Tarear

Information

Player: Aroes

Character Full Name: Tarear Ironraven

Character In-Game Name:

Nickname(s):n/a

Association(s): Himself, other Demon Hunters

Race: Night Elf

Class:[[Rogue|Demon Hunter]

Age: 663

Sex: Male

Hair: A deep purple in nature, rather long and unkempt in the front.

Eyes: Burnt eye sockets.

Weight: 273 pounds.

Height: 7’1”

Appearance

Much like his brother, Tarear is heavily tattooed and covered in scars. It should be noted that he possesses considerably less of them due to the fact he’s not usually the first into combat. His tattoos of binding are black in color and snake around his lower torso in sharp lines. He dresses sparingly in several vests and kilts. His glaives are often rolled into a bedroll in order to disguise them while traveling.

Personality

Even as a child Tarear was always the patient one, taking his time in all tasks from simple chores to more martial activities. For most of his life things were taken in stride, the bliss of a simple, stress free life. He is thoughtful of his surroundings prefers to take things slow and steady with regards to both life and demon hunting. He takes a stalking approach when it comes to demons, often setting traps at viable ambush points ahead of them. He is still quite dedicated to the furthering of his peoples both philosophically and militarily, wishing nothing more than to see the plague of the Legion gone from Ashenvale forever. Unlike his brother, Tarear views mortal users of fel with pity. He sees them as lost souls beyond redemption and is thus more than happy to grant them a quick and merciful death.

History

Tarear was born as the second son of the Ironraven family, if only by a few moments. For about a quarter of his life so far his only sibling was a twin brother. They never truly knew if their father and mother had been thankful or disappointed that neither of them showed any druidic potential, leading to a life of simplicity in the forests of Ashenvale, the hours filled with teachings of metalwork and ventures into martial skill. These were the days when there were no wars to be fought, no constant need to struggle for survival, and most importantly...no demonic taint in their homeland. They ignored the years as a mountain ignores the wind, decades seeming to pass like days when the realization came that they had grown from simple wooden training swords to metal blades. Many new additions were added to the family as well, and the two did their best to act as positive role models for the younger siblings. Time passed and right at about 300 years of age the two bid their family a fond farewell, setting off to have a life of their own. The two brothers ventured east over the river and into Azshara where the lived out a hermited life, defending the fledgling wildlife and cleansing the area of what used to be the highborne elves. After several hundred years of acting as the watchers for their little slice of Azshara they would be forced to drastically rethink their path. About 150 years ago, their home was overrun in the night by the demons of Felfire Hill.

The brothers tried as hard as they could to hold their ground but eventually the demons just absolutely overwhelmed them with sheer numbers, forcing them to flee back across the river into Ashenvale. They returned to the burning remains of their home several days later to find the torn remains of the many demons that had perished in the days previous. Something was most definitely off though, as there were many more corpses than the two of them could have possibly killed. Near the remains of their home they discovered a terribly wounded elf and a strange set of weapons laying not far from him. Assuming that this person had somehow stood against the demonic horde, the two set about patching up his wounds and placing the remains of the legion soldiers into a funeral pyre. Surprisingly the man was up and about after only 10 days, he briefly introduced himself as Galfaldor, expressing his surprise that someone actually tended to him Considering what he was. The brothers were equally surprised, having not even been aware that such a thing existed. As they began clearing the remnants of the house, with a bit of help for Galfaldor, they inquired into what it took to acquire such skill in combat that he was capable of facing that many foes.

Galfaldor warned the two repeatedly throught his vague explanation that it was a dangerous and life altering thing to do. They accepted that and no more was spoken of it for a few days. During those days the two brothers debated on whether or not such a thing would benefit them, having had the rather rude awakening of many demons. So the next morning they went to Galfaldor and explained their reasoning in a clear manner, simply asking if he would consider it.

Galfaldor explained that the two would be required to cut all connections they had with society, sneaking in a snide comment about how it seemed they'd already done that, and journey far away from Azshara for many months. Their training started with excercises designed to increase both their strength and endurance. The routine was not that different from what they were used to; early mornings, late nights, many miles covered...but it was at a much quicker pace. For a solid month they would get up quite early in the morning and run until noon when they stopped for lunch, only to continue on until dusk. Most of this time seemed to pass in a delirium of pain and aching lungs as muscle was constantly being built and rebuilt. After two weeks spent recovering from the month of running, Galfaldor presented them both with rather large grimoires containing all the types, strengths, and weaknesses of demons. They were to read these cover to cover and would either pass their test or be tossed back to the world. Tarear, being the bookworm of the family, had an easier time of it than his brother who would always get fidgety after sitting still for any more than an hour. For their exam, Galfaldor took them out into the field close to Felfire hill and pointed out various demons, demanding the two name a specific fact about them. Both ended up passing with little fanfare.

For the next bit of training the brothers were split and taken one at a time into the wilds near Felfire hill by Galfaldor. Tarear was given a ritual knife and told to pick the strongest demon he reasonably felt he could handle and kill it with the dagger. For the first day, Tarear hid in the trees simply scoping the area for a suitable demon. Before long he spotted a Shivarra that had a tendency to walk a bit farther away from the other demons than appeared normal. He made note of the gruesome swords it held and its approximate height and width. The next few days were spent properly clearing alternate routes and setting enough traps. On the fifth day, Tarear set out to draw the demon into his trap. From 40 yards away he shot an arrow at her as she was getting ready to go back to her patrol. The Shivarra spied Tarear standing just shy of the treeline just over a hundred feet away and took off after him. Seeing that the demon was sufficiently interested in rending his soul, Tarear turned around and ran for his life into the thicket. He ducked under the tripwires for various traps he'd set, the demon hot on his trail. A log suspended by rope fell out of the canopy and almost struck the Shivarra in the face, but really only slowed her down. She leapt over two pitfall traps in the hunting of the elf. Her demise came at a bottleneck of two very thick trees, the passage was just big enough so the Tarear could run through it but the demon was forced to turn. As she was twisting through, a large branch that Tarear had pulled back snapped forward and directly into the demon's ribcage, the ritual knife fully penetrating the width of her body and landing some 10 away on the other side. He collected the dagger and made his way back to Galfandor.

Once Mythor had returned with his kill, Galfandor sat them both down and made it quite clear that there was no going back from this point. They were instructed to use the ritual daggers in order to carve out their own eyes, the very thought of this caused the brothers to recoil for discussion. Once again they came to the conclusion that this would benefit everyone. After some calming tea and meditation, they both went about the horrible task. Quite thankfully for society, no one was present to hear the screams. After gruesome illness and recovery, the two awoke to find that their sight was now vastly different...nothing more than a world of shifting grays and flaring greens in the case of demons. It was only now they could begin their glaive training. Learning to properly use a demon hunter's glaives was quite confusing, even for the martially inclined brothers. This may have been compounded by the fact they still felt rather ill after the whole eye carving bit and their trouble adjusting to 360 degree sight. There were a few bumps in the road with multiple slashing wounds resulting on all sides in the passing months but all in all it they were rather successful at glaive fighting. The last and most dangerous part of the training came what seemed to be all too soon but a year had passed since they first met Galfandor. They were taught how to craft a runic circle that would be used to bind a demon's soul to theirs and sent off to find a suitable legion soldier.

Tarear stalked back off to Felfire hill and quickly found another Shivarra to use. Like the first time, the next few days were spent setting a variety of traps, some designed to be obvious and others deeply concealed. He lured the Shivarra away, leading it through a maze or traps to wear it down. After 10 minutes of traps the Shivarra had obtained a spike to the leg and a log hit to the kidneys. Deeming that was just enough to even the odds, Tarear turned again to run back to the runic circle. Facing a six-armed menace in open combat isn't the wisest thing so he focused on severing the limbs before going in for the kill. Her last arm and head were cut in a single stroke, the arm rolling into the circle causing it to activate. Tarear has severely underestimated the magical strength of this Shivarra as it writhed around in an attempt to consume his soul. Eventually the pain of the battle was too much causing him to slip into a coma while his body tried to subdue the demon. Galfandor collected him up and used the Shivarra's blood to tattoo a calming pattern onto him to give all the aid he could. Eventually he awoke to find that his brother was already up and about and that their master had left them when it became apparent that Tarear could stay in control.

Left with their promise to hunt demons until they perished, the brothers set off again into the forests of Ashenvale to slay the soldiers of the Legion wherever they would be found. Their most important fights came with the resurgence of the Legion during the Third War. After the loss of the World Tree and their immortality, Mythor and Tarear have stood guard at Mount Hyjal waiting for it to recover.

Skills and Abilities

Cursed Sight: Having carved out his own eyes with a ritual dagger, Tarear can no longer see as a normal Elf would. He sees in a flat plane of Grey, most of the detail having been lost to him. Living beings stand out as vaguely shaped lighter blobs of grey while users of fel and arcane energies appear as solid figure of purple light. This also allows for 360 degree field of view.

Immolate: Tarearr, through the power he has garnered through painful rituals, can cause himself and the air around him for several meters to ignite in a furious whirlwind of Felfire, damaging all targets in the radius.

Ignite Blade: Tarear may cause his blades to ignite, which allows them to cause fire damage and burn that which they hit.

Mana Burn: Tarear may, through his intense training, damage those who use magic by burning their Mana, and causing serious harm to them.

Drain Demon Soul: Tarearr may drain the soul of a Demon in order to heal himself, and restore his strength.

Tainted Fireball: Tarear may create a ball of Felfire in his palms, with the ability to project it at a foe.

Calming Tattoos: His tattoos have been designed so that they aid in the subduing of the demon within so that he can stay in control.