Quilvatu

Player: ThePharaoh

Character Full Name: Quilvatu

Character In-Game Name: Quilvatu

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Alliance, Draenei

Race: Draenei

Class: Mage

Age: 18,520

Sex: Male

Hair: Black

Eyes: blue

Weight: 520 lbs

Height: 7'10

Skills: In Game Mage abilities.

Appearance

Robes and other cloth items, made not to obstruct him channeling arcane. He usually has a staff for walking, and a hilt which he conjures an arcane force from, using only when confined to close quarters.

Personality

Quilvatu is vengeful, and angry at the Burning Legion for taking his mate, and endangering his life numerous times. He feels very close with other Draenei and attempts to do anything he can to combat the Legion and fel in general. He is quite serious, but does have a softer side one he has forgotten because he is always on the move. He is always in search of knowledge, but prefers action and can be reckless at times because of this. He is a little more callous that most draenei, yet peace is his ultimate goal. He has just been burned too much by his opponents to think it will happen if they remain passive. History

Quilvatu was born into chaos, on a distant planet. One of the clay mound huts, made by the natives indigenous to the planet protected him and his mother as large meteor's of fel fire rocketed towards the endless plans. Everything in the domed shelter shook as the owner frantically helped his mother remain calm through Quilvatu's birth. He was the only draenei to be born during this short stint on this planet. His presence was going to be celebrated but it was halted by an abrupt attack by demons. After birth, his mother was too weak to carry him to safty, so she entrusted him with one of the natives of the planet. The one in which they were staying with. The creature obliged and ran out into the feild at night with the baby. He fled dodging draenei corpses bleeding in the ground, and scampering demons feasting on his own species. In the distance lights begin to glow and rocket into the air, the draenei were departing once more. The creature made it to another Draenei who was on a loading ramp waving refugees in. The native gave the baby Quilvatu to the other draenei pleading. "This is Quilarmari's child. Take him!" He said in their rough language. The draenei nodded, aware of the baby's upcoming birth. "What's his name, vatu?" The draenei asked, as the last members of the refugee's boarded the ship.

The creature thought about it, as the baby was still unnamed. "Quilvatu." He said, and turned around. "I have to find my family!" the native said disappearing into the chaos. The vessel left, and searched for another planet. Over the millenia to follow, Quilvatu had become adept in wielding arcane energy. He trained and studied most while they traveled in silence from planet to planet in horror and sorrow. Remembering those who they lost, and their own death they narrowly escaped. Over these millenia he trained others and even fell in love with a female draenei Yashira who became his mate. The two were inseparable, until the burning legion returned to whatever planet they inhabited at the time. The legion was relentless and their slaughter manifested hatred inside of Quilvatu.

He led a team of magi who fought with the warriors of the Naaru, to defend their people as they escaped. On a planet composed mostly of ice they were attacked again. He fought valiantly, but left the fight to return to Yashira who was left alone. While returning he saw she was in danger. He killed the demons and stayed by her for the rest of the battle. For his negligence he was removed from the squad, which caused many of his comrades to die. He felt horrible, as most felt he was responsible for the casualties suffered. But his mate was pregnant and he wished to make sure she was alright. Over a long period of time, she gave birth to his daughter. Whom everyone in their community celebrated happily, as another one to further their dying race. For centuries they stayed at this planet, and Quilvatu raised his daughter the best he could. He slowly regained the trust of his comrades and peers on the planet. As soon as things were becoming better, they were again attacked. They fled to a planet, they dubbed Draenor and met up with more Draenei who arrived there from different planets.

There they met the orcs, which eventually ended in more battles, more slaughter. One in which claimed the life of his mate, Yashira. He was devastated and fled with his only daughter before crashing in Azsure Myst. For a while he kept her sheltered in the Exodar and traveled with a few members to scout the area. It was there he met his first human, and knowledge of the Alliance. He saw they too fought the burning Legion relentlessly and wished to help. His daughter was now an adult and wished to join him. He didn't want to lose her, so he forbade it and left her with his comrades. Now he travels trying to meet other Draenei who are organizing a front against the Burning Legion, and plans to aid their new allies to the fullest. He also worries of his young daughter who reminds him of his fallen mate.