01-24-2013, 12:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-24-2013, 01:38 PM by SachikoMaeda.)
Character Race: Felblood Elf (Blood Elf OOC)
Character Name: Lovarthil
Character Class: Warlock
Display ID: 22979
Duration: Persistent
Purpose: Generate Outland RP. Create conflict for heroic characters in need of an enemy. I would like to use him with a storyline I've been planning for a while to use post Cataclysm, though it can be used in WotLK.
Location: Outlands or Ghostlands
Scale: 0.85 (I believe this is the proper scale. I may need to have it tweaked)
Special Equipment: None required.
Level: 80 (85 for Cataclysm)
Player: SachikoMaeda
Character Full Name: Lovar'thil Dire'belore
Character In-Game Name: Lovarthil
Nickname(s): Doctor
Association(s): Silvermoon (Former), Horde (Former)
Race: Felblood Elf
Class: Warlock
Skills and Abilities: Time to Hide. Lovar can hide his mutations with a simple illusion that effects only him. This allows him to travel to smaller towns away from mages to get supplies or perhaps lure potential victims or aspiring warlocks out of towns.
Warlock Mastery. His knowledge of the demonic arts is quite extensive. He has no one specific area of specialization and chooses to study all branches equally.
Corrupted. Physical and mental corruption plague him. He has torn himself from the Legion and all previous alliances to further his own goals of grandeur. In his mind, he is king of the lands and will do anything to prove it. He is aware of his mutated appearance and generally keeps to himself, dragging few down to his level. A warlock with enough skill may be able to subdue him.
Stars Be My Witness. Lovar'thil has an affinity with astronomy and all there is about the stars. He is an avid believer in being able to tell the future and grand events by patterns in the night skies of either Azeroth or the Outlands. He believes his defenses are greater at night under a starry sky.
Dr. Feelgood. He is a fully licensed physician and pharmacist. his knowledge in alchemy allows him to synthesize his own medications as needed. He keeps a trunk around that contains all of his supplies. He has a deep-rooted belief, possibly a delusion, that demonic blood is a fix-all cure and usually adds it into all of his potions.
Age: 681
Sex: Male
Hair: Long and black, usually tied back in a very loose ponytail.
Eyes: Bright fel green
Weight: 176lbs
Height: 6'10"
Usual Garments/Armor: His clothing will always cover every inch of skin from the neck down. A hood usually hides his head. The color palette of his outfits is usually limited to black, red, and gold. His clothes appear to have the quality worn by nobles and reflect his life prior to his ventures in the Outlands.
Other: His continued fel use has reddened his skin along with other mutations. A pair of horns have grown on his forehead and on his back a pair of nonfunctional wing-like appendages. Hidden under his clothes is a long series of runic tattoos that cover almost his entire body. His teeth are unnaturally sharp and his nails have turned more to hardened talons.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Personality: By all means insane, Lovar'thil is far from the stable man he once was. He tends to speak on and on in riddles to himself as if trying to sort out some mass equation he is unable to solve. In the rare times he is presented with others, he tries his best to emulate some form of sanity. Quirky and hardly predictable, his spontaneous mood swings make him incredibly dangerous to be around. He is a recluse now and spends his time hidden away in caves, deep in the tainted Ghostlands, or far in the fields of Shadowmoon.
Throughout his insanity, his genius seems to have remain in tact. He expresses constantly that there is a method to his madness and he is far from a babbling idiot. Few and far between he has moments where his old, calm and cool self shows. He becomes a level-headed man who's rather sharp in discussion. If kept in such a state, he can prove to be a rather productive man.
History:
Born to a once noble household, Lovar'thil's childhood was exceedingly easy. He was given all he needed and wanted rather swiftly. Far from spoiled, he always felt the need to give back to those around him. He went through school with high grades and great credentials, in time moving on to learn more in the medical field. He took great care and time with his studies, writing a number of books worth of notes to keep everything in order.
He worked a small charity practice within the city, seeing those in poverty for little to no charge. In his off time, he would look more into astronomy. He enjoyed his hobby greatly and would occasionally teach small classes on both medicine and astronomy. His life remained quiet, rarely making his way into family politics when large amounts of money were to be thrown around. He never had much care with such matters until his parents' passing due to old age. Being an only child, he was left with all inheritance. All the fortune they had, the land, and assets. Even with all these resources at his hands, he was far from a good businessman or politician.
A series of bad investments took away the majority of his wealth and his poor politics thrust him out of the noble scene. After his mishaps, he left his investing to an old friend of his and took back to his practice. He focused on running his clinic and left family business elsewhere. When the Second War came, he left home to be a combat medic. His minor knowledge of the arcane proved to be useful in defending other medics working with him. His service lasted the duration of the war though his location was constantly changing. He enjoyed traveling while practicing his trade, even if the circumstances were not the best.
He returned home to more money troubles. His inheritance was almost completely gone and he was left with no choice but to sell his old family home as well as what assets they had remaining, sealing his fate of being a commoner. He ignored his problems and continued his work, trusting his friend to resolve any issues. His trust was well placed and he did see a return of profits to his home. Just as prosperity returned, the Scourge invasion came. Within the chaos, his clinic was lost and his friend was killed. He barely managed to survive, taking shelter under rubble as he comforted himself.
Recovering from the disaster was not easy on him. He could not simply ignore it as he had prior. With the withdrawals nagging him down constantly, he began following the words of Kael'thas closely. In time, he joined forces that were destined to the Outlands. His exposure to fel was one he welcomed rather quickly and started an addiction that he would keep with him for years to come. During his time in the Outlands, he took to studying demonic arts. It didn't take long for him to become a rather successful warlock. More of his time spent there was devoted to studies than actual combat situations.
He continued with Kael'thas and his forces until he saw those around him becoming mutated. Before partaking in such an activity, he quickly broke away from the armies and went into hiding in Hellfire Peninsula. He didn't emerge from his hiding for months, slowly making his return to Silvermoon. He learned of the fate of Kael'thas and those with him, taking it as a sign to continue his research with fel and its effects on the body. He took his previous research books and notes from his home along with his tools for alchemy, packed them in a trunk, and took to the roads.
He learned that the mutations were inevitable after a certain point, but he believed the benefit outweighed the bad. He continued on his research, his test subjects always low in number and resorting to experimentation on himself. He took in higher amounts of fel than what many considered to be safe in the name of progress, trying various bloods from his own demons to see the effects. He kept detailed records of each use and what results it yielded. Months into his studies, he began recording mutations present in himself. First his skin had hardened, flaked, and reddened in color. Second his was plagued with muscle aches as deformities began to present himself. It wasn't much longer until horns protruded from his forehead and wing-like appendages sprouted from his back.
His traveling slowed greatly as he took careful note of his mutations. He holed himself away in various small locations to keep his research hidden. He currently shows himself only rarely to try and lure in new test subjects or to further his own delusions of power.
Character Name: Lovarthil
Character Class: Warlock
Display ID: 22979
Duration: Persistent
Purpose: Generate Outland RP. Create conflict for heroic characters in need of an enemy. I would like to use him with a storyline I've been planning for a while to use post Cataclysm, though it can be used in WotLK.
Location: Outlands or Ghostlands
Scale: 0.85 (I believe this is the proper scale. I may need to have it tweaked)
Special Equipment: None required.
Level: 80 (85 for Cataclysm)
Player: SachikoMaeda
Character Full Name: Lovar'thil Dire'belore
Character In-Game Name: Lovarthil
Nickname(s): Doctor
Association(s): Silvermoon (Former), Horde (Former)
Race: Felblood Elf
Class: Warlock
Skills and Abilities: Time to Hide. Lovar can hide his mutations with a simple illusion that effects only him. This allows him to travel to smaller towns away from mages to get supplies or perhaps lure potential victims or aspiring warlocks out of towns.
Warlock Mastery. His knowledge of the demonic arts is quite extensive. He has no one specific area of specialization and chooses to study all branches equally.
Corrupted. Physical and mental corruption plague him. He has torn himself from the Legion and all previous alliances to further his own goals of grandeur. In his mind, he is king of the lands and will do anything to prove it. He is aware of his mutated appearance and generally keeps to himself, dragging few down to his level. A warlock with enough skill may be able to subdue him.
Stars Be My Witness. Lovar'thil has an affinity with astronomy and all there is about the stars. He is an avid believer in being able to tell the future and grand events by patterns in the night skies of either Azeroth or the Outlands. He believes his defenses are greater at night under a starry sky.
Dr. Feelgood. He is a fully licensed physician and pharmacist. his knowledge in alchemy allows him to synthesize his own medications as needed. He keeps a trunk around that contains all of his supplies. He has a deep-rooted belief, possibly a delusion, that demonic blood is a fix-all cure and usually adds it into all of his potions.
Age: 681
Sex: Male
Hair: Long and black, usually tied back in a very loose ponytail.
Eyes: Bright fel green
Weight: 176lbs
Height: 6'10"
Usual Garments/Armor: His clothing will always cover every inch of skin from the neck down. A hood usually hides his head. The color palette of his outfits is usually limited to black, red, and gold. His clothes appear to have the quality worn by nobles and reflect his life prior to his ventures in the Outlands.
Other: His continued fel use has reddened his skin along with other mutations. A pair of horns have grown on his forehead and on his back a pair of nonfunctional wing-like appendages. Hidden under his clothes is a long series of runic tattoos that cover almost his entire body. His teeth are unnaturally sharp and his nails have turned more to hardened talons.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Personality: By all means insane, Lovar'thil is far from the stable man he once was. He tends to speak on and on in riddles to himself as if trying to sort out some mass equation he is unable to solve. In the rare times he is presented with others, he tries his best to emulate some form of sanity. Quirky and hardly predictable, his spontaneous mood swings make him incredibly dangerous to be around. He is a recluse now and spends his time hidden away in caves, deep in the tainted Ghostlands, or far in the fields of Shadowmoon.
Throughout his insanity, his genius seems to have remain in tact. He expresses constantly that there is a method to his madness and he is far from a babbling idiot. Few and far between he has moments where his old, calm and cool self shows. He becomes a level-headed man who's rather sharp in discussion. If kept in such a state, he can prove to be a rather productive man.
History:
Born to a once noble household, Lovar'thil's childhood was exceedingly easy. He was given all he needed and wanted rather swiftly. Far from spoiled, he always felt the need to give back to those around him. He went through school with high grades and great credentials, in time moving on to learn more in the medical field. He took great care and time with his studies, writing a number of books worth of notes to keep everything in order.
He worked a small charity practice within the city, seeing those in poverty for little to no charge. In his off time, he would look more into astronomy. He enjoyed his hobby greatly and would occasionally teach small classes on both medicine and astronomy. His life remained quiet, rarely making his way into family politics when large amounts of money were to be thrown around. He never had much care with such matters until his parents' passing due to old age. Being an only child, he was left with all inheritance. All the fortune they had, the land, and assets. Even with all these resources at his hands, he was far from a good businessman or politician.
A series of bad investments took away the majority of his wealth and his poor politics thrust him out of the noble scene. After his mishaps, he left his investing to an old friend of his and took back to his practice. He focused on running his clinic and left family business elsewhere. When the Second War came, he left home to be a combat medic. His minor knowledge of the arcane proved to be useful in defending other medics working with him. His service lasted the duration of the war though his location was constantly changing. He enjoyed traveling while practicing his trade, even if the circumstances were not the best.
He returned home to more money troubles. His inheritance was almost completely gone and he was left with no choice but to sell his old family home as well as what assets they had remaining, sealing his fate of being a commoner. He ignored his problems and continued his work, trusting his friend to resolve any issues. His trust was well placed and he did see a return of profits to his home. Just as prosperity returned, the Scourge invasion came. Within the chaos, his clinic was lost and his friend was killed. He barely managed to survive, taking shelter under rubble as he comforted himself.
Recovering from the disaster was not easy on him. He could not simply ignore it as he had prior. With the withdrawals nagging him down constantly, he began following the words of Kael'thas closely. In time, he joined forces that were destined to the Outlands. His exposure to fel was one he welcomed rather quickly and started an addiction that he would keep with him for years to come. During his time in the Outlands, he took to studying demonic arts. It didn't take long for him to become a rather successful warlock. More of his time spent there was devoted to studies than actual combat situations.
He continued with Kael'thas and his forces until he saw those around him becoming mutated. Before partaking in such an activity, he quickly broke away from the armies and went into hiding in Hellfire Peninsula. He didn't emerge from his hiding for months, slowly making his return to Silvermoon. He learned of the fate of Kael'thas and those with him, taking it as a sign to continue his research with fel and its effects on the body. He took his previous research books and notes from his home along with his tools for alchemy, packed them in a trunk, and took to the roads.
He learned that the mutations were inevitable after a certain point, but he believed the benefit outweighed the bad. He continued on his research, his test subjects always low in number and resorting to experimentation on himself. He took in higher amounts of fel than what many considered to be safe in the name of progress, trying various bloods from his own demons to see the effects. He kept detailed records of each use and what results it yielded. Months into his studies, he began recording mutations present in himself. First his skin had hardened, flaked, and reddened in color. Second his was plagued with muscle aches as deformities began to present himself. It wasn't much longer until horns protruded from his forehead and wing-like appendages sprouted from his back.
His traveling slowed greatly as he took careful note of his mutations. He holed himself away in various small locations to keep his research hidden. He currently shows himself only rarely to try and lure in new test subjects or to further his own delusions of power.
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