Nerethor

Information

Player: Killazer

Character Full Name: Nerethor

Character In-Game Name: Nerethor

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): The Blackwind Cartel.

Race: Draenei

Class: Death Knight

Age: 10462

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Dark Runic Blue

Weight: 261kg

Height: 7'9"

Appearance

Nerethor is usually wearing armor that shares the same model as saronite armor. Actually, his armor is reinforced steel platemail. His armors are pretty heavy, and thats why he cant move really fast. The armors are emitting cold air, and his runeblade is not an exception, with icy runes forged into it.

Personality

Nerethor is one of those people you dont want to mess around with. He may be brutal, unhuman killer, but only when fellow Draenei or alliance member is in great danger. That doesnt mean he is all kind when he is alone. A word of insult to him, and he may frown a bit, or the hell may break loose. His memory is mostly washed away, and his history remains hidden for many. He have lost his trust in Naaru and in the light.

History

Like many of his fellow Eredars, he was born at Oshu'Gun, about 10400 years ago. He grew up under the watchful eye of his parents, who were running a tavern in Oshu'Gun. He grew and started to learn the possession of magic. He studied to be a priest, like his father and mother were. His studies went well, years passed, and he eventually became one of the many priests of Oshu'Gun.

It was the time for one of the biggest moments of Draenei history. Sargeras made his offer to the Eredar race, and Velen was the only one seeing through the evil plans of Sargeras. Velen had made the right choice, and declined Sargeras offer. By doing that, Velen and his followers, Nerethor among the ten thousands of followers. They named themselves "Draenei" and left the planet of Argus, to escape to a better place. Nerethor and his family hoped for better future.

They had found it. The peaceful planet of Draenor, with everything they needed to start a new civilisation. The lands and hills of Draenor were partly inhabitated by shamistic orc clans, but they lived in peace. Not for long. Kil'Jaeden had been planning on chasing up and striking down the Velen's group, to make sure they dont make it to the safety alive. It was not much of a task for Kil'Jaeden to corrupt and turn the orcs against Draenei. After a while, Velen found that his followers were getting slaughtered. Nerethor faced the cold truth of the "peaceful" land. He was forced to heal his own brothers of race, some brutally wounded and some were imparalyzed for their whole life. They were mostly destroyed, but Velen managed to escape with the survivors to Zangarmarsh. There they created small civilisations, and then left for another planet. This had affected Nerethor's perspective of the life. It was brutal and bloody for long time for him.

The draenei managed to steal a huge spaceship, the Exodar. It was once a Naaru ship, which was stolen from them by the blood elves. Now the draenei had stolen it back again. With the Exodar, they left for one more time, seeking for a new planet. Mid-flight, the Exodar was sabotaged by few blood elves, who were hiding in the ship. It suddenly became a nightmare for the Draenei. Praying for Naaru, the Exodar crashlanded on the isles of Azuremyst. They once again lost many of their own, but pretty many survived the crash.

One hundred year passed, and Neretho grew more powerful as a priest. He mostly used his skills on healing regular injuries. Years passed by, and Nerethor was doing what his mind wanted him to. Help his own race, when help was needed. But something, there was something he didnt like about the isle. He eventually joined a group of adventurers. The group was later to join a ship of goblins. Their destination was not Kalimdor, neither Eastern Kingdoms. They went for the Borean Tundra in the Northrend, straight into the danger. They had no idea which kind of evil operated there, and it was the last trip the crew did.

The Borean Tundra was ahead, and they left the ship, only to feel the cold air of the tundra, and get immediately slaughtered by a small army of scourge. They were outnumbered. The ship faced the destiny of being sunk, and the crew laid slaughtered on the cold beach. Days passed, a week or two passed aswell. Then, the Lich King started to gather his army, reviving every dead person he could find with his current army. They even killed people, just to revive them under his own control later. Nerethor and the crew became part of it. Nerethor was trained to became an unhuman, emotionless killer. With his runeblade and the will of Lich King, he was sent to the Plaguelands along with many others, in order to take control of whole Eastern Kingdoms. There, his body and mind, used by Lich King, was forced to slaughter children, men, women, even whole families and villages. Years passed again.

It was the day, when Lich King was slain. The whole Azeroth was celebrating the greatest victory in the history of the world. His undead army gained their own mind and body back. Some continued the slaughter however, addicted to gore and blood they spilt from the human race they ravaged on. Some backed up, only to face the fact they could never again live normal life. They were meant to be undead, until they would die. They were forced to lose their memory, lose their ability to feel emotionly. Nerethor joined the Ebon Blade, which had a purpose. Purpose to form peace with Horde and Alliance. When the peace with Alliance was made, Nerethor left to Eastern Kingdoms, in hope of finding a new life. Thats where he roams today.