Quennath

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Bloodelf maleHunter Quennath Bloodletter
Yvakara LifebringerQuennath Bloodletter
Gender Male
Race Blood Elf
Class Ranger
Association(s) Silvermoon, The Farstriders
Status Alive

Quennath Bloodletter is a 830-year-old Blood Elf Ranger. He is played by Jonoth.

History

Quennath was born in Silvermoon, the son of an old ranger named Qoril Sunletter who had fought in the Troll Wars. Quennath's father was a bitter man, having fought arduously in the Alterac Mountains and losing his arm in the process. After the initial celebration had disipated, he had been left to return to the poverty he fought out of, his skill as an archer negated from lack of appendage. He fell into a drunken, violent depression, almost never remembering the exploits of the previous day. It was long after that he met Quennath's mother, a homeless drug addict who had squandered what little she had from her years as a barmaid. She was young, and still barely holding on to her looks which she used to her advantage to find places to sleep.

The old man fell for the act, but her luck ran out as her belly began to grow from the new life within. She returned to him, begging for him to take care of her and her unborn, but was met with anger, swiftly getting the boot back onto the street. When Quennath was born, the young mother returned to the old man, hoping that seeing their child face to face would bring compassion. He looked at the boy, unable to deny the face that looked like his, and the chance to have a son, an heir. He reluctantly took the two in, and Quennath grew up around his father openly abusing his mother, advising the boy that if he wanted to have control over his life, he needs to have control over the people in it.

Early on, the old man took Quennath to Eversong to train with his bow, hunting the smaller, faster creatures first. He was a stern and tough trainer, forcing repetition after repetition until the boy was hitting his mark and learning to anticipate the movements of the beasts. He would make the boy spend nights by himself to adjust to the natural surroundings, and to toughen him up. All the while, his mother would cope with her husband's violence with bloodthistle, her once desired beauty melting away. One night, she just vanished, Quennath's father moving one like she never existed, but leaving Quennath himself confused. Having been denied a close bond with his mother, Quennath grew to be a serious, and sexist, young man. Like his father, he did not hold his tongue for anyone, and he was often getting into fights due to his constant talking down upon his peers. His father's constant talk of how easy the nobles had it, and his constant wishing for praise and wealth would also rub off on the boy, who built up the mindset that becoming a noble would solve all his problems. Even at his young age he would take care of his appearance, both body and clothes, to appear in a higher class than the home he returned to.

The one thing Quennath inherited that was of use was his father's skill with a bow. As an adult, he began making a name for himself as a mercenary, piercing arrows bringing a swift end to those who tried to escape him. He would be noticed during the formation of the Farstriders, and while his sexist and elitist demeanor was offputting to say the least, his ability was undeniable. He would push himself farther as part of the group, learning to position himself in a much more hidden fashion, his arrows seeming to come from nowhere at all to hit their mark. Many an invading Troll would never see death coming, and the respect he was taught to seek came.

But this respect was largely purely professional. As a person, he was widely unliked, only the band he was a part of learning to tolerate his personality, and a few growing to like him for his blunt honesty. While always keeping up his facade of eliteness, he was compassionate about his brothers in arms. He even shed his sexist stance for a single woman in the band, Lhindiel, an undersized fighter who could still engage the enemy as the rest of the group. He was particularly close to a ranger named Riael Novalight, whose heritage as a noble Quennath envied all while Riael denied it. Though he seldom speaks of it outside the members of the band, these were the happiest times Quennath would know. Even as the Second War dawned and the Elves defended their home, there was a feeling of invincibility within him, feeling that any threat, any challenge, would be beaten back.

This all changed with Arthas' march on Quel'Thalas and the corruption of the Sunwell. When Quennath checked on his father amidst the chaos, he found his dead body in an alley, with a woman who looked worn and wretched in his arms. He realized that it was his mother, returned home and apparently reconciling with his father. But instead of happiness, Quennath only felt contempt at the old man who had gonesoft. He would take this anger with him as he managed to escape with the survivors into the woods, changing his last name to Bloodletter in honor of the Sin'dorei movement.

Travelling with Kael’thas' forces, his band would encounter demonic forces in both Outland and Northrend, an experience that combined with the withdrawals from the Sunwell and the death of his father slowly began to take it's toll on Quennath. The last straw was the death of Riael's brother, Jidaeo, after which Quennath left the band, citing that he did not know what he was fighting for. The truth of the matter was that Quennath was a broken man, his hand growing unsteady from a lack of confidence, and his heart growing weak from a fear of ending up as his father, maimed and unuseful.

Back home in Silvermoon, he lauded himself as a hero, some foolish enough to stroke his ego, most simply ignoring him. He took to the lifestyle of a noble, even hiring a servant woman, and raising a spoiled lynx as a pet. But deep down, he knew the truth, and that he was destined to repeat his father's regrets. The discovery of fel absorption was no help either, as he would slowly start succumbing to addiction as his mother had all those years ago. He would seek out the remaining remnants of ghouls in the Dead Scar, feeding his problem in secret, trying to simultaneously hold up his confident public image. Even after the Sunwell was restored, the addiction remained strong in him, connected with his inner demons. Had it not been for the timely arrival of a letter from Riael summoning him to Northrend, he would have eventually become one of the Wretched that were pariahs on the outside of the city. Instead, he went North, to bury old friends and rediscover the brash elf he once was.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral

Quennath comes off as extremely arrogant, overly confident in his appearance and abilities as a hunter. He dresses in noble-appearing garb, enjoying the attention it brings despite not being from a noble family himself. He does not believe in holding his tongue, and his mouth often gets him into trouble. However, he suffers from terrors and panic attacks after a horrible experience, secretly having so much doubt that it has significantly driven up his arcane and fel addiction, the effect of magic often being his favored way to calm his nerves.

Quennath is a sexist of the highest order. Despite the number of strong female elves in his people's history, his life experiences has largely led him to the conclusion that the only good woman is an obedient one. Only once has he ever given a woman credit for her accomplishments, and the honor was bestowed upon her post-humously.

Quennath has almost no tolerance towards any non-Blood Elf race. To him, the Alliance are all traitors to the Elven cause, and the other Horde races are uncivilized brutes or undead abominations.

Appearance

  • Scale/Height: 6'1"
  • Weight: 165 lbs
  • Hair: Black
  • Eyes: Fel Green

Usually wearing very well-kept leather clothes, leaning mostly towards brown, gold, and red in color.

Other: He is most often seen in the company of his lynx, Muffin.

Skills and Abilities

A long time marksman, he uses the bow as an extention of his own body, capable of hitting very difficult shots with seemingly little effort. He especially excels in the woods and forests, where he made a name for himself as a Farstrider. Due to his experiences in Northrend, however, he is suffering from panic attacks as well as a lack of confidence, so his uncanny aim is very streaky, one moment appearing to be an example of elven bow mastery, and the next a rank amateur. Quennath also has some ability to tame wild beasts, but his tendency to spoil them make the creatures lazy and largely unreliable in battle.