Lanarius

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Player: Dilly

Character Full Name: Lanarius Silverwhisp

Character In-game Name: Lanarius

Nickname(s): Old man; The Cripple; White Mage

Association(s): Silvermoon City; The Sin'dorei

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Mage

Age: 343

Gender: Male

Hair: Long, absolutely white hair going down to his waist; Small, equally as white goatee

Eyes: Typical Fel green, as much as he would hate it.

Weight: 112 lb.

Height: 5'9”

Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance

Lanarius could be called a sucker for fashion. He usually wears white, royal and expensive-looking robes. That doesn't mean he never puts on clothes of other colours though. However, that happens on rare occasions. He –really- prefers white.

Other: Lanarius is of the ‘tall and skinny' type. However, his grip is quite strong for that of a skinny Elf's. His skin is very pale and there's a small scar right above his left eye. There are also small scratches all over his hands – he has a cat.

Personality

Lanarius usually is shy and quiet. Or at least it looks like he's shy. He doesn't really talk much and prefers solitude over noisy company. He's almost always thinking about something, his mind blown far away. Lanarius certainly has a lot to think about. That makes him a bit ‘detached' from the society. Though, in times of greater peril he won't be as absent.


Lanarius is a fair man. He has a sense of honour too – and always tries to obey it. He is very loyal to whatever he sees right. He holds a deep care and an even deeper love for his nation. He can hold grudges, but he rarely acts.


Lanarius is an extreme pacifist. He doesn't like war, and everything he did was for learning, not for military purposes. He isn't point-blank and hates people like that. He has no set opinions about a certain race – with few exceptions, like Trolls or Night Elves – and tries to judge people by their actions. But that's mostly because he has seen too few outlanders, having lived all of his life in Quel'Thalas.


Overall, Lanarius might seem as a kind and caring person. Yes, sometimes he might seem eccentric or even a bit arrogant – like any Arcane user. However, those few ‘bad' traits tend to not poke the eyes that much. Lanarius can be a trustworthy friend and an honourable opponent. He does fight if he has to, but he tries to refrain from ending the life of his ‘enemy', being the pacifist he is. All he cares about is his race and he is very loyal to its people.


History

Lanarius was born in Silvermoon. His mother was a Ranger and his father was a Mage. Lanarius used to look up to him as an idol all the time. He used to spend much more time with him, than with his mother too. She was often away on missions anyway.


Lanarius had a happy childhood. His parents weren't the poorest people – in fact, they were quite rich, so their son usually got most of the things he desired. Lanarius was a bit spoiled, yes. His father was a huge pacifist and taught Lanarius to be one too. It wasn't hard at all, considering the way the young Elf worshipped his father because of his ‘profession'. Lanarius was fascinated with magic since he was a little child. His father taught him the simple tricks – how to light a candle and things like that, but that wasn't enough. Lanarius was sent off to study under the control of a true master of the Arcane arts when he was of age.


Lanarius loved learning about magic – perhaps even more than actually using it. Or perhaps not. The young man befriended two of the Mage's other apprentices – they had the same passion for learning like he did. In time, the three became good friends. Lanarius' companions had more passions than just the one for learning though. They had a passion for power and a strong greed too. But Lanarius wouldn't notice. Perhaps he didn't want to. However, their passions would later become a large problem of his, even though Lanarius didn't know it yet.


Having finished the magic studies with his friends, Lanarius set off to wander the Elven lands, in hopes of gaining more knowledge. His friends had the same crave too, so they left the City with him. They travelled all around Quel'Thalas, studying the magical powers everywhere – in the air, in the trees, in the ground. The atmosphere was full of Arcane due to the Sunwell's energies. Lots of material for studies.


They were still on their little ‘trip' when they heard about the Scourge attacks. The only good thing was that they were near Silvermoon. They set off for the City immediately after hearing the bad news. Luckily, they made it in time. Lanarius and his friends fought bravely when the Undead attacked. Lanarius got injured badly and had to be taken away. He had to sit far away from the battle and watch thousands of Elves die. He survived, but his parents fell prey to the Scourge. That was one of the most traumatic experiences of his long life.


At least he still had his friends.


Once he got better, Lanarius assigned himself to helping the injured too. He was one of many, aiding the hurt, mourning the fallen. And then Kael'thas came. A beacon of hope for the damaged nation. Lanarius watched the race slowly heal under Kael'thas' rule. When he left, the state of The Sin'dorei already was better.


In some time, Rommath came. Rommath came with a cure from the painful addiction the Elves were suffering with the Sunwell lost. Lanarius frowned upon the newly discovered Fel magics, but had no other choice but to go along and use them. And so he did. However, his so called ‘best friends' were not so reclusive. They noticed that the Fel gave them more power and dived deeper into it than it was necessary – along with a few others.


It was then when the tragedy happened. Lanarius noticed his friends acting strangely and disappearing from time to time. They barely talked to him. They became grumpier, sometimes talking about… dark things. One day, they messaged Lanarius, asking him to meet them in the city. Lanarius obeyed, having no suspicion in his heart. The three met one of the rebuilt Silvermoon's dark alleys. And then they told him everything. They told him about what had they become. They succumbed to the dark side effects of Fel magic. Yet they wanted more. They kept using it, they kept studying it. They became Warlocks so they could feed their unending greed for power. And now they were offering him the same too. Only then Lanarius realised that his friends weren't as ‘good' as he thought they were. He refused, afraid of the darkness his friends were now in. Sadly, they didn't want anyone to know. They couldn't let Lanarius leave, so they attacked him. Lanarius wasn't nearly as powerful to stand against two wielders of the Fel. The dark magics hit him, crippling him for life… In a way he didn't think possible. But luck shined upon Lanarius that day. City guards patrolling the area stumbled upon the two Warlocks and caught them, preventing them from finishing their dark job. They were executed for attempted murder.


Lanarius' life has changed since then. The Fel magic he was hit with greatly disturbed his mana pools. Now he is barely able of using magic. While he can still do the simplest of the spells, anything more advanced results in pain, as well as overdoing the ‘low level' magic. He was a cripple of magic. This was another traumatic thing to him, as well as his friends' betrayal. However, in time, the old man accepted his fate.


He now roams the streets of Silvermoon, probably not going to leave the place anytime soon.