Valyr

Information

Player: Walluce

Character In-Game Name: Valyr

Nickname(s): none

Association(s): The Blood elves of Silvermoon

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Warlock

Age: 107

Sex: Male

Hair: Un-tamed by any form of style, Valyr's hair is long and smooth, running down his back and around his shoulders in cascades of rich crimson.

Eyes: This elf's eyes smolder with hungering fel energies, exuding a bright emerald glow.

Weight: 187

Height: 6ft, 3in

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Appearance

Valyr is always garbed in some sort of expensive robe, usually made of red silk or a darker velvet, and embroidered in ornate elven designs. His shoes are always black and well made, spotless as if it were only his first time wearing them. On the elf's right ring finger is always a new ring, shiny and well crafted. The Sun Staff he carries is always polished and bright, yet still seems to carry a quality of antiquity, never relinquishing it‘s hold on aged perfection. The smell of Eversong's eternal spring always hovers around him, seemingly ingrained into his physical form. It is apparent that Valyr always takes great lengths to ensure a lavish appearance.

Personality

Valyr feels a heavy degree of resentment towards many peoples and factions, even his own City-state of Silvermoon does not escape his hatred. This Warlock only works to further his own goals, never holding true allegiance to anyone or any organization, lest they betray him first. Comfort is something he can't stand not to have, thus making him an easy target to any addiction. Numerous vices grip Valyr such as, drug use, alcohol abuse, and most of all, an insatiable thirst for fel magic. No longer content with the energies of the newly restored Sunwell, Valyr consumes massive amounts of demon blood. Ambitious and strong willed, this elven warlock is constantly reaching for more power, and it is just like him to summon dangerous and unruly demons from the nether. When accused of forbidden magic Valyr will smile in return and calmly state...

“I am a conqueror of the darkness.”

History

Born a high elf, Valyr lived most of his life basking in the energies of the Sunwell, cut off from the strife of the outside world, and surrounded by the great beauty of Quel‘thalas. Originally in this time of great pleasure and peace, Valyr was a wealthy mage, skilled and wise in his craft, fueling his extensive magic use with the Sunwell's vast energy. He was even married to a beautiful elven women named Tharia. Together, Tharia and Valyr seemed to live an enchanted life, rich, happy, and deeply in-love.

Then, this perfect world, was ripped from beneath them. Arthas and his Scourge invaded Quel'Thalas and laid siege to the elven kingdom.

Valyr and Tharia managed to escape the slaughter of their homeland and in time, joined the growing number of elves rallying beneath the leadership of Kael'thas Sunstrinder. By the time the couple had reached the refugee band their addiction to magic had begun to set in...

“Valyr... Valyr...” Cooed Tharia as she wrapped her arms around the neck of her sleeping husband

“MMmmmfffhhhh” Replied the elf, clearly upset at his dreams interruption.

“Valyr... Dearest...”

“Yes, my sweet?” Valyr finally responded, opening his eyes and kissing his wife's hand.

“Lets go and have... A picnic...” Tharia said. Ruffling his brow, Valyr chuckled and exclaimed, “A what?”

“ I'll make some tea and we shall take some bread... I just can't stand being around all these refugees... We never get to be alone.” Biting her lower lip she then added. “You could make me a Mana crystal”

“Tharia, It's no good to feed the addic...”

“Just one. Please!” Tharia pleaded slightly tightening her hug on Valyr.

“I won't let you give in, you are too important to me...” He responded softly

“Just one!”

“Tharia, I said no..”

“Please!”

Suddenly Tharia's arms tightened around Valyr's neck, choking him. Gasping for air, the High elf mage pried at his wife's embrace.

“Just one!” his assailant shrilled again.

The world darkened and became quiet, just as a pair of High elves burst into the tent. The two rushed towards him, their mouths yelling unheard words and their arms reaching for Valyr's wife.

Silence... Darkness... Valyr slipped into Unconsciousness...

It didn't take long for Tharia to succumb to her addiction, and she left Valyr in search of her new spouse, magic.

Life carried on for Valyr, who became a blood elf in due time. Finding a rich job opportunity in the study of fel magic he began down the path of the warlock.

At first his studies merely scratched the surface, containing the energies in doses enough to satisfy the blood elf addiction, but soon curiosity ate at the corners of his mind...

Valyr brushed excess chalk off of his hands and turned to face his masterpiece. A fairly simple circle of demonic summoning and binding was drawn on the stone floor in front of him. It was very low-grade he admitted but, after all, Demonology was fairly new to him, and more study would come after this. He only needed something to feed his own addiction, so he could continue with aiding his people in fighting theirs.

Extending his limbs toward the sigils Valyr began pouring out energy into the ritual. Shadows danced in strange ways around the dim and cramped room. His voice sounded strange to him, murmuring words in demonic tongues, and sweat began to accumulate on his brow.

Slowly, a small and sickly shape began to materialize within the circle. The shape twisted and writhed, flailing it's limbs in resistance of the spell.

Valyr could feel the creature's will butting itself into his own. Fighting with every ounce of strength it could muster.

A smirk tugged at the Elf's lips.

Pouring new resolve into the ritual Valyr smashed the demons resistance under his own desire and stole away it's will to rebel.

A loud crack sounded and a sulfurous puff of smoke exploded in front of Valyr. The ritual was complete and the demon whole.

Kneeling in front of the circle, the warlock peered at the Imp, who cringed away from its master...

Valyr would continue on like this, with short spurts of personal study, punctuated by long periods of harvesting fel energies for his race's consumption. His line of work turned Valyr increasingly withdrawn and pessimistic. He began to hate his own people and their sorry condition, he remembered how it used to be.

When Kael'thalas betrayed the blood elves and tried to summon Kil'Jaeden, Valyr lost all hope in his races return to former glory.

When Velen renewed the Sunwell, Valyr was officially put out of work, the new well fed his people and eliminated their need for fel energy.

Today Valyr has abandoned his hope for society, clinging to fragile beauty and his hunger for more and more demonic power.