Lansire

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Player: Areninekay

Character Full Name: Lansire Kalte

Character In-Game Name: Lansire

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): N/A

Race: Forsaken (Human)

Class: Mage (Cryomancer)

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Hair: Blue

Eyes: Yellow

Weight: 135lbs

Height: 5'11"

Appearance

Cloth tunics, pants.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Varies between moments of casting arcane magic. In denial about magical addiction. Participates in magic with a deep wanting to feel the echo of life again. When under the influence of arcane magic, he is easy-going, friendly, and a little bit off his rocker. However, at times when he cannot get a fix, he becomes moody, aggressive, and narcissistic. He values the self over others. Do not be fooled by him offering food, services, or magic-enhanced abilities; he's using you to meet his own ends. When (cautiously) asked about how he feels about the Lich King, the Scourge, and the plague that killed and raised him, his answer is generally indifferent. "I didn't know Arthas, I didn't know the zombies that killed me, and I didn't feel the decay of dying. When I was alive, I didn't feel the world; there's no difference now. The only real difference I notice is this fire that burns inside my cold shell when I speak. Ironic, isn't it? Arthas damning us all brought me to life."

History

When she was pregnant with a child, Isabella Kalte and her husband, Reginald, fled to the north of the now Eastern Kingdoms as the orcs razed the south of the continent. Just before the forming of the Alliance of Lordaeron, Isabella gave birth to Lansire in a town destined to become prosperous, called Corin's Crossing.

Lansire was an intelligent child, but lacked direction; whereas his father played a minor role as a diplomat and was well-known as a hard worker, Lansire paid little attention to his primary job of getting an education. He felt superior to others in that, when it was necessary to accomplish a task, he seemed to complete it with relative ease, provided he was given minor instructions. This lack of willpower enraged his father, to the point where Reginald only committed to raise Lansire to 15, and then send him out of the house. Isabella, lacking the strength to stand up to Reginald, did nothing to offer support, but instead became depressed and isolated, dying on the inside. Lansire, for lack of a better term, became a cynical jerk, viewing himself superior to others, even his father.

When he was 15, word of the plague reached Corin's Crossing, just as he was to be sent out into the world, with no direction, and no support. He was barred from exiting the city, temporarily, for his own safety. The city's superiors called a meeting as to what to do with the oncoming plague. While several suggested fleeing southward, either to Darrowshire or beyond, Reginald and a few staunch others, high in their pride, demanded that the people stay. Many left -- the Kalte family did not.

Lansire argued with his father with vehemence, calling the man an "old fool." He called on his mother to support him, but years of numbing her emotions had made her distant and unfeeling. She simply said Reginald was right, and a good man. Lansire left the household, unable to leave Corin's Crossing, only to wander the streets until his slaughter.

In an inn, he found an old book left behind by one of the travelers. Inside the book contained the very basics of evocation and abjuration written in elevated language. Very few parts of the book made sense, but he self-educated himself as best as he could. He made several attempts at casting the spells the book offered, but he didn't succeed.

Then the Scourge came.

It wasn't long before they hewed through the pathetic defenses, running amok in the streets, slaughtering anyone and anything in their path. Lansire made a mad dash to his home, in hopes of at least protecting his mother. His last sight of her was her heart being ripped out of her breastplate by his zombified father. Her eyes never blinked. She didn't shout. She had been dead long before the invasion.

Reginald, now a zombie, immediately detected Lansire, and leaped to crush and kill him. Lansire beat the ghoul back with only books and whatever furniture he could lift. Finally cornered and defenseless, Reginald charged for the final blow. All Lansire's hate, his fear, his desperation, all of his emotion found himself in the simple word, "Fireball!" His father flew backwards in a flaming heap of flesh, not to rise from the dust again.

The single spell, not calculated for efficiency and mentally draining, caused him to collapse. When the next wave of undead charged into his house, Lansire was too exhausted to fight back. He succumbed to the Scourge.

A few of his living friends cleared the household, only to find his family dead. They quickly took Lansire's and Isabella's bodies with them on a mass exodus to Lordaeron, in hopes of finding sanctuary. Realizing that Lordaeron had fallen, the corpses of Lansire, his mother, and others, were carried north and west, the escorts trying to find a haven. Some went north to the Solliden Farmstead, which survived the plague; those who carried Lansire's body ended up in what is now Deathknell, putting his body in the catacombs, where it remained unforgotten, and decayed.

After five years of rotting, he was awakened by Undertaker Mordo, who was burning the dozens of corpses in the Shadow Grave. His mother also woke up, and having no will in life nor death, she turned mindless, and attacked Lansire and Mordo. Lansire, in a fit of untamed emotion, killed her as he killed his father, with an over-powered Fireball. The arcane magic pumped him full of the ecstasy of life, while the death of his mother at his hands shattered his emotions. This deadly combination allowed him to break the chains the Lich King could have possibly had on him, and Lansire accepted his fate as a Forsaken. He provided his duties that the Deathguards and Shadow Priest Sarvis asked of him, but, as in life, he remained without direction, refusing to press on, instead living in Deathknell for nearly four years, training with, in an ironic twist, Isabella, the mage trainer in the city, slowly becoming addicted (against her warnings) to the delicious taste of arcane energy.

Word echoed through Deathknell a year ago of how the Undercity was lost for months, before the Kor'kron were called to restore order. While anger at the orcs for enroaching on Tirisfal was the popular opinion, Lansire remained uncaringly neutral. When word came again of the fall of the Lich King, Lansire, having very little to no prior experience with the Scourge (beyond his "gift" of death), felt no pangs of relief. The change of the future of the Forsaken held no meaning to him. Of course, being tactful, he kept that opinion to himself.

After plateauing on the arcane energy he learned how to channel (primarily aimed at killing the Scourge and Scarlet Crusade the charged the city), and with the sharp decline of both hostile factions, Lansire finally felt his first worldly desire, which was to learn more magic. Now, he has journeyed around Tirisfal Glades, becoming stronger to learn more potent magic, and has considered going to the Ghostlands in the hopes of learning more magic from the Sin'Dorei.

Skills and Abilities

A natural leader, bearing an aura of superiority and future success, carrying a mantle of power and terror. His frail body houses a deep, resonant voice that can, when he chooses to command others, feel as if it pounds in the minds of others it is aimed at. Deceptive, manipulative, and charming. For a dead man.