Race of character/NPC: Naga (Base race Night Elf)
Class of character/NPC: Warrior
Name of character/NPC: Nazatez
Exact modelID requested: 30338
Duration that character will be used: Permanent
Purpose for the character/NPC: RP purposes, possible evil / neutral character with ties to the alliance and the night elf race.
Location the character/NPC will reside: Anywhere with consistent water available, most likely near the sea or major waterways.
Level requested: 85
Any special equipment needed: None currently.
Class of character/NPC: Warrior
Name of character/NPC: Nazatez
Exact modelID requested: 30338
Duration that character will be used: Permanent
Purpose for the character/NPC: RP purposes, possible evil / neutral character with ties to the alliance and the night elf race.
Location the character/NPC will reside: Anywhere with consistent water available, most likely near the sea or major waterways.
Level requested: 85
Any special equipment needed: None currently.
Spoiler:
Player: Spiky
Character Full Name: Naz’Atez
Character In-Game Name: N/A
Nickname(s): N/A
Association(s): Night Elf society (Loosely), Naga Organizations (Loosely), Himself.
Race: Naga
Class: Warrior
Skills and Abilities:
Spine Throw: Naz’Atez throws a spine from his ‘conch’ hand, functioning pretty much like a javelin that can impale the target if successful.
Paralysis Toxin: Naz'Atez' bite and bodily spines (Not the ones he can 'eject' from his monstrous hand) secrete a numbing toxin meant as a defensive mechanism caused by his natural, arcane mutations. The effects of this poison varies depending on the size and immune system of the victim. It can paralyze a grown human for up to an hour if he is allowed lengthy (5 second contact) with the spines or teeth of Naz'Atez. Like the venom of many sea creatures and even snakes.
Blind-Sight: As a Naga Abomination / Anomaly, Naz'Atez natural head is covered in a hard, featureless shell. As such he has no visible eyes, though he has regular vision, his skin has developped hyper-sensitive pores that detect small electrical charges and changes in heat that most lifeforms naturally create, and as such can vaguely pinpoint movement around him in a 360 degree angle.
Natural Resilience: Due to the bony additions to his already monstrous appearance, as well as his thick, reinforced hide, Naz'Atez is more naturally resilient and can shrug off most small blades and arrows that glance off of his hide. As a result of the further mutations caused by the twisting arcane energies that made him into what he is, he is less affected by magic, beneficial or harmful, his skin having a light purple tint to it as a result.
Age: 10,087
Sex: Male
Hair: N/A
Eyes: N/A
Scale/Height: (0.55) Naz’Atez stands around 10´8 ft. tall when ‘walking’ or ‘standing’
Weight: 1085 lbs.
Usual Garments/Armor: A simple sash and a golden waistband to keep the sash in place.
Other: N/A
Alignment: N/A
Personality:
Naz’Atez is a devious, old Naga with a bad temper to boot. Having spent a great deal of his life asleep, until awoken some years ago. His anger and short temper comes from the fact that he barely remembers anything beyond the sinking chaos of the glorious city he was in before it sunk. He’s short-sentenced and direct in his conversations.
Just as he’s not trusted by others, he doesn’t trust them in return, and will always doubt people at first before he will consider someone a friend. He is more open towards his own species (Naga) and what he once was (Night Elf) than the other races of Azeroth.
History:
Naz’Atez no longer remembers his old name. What he does remember, is the years he spent serving the Queen in her glorious and shining city at the heart of the elven empire. He remembers the status of High Guard, protecting other Highborne from the other, lower elves living in their society. He fully supported queen Azshara’s decisions made to preserve and empower their already glorious nation.
He remembers fighting against his own kin as they revolted against the forces of Highborne and unnatural creatures brought forth from Azshara’s deal with the one she called “Lord” and “Master”. They were demons, he knew that now, but they fought on his side back then, and all he cared for was to protect the life of the Highborne and his queen.
His loyalty would ultimately cost him his identity and life. Or so he thought, as he awoke miles beneath the surface of the ocean, somehow unaffected by the crushing weight of the depths. He breached the surface of the ocean a few hundred feet from the beaches of Darkshore, slithering into the sand with numerous others, all sharing his visage, more or less. The women, multiple arms spawned from their ribcages, the men, monstrous snakes, and some, like him, further mutated with conches and crab like shells.
His reflection showed no eyes, yet he could see this. Some, who took these changes lighter than most, went inland, vanishing into unfamiliar lands, others, like Naz’Atez, stayed behind, taking years to stray from their own home, freshly made upon this secluded shore of Darkshore.
It took Naz’Atez two years to come to terms with his new change, no longer a creature of perfection. He’d met others like him, Naga. Telling him that their queen shared their new appearance, this reassured him that he was still as he was meant to be, in the image that his queen would want of her people. With this knowledge, Naz’Atez decided to break his own self-imposed solitude to discover the world anew.
Slithering through ruins and old, abandoned settlements told him their once glorious empire had crumbled, their once magnificent race reduced to living in a hollow tree, hiding in the shade of the trees. Advice from his kinsmen helped him avoid contact with the more radical and angry Night Elves, instead seeking out ones that would not kill him on sight. He kept his own allegiance secret, nobody needed to know he still considered himself loyal to his queen. After all, she was barely a presence on the surface world.
He now wanders the world, gathering information as much for himself as for when the time comes and he may share it with others of his kind, perhaps even his queen. Or perhaps.. Not. His resolve has been wavering as he ventures further and further in, learning about his own people, or rather, his old kinsmen; the elves.
Character Full Name: Naz’Atez
Character In-Game Name: N/A
Nickname(s): N/A
Association(s): Night Elf society (Loosely), Naga Organizations (Loosely), Himself.
Race: Naga
Class: Warrior
Skills and Abilities:
Spine Throw: Naz’Atez throws a spine from his ‘conch’ hand, functioning pretty much like a javelin that can impale the target if successful.
Paralysis Toxin: Naz'Atez' bite and bodily spines (Not the ones he can 'eject' from his monstrous hand) secrete a numbing toxin meant as a defensive mechanism caused by his natural, arcane mutations. The effects of this poison varies depending on the size and immune system of the victim. It can paralyze a grown human for up to an hour if he is allowed lengthy (5 second contact) with the spines or teeth of Naz'Atez. Like the venom of many sea creatures and even snakes.
Blind-Sight: As a Naga Abomination / Anomaly, Naz'Atez natural head is covered in a hard, featureless shell. As such he has no visible eyes, though he has regular vision, his skin has developped hyper-sensitive pores that detect small electrical charges and changes in heat that most lifeforms naturally create, and as such can vaguely pinpoint movement around him in a 360 degree angle.
Natural Resilience: Due to the bony additions to his already monstrous appearance, as well as his thick, reinforced hide, Naz'Atez is more naturally resilient and can shrug off most small blades and arrows that glance off of his hide. As a result of the further mutations caused by the twisting arcane energies that made him into what he is, he is less affected by magic, beneficial or harmful, his skin having a light purple tint to it as a result.
Age: 10,087
Sex: Male
Hair: N/A
Eyes: N/A
Scale/Height: (0.55) Naz’Atez stands around 10´8 ft. tall when ‘walking’ or ‘standing’
Weight: 1085 lbs.
Usual Garments/Armor: A simple sash and a golden waistband to keep the sash in place.
Other: N/A
Alignment: N/A
Personality:
Naz’Atez is a devious, old Naga with a bad temper to boot. Having spent a great deal of his life asleep, until awoken some years ago. His anger and short temper comes from the fact that he barely remembers anything beyond the sinking chaos of the glorious city he was in before it sunk. He’s short-sentenced and direct in his conversations.
Just as he’s not trusted by others, he doesn’t trust them in return, and will always doubt people at first before he will consider someone a friend. He is more open towards his own species (Naga) and what he once was (Night Elf) than the other races of Azeroth.
History:
Naz’Atez no longer remembers his old name. What he does remember, is the years he spent serving the Queen in her glorious and shining city at the heart of the elven empire. He remembers the status of High Guard, protecting other Highborne from the other, lower elves living in their society. He fully supported queen Azshara’s decisions made to preserve and empower their already glorious nation.
He remembers fighting against his own kin as they revolted against the forces of Highborne and unnatural creatures brought forth from Azshara’s deal with the one she called “Lord” and “Master”. They were demons, he knew that now, but they fought on his side back then, and all he cared for was to protect the life of the Highborne and his queen.
His loyalty would ultimately cost him his identity and life. Or so he thought, as he awoke miles beneath the surface of the ocean, somehow unaffected by the crushing weight of the depths. He breached the surface of the ocean a few hundred feet from the beaches of Darkshore, slithering into the sand with numerous others, all sharing his visage, more or less. The women, multiple arms spawned from their ribcages, the men, monstrous snakes, and some, like him, further mutated with conches and crab like shells.
His reflection showed no eyes, yet he could see this. Some, who took these changes lighter than most, went inland, vanishing into unfamiliar lands, others, like Naz’Atez, stayed behind, taking years to stray from their own home, freshly made upon this secluded shore of Darkshore.
It took Naz’Atez two years to come to terms with his new change, no longer a creature of perfection. He’d met others like him, Naga. Telling him that their queen shared their new appearance, this reassured him that he was still as he was meant to be, in the image that his queen would want of her people. With this knowledge, Naz’Atez decided to break his own self-imposed solitude to discover the world anew.
Slithering through ruins and old, abandoned settlements told him their once glorious empire had crumbled, their once magnificent race reduced to living in a hollow tree, hiding in the shade of the trees. Advice from his kinsmen helped him avoid contact with the more radical and angry Night Elves, instead seeking out ones that would not kill him on sight. He kept his own allegiance secret, nobody needed to know he still considered himself loyal to his queen. After all, she was barely a presence on the surface world.
He now wanders the world, gathering information as much for himself as for when the time comes and he may share it with others of his kind, perhaps even his queen. Or perhaps.. Not. His resolve has been wavering as he ventures further and further in, learning about his own people, or rather, his old kinsmen; the elves.
