

"Allerya Sunblaze."- She simply said with a smile on her face. He was almost gasping for his breath now, the nervousness was overcoming him. He dissimulated as he took a long breath of air.

"Would you like to join me for a drink at the Inn? It would be an honor."- His most brave act of the day, asking a beautiful woman to join him.

"Sure... -If- you pay for the drinks." The woman gave him a smile and a wink and turned left, heading towards the Inn. Katzar took his sitar and left it hanging to his back from the leather strap it had. He wondered what brought her attention to him, normally those kind of woman would ignore him. They walked inside the Inn as he asked for a bottle of Dalaran red and two glasses. He sat, leaving the Sitar leaning on his chair as he opened the bottle and poured wine into both glasses. Finally, after a couple of sips the woman spoke.- "So, what brings such a skilled musician to this hole of Azeroth?".

"Would you like to know the short version? Or the long one?" He took his glass and gave it a sip but it was already empty. He poured more wine into it. He needed the alcohol to loosen up a bit.

"I would like to know -all of it-. All about you." Her voice was awfully seductive. He assumed that no man could resist such a woman, so he began talking about himself.

"I was born in the island of Quel'Thalas many years ago, when the Sunwell was still untouched by evil hands. My father and my mother were Mages, such as myself. When i grew up a bit, they started paying a tutor to teach me on how to use Magic, you know, focus your emotions to create fireballs, freeze up things... The works...".- As he spoke, moments of his life passed through his mind.

The day he had his first lesson in magic, with a cute 60 years old, still entering adolescence. His tutor asked him to think nice thoughts, about a moment in his life when he had done something that had amazed even himself. Little Katzy remembered when he went fishing with his dad 5 years ago and caught a huge fish, he remembered the thrill of fighting against the fish and the excitement of catching it. He closed his eyes and focused, a small flame appearing in his palm for 5 seconds...

There he was, 80 years old. His lessons for the day were over and it was almost dawn as he played with his both best friends, Mahneem, an elf younger than him; and Frydiya, a cute elf girl who had a crush on Katzar. They had climbed a wall and were looking at the Sunset. Mahneem's mother called her son and he left Katzar and Frydiya alone. Katzar looked at her, and she looked back at him. He placed his hand softly on the side of her neck, kissing her gently. Such a great first kiss...

A couple of years later. He stood in the middle of a road, watching how Frydiya and her family left the Isle. His heart was broken for the first time, Mahneem was besides him, his arm over the shoulders of Katzar. His frost spells became a tad more powerful after that day...

He was now 90. A musician had come to the Isle, a Blood Elf Sitar player. Since the moment Katzar saw him, he knew that was what he wanted to do. He asked his father to buy him a Sitar and he started practicing a lot over the years.

His training went on...

114 years of his life had already passed. The tension in the air was palpable. News had come of a huge evil rising in Azeroth. The blow struck the Elves harshly as the Scourge destroyed their beautiful city of Quel'Thalas. Mahneem was besides Katzar through the whole fight until 3 undead leaped upon him, like a dog would fetch a steak. Katzar tried to help him but it was already too late. Mahneem was dead...

Katzar managed to escape along with the other few survivors of the Raid. With the Sunwell destroyed, the urge for mana was intense, making him squeal in agony; finally, he was taught on how to drain fel energies from demons. He established himself for a short time in Silvermoon, where he met with Frydiya once again. She was married now and she was very happy. He did not feel bad abut it, many years had passed...

Age 118. His Engineering training began. He had traveled to the far lands of Gadgetzan, where he found a Goblin who accepted to be his master, Chizbolt Blowmyslfup. His magical training had come to an end, but his engineering training had just begun.

He was now 124 years old. His master gave Katzar his last lesson on Engineering. Katzar was very happy and soon enough, he hired some blacksmiths, his own master and another engineer and the construction of his Sitar began. The months went by as their work turned almost endless. Finally, after long months of work and fine tuning of the pieces, his Sitar was ready. He named it "the Offender". He was proud of his work, as well as of the work of the blacksmiths. His Sitar sounded perfectly, and with the illusory magic he had developed, he could amplify the sound of it.

He traveled from Gadgetzan to Ratchet, where he settled after a while. He discovered the rush of adrenaline of the Arena fights and became somehow addicted to them.-".... After that, i spent some months here, and i have not been able to return to Silvermoon. The Arena matches are now almost my life, besides my Sitar, of course."- He smiled at the woman. The bottle was now half full. He poured more wine on his glass and started taking a sip. He yawned a bit afterwards, but when he opened his eyes the woman was already gone, along with his wallet.

"Thank the light i payed for the bottle after we drank..." He laughed a bit before he placed his forehead on the table.- "My 50 gold coins..." He sighed and took the Sitar, placing it on his back, hanging by the leather strap. He left the Inn with his Sitar on his back and the half full bottle of Dalaran Red on his satchel, back to practice a bit more with his Sitar."