Tavarth

Information

Player: Muhaha8

Character Full Name: Tavarth Duskstrider

Character In-Game Name: Tavarth

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Himself/those he deems trustworthy

Race: Kaldorei

Class: Hunter

Age: 10,450

Sex: Male

Hair: Purple, very long. It hangs down past his shoulders, and is tangled terribly. He has a scruffy beard to top it off.

Eyes: Silver

Weight: 240 lbs

Height: 7' 1"

Appearance

Tavarth can be found most often wearing his leathers. They are a mixture of jet black and a sickly shade of dark green. He uses them as such to blend in into his surroundings. He often wears a helm made of bone and leather streched across it, while the bones of what creature remain a mystery. He carries two small swords, blacker than night, and a bow across his back.

Other: Nothing unusual, discounting his multitude of scars scattered across his body. He can also be found with a limitless multitude of bandages covering fresh wounds.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Subject to, and if things go as planned, will change at a relatively quick pace. (Explained in his history and personality.))

Personality: Tavarth is a very ancient Night Elf. As such, he has seen, and participated in, it all. From the War of the Ancients, to the Battle for Mount Hyjal. He hasn't always been on the right side of the battlefield, however, and can often be found either on the sidelines killing any stupid enough to approach him, or just not participating. His, in essence, apathy stems from several events in his past, which will be outlined in the proper section. It should be noted that he has lost most of his "senses" due to these events, as they have caused a series of Fregoli Delusions (delusions in which one believes that multiple people are really the same person, and that they are out to persecute the person with said delusions). Tavarth believes this person to be his younger brother, whom is in fact dead, but Tavarth refuses to believe as such.

Tavarth is by far accident-prone. He injures himself on a daily basis, almost, hence his bandages. He is frightened very easily by newcomers, and has generally reverted back to a primitive mindset, notwithstanding his psychosis.

History

Tavarth was born like any other Elf: loving parents, millenia ago in Ashenvale Forest, strict followers of Elune. As such, Tavarth was raised with the love of nature in mind. His mother, a priestess an his father, a hunter, he was trained from the first he could walk, to respect nature, as well as the ways of the hunter. He never really had any friends, but they weren't necessary, in his mind, as the forest around him was his friend, and that was all he needed. Life went well, and Tavarth progressed greatly throughout the years, until he reached his adulthood, the crowning achievement of his life thus far.

For the first hundred or so years after he reached adulthood, life was as it should have been, and as it had always been. The only true change was the growing tension between your average Night Elf, and the ruling class of Night Elves, the Highborne. Slowly but surely, this tension exploded into all-out war when Queen Azshara, leader of the opressive Highborne, and Night Elves as a whole, began summoning Demons into Azeroth. Ever wary of the Arcane, the Night Elves launched an assault on the Queen and her new allies. Tavarth fought on the side of the Night Elven resistance, and fought proudly and bravely.

The Night Elven resistance was slowly being forced back, losing its ground day-by-day. Malfurion was forced to seek out more allies. He approached Cenarius, who lent his help, as well as calling out to the Dragon Aspects. With their newfound allies, and bolstered numbers, Tavarth and his fellow Resistance fighters rejoiced in the advances along the line they made. However, this rejoicing would not last forever for Tavarth, as he would soon suffer the first of many losses to come.

During the push towards Zin'Azshari, morale was higher than ever before. Everyone was glad, as they all assumed the war would be over soon. Little did they know, all that would soon change. Neltharian, the Black Dragon Aspect, was driven mad by the whisperings of the Old Gods. He turned on the other Dragon Aspects, and drove them from the field of battle, decimating their ranks. The Aspects never fully recovered, and thus were unable to lend further support. Due to this, morale slowly slid down as casualty rates increased. Among these was Tavarth's father, Aernath, who fought alongside him throughout the entire war.

The Resistance was no more than two leagues (a league is fourteen miles, for reference) from Zin'Azshari when that fateful blow landed on Tavarth's spirit. The two were fighting fiercely, father and son, abandoning their bows for hand-to-hand combat with edged weapons. Doing their best fighting solo, they split up, but always stayed within shouting distance from one another. Aernath turned to his son to hack down a demon who was about to impale Tavarth. Tavarth spun around and saw his father's blades sheathed in the fel beast's flesh, and finished it by slicing it's head clean off, a bloodied roar issuing from his lips. Aernath smiled and nodded, but before he could turn to enter battle again, an arrow reared its ugly head between his eyes.

Aernath's limp body crumpled to the ground, and Tavarth snapped. He loosed a blood-curdling scream as he lifted his blades and ran them through a charging Highborne, flipping it over his head in a sudden rush of adrenaline. He smashed into the line before him, hacking and slashing at anything, friend or foe, that got in his way. When the dust settled and the roar of battle subsided, Aernath's corpse, as well as Tavarth were missing. It wasn't more than a week after that battle that a terrible series of quakes rocked Old Kalimdor, as the Well of Eternity imploded and sunk most of the continent with it.

Tavarth, some weeks after that battle, appeared back at his village with his father's corpse, now beginning to decay slightly. His mother, Maelynn, and younger brother, Agranal, who was 120 at the time, awaited his and his father's return. They saw Tavarth and rejoiced, then the two saw the mutilated and decaying body of Aernath, and broke down crying. Ever the battle-hardened Elf, Tavarth merely hung his head, after depositing the body inside the family's home.

Burial rights were performed some two days later, and the family went into mourning. Maelynn and Agranal remained indoors for some weeks, while Tavarth had his own ways of coping with his remorse. The morning after the funeral, Tavarth disappeared without a word. He fled into the woods, where he remained for centuries, only venturing out twice in 1500 years. He began to revert to a slightly more primal aspect, blending into the world around him much easier than he ever had before, whilst still retaining much of his sanity.

Tavarth heard the call, not long after he was closing in on having lived for two-thousand years old. The Aqir were becoming restless, and beginning to arm themselves. It was understood that the Kaldorei needed as much help as possible to fight off these insectoids. Whilst meeting his brother some days before leaving for battle, Tavarth had a sudden flashback. The image of that arrow portruding from his father's face flashed into his mind, and he began to weep. Taking several moments to recover, Tavarth slowly dragged himself to his feet, patted Agranal on the back, and smiled weakly. Both understood it to be a fake smile, but neither said anything about it. They nodded at each other, then set off for war, hopefully for the last time. The two longed to return to a normal life. Little did they know that their lives would never be the same following this war, as two brothers went in, but only one came out alive.

The two travelled south, to Tanaris, a large desert, where the Aqir's empire was centered. They battled along the way, beating back the Aqir, inch by bloody inch. Casualties on both sides were massive, yet neither side would give in. Tavarth and Agranal battled back-to-back wherever they went, choosing to never leave each other's side, as they concluded that that fault was what caused Aernath's death. Close to a year into the bloody, endless campaign, the unthinkable happened.

The two were out on the front lines, as they had always been. They battled, back-to-back, until an Aqir drove a wedge between them. Even though it was struck down, that brief moment of separation allowed for Agranal's distraction, during which he was assaulted by a terribly large Aqir. He fought tooth and nail against it, parrying every blow. All was well, until he turned his head slightly towards Tavarth, to see how his older brother was faring. He smiled, and the vision popped back into Tavarth's mind, played over-top of the current reality. He flashed back to his father's death, as the Aqir took one of its needle-likr arms and skewered it through Agranal's skull.

The young Elf never even hit the floor. At least, not in one piece. That smirk quickly faded from his face, as the life exited his body, and his corpse was torn to shreds before Tavarth's eyes. In an enraged, futile attempt to save his brother, Tavarth charged, hacking down any assaulting Aqir by removing their front legs. Yet, as he arrived at what remained of his brother, a sudden, sharp pain erupted in Tavarth's lower back, and stars erupted in his vision. He hit the floor, and blacked out.

Several days later, he awoke from his coma, a changed Elf. He kept asking for his brother, and all those who knew the two fought back tears. Wondering why these battle-hardened soldiers were crying, Tavarth inquired. He was told the inevitable: Agranal was dead. His corpse was never found. Again enraged, Tavarth leapt up from the cot he lay on, and set off north, back towards the forest. During his arduous journey, faces began looking the same. All he saw was his brother anymore. He, at first, put it off as an adverse reaction to his brother's disappearance. In truth, it was a result of his brain having starved for oxygen during the first moments of his coma.

Tavarth became paranoid, believing his brother to not only be dead, but now haunting him. He slowly convinced himself that his brother never really did die, and was still out there, somehow always able to keep an eye on him. After years of wandering, and years of paranoia, Tavarth arrived home at his village. He avoided eye contact with anyone, and went straight for the home of his family. Upon entering, there stood his brother. He smiled, and welcomed Tavarth's return to his home, questioning where Agranal was. This perplexed Tavarth at first, but then his paranoia set in again. He drew a knife, and threatened this specter of his brother, telling him to back off and stop following him, before he would lay dead.

Of course, not knowing the meaning of this, his brother stepped forward. Tavarth muttered that he had warned Agranal, and leapt at him, his blade sinking into the fleshy neck of this being. The death was quick and silent, and he tore his knife quickly from the corpse as it toppled over. He turned the face up to himself, and screamed when he now saw his mother's face. Wrought with grief for what he had done, Tavarth fled the village, and hid in the foothills of Mount Hyjal.

There Tavarth stayed for millenia. He was plagued by visions of his brother, and he constantly slew them in an attempt to end this "curse" laid upon him. It never worked, as someone new always came along. Tormented beyond belief, the last vestiges of his mind began to slip away. Tavarth became more and more reclusive and deranged as his condition worsened. Over time, however, he grew to learn to keep in check his control of his body whenever these visions occurred. He was always terribly upset whenever his brother showed his face again, but he began to learn some form of restraint against the instinct to kill them all.

Eight and a half thousand years have since passed, and Tavarth doesn't know how to distinguish between his reality of being plagued by his brother, and that of everyone else's reality. He remains outside of great centers of population, and has left the now-shrunken Kaldorei empire.