Tydre
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Player: BountyHunter
Character Full Name: Tydre Spellbinder
Character In-Game Name: Tydre
Nickname(s): -
Association(s): The Horde
Race: Sin'dorei
Class: Runemaster
Age: 173
Sex: Male
Hair: Gray from prior arcane corruption and tied up in a topknot
Eyes: Fel Green
Weight: 192 lbs
Height: 6'2"
Appearance
On usual occasions when he is in an area of high society he would wear a plain robe in order to remain modest in the eyes of others. Whilst in the company of friends or in areas in which the term 'modesty' has little meaning he would remain in plain clothing, lacking a shirt or perhaps wearing a vest on the rare occasion.
Other: Adorning his body are many runes which seem to create a rather structured pattern which contrasts with the natural flow of runes which another Runemaster might choose to use. These runes run from his hands, up along his arms, around his torso and down upon his legs, enhancing his combat ability with the patterns of the ley lines.
Personality
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Tydre is someone who enjoys a life of vice. His knowledge of the arcane spans far and wide and due to the corruption he gained from his prior years of impure use, he has grown rather arrogant and believes himself to be rather high and mighty. This, combined with the nearly natural arrogance of the Blood Elves, he is quite a hypocritical, stubborn man. However, unlike the normal Blood Elves, he does not enjoy the life of perfection alike others, he is more inclined to fall into a life of savagery and violence.
Despite all of this arrogance he has about him, he does keep an air of spirituality about him. He understands well that the world itself has a natural pattern in which allows the world to live as it does and he worships nature in this sense. Many times he is likely to be found in meditation, a deep trance in which he both watches over the ley lines around him and enjoys their comfort. From this, he draws out, at times, moments of serenity where nothing else in the world matters. These are, however, short lived and he would likely be back to his arrogant self before long.
Regarding the other races in the world, his hatred runs deep for the Alliance. He views the Alliance mainly as selfish, untrustworthy scum after witnessing everything they chose to do to the Blood Elves, abandoning them and stomping them deep into the ground. The Horde, however, he warms up to much more. As allies, he fights and follows the Horde's ideals, enjoying their almost savage lifestyle and battle. He finds worthy friends within these other more wild races too, the Orcs, Trolls and Tauren in particular.
History
Born to a Arcanist father and a mother who was, in the past, a Farstrider, Tydre' mixed heritage has had a significant impact on his way of life. His household was one which could claim the title of middle-class, having nothing special asides from an education in front of him and food to return to nearly every day. He had his share of hardships though which involved starving from time to time due to a lack of money flow and having to suffer in the cold nights during times when the temperature dropped low. However, all of this only seemed to strengthen him
Whilst he was small, he had little interest in learning magic despite the idea of it fascinating him. The boy was more inclined to allow his fists do the talking for him and showed plenty of promise with taking the physical route of things, despite finding himself in more trouble than he was initially worth. He went through his initial education at a simple pace, finding himself deeply entrenched in the knowledge of magic, finally giving into this wondrous energy and choosing to take the path of a Battlemage, something that would suit both his enjoyment of magic and physical prowess.
His training was anything but gentle, the boy's mentor having this ideal that anything which wasn't as powerful as his own strikes was worthless and out of his capacity to teach. Though, Tydre was intent on fighting his way to the very end, blood, sweat and tears were shed in an attempt to make himself worth to this teacher, the arcane filling his body at a rate uncommon for a student of that age. Before long, the onset of arcane corruption became evident, his hair was dulling from its dark brunette to a lighter color, soon to full gray, looking as if he was fifty years ahead of his time.
Tydre's arrogance also came in full force during the time of the First War. As this wasn't a trouble for the Elves safely tucked away up North, he believed himself too good for the Humans, not even willing to give a moment of his time for them or anyone else. Despite the chaos caused by the Orcs, he could only, albeit out of sight, grin to himself and say that the Humans were worthless for allowing such a thing to happen to their very own land and 'giving it away' to the Orcs who swarmed through the portal from another world.
It wasn't until the Second War that Tydre had a taste of true battle. When the Orcs attempted to assault his homeland of Quel'thalas he was upon the front lines, fighting the Greenskins back. Upon the success of the defense, his momentum was already set in motion. At this point when the Elves chose to assist the Alliance, the man was quick to follow the war band forth in his own form of a rather structured and calm blood lust which was, unlike the Orcs, cold and calculated. During these battles, he thoroughly enjoyed the savagery he faced when fighting the Greenskins.
With the success of the counterattack, driving the Orcs back and enslaving them within the internment camps, Tydre gained an enjoyment for the wild warfare of the Orcs. During this time of complete and utter fascination, akin to when he was a child, he began to study ways he could possibly enhance his own physical strength and rely on it in battle. Although, his search was unfruitful, taking him as far as Dwarven lands before running into a quick dead stop. This angered him, but, his anger was short lived with a new war reaching his very doorstep.
The Scourge swept their way through Lordaeron with the death of King Terenas and the conversion of Arthas Menethil. It wasn't long before they reached the gates of Quel'thalas and despite the attempts of the current occupiers, the Elves, they were completely overwhelmed by the forces of the Undead. Tydre was one of those who fell in battle, but he did not die that day unlike many others. He was injured but survived, angered by such an outrage to take place under the watch of his own people, but, he lived to fight another day.
The next few years flew by more quickly than he could count. Tydre fell into his arcane addiction and gladly consumed the fel, gaining the signature fel green eyes of the Blood Elves and found himself to be rehabilitated from his injuries so he could fight for himself once more. His thirst for strength never stopped though and he found himself traveling across the seas to the unknown land of Kalimdor. Here, he found two things, the Orcs making themselves home on the dusty expanses of The Barrens and Durotar and the peaceful, although wise Tauren.
One thing about the Tauren found himself admiring them in a way, the fact that they have learned to so easily manipulate the arcane in such a natural manner. Part of him was angry at this, but another portion was lusting for this knowledge. However, he found a hindrance in his actions, none of the Tauren would gladly trust a fel sucking beast such as him. None but one single man in tune with nature. This Tauren viewed Tydre as a child to be pointed back into the right direction and he was glad to make the man known this, much to his annoyance.
Over time, the Tauren, with some reluctance, showed Tydre that his cold blood lust wasn't the way to craft the strong warrior he wished to be and Tydre took these teachings in with a grain of salt, but they were successful on him to an extent. The Elf's knowledge of magic assisted him in learning the patterns of the ley lines and how these natural patterns can be used to enhance ones strength and their capabilities in combat. Tydre took every single bit of this information in, using it to his advantage, following his teacher's path into the armies of the Horde.
Fighting under the guidance of the Tauren, he completely abandoned his blade, his magic and his prior life, relying solely on his ability to fight with fists and runes, becoming stronger with each battle. Skirmishes in Ashenvale, protecting Kalimdor from the Silithid, battles against the Centaur, every conflict which the Elf's master joined, he was by his side and fighting with tenacity and the spirituality of the land. His change from the bloodthirsty Battlemage to a calm, yet still arrogant Runemaster was a turning point in his life.
Before long, both him and his master chose separate paths, no longer bound to one another they begun to spin their own lives as they wished.
