Credit goes to Enkas for the picture. He's awesome like that.
*Player Name:Deaysat.
Character Name:Kal'Dun the Everlasting
*Race:Nathrezim
*Class:Warlock-Necromancer hybrid
*Age:Ancient, probably older than Azeroth itself, no number can be given.
*Occupation:Legion Overseer, infiltrator.
*Alignment:Chaotic Neutral
*Character's Appearance:Everyone knows bedtime stories, which fortell mosters from afar. Or Demons from the darkness. Or Evil creatures from under your bed. Yes, we all heard them as children. But as we grew older, we forgot about them. They were only fairy tales, anyways.
Or were they?
Kal'Dun is exactly everything one should fear, if they value life. This towering construct of red, orange and purple stands on two coal-like hooves, at around nine feet, not counting in the gnome-sized horns on each side of his temples, which are made from his black bones. His from Fel tanned skintone, together with a shade of purple adorning his body, makes up for a pretty disturbing image of Fear itself. The quite muscular build of his chest, together with the viciously long razor claws on his hands give up the intimidation and respect this demon should deserve.
However, he is not completely nude, as he wears a set chainmail to mail armor on his chest, hands, and legs, covering his most vital parts from arrows and backstabbing daggers, which he suffered enough already. Around his body, a pair of magestic wings sproud from his back, covering his whole body in battle, and carrying the heavy demon across the soon-to-be conqured world of Azeroth.
His eyes appear to have nothing in it but white, with a single cat-like pupil, black as his heart, in his right eye. His left eye, is simply completely white, with a red wave of thin blood twirling in it. Under his upper lip, two longer fangs could be seen, everytime he forms his malicious smirk. Yet, what makes the overseer known, is his always thinking expression, from the betrayal and his assault, to his victories over mortals.
*Character's History:"It's weird how a great part of my life was just...Floating in nothingness. Waiting for someone to come and release me and my brethren. It was quite the acomplishment that we managed to turn our to-be saviour on the right track. Our now great lord, the dark Titan Sargeras released us just in time. And he even offered us a spot in the newly formed faction, which we proudly call out even to this day. The Burning legion. Our armies are endless. merciless. And cunning. We have conquered planets. Destroyed civilizations...Yes, that was the peak of my fun. Sadly, as I know too good, nothing goes according to plan every time.
The released demons, commanders and leaders as they were, we quickly got briefed by our great Lord, now what our plans were.
The first big mistake we did, was to underastimate those barbarians, who managed to lure out great Lord to their planet. This cursed planed named Azeroth. It was supposed to be an easy victory, but didn't. Why? Because my generals became too blinded by their own egocentrical might, and underastimated the enemy. They used that in their advantage. They have denied access to Sargeras with the destruction of the portal. Soon enough, we were ordered to retreat back to the nether.
Yes, those times were frustrating. Anger was all around. Our Lord wasn't happy at all. And we, the unseen ones were tasked to gather intel on the race called Kaldorei. Which soon enough grew tails, and gills. Funny how those barbarians work.
Our next invasion was soon after we have discovered Draenor. Yes, the Eredar Kil'Jaden and Nerhul led it. We stormed the planet. And we did something which I really enjoyed. We made the little muscle bags go corrupt, and sent them marching down to Azeroth. Barbarians killing barbarians...Thrilling. However, someone thought that a war could be won with muscles only. idiots. The Orcs were defeated.
Yet, the invasion wasn't a failure after all. Nerzhul proclaimed himself the Lich King, and gave birth to the scourge. Ah, my little sons...Undeath is so beautiful. In the time of the Lich King testing his new strenghts and rising an army for himself, I started to dwell deeper into the necromancer path myself. The Scourge necro-lords have proven at least decent at explaining. However, the tomes I found, long lost and recovered by the Scourge, did indeed help. Soon enough, learing faster than the dumb mortals in ranks, I, in return for aditional training, have taken up the teachings to the newer ranks. Well, let's just say that just a few passed. You don't talk back to a -teaching- Dreadlord. But, at least the Scourge proved himself a better listener than the rest of
Azeroth.
Yes, the undead finished what the orcs started. Archimond vouleteered to bring the new armies of death and Fel tot he so called elvish World Tree. But, as sad as it is. Someone, -again-, thought that the pesky barbarians wouldn't put up a fight. They blew up the tree together with half our forces deployed on the planet at that moment. Uhh...Not a sight to see. And the next events in the Nether with Sargeras...I rather not name it.
Times passed, and I was ordered to gather more intel on the mortal barbarians on Azeroth, so we could strike again. Only this time, with a proper plan. I have managed to establish several cults of demons and Warlocks alike. But as much as I tried, I got betrayed. my lieutenants, my servants...Everything. That Grand betrayal left me with nothing but hate. I should of seen it coming.
Yet, my temporary disablement didn't take too long. Only this time, I have decided to leave the cult making to other, more stupid beings, may it be demon, or barbarian. myself...Ah...I enjoy learing everything I need to through espionage. One would be surprise how quickly you can learn everything, when you simply look as they want you to. Those barbarians wont live for long. the Dark lord will have his vengance on this cursed planet, and the Overseer will be there to witness it.
I personally, was sent to report directly from Azeroth, as much as I disliked that idea. Well, I really only started when I found a wandering patrol of what appeared to be soliders. It wasn't hard making a distraction, and luring a lone patrol towards me. He didn't really knew what hit him, until he was already dead, and me in my new...a bit pink, suit of a male human, named Christopher Sagitto, a footman for the Kul'Tiras faction. Let's just say, that with a bit of persuasion and blackmailing, I managed to rise to an enough high rank, to be in charge of a small vessel, the Burning Desire, as they called it.
At that point, it was dificult to keep learning my new trait, then people were all around me. I had to be discrete, and, at some point, even tossing one or two marines, that got to close, overboard. I wasn't planning on getting found out that soon. Soon enough, though. I started perfecting the trait, rising stronger minions from the dead. All they needed, was a weapon and orders. All that would be given in due time. Soon.
As me and my crew sailed one day, we were ambushed by pirates. My men, useless as they were, really couldn't stop the assault. However, the pirates really did drop their weapons when they saw what powers the Legion trully holds. I summoned a pair of Dreadsteeds, and let them charge trough the closed door, at the pirates. Before they'd know what hit them, though. My 'crew' came back to life. This time, more than capable of fending back the bunch of pirates. Some were killed, and some jumped overboard. There were a couple, though, who swore their allegance to me in exchange for life. That day, was from then known as the creation of the Fel Flame Cult.
Word quickly spread about this little cult of mine. And soon enough, I had warlocks, and legion supporters looking around for me. However, that made things a little bit difficult to maintain. The number of spies in my rank was rapidly increasing. Not only the mortals. The lesser demons also. They decided to assassinate me on the day of a ritual. My own apprentice tried to strike me down, damaging my left eye in the process. Luckily, I still had enough true supporters, like my butler, to keep the little rebelion from puting a stop in my plans. Many capable little puppets were slain that day, and I disbanded the cult all-together.
With almost no manpower now, I had to think of a new way of gathering useful information. That is when I met a little warlock by the name of Kalados. A noble of a quel'dorei family, turned Sin'dorei by our power. He openly seaked me out, and offered his life, services, soul, if he could be given one thing. Revenge. Seeing the potential in a noble host, I accepted, and once we got rid of a few rivals, Kalados openly accepted his end of the bargain, and given me his body as a tool.
With this Sin'Dorei apperiance, I began to visit the lands of the blood elves, and Outlands. From there, all of the Horde aligned cities as well, slowly learning more of our foes. Little did I expect such resistance, building. From personal armies, to brotherhoods of slavers. However, as expected, most of them were corrupt. Accepting payment in gold, and mortal desires. Every little man calling himself a god. It's sad, really.
The intel was there, at least. Everything that I learned, and every name that could be troublesome, it went down on a list. It still does. Not like before. I'll not allow any mistakes in our next plan.
Glory to the Legion!"
*Character's Personality:He is never pleased, and never has enough. His apetite for pain and misery is far larger than the need of a mortal to breath air. Every victory only postpons his thirst for complete and utter domination, and every defeat only lights up his hate more. And where his brethren look forward to build up an massive army, and display their powers openly, he has a large distrust on practically everyone, due to his grim history. He always only a handfull of followers, and even then he has a hard way of trusting. Paranoid is the word one could describe his as, and is therefore openly avoiding any "demonical meetings", unless his presence is requested personally.
He, by heart, is an infitrator, is will rarely show his true form, if he is following a plan. Mortals are his lesser skin, as he calls it. And they aren't usable for much more than inflicting pain to their own kin for the greater demon masters.
What is a notable trait of Kal'Dun, is also his hate for arrogance, bragging, open display of power. if there is one thing he hates with a passion, is where somebody says, or act just remotely like that. As a Nathrezim, he is silent, cunning, and thoughtful. he stays silent, says almost nothing, and then proves his point in actions. Words are meaningless. Words and pointless ego measures are for lowlife humans and pest. If he sees anyone doing that, you can easily get on Kal's bad side. And that is something you generally try and avoid. The Overseer oversees all.
Even though Kal'Dun is some sort of an remarkable oponent in both casting and close-combat, he enjoys forcing people to fight for him even much. There's nothing sweeter than a paladin striking his supposed 'harlot' wife down, because a 'wise old man' told him.
What is your knowledge on the race or class you are applying for?:What I know about Nathrezims? uh...They are pretty faced sparkly sugarplumkins, drink a lot tea in Stormwind, and marry women because they left the Legion.
...Oh wait. Something is wrong.
Yeah. Anyways, now that that is out of the way.
Nathrezim, or Dreadlords, are high ranked winged demons, mainly ranking around Commander of the Legion. They are a vampiristic alike race, who focus on tactics, planning, and wargames. They are a fright to see. Formidable casters of corrupted Arcane, demonical magic, and unholy magic, and the so called fathers of necromancy. For whoknowshowlong, they were imprissioned, and only after corrupting the Dark Titan Sargeras, they were released by said demon, and recruited into the Legion. Both because of their descrutive nature, and manipulative skills. They can easily force even a strong willed mortal to bow down and clean their shoes, if done correctly.
They are also capable of taking complete control of a mortal's body, acting, and knowing what they did. That by itself makes them a threat to every living thing in existance, because they are untrackable. They are thal'kituun, the unseen ones. A thing one must remember, is that the one rule every Nathrezim follows, is the so called "Bro-code". (Yes, that is a techical term). Which forbids them to kill a brother, no matter what the excuse might be. Adding to that, they appear to be undying. Killing them would in most cases result in them reforming in the twisting nether.
Now, I could go on about their traits, powers and such, but I think even thought it is short, I got everything covered. No need for a whole essay.
*Weaknesses:-[Insert witty, or forced joke here] His personality, that of a hateful demon dowards ego-clashing, can and did make him a disliked inviduidual, and maybe even a target for revenge.
-[Insert witty, or forced joke here] Distrusting as he is, he does not have a giant army backing up his every step, and gaining allies is quite difficult.
-[Insert witty, or forced joke here] He is blind on his left eye, due to a curse from his former apprentice, which makes him less effective, if you are coming from the left side.
-[Insert witty, or forced joke here] Just as his eye, his left leg is cursed as well, by a different servant in the betrayal. He is unable to run at all.
-[Insert witty, or forced joke here] As a demon with almost helfire floating through his weins, cold is a formidable enemy to this Demon.
-[Insert witty, or forced joke here] Due to a really close and unpleasant first date with a very specific goblin sapper, which ended with him being blown apart by a barrel ful of explosions, he has a phobia of goblins.
*Strengths:-[Insert witty, or forced joke here] it is to note, that Kal'Dun could be considered a warmage, due to him not only csting, but sometimes also picking up a weapon. That makes an easier target, but also a surprise for his enemies.
-[Insert witty, or forced joke here] His knowledge and spellpower, as with most Nathrezim, could par up easily with an Archmage.
-[Insert witty, or forced joke here] Thanks to a ritual, his wings aren't a weak spot, and can easily use them as a shield to cover his whole body against spells.
-[Insert witty, or forced joke here] He is a master of tricks, deception and lies, and will use that to his advantage.
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Do you agree to follow the rules of the server, and agree to not God-Mode, Meta-Game, etc:Yes, I agree to follow the rules of the server, and agree to not God-Mod, Meta-game, etc.