Rulax

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Player: Sheppard

Character Full Name: Rulax Zharam'thor

Character In-Game Name: Rulax

Nickname(s): Rulax has many, but nearly all are of insulting exterior.

Association(s): The Knights of the Ebon Blade

Race: Sin'dorei

Class: Death Knight

Age: 233 (approximate 7 years have been spend in death)

Sex: Male

Hair: Fiery Red

Eyes: Icy Blue

Weight: 153 lbs.

Height: 6'2”

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Rulax might have lost his connections he once held with his people at death, his taste in clothing still reflects to what he once was when he was still alive and breathing. Red tinted colors are almost a must in his clothing, with the additional yellow or gold. Silken robes have his preference, but as a knight of death, his plated armor consists to quite the opposite; cold colors and blackness is what he wears to represent his new ‘life' to the outside world in his twisted way of ironic humor.

Other: Rulax has the tendency to annoy people, even if done absentminded. The deceased sin'dorei will flip a coin every few moments should he get bored, or highly amused. He refuses to give value to one coin alone, so every time he flips one, it is always simply a random coin out of his purse, or from someone else.

The skin on both his left cheek, and neck has been torn and unhealed; revealing the rotten, dark flesh beneath, glowing with the essence that has left him animated all this time. He speaks with little air because of the hole in his windpipe, and needs to inhale lots before he has finished even a sentence. This makes him a slow, almost agonizing talker.

Runeblade Xharatious: Once a blade founds between the many corpses of Sin'dorei in Silvermoon, this blade was brought to Ebon Hold with many others to be runeforced into a new, mightier weapon for the new 'recruits'. Rulax was the one to get it from one of the instructors as he enforced his own runes of blood, frost and unholy to the blade's steel. While Rulax was the one to name his blade vocally, the sword had long last whispered the name into his ears. Now, the blade continues to taint Rulax's spirit, twisting it into an image of corruption.

The red tainted blade twists into a deadly curve, the steel carved with wicked looking points once every few inches. The runes are forced into the hilt, chaotic and unruly looking; this is--of course--not the case. Rulax has thought of his markings as he does with his paintings; chaotic and filled with unrestrained passion as he marked his sword with ferocious strokes.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Rulax is--without a doubt--a very daring person, and with that also very careless. His actions are filled with dynamics, should it either be though the use of vulgar words, or flashy moves. While his brash moves might not always seem thoughtful, one might be surprised to realize Rulax is quite the shrewd guy; even cornered, the undead Sin'dorei always seems to be able to talk his way out or do the unthinkable to try and brake free. Fearless, many might say, and those words could not be any less true, and oh-so sneaky. Rulax plays his cards discreetly, thus one might not even know a thing to have happened till Rulax is long gone, outside harms reach and off to find his next victim to his cruel, wicked mind games.

One, who finally gets this Sin'dorei to have a ‘normal' conversation with, will soon find this to be not the case; his words are cryptic, always beating around the bush and--in most cases--never sincere. It is easily to say this man is not to be trusted for his silver tongue, should one value his life, or his sanity. Also quite manipulative, Rulax tends to play with his companions, saying things he obviously knows will crawl beneath his target's skin or simply get the other to do his bidding. Female companions are his favorite targets; he prefers to rely on his charm to get what he wants. He does, however, tend to be easily bored, and will move on to his next quarry swiftly if he ends up being in this state of mind.

Creativity doesn't only show through his fast-witted words alone, but in his hobbies as well. One would be quite surprised to learn of this man's favorite pastime; namely painting. When Rulax was still alive and a citizen to Silvermoon City, he was renowned for his skills on the canvas, and the deceased Sin'dorei has refused to give up on any of his talents, even in death. One who would admire his painting would either be horrified or amazed depending on their character, but the emotions playing over the faces are mostly of powerful emotions. His paintings are wild with passionate colors and filled with gore; the pictures reflect on his wicked personality quite well, so to speak.

His converting to the undead has not gone without inflicting permanent scars to his soul. While his personality traits don't seem forced, it is nothing compared to what he once was when still alive. He is depressed, but Rulax never shows this side of him to the outside world. What he wears is a mask; protection to what is still breakable. Even if Rulax refuses to acknowledge what he sees as a weakness, this anxious feeling that he may be crushed beneath the pressure of inner demons remembered. Playing dumb to questions regarding his past that stayed unanswered are not simply so to hide his identity, but also to himself, to forget.

History

A Once Beginning is a Start

Rulax grew up to both a mother and father inside the city walls of Silvermoon. His father was a scholar and trained to learn frost bound magic in Dalaran, under his teacher who was an Archmage of the Kirin Tor. Rulax shares his family name with his father, Marailion Zharam'thor. His mother--Frojana Dawnstrider--was a magi as well, however, her skills far surpassed his father's and, before the fall of Quel'Thalas, she was known and feared as Archmage amounts their people. The still young Rulax showed great interest in the arcane schools as well under the influence of his parents, and enlisted at quite the young age in the local academy inside Silvermoon. However, unlike his mother who was highly skilled at harnessing magic, Rulax training went far from being smooth, and the easily bored Rulax dropped most classes he held no love for, skipping them when he thought them of no importance.

Part of You is Art

Always in search for a thing to do in his boredom, Rulax attended to many ‘pastimes' when he was not at the academy studying. He gave all kind of things a try, but in the end, placing a brush on canvas to create paintings was what brought him most delight. It didn't take long before his mother found out that her son did not attended most of his lessons at the academy, and confronted Rulax on his behavior. The still young Sin'dorei got easily annoyed at his mother's lecture, and went outside to cool down without saying as much as a farewell. It took only a few moments before Rulax returned however, and Frojana was dumbfounded to see her son pass her. Asking what he was doing, Rulax simply replied he was getting his ‘stuff'. His mother watched her son leave with only a few brushes, a clean canvas and his easel without ever hearing from him again. In his years he was alone, Rulax got well known under an alias to stay anonymous to his parents or familiars; namely Felo'Sin (Fireblood). The name was chosen to reflect on his fiery style in painting, filled with red tints and chaotic in its most passionate form. His father returned a few years after from Dalaran when he had finished his studies, but never got to see his son again.

Lonesome, Even in Death

Rulax learned through hardship how to survive on his own inside the borders of Silvermoon, but nothing could prepare him for what was about to happen to their people, his home. When the Scourge came crashing through the Elvengates, he had not fully learned the ways of even one school of magic, and without experience or skill, Rulax was easily overpowered by the unfair amount of undead grunts that were fighting against him. Beaten to death, the last sight Rulax was to witness in his living life was the blood red sky--an image to forever haunt his mind--as his conscious fell into darkness. Rulax Zharam'thor had died at the hands of the Scourge, and was carried away in one of the many Meat Wagons to his new…home.

Reawakened to Coldness Inflamed

When Rulax reopened his eyes, the first thing he notices was the strange, cold feeling inside his body, consuming him to even the very tip of his fingers. Also, the never ending pull kept whispering dark nothings into his ears, urging him on, but to what, Rulax did not know. His mind felt awful empty, as if--no matter what--he was ever to draw a blank. It was when everything was explained to him by one of the emotionless instructors, did Rulax know what he had become; a tool to the Lich King's will; a weapon of chaos and destruction. His will was not to be his own for a long while, and, with the creation of his runeblade Xharatious, Rulax did the unthinkable in the name of his new Master. With his fellow Death Knights, Rulax rained retribution to the Scourge's enemies; all without a motion of his own desirers.

May Pain Lead you to Darkness

Rulax's spirit found its braking point when the pressure of both the Lich King's and his own runeblade's maddening whispers took its toll. Twisted with horrors of his own actions and the vile images of a mind not his own, Rulax's personality changed for the worse. The once alive Sin'dorei had never taken pleasure of hurting or misleading others, but the continues hunger for chaos and torment had warped his mind into enjoying it, ironically. The world became his playground, and everyone was a simply peon; a piece he could move and manipulate to his volition. However, a tool could never become the player, and the part of Rulax's mind that was still his own knew that fact to be true.

Freedom to a Damned Soul

When Rulax joined the battle for Light's Hope Chapel, the undead Sin'dorei would have never dreamed it to be the day of his bitter salvation. With the Lich King weakened, the hold on his spirit had been shattered, and no longer did Rulax hear the maddening susurrus which was to slowly crack his resolve into dust. With the people he called now his ‘blood brothers', Rulax attacked the Scourge for Ebon Hold. Victorious, Rulax was one of the many to be entered into the order of the Knights of the Ebon Blade. His easily bored mind had him never stay on one spot long, thus Rulax left to venture the world he once left as a living being, to enter as a shadow to what he once was. Though the undead Sin'dorei has no knowledge to his history when he was still alive, Rulax kept feeling a pull to the direction of his race's homeland. Unknown what to think of it however, he held his distance away from Silvermoon and left for the Undercity instead.