Race of Character/NPC: Wraith (Ingame Forsaken Undead)
Class of Character/NPC: Mage
Name of Character/NPC: Rhaemus Valgar, Ingame Rhaemus
Exact ModelID: 146 <Spectral Attendant>
Duration of Character: Persistent
Purpose of Character: To try and boost some RP involving undead, to build up an interresting Storyline possibly involving Hand of Sylvanas.
Location the Character will reside in: Plaguelands, in the wilds. Or Undercity. Other zones of the Northern part of Eastern Kingdoms might also be used for some RP, such as Tirisfal and Silverpine.
Level Requested: 80
Equipment needed: None.
Player: Dareksar
Character Full Name: Rhaemus Valgar
Character In-Game Name: Rhaemus
Nickname(s): None.
Association: Independent, slightly Undercity, formerly Kirin Tor
Race: Wraith (Undead)
Class: Mage
Skills and Abilities: Rhaemus is a potent spellcaster and has an affinity with frost. He also has a magnificent willpower, which made it possible for him to become a Wraith instead of dying.
Age: Died at 42, now would be 46.
Sex: Male
Hair: Has no hair. In life had long blonde, nearly white, hair.
Eyes: Glowing white. In life had bright green eyes.
Weight: Weightless (Ghostly), In life just before death 75,2 Kilograms.
Height: About 1,75 Meters.
Usual Garments/Armor: Wears no armour or clothing. Has a spectral chain at its ''feet''.
Other: Tends to like solitude.
Alignment: Lawful neutral.
Personality: Rhaemus is a wise person who has a magnificent amount of willpower and wish to live. He has always liked solitude and usually spent time alone in a library. Rhaemus has always been very ambitious about his goals and dreams and had big plans.
Rhaemus has an affinity with frost magic and usually has a very calm mind, though sometimes he can get quite aggressive if someone tries to defy his dreams. Even though Rhaemus is a can be a loving person he hasnt found anyone who he would love by his heart.
Rhaemus bears great hate for the Blood Elves for abusing magic for their own selfish meanings. He also used to avoid all kinds of undead but becoming one has greatly changed his feelings. He can finally feel pity for the creatures that have been cursed by undeath, including himself.
Rhaemus has had a great interrest in history and usually when he read in a library it was about history. His specialty was the history of arcane and the Dragons. Before he died he was writing a book about the dragonflights. His favourite one was the bronze one, Guardians of Time.
After his death, Rhaemus has become even more lonely and even aggressive towards the living for his wish to live. But those kind and friendly to him will find a true friend in him. He would never betray a friend of his.
Rhaemus has never had any need of becoming rich and money has just been an unimportant thing in his life. Knowledge has been what he loves.
History: Rhaemus Valgar was born in Lordaeron. His father was a farmer and his mother a housewife. Rhaemus also had a older brother, Tedrius and a younger sister, Leyvia. They lived a peaceful life until Rhaemus turned 13. In the middle of that year the family of Valgar moved away from Lordaeron to the farmlands close to Quel'thalas seeking for better farmlands. It was there that the family learned that Rhaemus had potencies in magic.
The Valgar family asked a mage to visit their house and soon they discovered that Rhaemus could be trained as a mage himself aswell. They soon start to make preparations and Rhaemus leaves with the mage to Dalaran, to gain magic training.
Rhaemus made a few friends on his first years in Dalaran. He spent all his days learning and reading more and more. He specialized in Evocation and furthermore in Frost magic. Rhaemus took no action in the First War. Rhaemus was picked on a few times for only reading, but it was cut short as Rhaemus took no note of it. After that most people just ignored him.
Rhaemus'es magic training continued uncut until he was 23. After he heard of the Second War, he decided to join the Alliance side and fight in the war. Not long after that he heard that his brother, Tedrius, was also participating in the war. As the war continued, he became to hate the orcs for their bloodlust. After the internment camps were built his brother was assigned as a guard to one of them, leading to Tedrius getting killed in a prison fight. His anger against the Horde deepened. He also became depressed and returned to Dalaran only to cease his studies for an undefined time.
At some point in his life he started his studies once again, but they were downed once again at the age of 37 when he heard that his family had fallen victim of the Scourge plague. He left Dalaran to visit his family house and joined in battling the undead. He did this for years.
Year 25. Rhaemus Valgar is purging the undead from the Plaguelands
He threw a frostbolt at a ghoul that was closing Valina.
''Is there more of them, Val?!'', Rhaemus yells over the clashes of the swords of the Argent Dawn's soldiers.
''Yes! They are massing from Andorhal!'', Valina answered Rhaemus while cutting down another ghoul. Rhaemus nodded, jumped on his horse and started a quick ride South, towards the long deserted town of Andorhal. Quickly he turns his head and sees that Valina is riding behind him. All the time Rhaemus goes further South, the fouler the air smells. Dead bodies of undead and dead alike are in piles and scattered all around the road.
When the couple reach a hill over looking Andorhal, they can see the massive forces of undead beneath them. Ghouls, necromancers with skeletal minions, banshees, wraiths, zombies and even wights are lumbering all around the town. With a quick word Rhaemus urges his horse to hurry and soon is raging down the hill, his staff ready to blast the first minion with a fireball.
''Look out!'', Valina yells as a few arrows fly just past Rhaemus. Rhaemus ducks on his horse and lets loose the fire he had readied. It blasted and charred a zombie's head to a crisp.
Rhaemus draws his sword and jumps off his horse, slashing down a ghoul. Apparently Valina does the same thing.
For a long time did the two hold against the masses. But not long enough. Two abominations lumber towards the two just as Rhaemus pulls out his sword from a ghoul's body.
''Run, Valina, run!'', Rhaemus urges to the blonde in armour and the couple race towards the edge of the town, cutting down many minions. Rhaemus turns to build up a slight wall of ice and continues to run. The wall does not slow the Scourge too much, as the lumbering abominations rush through the wall shattering it into tiny shards.
''Leave me, Val! Go, I'll try to hold them as long as possible! Go!'', Rhaemus told Valina while turning to face the undead. Rhaemus could heard Valina run away, still slashing away the Scourge.
''Alright, let us see how you handle -this-!'', Rhaemus roared and cast a flurry of ice shards. Many of the undead we're shredded into scraps but even more closed on. Rhaemus blasted the undead with his magic as long as possible until he had to use his sword.
The abominations closed him and he chose to run again. This time he ran for quite the while and saw the undead closing, but slower. They werent able to catch him. He thought he was going to make it. Finally he would get away from there, until suddenly a black arrow strikes right through his back, narrowly missing his heart. Rhaemus falls on his knees, feeling the horrible pain of the arrow in his chest while he could hear the roars of the closing undead. He fell on his front to the ground. Everything started to fade.. into the unknown...
Three weeks later, a crypt in an unknown graveyard
He could feel his soul becoming back to him. He could hear the voices of the world once again. But he could not feel himself. What had happened?
Rhaemus raises from a stone table inside something that looks like a crypt. Around him there are multiple other stone tables with Argent Dawn soldiers, all dead. Rhaemus looked down and was scared nearly to death, which is rather ironical. He had no body. All he could see was a spectral, translucent being floating in the air. Suddenly something feels painful. He looks down once again and sees spectral chains binding him, tightening around him. Rhaemus tries to move his feet, but to no avail. He has none. instead he tries to lean forward and successfully seems to float forward. In a while he finds himself in the Plaguelands, outside the crypt looking at what seems like the ruins of an old watchtower.
Rhaemus wanders across the land, avoiding all kinds of travelers. He feels immensely sad. He has no body, he has no... life. He feels... pity. Pity for himself, for the land in front of him. For the living that try to fight the undead.... the living? No.. he feels hatred. Why wouldnt the Argent Dawn send reinforcements? Why didnt they try to rescue him? Or Valina? No. Rhaemus must have his revenge... one way or another.
Class of Character/NPC: Mage
Name of Character/NPC: Rhaemus Valgar, Ingame Rhaemus
Exact ModelID: 146 <Spectral Attendant>
Duration of Character: Persistent
Purpose of Character: To try and boost some RP involving undead, to build up an interresting Storyline possibly involving Hand of Sylvanas.
Location the Character will reside in: Plaguelands, in the wilds. Or Undercity. Other zones of the Northern part of Eastern Kingdoms might also be used for some RP, such as Tirisfal and Silverpine.
Level Requested: 80
Equipment needed: None.
Spoiler:
Player: Dareksar
Character Full Name: Rhaemus Valgar
Character In-Game Name: Rhaemus
Nickname(s): None.
Association: Independent, slightly Undercity, formerly Kirin Tor
Race: Wraith (Undead)
Class: Mage
Skills and Abilities: Rhaemus is a potent spellcaster and has an affinity with frost. He also has a magnificent willpower, which made it possible for him to become a Wraith instead of dying.
Age: Died at 42, now would be 46.
Sex: Male
Hair: Has no hair. In life had long blonde, nearly white, hair.
Eyes: Glowing white. In life had bright green eyes.
Weight: Weightless (Ghostly), In life just before death 75,2 Kilograms.
Height: About 1,75 Meters.
Usual Garments/Armor: Wears no armour or clothing. Has a spectral chain at its ''feet''.
Other: Tends to like solitude.
Alignment: Lawful neutral.
Personality: Rhaemus is a wise person who has a magnificent amount of willpower and wish to live. He has always liked solitude and usually spent time alone in a library. Rhaemus has always been very ambitious about his goals and dreams and had big plans.
Rhaemus has an affinity with frost magic and usually has a very calm mind, though sometimes he can get quite aggressive if someone tries to defy his dreams. Even though Rhaemus is a can be a loving person he hasnt found anyone who he would love by his heart.
Rhaemus bears great hate for the Blood Elves for abusing magic for their own selfish meanings. He also used to avoid all kinds of undead but becoming one has greatly changed his feelings. He can finally feel pity for the creatures that have been cursed by undeath, including himself.
Rhaemus has had a great interrest in history and usually when he read in a library it was about history. His specialty was the history of arcane and the Dragons. Before he died he was writing a book about the dragonflights. His favourite one was the bronze one, Guardians of Time.
After his death, Rhaemus has become even more lonely and even aggressive towards the living for his wish to live. But those kind and friendly to him will find a true friend in him. He would never betray a friend of his.
Rhaemus has never had any need of becoming rich and money has just been an unimportant thing in his life. Knowledge has been what he loves.
History: Rhaemus Valgar was born in Lordaeron. His father was a farmer and his mother a housewife. Rhaemus also had a older brother, Tedrius and a younger sister, Leyvia. They lived a peaceful life until Rhaemus turned 13. In the middle of that year the family of Valgar moved away from Lordaeron to the farmlands close to Quel'thalas seeking for better farmlands. It was there that the family learned that Rhaemus had potencies in magic.
The Valgar family asked a mage to visit their house and soon they discovered that Rhaemus could be trained as a mage himself aswell. They soon start to make preparations and Rhaemus leaves with the mage to Dalaran, to gain magic training.
Rhaemus made a few friends on his first years in Dalaran. He spent all his days learning and reading more and more. He specialized in Evocation and furthermore in Frost magic. Rhaemus took no action in the First War. Rhaemus was picked on a few times for only reading, but it was cut short as Rhaemus took no note of it. After that most people just ignored him.
Rhaemus'es magic training continued uncut until he was 23. After he heard of the Second War, he decided to join the Alliance side and fight in the war. Not long after that he heard that his brother, Tedrius, was also participating in the war. As the war continued, he became to hate the orcs for their bloodlust. After the internment camps were built his brother was assigned as a guard to one of them, leading to Tedrius getting killed in a prison fight. His anger against the Horde deepened. He also became depressed and returned to Dalaran only to cease his studies for an undefined time.
At some point in his life he started his studies once again, but they were downed once again at the age of 37 when he heard that his family had fallen victim of the Scourge plague. He left Dalaran to visit his family house and joined in battling the undead. He did this for years.
Year 25. Rhaemus Valgar is purging the undead from the Plaguelands
He threw a frostbolt at a ghoul that was closing Valina.
''Is there more of them, Val?!'', Rhaemus yells over the clashes of the swords of the Argent Dawn's soldiers.
''Yes! They are massing from Andorhal!'', Valina answered Rhaemus while cutting down another ghoul. Rhaemus nodded, jumped on his horse and started a quick ride South, towards the long deserted town of Andorhal. Quickly he turns his head and sees that Valina is riding behind him. All the time Rhaemus goes further South, the fouler the air smells. Dead bodies of undead and dead alike are in piles and scattered all around the road.
When the couple reach a hill over looking Andorhal, they can see the massive forces of undead beneath them. Ghouls, necromancers with skeletal minions, banshees, wraiths, zombies and even wights are lumbering all around the town. With a quick word Rhaemus urges his horse to hurry and soon is raging down the hill, his staff ready to blast the first minion with a fireball.
''Look out!'', Valina yells as a few arrows fly just past Rhaemus. Rhaemus ducks on his horse and lets loose the fire he had readied. It blasted and charred a zombie's head to a crisp.
Rhaemus draws his sword and jumps off his horse, slashing down a ghoul. Apparently Valina does the same thing.
For a long time did the two hold against the masses. But not long enough. Two abominations lumber towards the two just as Rhaemus pulls out his sword from a ghoul's body.
''Run, Valina, run!'', Rhaemus urges to the blonde in armour and the couple race towards the edge of the town, cutting down many minions. Rhaemus turns to build up a slight wall of ice and continues to run. The wall does not slow the Scourge too much, as the lumbering abominations rush through the wall shattering it into tiny shards.
''Leave me, Val! Go, I'll try to hold them as long as possible! Go!'', Rhaemus told Valina while turning to face the undead. Rhaemus could heard Valina run away, still slashing away the Scourge.
''Alright, let us see how you handle -this-!'', Rhaemus roared and cast a flurry of ice shards. Many of the undead we're shredded into scraps but even more closed on. Rhaemus blasted the undead with his magic as long as possible until he had to use his sword.
The abominations closed him and he chose to run again. This time he ran for quite the while and saw the undead closing, but slower. They werent able to catch him. He thought he was going to make it. Finally he would get away from there, until suddenly a black arrow strikes right through his back, narrowly missing his heart. Rhaemus falls on his knees, feeling the horrible pain of the arrow in his chest while he could hear the roars of the closing undead. He fell on his front to the ground. Everything started to fade.. into the unknown...
Three weeks later, a crypt in an unknown graveyard
He could feel his soul becoming back to him. He could hear the voices of the world once again. But he could not feel himself. What had happened?
Rhaemus raises from a stone table inside something that looks like a crypt. Around him there are multiple other stone tables with Argent Dawn soldiers, all dead. Rhaemus looked down and was scared nearly to death, which is rather ironical. He had no body. All he could see was a spectral, translucent being floating in the air. Suddenly something feels painful. He looks down once again and sees spectral chains binding him, tightening around him. Rhaemus tries to move his feet, but to no avail. He has none. instead he tries to lean forward and successfully seems to float forward. In a while he finds himself in the Plaguelands, outside the crypt looking at what seems like the ruins of an old watchtower.
Rhaemus wanders across the land, avoiding all kinds of travelers. He feels immensely sad. He has no body, he has no... life. He feels... pity. Pity for himself, for the land in front of him. For the living that try to fight the undead.... the living? No.. he feels hatred. Why wouldnt the Argent Dawn send reinforcements? Why didnt they try to rescue him? Or Valina? No. Rhaemus must have his revenge... one way or another.