Leareth

Information

Player: Ronin

Character Full Name: Leareth Dawnfire

Character In-Game Name: Leareth

Nickname(s): 'Vexed'

Association(s): Silvermoon

Race: The best one there is, of course... Sin'Dorei

Class: Why, if you must categorize him, Priest would be the most fitting.

Age: Respectably, A hundred, and thirty one. (131)

Sex: Male... Don't act like it's hard to tell!

Hair: Quite stylish, no matter how he makes it look... Original color is black, though.

Eyes: Piercing, alluring, dazzling, with a bright, Fel green glow that most simply adore.

Weight: How dare you ask?! He is clearly slim and fit, muscle just barely defined under his perfect skin!

Height: A charmingly debonair five feet, nine inches. (5', 9")

Alignment: He couldn't really care less what other people thought of what he did, as long as it made him happy, in the end. (Chaotic Neutral)

Appearance

He is always seen wearing the finest of silks, usually created with his own hands. Anything he finds stylish, he's sure to wear, and then rub it in the faces of those who look so simply drab and boreing. He will -never- be caught in any of that ridiculously gross Leather, nor that heavy mail. And plate is simply out of the question! He will usually attempt to coordinate his fine attire with his hair color, making sure the colors match. And if they don't, he will likely go change siad hair color to make it match. Beauty and fashion must always be maintained, after all.

Personality

He has the superiority complex that his people so rightly deserve over the rest of the muck. Yet, he's also a calm mind about him, a trait that's helpfully fueled now thanks to the recreation of the Sunwell, thus ending that dreadfully distracting withdrawal. Besides, he never enjoyed dealing with that dirty Fel magic, always being a 'pious Elf of the Light' (yah right). Yet, when he stops to think about things (something he does often, being lazy and nearly good for nothing), he finds that there are seemingly only two negative things about his amazingly perfect personality and spectacularly brilliant mind. The first is a trait that he continuously attempts to rid himself of, it being his overbearing modesty. The second is... Well, he's not very interested in life. There's no zest for him in anything, which is a constant irritation, his attitude perpetually stained 'sorely Vexed'. (On a side note, anyone who truly believes he's only got "two character flaws", the first of which being overbearing modesty, should really re-read this paragraph, and get a good laugh, both at the invalidity of the statement, and at yourselves for believing it.)

Other: He's brilliant in every aspect! He's smart, strong, and handsome! (He's also aloof, unwise, uncaring, and generally never watches his surroundings.) He makes friends easily! (Lies. Most people don't put up with his melodramatic and pessimistic attitude.) And, best of all, no woman, and most men, find it impossible to resist his rugged charm and sharp wit. (Any physical attraction he might have is usually overshadowed and killed when he opens his big mouth and speaks to the prospect.)

History

A drab, and inconsequential life has been led by this particular elf. Of course, in comparison to the rest of the silly excuses for 'people' out there, elf and otherwise, Leareth's existence might as well have been as glorious as that of the Light! After all, one so amazing as he can only be compared to such a thing. Of course, he didn't bother battling in any wars. Who could be bothered by such ridiculousness? No, he was content to spend his time in Silvermoon, contemplating important things, like trees, and their insignificance. He also spent many a day writing in his Journals, usually about his day, or how bored he was, and every now and then, why the irritating girls he looked down upon from his balcony even bothered trying to attract him? Especially with strategies like "pretend you don't know who he is", and "laugh at him when he tells you you've no chance of having him" (he never actually realized that living next to an Arcane Academy and having a nice patch of grass right outside his house gave good reason for young lasses to relax in front of his window for lunch).

Such a peaceful existence it was, until his parents, loathsome creatures as they were, told him he had to do something with his life. "Contribute to the Quel'dorei society". It made as much sense to Leareth as babbling nonsense made to a rabbit. But, either way, they owned the house, and the wealth. Besides, they'd die off before long, and he'd get his share of things, as would his sister, and only true friend. Ohh, how he despised her when she chose to do the thing that he wanted. She, too, had be informed to "go out and do something useful", so she had chosen to study the Arcane. To become a Mage. She had even already signed up for classes. The wretch! So, Leareth, unable to mimic someone he knew, chose a different path. One of the Light.

Learning to become a Priest of the Light was a very interesting experience. Leareth often found himself pondering his new existance, and always came to one marvelous conclusion... Boring. It was terribly boring. Nothing happened, it seemed. That is, until the Scourge came. Frightful beasts... Or so he heard. When his name came up to march to the front lines and heal his people, he respectfully declined. His instructors grew enraged at that, for some reason, so he packed up a few belongings, and headed home.

His parents were no where to be found. Bothersome. Yet, fantastic at the same moment. He happily went to their room, broke into the dresser he knew would have some extra gold for emergencies, and took it. Getting away from rotting dead before they ate one alive certainly seemed like a dire need, so he didn't feel bad (not like he would have anyway). As he stepped from the building, he glanced over at the now abandoned Academy, remembering his sister. Where was she now? Ohh yes! She sent a letter of some sort. Troublesome drivel he didn't bother reading much of, but he did rememebr skimming over something involving "Dalaran". Well, if she was there, surely she'd be safe!

Leareth bought a small skiff, setting out to sea. He made sure to go far enough that he wouldn't be seen easily, Silvermoon soon becoming a pitiful spot on the horizon. When it was razed, he was surprised to find that he could see the flames, even out so far. He'd have to write about how pretty it looked.

Days passed, then weeks. He had brought food and drink with him, and surely, floating around all day, beat duties and dying and troublesome chores, but still he felt... incomplete. Well, supplies were running short, so he mide as well go see how things were going. Paddling over to Sunstrider Isle, he found surviving Elves! They seemed ravaged and weak. Possibly easy to take advantage of, maybe get some free food. For some reason, he was feeling increasingly hungry, no matter what he ate, and was getting quite a few head aches. No doubt a drawback to being out to sea for so long. And so Leareth joined the survivors.

Lor'themar Theron lead the ragged remains of the High Elven people. All were weak, sickly, including Leareth. How troublesome! He despised feeling this way, and despised even more the fact that it seemed the only salvation from it was death! Yet, hope was not lost. A lone representative, Romman, or Grommath, or something trivial like that, came back from some place called Outland or something. He spoke of Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, their leader, and a promised land, or something. It wasn't really important to Leareth, but what was important was learning how to manipulate magical energies to feed off of! He was feeling better already!

How ridiculous! Banished from the Alliance? Most of Quel'thalas still lost to the rotters? Glowing green eyes?! Why must he suffer so?! But, alas, at least they took back Silvermoon. Even if his old home was destroyed completely, that ugly Scar thing cutting right through the area it used to be in. At least he still had his Priestly studies. He later found out that his parents not old died, but were brought back, and are under this Lich King's control, or something. It didn't really matter, they weren't that useful, anyway. What was unfortunate was his losing all his family's money, and their noble title. His fate could not be any worse... He was a Commoner...

The rest is history, really. Leareth spent most of his time trying to learn more of the Light, and be the best Priest he could! (By which, of course, he means he wasted most every day sitting around, pretending to meditate and pray, instead reading or writing) He has recently been looking for more and more reasons to leave Silvermoon, though there are so few. He's become quite efficient at sewing, though! A skill he picked up from being one of the refugees, before they got Silvermoon back. While his life appears to be destined to work and contribute, he's sure he can find some excuse to waste his days and not get berated for it.