Krean

Information

Player: monostar

Character Full Name: Krean Sunthread

Character In-Game Name: Krean

Nickname(s): N/A

Associaton(s): Silvermoon, Clan Ridaken

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Mage

Skills and Abilities: Krean is known for his unusual style of combat, sacrificing defensive tactics for a flurry of blows, almost always hiding a trick up his sleeve, a trick hard to access because of the heat and pressure of the fight. Aside from that, nothing unusual for a common battle-mage.

Age: 219

Sex: Male

Hair: Blond, some of it covering the right part of his face, while a long braid, on his left, anchors down to his shoulder-height.

Eyes: Emerald-green, tinted from the need to use fel as a substitute to arcane.

Weight: 63 kg

Height: 1,83m

Appearance

Krean makes use of two official attires, one of them being his 'casual' wear, consisting of a scarlet shirt, alongside black trousers and shoes, the other one being his battle-mage suit. The battle-mage garments compose a neat, crimson-red robe, with an arcane crystal fit into a necklace, that Krean wears around his neck. In addition, his weapon of choice is the sabre, having a tiny fel-gem at the hilt, which he uses to empower his spells.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Krean, just like many fellow Sin'Dorei, is a cocky, nationalistic elf. His head is held high at all times, almost nothing able to bring his moral down. He always enjoys a good company, regardless of his unusual upbringing.

While in combat, Krean mentally analyzes his opponent, but tries to seem ignorant from the outside. The one thing he hates is defeat - But will express his feelings based on the situation; he is not a meek soul.

History

Being a long-awaited child of a respected member of the Magistry, and a successful merchant, it's needless to mention Krean was born into privilege. His family's estate at that time was located near Fairbreeze Village, a small trading post back then.

As Krean began growing up, he was granted what one would call too much attention by his mother, the one insisting on having a child, and raising him to become an arcanist. Krean's father, a loyal practitioner of swordsmanship which he had learned during his many travels, on the other hand, wanted to make boy something more of a combatant, but knowing Magisters were valued more in the Quel'Dorei society, went with it.

The young elf was soon enrolled into one of the Academies Quel'Thalas offered, in order for Krean to choose his direction, in the aspect of arcane, of course. The academy he was studying in was at Silvermoon, however, and as the students were offered rooms to stay in, Krean made use of the offer instead of returning home every day.

He chose Pyromancy, alongside conjuration, for practical needs. The Academy was quite requiring, though, and Krean struggled with his studies all the time, be it forming a simple fire-ball, or conjuring a glass of water, in which he, most times, forgot to conjure the glass itself. Either way, he was advancing with a little help here and there, starting to catch the essense of the studies.

Before he was going to be transferred in what would appear to be one of the most prestige academies at that time, Dalaran, the First War occured. The humans' calls for aid fell on deaf ears, as the High Elves had no direct interest in a petty armed conflict, although they sent a group of rangers to the hot-spots, mainly to investigate the direness of the situation. His departure was delayed, as he had to earn what would be his first diplome, as a novice pyromancer.

The conflict ended, at the cost of the human kingdom of Stormwind, and peace ensued once again. A few more years passed, with the fresh sorcerer prepared to continue his studies beyond the homeland. However, after not too much time, another conflict took place. This time, the humans were about to retake what they had lost, and thus a new chapter began...

The news of the war didn't startle the elves too much altogether, however they were not aware that this time, the orcs had allies. Unexpectantly, the Amani Trolls, having a grudge against their mortal enemies, the Quel'Dorei, launched a full-scale assault from the fortified Zul'Aman.

Krean partook in the war, being transferred to Tranquillien, one of the few remaining elven hubs in the Ghostlands after the troll onslaught. The defense was successful in driving the beasts out, and Krean returned home; the regular army was going to handle the rest.

Eventually, he did go to Dalaran, the astonishing beauty of the city stunning him from the first glance. He was arranged a small, cozy room, and took delight in exploring the huge city.

His studies in the arcane were advancing, however, and he chose to become a battle-mage: Using spells and weapons for combat, while also channelling his chants through the weapon, as a catalyst. It taught him many new things, from fortifying defensive magics, to destructive offensive spells. At that stage, he began to see into the idea of studying magic with a new light, and from that point on, took his studies more seriously.

His life in Dalaran was beyond anything he had dreamed of, and Krean could quite often be noticed spending his time partying with his fellow students at one of the many pubs Dalaran had.

But, once again, the echoes of war disrupted the peace, The Scourge setting it upon himself to devour all that is living. It wasn't met with too much hospitality, though, as the Council of Dalaran tried to make everything possible, in order not to strike panic in the civillians' hearts. Even through their efforts, the Alliance of Lordaeron slowly fell apart, first by Lordaeron itself, then Quel'Thalas...

Hope was lost. Dalaran was the final remaining bastion of civilization on the North of the Eastern Kingdoms. The Scourge's march made the ground tremble; it's flyers darkened the sky. The Defenders of Dalaran kept their cool, however, as Antonidas had designed an aura, that was meant to repel the undead horrors. It didn't. The abominations breached in, ruthlessly murdering every living being they had gotten their hands on. Krean, on the brink of his strength, had concealed himself with an invisbility chant, only to wake up amongst the ruins of the formerly majestic city.

Mustering whatever arcane crystals he could, Krean performed a teleportation spell, an extremely difficult one for him, not to mention the great distance he needed to cross. The last thing his eyes befell were the desecrated forests of Eversong, before collapsing from fatigue. The next thing his eyes saw, though, was a fellow Sin'Dorei helping him get to a refugee camp. Since then, the trouble started. They had to fight off Scourge troops daily, and with scarce sources of energy, it got harder and harder to stand their ground. But then, the long awaited heir to the throne, Kael'Thas Sunstrider, graced his remaining brethren with his arrival, and promised them, through aiding the human remnants of Lordaeron, that their condition will better. Kean, alongside many, decided to remain in Quel'Thalas and begin retaking what was rightfully theirs.

An year passed without news from their Prince, before a group of strange-looking elves appeared before their kin, until then locked in their own homeland, and forced to fight a guerrilla war. With that arrival, though, things changed. Not only did those elves look uncommon, they seemed more powerful. A deep scent of fel was carried by each of them. Alongside those elves, the mob recognized high-ranking individuals, especially Grand Magister Rommath. He made a speech, that ended with the cheers of all the Sin'dorei. A speech, that marked them as sovereign from now on, and exposed the betrayal of the Alliance. Euphoria took place. In days, many elves were trained on how to absorb fel, and use it to sate their thirst for magic. In what would seem to be less than a week, Silvermoon was rebuilt, and some of its' surroundings also restored. Krean, his education finished, now seeks a chance to serve his homeland and his kin.

Currently, he has associated himself with the Ridaken Clan. Being an already educated battle-mage, he knows that there are many opportunities ahead of him. Because of the current circumstances, however, he makes himself at home in the Clan, and is looking forward into improving it.