Thelar

Player: Leon

Character Full Name: Thelar Feathersong

Character In-Game Name: Thelar

Nickname(s): none

Association(s): Eastern Seas Shipping Company

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Warlock

Skills and Abilities: Aspiring Arcanist and demonologist. Superior Economist and leader.

Age: 164

Sex: Male

Hair: Ebon

Eyes: Jade

Weight: 86 Kg

Height: 181 cm

Usual Garments/Armor: Black Tuxedo, Crimson Sash, monocle and fancy gloves.

Other: Thelar has a small piece in the shape of an intricate arcane symbol in his left earlobe.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Thelar is flirty and charming. He is polite and truthful. Thelar is sober and thoughtful and rarely says anything rash or offending without intent. He is a big talker though and you often-times have to stop him lest he run out of breath.

Thelar can quickly swap between his "personal" and his "business" attitudes. He is rather unbiased and keeps an open mind towards all races expect for orcs... He has a slight dislike for orcs.

Thelar likes to keep his person clean and proper however he does not expect this of his surroundings or companions.

Thelar is generous to those he likes but he will not flinch to leave an enemy to burn. His friendship must be earned, never bought and true trust from him is very rare to be found.

History: The wind danced in his hair as he stared out across the black waves of the night ocean. It had been another late night, this time haggling with the local merchants over new toll costs. This job got him sometimes but he needed nothing but see the ocean to reassure him that this was his place in life. He had always lingered on borders. Where Ocean met land, Light met Dark, Life met death, where their world met ours.

It was some thirty years since he had learned to summon his first Demon. He did not still remember the "why"s truly and not really even the "when"s.

It had been during one of his years at sea. A deckhand he had been back then, often though, escaping his duties to hide in the cargo bay inspecting the always-exotic goods that the giant hull of the ship contained. Some would claim it immature for a grown elf to flee his duties of work and indulge in scavenger hunts throughout the ship but Thelar himself never thought of himself as such... Merely as curious.

They had been shipping, among other things, a large store of books belonging to some library somewhere. Most of them, Thelar found, were regular, telling the stories of heroes battling dragons or other monsters while fair maidens stood by stupidly gawking at the performance. There was nothing new to be learnt from these simple-minded fairy-tales. It was then that he had come upon a stranger and older book.

It's pages were worn and cover scarred. It smelled of Brimstone and looked to have seen the world. As he read it, impressions washed over him like spring rain across a lush forest, renewing his energies and further spurring his quest for knowledge. The book was written in Thalassian and instructed a novice in the process of enslaving a demon.

This art proved not awfully difficult to begin but terribly hard to master. Firstly, he realized it was an intricate game to remain unnoticed. He drew his summoning circles on discarded sailcloth which he often washed or simply threw overboard afterwards. He came to know the deeper reaches of his massive ship and eventually he was so absorbed in his practising and studying he was less of a deckhand than a secret passenger.

The book contained both ways to summon both known demons from the nether as well as to lure those unknown to his rift in space and time. Realizing the dangers of overestimating his potential, the very first thing he tried to summon was an imp.

He prepared his circle of binding carefully. He knew that if he missed a line, just an off stroke with the brush and his new-found "friend" would be able to escape captivity and cause havoc around the ship. Done, he placed himself inside of a protective circle for the sake of safety and began chanting the secret words, ending with the name of his new servant: Karyal.

The imp writhed and squealed and Thelar quickly flipped through the book and cast the first spell of silencing he found. It worked and now the imp was silently but aggravated awaiting the next step. Thelar ordered the imp to display it's skill in fire-magic, against a threat of pain. The imp obediently gathered a ball of fire and hurled it at him. Startled, Thelar gave a small shout when the ball was absorbed by the circle of binding. This made Thelar smile. For now, this had to do.

When Thelar got off the ship for good; a silent night in Stranglethorn, he had bound the imp, leashed to an amulet around it's wrist. Engraved on it was a promise of binding a some specific, regulating spells. For his needs he found the powers of the Imp rather sufficient.

He used his demonic servants to gain the upper hand while establishing himself in the merchant life of Booty Bay. First as a waiter at the Inn, selling information to the local traders. He later started up his own Shipping Company, starting as just a storage locale in the bay.

The ESSC (The Eastern Seas Shipping Company) is now a successful enterprise with partners and customers all around the world. Thelar still lives in Booty Bay though, and despite considerable wealth he Does not appear extravagant or arrogant. He spends his income on those he care for and still maintains that the ESSC as a whole is a company meant to serve people, not the other way around.