Noctis

Information

Player: Xemnasking

Character full name: Noctis Veralis (This Name was taken after death, in life he was known as Desril Beniven.)

Character In-Game Name: Noctis

Nickname(s): Those close to him sometimes refer to him as "Poet".

Association(s): Sin'Dorei, Ebon Blade, The Horde, The Scourge (Ex.)

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Death Knight

Age: 145 (Died at age 137, spent 6 years under the scourge, and spent two more years in solitude).

Sex: Male

Hair: Falcon, some bits of the hair fly out at the back, and the longer bits go down across his shoulders. He has one lock of hair that dips over his eye.

Eyes: A crystal blue, with some darker tones depending on the lighting.

Weight: 160lbs

Height: 6'0

Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance

When he is ready for combat, or in combat, he wears a dark plate, made from Cobalt that he gathered up, and had a blacksmith smelt for him. His Runeblade is made from Cobalt as well, the only reason he didn't get Saronite armor, is because he values his sanity, or rather, what is left of it.

His usual weapon is a spear, and he collects different ones along his travels.

Other: His civil clothes consist of a cloth robe, and he carries his book around with him, always.

Personality

While Noctis may be twisted from his time serving the scourge, he has a sense of depth to him. Being a scholar by trait, he is an analytical thinker, and usually over-analyzes certain things. This causes him to sometimes make mistakes, and try to figure out exactly what people are feeling. Because his flesh hasn't decayed, he likes to keep in shape, building his strength as much as he can. When an event surpasses, he seems to always have a quote, or a line of sort that he can say about it, which earned him the nickname "Poet". Despite being alone for two years separating himself from his past lives (being alive, then a Knight of the Scourge), he is an articulate individual. He has a sort of narcissistic view that everything he does is good, and in one view, it is. He sometimes refers to himself as "The Gatekeeper of Death", referring to how he believes he died, so he could fight the scourge and keep the dead, dead. One might call him a hypocrite for that, saying he is dead himself, but to that he would reply with his belief that he never actually died, rather hibernated. He is also rather sarcastic and witty at times.

History

Born in the city of Silvermoon, to the name of Desril Beniven, he was never much of a fighter. His father taught him the art of swordplay, and he enjoyed it, but he wasn't a very good swordsman. He much rather would spend his time at the library, and read. With the aspiration to become a poet, or at least a scholar, he would go to the library whenever he could, and read. Although, because he was young, he didn't fully understand many of the books he read, but he did learn quite a bit that he could understand. Most of the people he knew wanted to be arcanists, or knights of the guard, but he wanted none of that.

As he grew, he wanted to practice swordplay more deeply. At the start, he still wasn't very good, but he did make advancements. At the age of about thirty, he started writing about the world around him, things he would hear about trouble with the Amani, or things creeping along the borders. At one point, he travelled to Dalaran, to further his studies. He learned about Alchemy, and took that up as a profession, and herbalism along with it. Noctis stayed in Dalaran from the age of 31 until about the age of 60, when he moved on. Because he wasn't terribly good at close range combat, he studied the ways of the archer, and was much better with a bow than a blade. He made a little hut for himself in the wild, and trained in archery, until about the age of 75.

He returned to Silvermoon at this point and ran into an old friend of his, Arestir. Arestir was an archer in the city guard, and while not the smartest, she could hit a target like nobody's business, so to speak. Noctis decided to join Arestir in the guard, not seeing much else to do at this point, and nobody would care for a poet, or a scholar. He still wrote in his book, that he has had since childhood, but he left it in a safe place, under a stone in Farstrider's Square so if he died, it would still be preserved. Noctis learned many things within the guard, he learned the proper way to become strong, and exercise his muscles, something he never failed to do after. Noctis began spending more and more time relaxing, and writing, and skipping his guard duty.

At the age of 100, he left the guard, and settled down. He bought himself a place to live, and found a wife. He lived peacefully for thirty years; he had a child, wrote three books and donated them to the library, and advanced his alchemy skills. Then, peace broke. Odd enemies began trying to assault Silvermoon, and Noctis felt it was his duty to help fiend them off. He re-joined the guard, and resumed his position, just in time. A massive assault from the Scourge, he watched as they barreled up Eversong, and right towards Silvermoon. Being a foot soldier, he was sent out with Arestir, who was still in the guard, as his captain, and a man named Sares Everloom, who he barely knew, and frankly, barely liked either. The Scourge assaulted, Noctis watched as his allies fell around him. He stood to the side shooting arrows at the horrors that ran past him. One might say he went against his duty, when he left the defense to protect the inner city, but one might also say it was a smart move. The despicable horrors flooded into the city, and he shot down as many as he could, when suddenly... an arrow pierced his chest, a freezing shot. He fell over, as his body began to chill. He was starting to go pale, but he wasn't dying. He was growing stiff, as the cold intensified. He watched as the Scourge flooded out of the city, and away towards the Sunwell. Calm ensued, for a moment, as he used the last of his energy to crawl out of the charred soil, and into the city. He watched a man's family be decimated by the skeletal monsters, and the man fled. He was exhausted at this point, he wasn't dying, and he was freezing two skeletal beings, walked over to him, and appeared to be having a conversation over his corpse-like self. They hoisted him up, and carried him away, as he fell asleep.

He woke up, in a dark building, suddenly clad in dark armor. He could see his breath. He looked around, seeing other men in dark armor standing around, looking upon him. He looked up, and saw a tall man help him up, as he was kneeling. He asked what happened, almost as if he was in another world, not knowing what was surpassing, as the tall shadow above him shook it's head and calmly said "Your will, is not your own." From that point on, Noctis took the name Noctis Veralis, and trained as a knight of the Scourge. Because he didn't actually die, but was frozen, his flesh was preserved, and could pass off as a normal Blood Elf, if it weren't for the eyes. He gained strength, and learned a Death Knight's abilities, specializing in Blood magic, but he trained in Frost too, just not as deeply. During this time, he hardened, not being as soft as he used to be. Noctis gained an appreciation for standing up for himself, as if he didn't in the Scourge, he would be dead, or more so than now. At one point, he was sent to get a group of minions to kill some Argent Dawn members who were getting close to a Scourge ground base, when he felt something, warmth inside of him. He didn't fully know what was happening at Light Hope's Chapel at the time, but, he had almost a will now. He stopped for a moment, to fully grasp his euphoria. The Skeletons around him looked upon him, when he turned to them and said

"Who I was, hates who I have become, yet I shall not falter. I am Noctis, and I am free."

He turned, and slaughtered his minions, and fled. He joined the Ebon Blade, and fought his enemies. Abandoning his Alchemy a long time ago, he picked up Mining and Blacksmithing, though he was new at them, he mined some Cobalt, and had a higher grade Blacksmith in Northrend smelt him some armor. He spend two years alone, separating himself from who he used to be, and becoming who he was destined to be. Most recently, he returned to Silvermoon, and discovered that the library where his former two books had been was burned. He re-claimed his old book, with his former writings in it, and took up his old art again, though his writings are much darker than they once were. He plans now, to kill those who oppose him, mainly the Scourge, at any cost, even his own life.