Magnus
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Player: Jacula Character Full Name: Magnus Arun Bloodstone Character In-Game Name: Magnus Nickname/titles(s): Magnus Oathstrong [Taken name]. Lord Magnus Bloodstone, son of Kumar, heir to the Bloodstone bloodline [Discarded name and title]. Association(s): Formerly House Bloodstone, currently the teachings of the light. Race: Dwarf Class: Paladin Age: 103 Sex: Male Hair: Scruffy blond hair collected into a compact ponytail as well as a thick braided beard. Eyes: Beady ardent blue. Weight: 220lbs Height: 5'1" Alignment: Lawful neutral |
Appearance
Usual Garments/Armor: Magnus tends to wear outfits that allow him to be both comfortable and modest due to his bulky proportions. Although a paladin he is likely to be seen in simple garb, similar to that of a monks.
Other: Magnus has a bulky, rather typical figure for a dwarf. His forearms are thick and burly whereas his stomach is round and bulging, preventing him from donning standard issue armor and tightly fitted clothing. He is not discouraged by his appearance however, choosing to take pride in his burly physique. He also possesses great physical strength, yet tends to be slow and sluggish.
Personality
Magnus is radically religious and idealistic, his views and judgments of others and their ideologies unfailingly biased to his own. He tends to be warm and open to those who share his ideals, yet wary of others who do not. Especially those who claim to worship deities differing with the light. Such radical belief is derived from a deep fear of darkness and the occult, traits in turn derived from a traumatic experience.
Magnus can be ambiguous in a slighted regard, unfailingly considering his own path and lifestyle the right one, in both ideology and practice. He is respectful of humans and the Alliance, yet he has a strong despise for elf's and races generally unfamiliar to him. As many dwarfs he enjoys drinking and eating in excess, a trait which remained with him during his lifetime. Such indulgence is also the cause of his disproportionate build. He believes that the end justifies the means if performed in accordance with his faith, a paradox notion that tends to leave him conflicted in practice.
The Bloodstone Bloodline
Over a century ago In the distant outskirts of Ironforge, the mine Bael'Urgun could be found nestled deep within the ancient mountains. Sealed away by gates of ancient stone, It stretched deep within the very core of the frozen soil. Serving as the home and livelihood of a noble bloodline of Dwarfs who had lived on the recourses the stone held for generations. The mighty rock within had been tamed by the tools of servants and slaves alike, a seize-less project fueled by the unsatisfiable greed of the bloodline and the vision of Its leader, Lord Kumar Bloodstone. He ruled firmly and expanded the mine through the restless labor of his subordinates to quench his manic desire for precious minerals and power.
Unlike many nobles he would take many consorts, yet to his dismay he found that they would only birth him daughters. Much as his greed for riches, his obsession with having his legacy and the name of his ancestors carried into the future by a son would come to plague him.
The treasury of the Bloodstone grew steadily under Lord Kumar's reign, the mine expanding beyond what his ancestors could had dreamed. Its massive halls held giant looming pillars carved from darkened onyx, adorned with precious marble and granite. Its floors where as intricate as they where vast, seizing only to make room for a chasm with pierced the very center of the mine, and by first glance the very earth itself. A long, spiraling ramp had been carved into the sturdy stone. Serving as a descent for the excavations of minerals which took place in its very depth.
If not for the many torches lighting the path downward the chasm had a particular darkness about it, one which seemed to consume the mine itself as the workers laid themselves to rest. The unsatisfiable greed of the Bloodstone would nourish this darkness over the years, strange rumbles escaping the depth of the abyss. Serving as laments of the mountain itself as the Dwarfs dug deeper and deeper.
Dismissing these rumbles as nothing but a natural disturbance Lord Kumar continued to enforce the excavations, eager to ensure his legacy and have the name of his ancestors carried forth into eternity. Having grown of old age for a dwarf he had become increasingly desperate to ensure the longevity of his rule as well. He claimed the hand of his younger cousin Brynhild in an unorthodox marriage, yet kept the company of several consorts to ensure that a son was conceived.
The wealth of the Bloodline grew ever vaster during the coming years, several trade routes having been established between the mine and Ironforge. Even greater merriment was bestowed upon Lord Kumar as his wife gave birth to a son which was given the name Magnar. With his rule secured for another generation Kumar would enjoy his venerable years by holding grand feasts, inviting upstanding families from all the corners of Dun Morgoh to tie connections beneficial to the bloodline. Yet an event took place which had not been accounted for. One of the Lord's consorts had become heavy with child even due to his age, and soon another son was born and given the name of Magnus.
Being only a half-blooded noble and the half-brother of the rightful successor to the mine Magnus birth was not a welcomed one in theory. However, in the twilight years of his life Lord Kumar had come to grow obsessed with the continuation of his line for generations to come.
He had plucked the child from his consorts arms and placed him in the care of his wife along with their firstborn, an insensitive deed to some, yet as far as the Lord was concerned his appetite for women was justified through his noble inheritance.
Soon it came to be that Lord Kumar's reign had expired, and as time deteriorates even the mightiest of mountains the Lord drew his final breath. His body was buried in a tomb carved in the darkened onyx of the chasm, which now stretched miles into the ground, holding several tunnels which where excavated ruthlessly in a greedy search for precious gems and minerals. The late Lord's advisor tended to his duties until Magnar would be old enough to claim the bloodlines reins, brought up alongside Magnus under the courtly hand of Brynhild.
Magnus, Son Of Kumar.
Magnus childhood was enclosed by the ancient gates of Bael'Urgun as well as the shadow of Magnar, who he was raised to believe was his elder brother. He lived in luxurious splendor due to the Bloodstone's wealth. Taught to value his noble kin and be stern and unforgiving to its servants. He was a spoiled, obnoxious child that would roam the great halls of the mine and look upon the restless labor of its workers in distaste and arrogance.
The ideology and hierarchy of the nobles would be burnt into his mind as he grew older. His relationship to his alleged mother was a courtly one, as was the relationship to his brother. The latter held strong hints of rivalry however, and although Magnar was the rightful successor of the late Lord Kumar Magnus thought that he was both wiser and stronger. Imaginative traits brought forth by the arrogant mind of a spoiled child.
Magnus was cruel and spiteful to those around him during his upbringing, although upholding a shallow courtly exterior. His perception of himself a grand and extraordinary one, always imagining his own abilities and wisdom to be above others. Since he was treated in a manner where he was always ensured that he was correct these delusional traits would manifest in his personality as the years passed. Magnus watched jealously as Magnar claimed the reins of the mine, an event which came to be when he had reached adulthood. Unlike the late Lord Kumar, Magnar was careless and impulsive given his mere age. He would order increased excavations into the now seemingly bottomless chasm of the mine without concern for its structure, which had been severely weakened over the years.
The rumbling laments of the mountain had since long been forgotten as it rose from the darkness of the chasm at nightfall, the plead of the stone having been ignored since the time of Lord Kumar. By each rock that was knocked loose from the walls of the mine, and by each gem plucked from its depth the pitch of the rumbles seemed to increase.
Magnus laid sleepless in his bed under its fine goose-feather coverings one night, grumbling irritably of the incompetence of his elder brother. The rumbles echoing from the distant chasm a sound that he had grown accustomed to long ago. He would mutter long into the night until a sudden crash could be heard bouncing against the walls of the mine. The hundreds of laborers that had laid themselves to rest not far from the source of the crash had jolted from their cots, to witness a sight indescribable by mere words. A shapeless, nameless darkness had rose from the hellish depth of the chasm in a putrid cloud of ashes and fire.
Consuming all in its path with malign fangs and claws of scorching death. Ripping and tearing into the flesh of the laborers in a sickening fashion, all sounds but the torturous screams of its victims smothered by the repulsive snap of bones and the excruciating disfigurement of flesh. Verily, the dwarfs greed had awoken something most foul from the depth of the earth.
Magnus jolted out of his bed and ran to peer out of his window which had been carved in the wall of the mountain, much as the noble estate where he resided with both his alleged mother and Magnar himself.
His eyes would be met by a darkness creeping over the intricate walls and floors of the mine to consume all who desperately tried to flee. He was stricken by a nauseating fear, returning to his bed swiftly before hiding under the coverings, shaking frantically as the sound of the creeping death grew ever closer. A spasm wrecked his frame as the door to his room where knocked open, his servants urging him on to come with them and make haste.
Crippled by fear Magnus followed suit, the rumbles echoing from the depth of the chasm growing ever intense as the nameless darkness hauled itself over the edge to devour all in its path. A panicked meeting took place in the noble residence which served as housing for both Lord Magnar, his mother Brynhild, several servants and Magnus himself.
It was decided that they would all flee for an emergency tunnel which could be found only a few hundred yards from the residence itself. Indescribable terror infused their minds as they listened to the torturous screams of their kin, a terrifying cacophony of pain and pleads that echoed over the high ceiling of the halls. Then suddenly, there was only silence.
As the group had gathered enough courage to set forth into the night mangled bodies could be found in heaps and mounds upon the intricate floors of the mine. The faces and frames of their kin hideously mauled and disfigured by the claws and teeth of an unimaginable foe. The group hurried over the blood soaked floor in terror, weakened by the nausea brought forth by the morbid sight.
As the tunnel became visible in the distance a sudden discordance could be heard spreading over the ceiling of the mine, the thick rock splitting before it began to rain down onto the corpse littered floors below.
The group broke into a panicked sprint, regrettably some would trip on the frames of their fallen kin only to be crushed by the boulders that rained down from the ceiling. Brynhild, the alleged mother of Magnus had been one of them. Her death swift as a massive oblong rock had crushed her in a deafening thud.
Magnus found himself praying for his own life as he found himself only a few yards from the opening of the tunnel, the boulders raining down behind him and urging on his sprint. He barely had managed to throw himself into the opening, a few servants managing the same before a massive boulder sealed the tunnel off in a cruel twist of fate.
Lord Magnar, Magnus alleged brother had been left within to the mercy of the crumbling mine. The crippled remains of the group sought themselves through the tunnel swiftly with terror in their hearts, panicked by the malign death they had witnessed. Tears would stain Magnus cheeks as light became visible in the end of the narrow tunnel, the group upon exit having escaped the malevolent wrath of the mountain.
Bael'Urgun had struck back against the greed of its inhabitants, and the noble bloodline which had resided there was no more. The group would not speak of the creeping death which had swept the mine, for the fear of mentioning such an indescribable foe had manifested in all their hearts. The tunnels opening held freshly fallen snow around it, a nearby crooked path outlined by stout, frost clothed trees could be seen as well. The night sky held several stars which swept over the peaks of the looming mountains, a beautiful sight slighted by the terror of their minds.
It was decided that the group would follow the path, and by the aid of a few signs they sought themselves to Ironforge. Magnus would not speak a word as they moved forth, his mind churning endlessly as thoughts of the malign sights and sounds repeated themselves. Upon reaching the massive gates of Ironforge the group would go their separate ways, and Magnus himself was left to his contemplation. He had been raised in a manner where he never had to provide for himself, yet his obnoxious and arrogant traits of past had now come to know a transcendence.
During his desperate escape he had prayed for his life to be spared, offering to give himself as a servant of the light in return. Feeling as if he had been given a second chance he choose to stay true to his word, yet it was not only honor that made him decide to change his ways. A crippling fear of the darkness had manifested in his mind, causing it to grow frail.
He realized that if he ever was to recover from such a trauma, he would have to life a life of purity and good intent. Having lost his wealth and identity as a noble heir he discarded the bloodline's surname, choosing to refer to himself as Magnus "Oathstrong". A symbolic name to remind himself of the path he had chosen.
He would seek out believers of the light with great difficulty, feeling obliged to learn more and devote himself. He was granted homage in a small monastery where he would subdue himself as a monk, years of solemn prayer and contemplation passing. To adjust to such a lifestyle proved difficult given his past which had been spent in wealth and luxury, yet the fear of breaking his oath to change fueled his studies and servility to the light.
Magnus past arrogance was soon replaced by a humble approach to life, cherishing all the simple things rather than crave luxury and act influenced by greed. However, his studies would soon grow into an obsession. His mind had never fully recovered from the hideous sights within Bael'Urgun, a place which had been forgotten by others long ago.
He was radical in his beliefs, eager to project them onto others. This compulsion would grow stronger by each year he spent within the walls of the monastery. A painful longing to venture out into the world and save those who could not save themselves from their sinfully decadent ways. His wish would soon be granted, as he had trained his mind and body. As well as shown utmost devotion to the monastery and its teachings. He was sent out into the world as a missionary, told to spread the word of peace and the teachings of the light.
However, Magnus radical traits would not allow him to be so prudent. He ventured out into the world, seeking to gather like minded before enforcing the ideology of the monastery. He would have them subdue to the purity and knowledge of the light, just as he had been subdued himself.
