Character Full Name: Sekrin

Character In-Game Name: Sekrin

Nickname: The Abolisher

Association(s): The Burning Legion

Race: Nathrezim

Class: Warlock

Age: 33,202

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Fel Green

Weight: 11.200 lbs

Height: Scale 0.65

Abilities:

Sleep: As a master of magic, Sekrin can put an individual in a sleep-like state for a while, keeping him or her out of combat enough for Sekrin to handle the other attackers or to flee.

Carrion Swamp: Fel energy is unleashed upon Sekrin's enemies in the form of green bats which explode on impact.

Possession: Through means unknown by the mortal races, the Nathrezim can possess the mind of their targets, using them as their host. Sekrin is able to do just that, he uses the possessed human body as their host, taking full control of the humanoid. He uses this so he may pass unnoticed among the azerothians.

Vampiric Aura: Sekrin has a vampiric aura which lets him replenish his life energy as he deals damage and causes pain to the enemies.

Inferno: A spell Sekrin rarely ever uses, he has the ability to call down an infernal from the twisting nether to end his battle if he has more pressing matters to attend. He can also use the spell in order to change the odds of a battle he isn't part of without showing his true self.

Usual Garments/Armor: Sekrin uses some sort of crimson colored set of fine leather meant to protect him in battle from the mortal weapons. It was probably forged very long ago somewhere in the Twisting Nether.

Personality: Sekrin is not different than his kinship. He is cunning manipulative manipulative and more than cruel. With malicious intentions, he wouldn't shy away from anything for a chance to push Azeroth back in Burning Legion's grip. He finds great pleasure in tormenting the life on Azeroth. Providing that his history began before Sargeras was even corrupted, he wouldn't shy away from betraying the legion if he has a very good reason to do so or if he finds out that he is not being treated with the respect he deserves. But he is still loyal to Sargeras and his lieutenant Kil'jaeden.

History: Sekrin as a Nathrezim is a lieutenant of the Burning Legion, leading countless demons to war. On Draenor Sekrin remained within the shadows, hidden among the orcs while watching the events unfold. The opening of the Dark Portal was all he needed, he slipped inside the new world, beginning to spread his webs through the Alliance. He possessed a human noble, the head of a Stormwind noble house. He started to turn humans against each other, taking great pleasure in watching the humans kill each other. He continued his nefarious acts and helped with the destruction of Stormwind from inside while the orcs did the rest. He murdered his host and carried on, possessing an orc. He kept that disguise throughout the first war as he awaited the orders of the Burning Legion.

The second war wasn't particularly different for Sekrin, he possessed another human noble, this time one from Lordaeron. He did his best to bring down Lordaeron from behind it's walls but his efforts were not enough, the horde failed to bring down the same walls and it was the time for him to remain silent as he watched the Alliance win the war.

Sekrin rejoined with the Burning Legion when the Scourge was unleashed into the world, helping with it as he knew best, by infiltrating the targeted town and cities. He returned to Lordaeron, he watched Arthas plunge the sword through his own father. That was the moment when Sekrin believed that the Burning Legion will finally be successful in taking over Azeroth. He rejoined with his demonic brethren and marched through the Eastern Kingdoms led by Sargeras' lieutenant, Archimonde. The legion of demons with Sekrin included would soon enough reach the World Tree. The invasion would be a failure however, the Burning Legion is once again defeated by the azerothians and Sekrin goes into hiding to avoid death. He remained hidden for the next years, he continued to spread his web and gain information for the Burning Legion. He still finds pleasure in turning the inhibitors of Azeroth against each other while waiting for another invasion.

Player: Jonoth

Character full name: Muskadean

Character in-game name: Muskadean

Nickname(s): Musky

Association(s): Kobolds of Elwynn Forest (former)

Race: Kobold

Class: Rogue

Skills and Abilities: Extremely stealthy, especially in the dark. He specializes in escape tactics.

Age: 33

Sex: Male

Hair: White

Eyes: Red

Scale/Height: 1.0

Usual Garments/Armor: Tattered linen and light leather clothes.

Other: A candle sits on top of his head, with a backpack and mining pick slung over his shoulder.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Personality: Muskadean is well-meaning but craven. He often writes checks with his mouth that his behind can't cash, and he knows it. He's quick to disappear when the going gets tough, and to that end he's become very good at finding where the exits are when he arrives in a new location. Like many of his race, however, when backed into a corner his fight or flight kicks into high gear, and he can become ferocious in his attempts to find a way out.

History: Growing up in Elwynn forest, Muskadean was just a child when he witnessed the destruction of Stormwind first-hand. When the smoke cleared, he would often take trips into the empty ruins, either pretending to be one of the Humans that he had or simply stealing any candles he had found for his numerous siblings. When the Humans returned, he would often watch the rebuilding efforts, marvelling at the complex structures.

His life would change when the building completed, as the disgruntled architects of the new city would retreat to the forest and form the Defias brotherhood. The Kobolds would join forces with them, taking over the mines. Muskadean worked hard to dig as much gold as he could, but whenever the mines were invaded, he was nowhere to be seen for its defense. The taskmasters caught on, and to make a point, they exterminated half his siblings, promising to finish the rest along with his mother if he even ran again.

Knowing that his family would die if he failed, he made one of the few brave decisions of his life and decided to sneak them out of Elwynn forest. Under the cover of night, they fled to the north, all the way to the Arathi Highlands. The journey made Muskadean curious about the rest of the world, and with this desire outweighing his cowardice, he left his family in the care of the Drywhisker Clan and went out into the world...or at least to the places where he could best avoid trouble.

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'''Player:''' muhaha8

'''Character Full Name:''' Grel’ka Frostreaver

'''Character In-Game Name:''' Grelka

'''Nickname(s):''' Lady Lich,

'''Association(s):''' The Twilight’s Hammer Cult, The Horde (formerly), The Shadowmoon Clan (formerly), The Scourge (formerly)

'''Race:''' [[Orc|Orc Lich]]

'''Class:''' [[Death Knight|Lich]]

’’’Skills and Abilities’’’

Grel’ka is a very powerful Necromancer, first and foremost. Her powers with undead command are very strong, and she is often capable of commanding vast forces of simple undead. This has come from honing her talents for control over many years, combined with the fact that Lichdom has greatly expanded her powers. Her capabilities with other Necromancy spells are strong as well, and she has learned how to rot the flesh from the bones of her foes, and can even kill a foe with a powerful jolt of magic--though this sort of magic is extremely draining to her. However, this extent of power has come at the cost of almost all of her ability with standard Arcana; she has focused so heavily that there is very little left for her to perform within other schools of Arcane.

'''Age:''' 73 (51 at death)

'''Sex:''' Female

'''Hair:''’ No hair; Grel’ka is a skinless skeleton.

'''Eyes:''' Blue orbs sitting in bone-white sockets.

'''Scale/Height:''' .25

==Appearance==

'''Usual Garments/Armor:''' Grel’ka dresses almost exclusively in blues and purples, wearing a set of robes that are surprisingly well-maintained considering that she herself is not. She tends to take pride in her appearance, and will dress up as much as possible to show herself off. This is done almost ironically, as there really is nothing for her to show off. Besides her robes, she often carries a staff with her. Parts of it are made from Saronite. Crowning the top of it is a ram skull, with blue jewels mounted in the eye sockets.

It is worth noting that, if one ever saw it, her right leg is completely gone, from the hip down. It was sawn off in a painful accident, years ago.

==Personality==

Grel’ka is a rather self-centered woman; such happens to the persona after living for any length of time in a state of functional immortality. She often parades herself as if there were nothing better in this world than she. However, this is not to say that she is unwilling to put forth the effort to assist those around her; on the contrary, she feels as though, as a creature of power, it is her duty to display and use her power for power’s sake. More recently, she has come to care very little about the consequences of her actions. Indeed, she often considers these consequences to be foretold by the Old Gods, and therefore cares very little about their impact on others.

Grel’ka has spent much of her undead life working toward the goals of the Old Gods, whether she knew it or not. As such, for the past few years--the time she came into the full sway of the Old Gods--she has worked tirelessly to bring about their vision for the world. She has dedicated her life to assisting the Twilight’s Hammer cult in whatever ways possible to achieve their end-goals.

Through the years, Grel’ka grew into a very domineering person. She has become extremely aggressive as a person, no longer caring to deal with any individual’s complaints. She has become something of a twisted motherly figure, raising her figurative children--the cultists who rank beneath her--into good little men and women, prepared to die for the Cult. That is not to say that, while she is motherly, she cares about the cultists she works with; quite the opposite, as she would willingly throw them aside for her own selfish reasons, or the will of the Old Gods.

==History==

Grel’ka was born to a Shadowmoon Clan family, the second of a set fraternal twins. Because he showed much talent as a boy, her older brother, Shar’gam, was dedicated to a life of spiritualism and mysticism from a very early age. As such, Grel’ka was often left to her own devices and, while Shar’gam spent much of his time with the village elder Shaman, she spent most of her days out with her father, who was a hunter. Thus, Grel’ka invested her time into learning to hunt and prepare food just like her father did. Her practice and education culminated in her Om’Riggor at the age of 15, which had her track and kill an alpha male boar.

She chose an axe as her weapon for the job, and followed the beast and his pack for several days. She learned their patterns and, eventually, set up a trap. She wounded the boar, tearing up one of its rear legs. The crippled creature was abandoned by its followers in their panic, and was left to limp along and die. She ran it for the next several hours to tire it out and make it collapse. When it fell, she swooped in for the kill. The rest of the story followed typical lines; she completed her Om’Riggor and became a full member of her Clan.

Her life, from then on, consisted of hunting and preparing the meat of the creatures she hunted. She saw her brother grow, however, and became somewhat bitter as her life went on, wishing that she could have been in his place instead. She had always wanted to be more in-control of her own Clan, and craved the honor of serving the Ancestors. This clouded her sight and filled her with a bitter anger as the years went on. It followed such a similar path until she heard the call to battle from Ner’zhul himself against the Draenei.

She willingly went into the slaughter against the Draenei, believing every word she was told. The events that followed were horrible and despicable, but she never saw that truth until much later. She became one with her anger, and finally felt as though she had found a place. The Ancestors, by this point, had abandoned the Orcs. It never truly occurred to Grel’ka the consequences of what had happened. She never understood, until much later, that the Ancestors had left them alone to suffer in their squalor for their deeds against the Draenei.

After several years, the First War began as the Dark Portal first opened. She went to war with the rest of the Orcs, crossing through the Dark Portal to make war against the Humans. It was after she crossed the border that her fate was sealed, and the Old Gods’ influence that would drive her to her ultimate betrayal began. During her early days on the battlefield, she was separated from her squad in battle. She stumbled through the thick marsh of the lands the Orcs waded through, and fell through a crack in the surface. Her world flashed before her eyes, and she awoke at the bottom.

Her right leg was shattered, and she felt nothing in it. She didn’t know if it was because of too much pain, or something far worse. Her weapons had been scattered, broken, and too far from reach. The chamber she was in pulsed with a foreboding light, and she heard a faint echo coming from the attached corridor. To her, it was almost as if someone was speaking to her. She crawled off down that corridor, hoping to discover something. The further she crawled, the harsher the pulsing seemed to become, and the louder the echo became. With each pulse, her leg began to ache again, until it shot through with a stabbing pain unlike any she had ever felt.

The echo became a clear voice, and filled her head with terror. Thoughts of betrayal by her closest friends, and of her own death at the hands of her very own people. She lashed out, as the pain became too much to bear. Her hand, in the low light of the cave, fell upon the handle of an ancient weapon. She grabbed it and swung wildly at her leg, screaming in pain. She dragged herself along, one leg short, and passed out at the cave entrance. She was found and taken off the battlefield to be treated, and taken back to Draenor to recuperate.

It was too late for her at this point, as the voices of the Old Gods had already breached her mind, and she had accepted them in. Images were painted for her of her only path to salvation: the Warlock Gul’dan, and the Shaman, Ner’zhul. One man led to glory, the other to death. She desperately felt that she should reach for the path to glory, but didn’t know who to follow. On a whim, she finally chose to latch on to Gul’dan, and follow his ways.

When attempts to heal the wound failed, she was bandaged and sent back to the Shadowmoon Valley to wallow in her self-pity at her inability to attain the glory she felt so strongly that she needed. She knew she could not follow the path to her death, and so she chose to join Gul’dan’s school of Necromancy. With no prowess left in battle, she saw that her only path forward was to work with the more esoteric powers in an attempt to establish herself her path to ultimate glory.

Over the years, Grel’ka’s powers with Necromancy grew. She eventually left the school and joined the Shadow Council proper. She and her fellow Necrolytes began to use their powers to support the thinning ranks of the Orc armies, backing them with both extreme Necromantic might, and a burgeoning army of walking corpses to fill in the holes in the ranks. This strategy worked for some time, and eventually the tides of war turned, winning the fight for the Horde.

In the end, the Orcs set up a territorial holding consisting of the southern half of the continent through the Dark Portal. At this time, the Orc Doomhammer threw his coup against the Shadow Council, utterly destroying it and scattering it. He overthrew Blackhand and became the new Warchief. The doom of the Shadow Council and Gul’dan’s subjugation left Grel’ka shocked and without anyone to assist her any longer. She came to wonder if this was her damnation, and hoped that it was not too late for her to seek the proper path. Instead of following in the footsteps of the Shadow Council like some of the other surviving members of the Council, she fled to the safety of her clan, and became a follower of Ner’zhul.

By the end of the Second War--beginning when Doomhammer defeated Blackhand and took over the Horde--the Dark Portal had been destroyed, severing Draenor from Azeroth. Ner’zhul, being prodded by his followers, chose to eventually hunt down several artifacts of great power. When, some time later, he gathered the artifacts, he chose to tear open portals in order to try to find new places for the Orcs to conquer. Grel’ka followed him to the end, and into the portal he spawned. As she entered, everything turned white.

When she came to on the other side of the portal, she found herself in a snow-covered landscape. Such things were unheard-of in her land; snow never fell in the Shadowmoon Valley. She looked down at herself and noticed an unusual grey-ish tinge to her flesh. Her lungs had no need to fill with the frigid air any longer. She felt no hunger, and little pain from the bitter cold, despite not wearing winter clothing. She quickly came to the conclusion that she, herself, was no longer alive.

In this frozen place, the whispers in her head only grew stronger. This time, one of the voices in her head was declaring itself to be the Lich King, while the others still told of her glory at the end of the righteous path. She came to trust that the voices worked in tandem; she followed the instructions of the Lich King carefully, working to spread chaos and undeath across the frozen north. She did this because she felt that doing so would lead her down the path to the righteous glory she had been promised for so many years at this point.

When the first Liches arrived into the service of the Lich King, Grel’ka dedicated herself to the service of one of them, believing it to be the only way to obtain the Lich King’s true attention. In this Lich’s service she worked throughout the War of the Spider, aiding in the eventual destruction of the species. As the corpses of the Nerubians were risen into undeath, she too was raised to a new position within the Scourge hierarchy: she was ascended to Lichdom. The process was extremely painful for the woman, but her undead corpse rotted away at its conclusion, leaving a pile of bones held together by raw Arcane. Her soul was sealed away inside a jeweled pendant, and she hid it very carefully, never to be discovered.

With Northrend conquered and the Nerubian Empire crushed, the Lich King’s influence spread wide and far, turning almost every sentient creature on the wide continent into undead for his army. The Third War began, and the Lich King’s plans were set into motion. Overall, his plans for conquering Lordaeron were successful, but he suffered much throughout the course of it. Namely, Illidan’s assault on Icecrown greatly weakened the Lich King’s influence over some of his forces. During the Forsaken revolt that followed, Grel’ka felt his influence wane. She broke free from his will and felt the full impact of the voices of the Old Gods upon her. As such, she took her phylactery and followed the commands in her head, heading out of Northrend and south.

She went to the old continent of Kalimdor and met up with the Twilight’s Hammer cult in the south of the land. During this time, she worked with the cult to free C’thun from his prison. When this plot inevitably failed, she returned to Northrend to bolster the forces attempting to conquer Ulduar and free Yogg-Saron. Eventually, as the rise of Deathwing began and the Shattering occurred, she rejoiced in the coming demise of the world. She was transferred to Hyjal, working her way around the territory. Her powers were instrumental to the early successes of the Twilights, and there she still remains today. At Hyjal, Grel'ka has earned a position of leadership among the Twilights, performing important deeds in regard to heading the assault against Nordrassil.
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Player: Absurdkoala

Character Full Name: Ironpaw

Character In-Game Name: Ironpaw

Nickname(s): None yet

Association(s): Alliance, Stillpine Tribe

Race: Furbolg

Class: Ursa Totemic (Shaman)

Skills and Abilities: Nothing outside his brute strength and basic shamanistic nature spells such as healing.

Age: 60

Sex: Male

Hair: White fur coat

Eyes: Dark brown

Scale/Height: 1.2

Usual Garments/Armor: Nothing but a simple necklace of feathers and bone.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality: He has a strong sense of values, needs his personal space while living for the moment. He's independent but very loyal with his own strong personal beliefs in right and wrong. Sometimes he struggles to see things outside his own perspective.

History:
When Ironpaw was born, he was lucky enough to be part of the Stillpine Tribe on Azuremyst Isle. Set away from the possible corruption of the Furbolgs made life easier for the Stillpines but life was still no walk in the park. As he grew up Ironpaw took initiative to learn all parts of the male Furbolgs place in their tribe, hunting, defensive and aggressive warfare, manufacturing of weapons, and nearly all religious operations were part of his every day life.

Being a Furbolg, Ironpaw revered Ursoc and Ursol just as much as he did nature and the spirits. Showing his devotion to the Bear Twins he took to the path of an Ursa Totemic. Beginning his training with the shamans of his tribe he focused on the bond he could have with nature itself before working on his ferocious combat and strength. Before this, like most members of a Furbolg tribe, he learned basic combat skills to better hold their survival but he began to tap into a state of unbridled rage, ripping and tearing his hunted prey to mere shreds simply because he knew that he could and it was fun for him.

Five years ago, Ironpaw believed there could be more to do than what was at hand in his life. Luckily for him he would get to be involved in the lives of a strange and alien race. When the Exodar landed on Azuremyst Isle, not far from Stillpine Hold, Ironpaw was quick to be on the case. Being an adventurous Furbolg he sought out to meet this new species that would share his kinds lands, more curious to find out if they were to be friends or foe.

At first the Draenei seemed harmless and terrified of the new world, at least it seemed this way to Ironpaw. He struggled to connect with these new faces as there wasn't a simple language barrier but a planetary barrier. Both Ironpaw and the Draenei were more confused by the other than threatened and it wasn't until the Draenei started using the Furbolgs crafted totems to get an idea of their language. After many trials and errors they were able to effectively communicate with one another and the Furbolgs were introduced to this wonderful race, some even brought onto their crashed ship.

The sight of an alien space craft was nothing short of a stellar experience for a Furbolg, Ironpaw jumped at the chance to learn more about these new faces, which would bring about his interactions with the Kaldorei. Sharing a wonderful connection with nature that the Kaldorei themselves shared, Ironpaw found many similarities between their kinds, so much that he considers them all part of his own tribe even if the others don't. This lead to his joining of the Alliance as he's grown a connection with two races of the Alliance, in his head he believes all members of the Alliance are just as amazing people.

Over the course of the past five years, Ironpaw stayed on Azuremyst Isle and helped the Draenei with anything he could but it still wasn't enough. This is when he decided that he would venture the world in hopes to aid the very people that he cares for so deeply, even though he might not have even met them yet.

Player: Avitz
Character Full Name: Zashar
Character In-Game Name: Zashar
Nickname(s): N/A
Association(s): None
Race: Naga
Class: Warrior
Skills and Abilities: (Only necessary if there are any abnormal/notable skills/abilities for the character's class)
Age: 226
Sex: Male
Hair: Fintacular-Bright bold yellows and oranges.
Eyes: Orange, with a snake-like iris.
Scale/Height: TBD
Usual Garments/Armor: Zashar can typically be found clad in a simple set of scale-mail, focused on protecting his uppers in case anything can get through his typically rugged scaled skin. Most of this is covered by a mixture of materials, mostly leather straps.

Personality: Zashar is an exceptionally cautious individual, having left the fruitless comfort of his tribe to hopefully ascend to glories greater than he would of proverbially bending a knee to authority - But he's well aware of the path's length and dangers. He therefore thinks of his own hide before others and would be unlikely to think twice about letting others shoulder the hard work or risks if he considered them too dangerous.

More personally, the Naga is polite despite the only decent grasp of common - his spoken word occasionally slipping into hisses should the he say roll off the tongue in that way. He restrains himself activity - After all, most land dwellers would likely not be too keen on stirring conversation with a hostile race beyond what is needed to get by. In regards to world views, he finds himself looking cautiously at both the Alliance, because of the strong seat of power the Night Elves (and hence their views on the Naga) have nestled within the faction, and the Horde, because of assumptions that due to recent hostilities with his kind that he might not be welcomed heart-fully.

History(WIP):

Zashar hatched to the Spitelash tribe, versed in the mess of war as part of his tribe from a very young age. He was eager to fight his kind's cause and fight he did earning prestige on his hunts and battles that he partakes in. For what seemed to be most of his youth he found that the skies were the limit to his prestigious tribe, lead by a warlord no less!

As he aged, he found himself becoming more aware of the outside world. External threats to the tribe's names changed from 'Prey' to 'Kaldorei' and 'Orc', he learned that there was more to his kind - even mingling with other tribes on very brief occasions. He learned of his kinds leader, her past and her motivations for the warlike nature of not only his tribe, but his entire race. He figured something out very quickly when he started to put pieces together and came to a conclusion of his own about the Naga - He was just a tool for another's vengeance. Without saying a word of his intentions, Zashar left the tribe behind and drifted out into the seas, planning to see the world and pave out a path and fate of his own.

For the next few years he ventured across the seas, only heading to land only in more desperate situations. In those fleeting moments, he eventually began painting a picture of the world above, adding names to races he had considered prior to just be 'hostile threats'. Eventually, he began to find himself venturing onto land out of curiosity instead, peeking his head into the occasional goblin town (Only to be shoo'd away, usually).

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'''Player:''' [[User:imagenashyun|ImagenAshyun]]

'''Character Full Name:''' Keeper Buhayos

'''Character In-Game Name:''' Buyahos

'''Nickname(s):''' Buhay

'''Association(s):''' Sons of Cenarius; The Cenarion Circle, Guardians of Hyjal

'''Race:''' Keeper of the Grove

'''Class:''' Druid

'''Age:''' 10,027

'''Sex:''' Male

'''Hair:''' Leafy green vines and leaves that flow as a thick mane to his back.

'''Eyes:''' Amber

'''Scale:''' 1.1

==Appearance==

Buhayos looks like most other Keepers of the Grove in that he has the upper torso of a kaldorei and the lower of a stag. However, he has a generally softer, almost androgynous appearance. He is also longer than he is wide, with his sambar-like antlers possessing only a few branches. Leaves grow all over his fetlocks as well as his back.

'''Other:''' His name is pronounced "boo-HYE-os".

==Personality==

Buhayos is a contemplative and cautious individual, often slow in his decision making as he tends to overthink his options. This is due to his role as a protector of nature: he is fully aware of the consequences his actions may have on life around him. He considers himself a friend and ally to all living beings, his heart filled with kindness and altruism to the helpless and hurting. While he possesses little to no tolerance for those who wantonly destroy life, he is avoidant of resorting to violence except when absolutely necessary--and even then he tends not to enact such violence directly, usually resorting to having others (such as dryads and treants) do the fighting for him. Buhayos has, otherwise, never personally spilt any blood.

Buhayos also holds himself to an extremely high standard, though not (necessarily) due to vanity and pride; as a Son of Cenarius, he places himself as an example for mortal beings to follow, especially towards those who pursue the balance of nature. Unfortunately, Buhayos is as flawed an individual as any other--he has a tendency to oversee immediate needs in order to focus on the big picture, and at times his single-mindedness to that big picture would result in him being rather ironically imprudent and shortsighted. Due to this, he has a tendency to be a selective perfectionist--he ''has'' to be perfect, or at least strive to be, in order to be an efficient Keeper fo the Grove. For this reason, he often comes across as repressed, restrained, and overly serious.

When Deathwing returned to scorch Azeroth in flame, Buhayos decided to take a bigger initiatve in healing the seared land than just staying in the woods. As such, Buhayos is now directly involving himself with the affairs of the people of Azeroth (and beyond) as he attempts to break his past habits by taking more risks in order to reach his goals.


==History==

Buhayos was barely a buck when the War of the Ancients took place; at the time, he was still learning his place among other Sons of Cenarius. However, the call to battle was made as the Burning Legion arrived; with little choice, Buhayos joined his brothers and sisters to aid the Night Elves in defending Azeroth. However, the defenses against the Legion were dwindling, and as Buhayos struggled to defend the forests while the armies pushed forward, he would witness the betrayal of the Earth Warder and survived his rage by the skin of his teeth. Gravely wounded, Buhayos withdrew from the battles at the War raged on. The Keeper had hardly recovered when he felt the earth shake beneath his hooves--the land had split, and the world was broken by the collapse of the Well of Eternity.

By the time the world shattered, Buhayos kept a low profile and remained among his siblings while the dragons and night elves attempted to fix what they could. Fear overcame his soul as the years would pass, though the responsibility in tending to nature prevented him from becoming completely shut in. Buhayos then either meditated and walked within the Emerald Dream or travelled within the shadows of the waking woods, tending to any sort of minor imbalance of life he may come across; should danger come his way, especially regarding wars that continued to rage on, he would rush immediately to dryads and other Keepers rather than fight to save his own hide. Buhayos never made any real efforts in learning how to defend himself beyond calling upon the aid of dryads and treants to take down his pursuers.

Buhayos remained mostly out of sight from other beings besides his own folk until the Third War, when the Legion returned once more to destroy Azeroth. As the night elves defended Ashenvale, Buhayos once again remained in the sidelines to heal what segments of the forest was razed. By the time the forces of nature was summoned to defeat Archimonde, Buhayos was recovering from exhaustion in Moonglade as the World Tree fell.

By this point, the Keeper's spirit has been drained from the war. Buhayos settled in Moonglade for a time, primarily to guide young druids as well as to discuss matters with his fellow folk. Not long after the fall of the Lich King, however, Buhayos would find himself trapped in his own nightmares: the returning fires of Neltharion's rage and the Legion's malice scarred his soul and locked him into a slumber he could not escape. By the time the War against the Nightmare ended, Buhayos realized that he had let himself succumb to a very personal failure: a Son of Cenarius, locked in his own fears when he should have the spiritual strength to fight it off. After much contemplation spent in isolation far from all civilization, Buhayos came to a realization that he was letting his own personal weaknesses dictate his every move despite his many years and experiences. Even with the millennia passed, he still had the mindset of the young buck who cried in terror when the earth split beneath his hooves. He decided, right then and there, that if he was to be an efficient protector of nature and healer of the broken world, then he would have to mend his own broken spirit.

Buhayos couldn't put his goal into action yet--Neltharion, known as Deathwing to most of Azeroth--has returned. Fires scorched the planet once more, and the skies turned red with his rage. Buhayos was in Moonglade at the time when news arrived of the Black Dragon's return. Instead of running and hiding like he did before, the Keeper's first move was to rush over to Darkshore to examine the damage; his heart sank further and further as he would travel along the coast and see the world shattered once again. There was only so much healing only one Keeper of the Grove could do... or an army of them. Deciding that simply hiding and healing will not get much of any job done, Buhayos vowed to assist the survivors of Azeroth in healing the world while facing the one responsible for the cataclysm once and for all.

Perhaps, then, Buhayos would find the spiritual strength and enlightenment needed for him to fully realize his role in healing and protecting this broken world.


==Skills and Abilities==

Despite his large size, Buhayos is a frail being--a few strikes can debilitate him fairly easily. Most of Buhayos' skills lie in healing; for this reason, combat is never really an option for him. At the first sight of danger, he will, instead, grow entangling roots that can entrap his pursuers while he flees. If violence is inescapable, he will transform nearby trees to become treants who will fight for his behalf.

As mentioned previously, Buhayos' skills lie in healing. The potency of his magic is highly effecient, as he is capable of healing many people, plants, and animals all at once quickly and within a certain radius.

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Player: FlyingSquirrel

Character Full Name: Ydir of the Icy Storm

Character In-Game Name: Ydir

Nickname(s):

Association(s): Himself, Forsaken, Ebon Blade (In order of importance)

Race: Frost Vrykul

Class: Death Knight

Skills and Abilities: Rune Tap; this ability is instead replaced with a frost-like healing. He can fill his wounds with runic frost. Since he is dead, this is a proper way to heal himself.

Army of the Dead; This skill is replaced with a blizzard-like ability. He takes the runic ice from his body, breaks it into shards and has it fly quickly around his body for a few seconds.

His fighting style depends on slow, hard attacks. His natural strength as a Vrykul, compounded with the strength he trained himself towards, and his strength as a Death Knight, makes him very strong indeed. This leaves him little room for defense, forcing him to depend on the integrity of his armor for defense.

Age: <Unknown>. Best guess would be around 15,000 years of age.*

Sex: Male.

Hair: White braided beard with no head hair.

Eyes: Blue mist

Scale/Height: .75

Usual Garments/Armor: Ydir wears quilted cloth for the majority of his clothing, with a leather kilt alongside furry boots and furry gloves. He has a metal girdle and metal helmet on, the helmet with two wicked horns curving away. His armor's almost always seemingly frozen. Under this is Saronite chainmail.

Other: Covered in a thin layer of frost, which is under another, thicker, layer of frost. He uses this second layer to protect places that don't have metal on the outside, AKA everywhere other than his abdomen and head.

Personality: Ydir is a brutal man, as is expected of a vrykul. He's especially blunt, with little care for the intrigue or disguised words that many other dead seem so fond of. However, that does not mean that he is stupid. No, Ydir is well aware of how to take care of his own skin, and would not have survived in a post-Lich King world if he weren't able to. Under all the brawn lies a keen mind, one ultimately dedicated to the Death Knight's survival above all other costs.

History: <Unknown, up until the beginning of Wrath of the Lich King>**.

Ydir had always lived within the greater Jotunheim area. Upon the Vrykul accepting the Lich King as their Death God, he was woken alongside many other Vrykul. And, like many other Vrykul hoping to prove themselves to this new God, he took part in the tournaments at Valhalas. He went through a gauntlet of challenges, many against other hopefuls while a few against what the Scourge would offer. He won all but one through a mixture of strength, cunning and, most importantly, luck. Up until he finally met his end at the hands of an abomination.

This, however, was not the end for Ydir. He was deemed worthy by the Val'kyr, having the best record in that day's competition. The losers became Vargul. However, Ydir was taken away by the Val'kyr and raised as a Ymirjar Death Knight. As the armies of Acherus formed and fought in the south, Ydir trained for the glory of the Lich King. And when Acherus defected, Ydir was sent to the growing Malykriss, in order to further work on his abilities.

When the Argents took bits of Icecrown Glacier, Ydir was in Malykriss, helping to assure that the next round of Death Knights would be better than those of Acherus. However, when the Death Knights stationed in Shadow Vault began to threaten Jotunheim, Ydir was sent back to his hometown. There, he fought against the other Death Knights. In one skirmish, he was taken hostage after a Dwarf knocked him to the ground and smashed him over the head. Without further adue, the Vrykul was taken to the Shadow Vault.

The Lich King did not care to bring him back. He was expendable. However, he had a good deal of information about Malykriss, and this information, when bartered properly, was enough to keep him alive up until the Lich King's death. Initially, Ydir did not believe them that the God of Death himself had died. However, eventually, he knew it to be true. With no other prospects in sight, Ydir offered to sign on with the Ebon Blade.

Of course, such a thing did not come easy. He had willingly signed on with the Lich King, and would not be able to find solace in the Horde or Alliance like the other Death Knights. So, Ydir compromised, and was sent on a mission to prove his loyalty to the Ebon Blade. The mission was a clean-up of a group of Vrykul that had refused to give in. The Vrykul had been especially good at causing the Ebon Blade a headache, and that's where Ydir came in. So, under threat of death, Ydir lured the Vrykuls into an ambush using his existance as one of them, and then helped in their deaths.

This was enough for the Ebon Blade. The Vrykul was allowed into the Ebon Blade, and taught how to summon a Death Gate to Acherus. It was shortly after he arrived that the world was subject to the Shattering. In the Ebon Hold, he heard many of the Death Knights talking about a Sylvanas, and how many of the dead had found open arms in her army. Ydir did some more research through talking and listening and found himself curious. So, with the help of a Horde Death Knight, he approached the Forsaken.

They'd already taken in the Val'kyr, although that had been more of a personalized thing. Much to Ydir's joy, the Forsaken accepted the Vrykul with open arms. And luckily for them, Ydir didn't care about the heinous experiments done to the other Vrykul by the Apothecary Society in the Howling Fjords. With Ydir's allegiances set straight, the Vrykul began his new life, out of his comfort zone for the first time he could remember.


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*This is based upon the fact that King Ymiron existed 15,000 years ago, as shown by the Anguish of Nifflevar quest.
**We don't really know what Vrykul were like before the Wrath of the Lich King. So, I'm just going to skip to that time.