[M] Escape from Stranglethorn {OOC}

[Splat]

Finished my CS, aside from the picture that I still need to draw. I might make my other WoW character as well because I love both of them xD

[Atethecat]

Ah, if you can handle it, I say go for it.

By the way, do you roleplay in WoW?

[Splat]

Sometimes. I don't play that often cause I can't pay for the subscription, but I when I do play I play on an RP server (Moonguard ftw). Most people don't actually RP, but occasionally I'll find someone to play along with lol. Most of the time I kinda keep to myself though, cause I'm a noob and I cannot burden raidgods with my presence xD

[Atethecat]

Yeah, generally speaking the top roleplay spots in WoW are in Stormwind (the Cathedral Square, Mage Quarter), Goldshire (lol) and Silvermoon.

From what I've heard though, Silvermoon is essentially the Horde-equivalent of Goldshire (at least on MG).

[Splat]

Got bored so I made my other character xD

Spoiler: Brehkan Wintermane 

Name: Brehkan Wintermane

Gender: Male

Race: Tauren

Age: 38

Class: Paladin (or Sunwalker, if you prefer)

Languages: Taurahe, Orcish, (a few words of)Zandali

Personality: Brehkan is a jovial spirit, almost never seen without some kind of grin on his face. He always finds a way to lift his allies' spirits, and is an excellent motivator. Even when he is serious, he can usually find a way to crack a joke or lighten the atmosphere. He is very caring and loyal towards his friends and companions, almost taking a sort of fatherly attitude towards their well-being.

Faction: Horde

Likes: Mulgore, his wife Kiona, Brewfest, good ale

Dislikes: Demons, disrespect towards one's ancestors, unhappy friends, quillboars

Appearance: (can see drawing here: https://splatdoesart.deviantart.com/a...Week-679053756) Brehkan is a typical Tauren, looming at over ten feet in height. His body is covered head to toe in white fur, hence his name, while his mane and braided beard are dark brown. His horns curve out and upwards, though his left horn is broken at the base. His right eye, as well, is blinded, a long scar trailing up the side of his face from a long-ago battle. As a paladin, he prefers heavy, protective armor.

Strengths: Brehkan has a surprising amount of patience, and is willing to go great lengths for those he loves. He is inherently optimistic, making him a pleasure to be around, and is great at motivating people, whether it be friends or troops.

Weaknesses: At times, Brehkan can be too caring, and his efforts to help with other people's problems is sometimes met with a cold shoulder. His good humor can be to a fault, occasionally, when total seriousness is required.

Backstory: Brehkan spent his childhood roaming the vast plains of Mulgore, his people's ancestral homeland. As a child he would explore the beautiful nature around his small village, climbing the cliffs of Red Cloud Mesa and fishing in Stonebull Lake. Like many young tauren, as Brehkan matured he traveled to Camp Narache, the training ground for would-be warriors. He helped his people fight off the quillboars and the centaur, and he was noted throughout his village for his infectious optimism and strong spirits. At first, Brehkan was training to be a simple guard, a warrior in defense of his region. But one day, as he fought the quillboar that had overrun the sacred ground of Red Rocks, he felt his ancestors calling to him. He knew from then that he was called to serve a greater purpose, not just in service to his village but to all of his ancestors. A Sunwalker known as Brighthoof offered to mentor him, and brehkan was taken under the trainer's wing. He learned all there was to know about the sun's magic, how it could heal and protect, but also deliver great fury upon evildoers. The young tauren absorbed all of this information with enthusiasm, ecstatic to begin his real quest to rid his land of foul creatures.

Once his training was complete, Brehkan journeyed north to the capital city of Orgrimmar. He thought that, if there was anywhere he could go to find something that needed his skills, it was there. To his excitement, the Warchief's bulletin was filled to the edges with quests and expeditions to help with. Brehkan performed many tasks, both mundane and heroic, building a solid reputation among the warriors of Orgrimmar to be a valuable ally. Then, one normal day, he decided to accompany a band of warriors and soldiers traveling to the outskirts of Kalimdor to fight off Alliance raids. Though Brehkan was nervous about his first time fighting humans, he remained steadfast in combat. But steadfast was not enough, as while he fought to defend his allies on the front line from the encroaching human force, he himself was left unprotected. His armor was not enough to stop the human soldier's pike from raking up his cheek and through his eye, rendering it useless. Though the Horde won that skirmish, all the healing magic in the world could not give the young Tauren back his eye. It took him a year to heal and get used to his half-blindness, and longer still to forgive the deep grudge he held against the humans for that day.

After his injury, Brehkan returned to the village of his youth, which he had not seen for many years. He wanted to purify himself, to get used to his half-sight and return to a simpler life. It was in his old village that he encountered Kiona, a childhood friend. They reconnected during Brehkan's time in recovery, and were married two summers afterwards. Though Brehkan spent most of his time in Mulgore with his wife, enjoying the simpler life, he found himself soon itching for action. So, saying a promised farewell to his beloved, he left for Orgrimmar once more, where he met a certain troll with whom he shared a common love of good drink and dead demons. Brehkan soon returned to his home, introducing Tekazra to his friends and family before she departed on her own, and he has remained mostly in Mulgore since.

Additional Information: N/A

[Atethecat]

Yay, I love tauren!

Accepted!

[Minkasha]

Name: Archpriestess X’aaltha, The Shadow of Sha’tar
Other Titles: Dark Healer, Shadow Delver, Leader of the O’kul Practice, Sister of The Scryers, Race Traitor, The Mind Doctor, A’dal’s trickster
Gender: Female
Race: Draenei
Age: 205
Class: Shadow Priest
Languages: Draenei, Common, Zandali (semi fluent)

Personality: X’aaltha has spent a lifetime studying the deep recesses of spiritual, and emotional pain; taking her down a road that has made her a complex thinker. The Light spurs her to look further into the contrast, the shadow of Naaru’s radiance. Following a sense of consciousness higher than the immediate conflict of good and evil, X’aaltha’s long term goals carry in the ethical nebulousness the pure desire to do good.

X’aaltha sees first the pains and shames others wear, to find the innocence and lighter the longer she studies her company. Insightful in matters of heart and mind, Xaaltha has conventionally strange methods to play councilor and guide. It is odd for her to be straightforward with her insights and finds those who speak so swiftly on what they see to be foolish.

The Archpriestess is a quiet observer first and foremost for it is her greatest discipline she has learned under A’dal. She has come to a point in her life where her insights regarding others are very accurate, no longer reviewing her thoughts with doubt or steadfastness for clarity. She is confident in what she can see of this world.

X’aaltha sees the eternal conflict between Order and Disorder and instead chooses to navigate through Chaos to create her agency.

Faction: Alliance, The Scryers, Sha’tar, and A’dal and her people above all else

Likes/Dislikes: X’aaltha enjoys those who can navigate both Order and Disorder – the rarer souls who bring both virtues to life. She has a deep passion for furthering her multi-nuanced studies of magical arts, and enjoys the feeling of those being taught by her actions. She will always hold a tender love for A’dal.

She dislikes feeling spiritually or physically dirty, tired and irritated of judgment from her own people who misunderstand her, she hates when Apprentice Nurlae fails to do as instructed.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Image 

X’aaltha, despite being of the Naaru blessed people – has a dark and enigmatic appearance that is misunderstood as cryptic or sensuous. The cast of her eye leads Draenei to distrust her, wondering what plots she has behind her gaze. Skin blue as the sweetest berries on Azeroth, horns and hooves of elongated elegance, and holy garb befitting the beautiful priestess X’aaltha brings charisma and power wherever she saunters.

Something about her looks wild – the ample amounts of brown hair that rest between her horns somehow manage to keep in control – not tangling and falling freely. She herself masters this same confusion for she is easy to peer up and down her displayed body but mystery and promise hide in plain sight.

X’aaltha’s holy station and elevation in the eyes of A’dal comes in the sigil which holds true in front of her forehead. A holy woman, a dark matriarch, a devout being to the Light, The Dark Healer is almost impossible to grasp upon first impression.

(7' tall)

Strengths/Weaknesses:

The Archpriestess is a convoluted thinker when navigating the hearts and minds of mortals. It is her niche study, and her unorthodoxy makes her supremely insightful. However she lacks many practical aspects of life, making her woefully ‘book smart’. The power of her social presence is overwhelming and leadership can easily fall on her – a position she may easily shrug off if her methods call for it. She will only do what she wants, for the goals she has in mind, making her a poor leader despite seemingly knowing so much about everyone around her.

Because her depth of emotional turmoil is so deeply rooted, she is very difficult to shock or break with pain. Her will is unshakable. She stares at the dark abyss of her own choosing.

Backstory:

For 25,000 years the Exiled Ones, the Draenei, lived in their monument to their former glory of Argus, Shattrath City. Enlivened through the ata’mal cystals gifted by the Naaru thousands of years ago, X’aaltha was born in this lit city and draped in promise of Light and the pursuit of it. Her studies through magic and religion navigated her conditioning to worship the Naaru, especially the beauty A’dal who hovered calmly in the center of this city. A living beacon of illuminating hope, A’dal’s influence over the young Draenei and her racial kin was so bright if not blinding.

For a race so long lived, near eternal, other children were few in number and scattered across Shattrath City. Her upbringing didn’t have her equally develop with her peers, instead being handled from priest to priest – the spiritual guides of her people – to gain perspective for adulthood. Already her perceptions led her to feel resistance and confusion to what every living being around her said so truthfully.

On this alien world the Draenei were bathed in The Light and the pursuit of it. But one could not be true and the other stand, so X’aaltha believed. The priests, the devout ata’mal jewelers, the initiates of Prophet Velen, the paladins, anyone and everyone who perused The Light carried with them pain and loss: none of them were so intertwined with the primal good as spoken. She was only a preteen but already she could see the empty vessels that were her traumatized people, chasing a dream and failing each step they took.

Their belief that if they chased this perfect state reflected in A’dal’s light their pain would vanish and eternal generosity would grip the consciousness of their race crushed X’aaltha’s heart. A’dal, the sentient body of light, was an aspiration, a dream that believed itself possible for the mortal Draenei who continued with the heavy burdens existentially on their backs. A’dal believed this for A’dal’s very nature was to encourage and lead always to goodness, The Light. X’aaltha saw within the lines of her society that her war-torn people were built on the ideology of something so sweet, so innocent, so perfect that it itself could not understand imperfection.

By twenty years old she rejected her priests, entering a year of deep loving weeping for the state of what she saw. A singular ideological renegade who adored and treasured A’dal with passion equal her teachers, knew that her people’s imperfection was permeant but their misery was needlessly, misguidedly, provoked to continues for thousands of years.

To forgo the sunken pain of genocide, defeat and exile wasn’t buried only in pursuit of The Light, it had to come from the ugliest depths inside each and every Draenei. X’aaltha wanted to see their rage, racism, yearning for vengeance and bloodlust. X’aaltha wanted madness to erupt from her loved ones because she knew it rest inside each of the exiled survivors. The Draenei had managed to carry their trauma from the living elders onto each generation born and raised on Shattrath City, but she rejected it. This pain did not have to be hers, but sworn to A’dal as all her kin it was her duty to heal this pain.

Prophet Velen foresaw X’aaltha’s controversy, but not the depth or direction to which it would change society. The Prophet reached out from her year of heartache and spoke to her sweetly. The young woman was marveled and touched by Velen’s compassion and wisdom. He felt good, wholesome and a pinnacle of perfection A’dal would have wanted from the Draenei. Still, she looked upon The Prophet and knew he was wrong. He did not cure the pain of his people, he had buried it. Humble and open, yet disturbed by the young Draenei, Prophet Velen gave her opportunity to prove her beliefs. In one question X’aaltha cut through the wizened man.

“If we were to find forgiveness as Draenei why do we continue to teach our young what it is they must grudge?”

The Prophet was stunned silent, perhaps catching a glimpse of the perpetual cycle she saw repeated by their own choices. His exact revelation or answer to her question was never known. The Prophet in his wisdom instead looked at her and relinquished her of the path she had been forced to take: her education and her way through Shattrath wasn’t going to be through the priests but the wisdom she already carried at such a young age.

The priests of the Draenei carried texts and crystals aimed for the practices of healing and shielding, leaving her with no formal direction in all the ancient texts and tools. X’aaltha started her spiritual question with exploring her own rage for the Burning Legion. It was an anger that made her sickly and it was not even her own. Through the culture it became a part of her body and she now purged through violently scribbled word. This word became her mantras she poured into ata’mal crystals – tainting them. Her sorrows and fears of this alternate world brought her to divinity and peace.

X’aaltha did not achieve her status of Archpriestess until her book was filled with the accounts of agony from Draenei to Draenei. Her autonomy left her to scour the souls around her, and ask questions priests dare not say. But there, behind the taboo were the tears and broken hearts she believed were there since a girl.

Their tears stained her memory, left her speechless, and tested her love for the Naaru time eternal until A’dal summoned her over one hundred years later since her spiritual quest began. A’dal asked for her to bring this book and sit quietly. The sentient light read her mind and heart, peered through her to the book she held and implanted in her a sense of confusion. A’dal did not understand her dark craft, but felt and saw the smiles of those she had managed to recover through her excavations. A’dal knew it was the pursuit of Light which was the catalyst for healing and change. It knew that without its guidance X’aaltha would not have shaped herself as she had.

In this way it felt responsible, and guilt for indirectly pushing a girl through spiritual discourse. Yet it was proud in how she became and what she turned her darkness into. While ideologically they parted, A’dal blessed this very young Draenei the title of Archpriestess. Only one hundred and twenty, among a race averaging thousands of years – this feat was profound. Priests who spent centuries in A’dal’s journey could not comprehend the decision.

X’aaltha fell into shadow, embracing the darkness of her people and brought them contrast to A’dal’s peaceful serenity. Humbled by her task, it was challenging to meet the glow of a none mortal being. How could she be the chalice for all the misery locked in a race of people?

Here she recruited her apprentice Nurlae who was only a child when she brought her in to her ways. Nurlae was quiet but accepted what she was taught as obediently as the children who were being taught A’dal’s way – she lacked the spirit of taboo and free thought as X’aaltha had. But it wasn’t required, only her duty as Draenei to follow this road to healing was needed by the Archpriestess.

Together they studied the psyche and soul, coining the term ‘O’kul’ for this sacred union of conjunct parts of consciousness. The O’kul Practice was founded by X’aaltha and socially rejected, embraced in therapeutic sessions behind closed doors of her personal temple. O’kul ate at patience and disciplined walls, it brought Draenei to be raw and disgusting with their thoughts and feelings where other parts of their life wouldn’t allow or even acknowledge.

The Draenei were not perfect, X’aaltha saw it every day.

Her work through Shattrath City was crushed by the corrupted orcs. Eight years of war brought back all the fear and loss the Draenei had tried so hard to let go. Now she too was stained and witnessed the men and women she knew so intimately be killed by Orc kind. X’aaltha followed through to the most twisted parts of her o’kul and brought this magic on the Orcs, killing many with what the Draenei saw as black magic – loss was still inevitable and Prophet Velen shepherded her, her apprentice and the small pool of survivors away from the city through other parts of the Outlands.

Misfortune wouldn’t stop, the Blood Elves led them astray from their hiding place and the only retreat was off world. Aboard The Exodus X’aaltha was left in ragefully tears to contemplate what The Prophet must have felt each day since the first genocide.

The Exodus was tarnished by the Blood Elves unknowingly and The Archpreiestess and her people crashed on Azeroth. The Draenei had to meet many strange new races on this world, joining the Alliance in hopes to avoid extinction. The O’kul Practice was almost too much for her, withstanding the reopened scars. The blood and torment locked in this place changed X’aaltha. She gained the enveloping shadows of magic. Shadow form, the ill veil of her people’s near irreparable o’kul touched her skin and became one with her. On this day she sacrificed parts of herself to further her practice.

Healing was no longer about unearthing the hideous avenues of Draenei o’kul and releasing it, now it was breaking the old ways of thought and reshaping the o’kul altogether. Prophet Velen from the depths of the settlement-wreckage of Exodus watched her gnaw at the thin sanity of their people. He objected, too swayed by his own loss and hurt to have further patience for her work.

He sent her off not back to the Outlands to help reform Shattarth City with A’dal instead to Stormwind among the Humans. Apprentice Nurlae followed loyally with her teacher and together they were regarded with curiosity and fear.

The exotic appearances of the Draenei women helped the Archpriestess find the warlocks, demon practitioners whose magic reminded her of what had corrupted the Orc in The Outlands. A young and powerful student, Morgan Cloyce (younger brother of Demisette Cloyce) was lured in by their arousing oddities. Through him X’aaltha continued to discover the depths of her darkness, and how far her soul strayed from A’dal’s ways in loving juxtaposition to its light. His connection was useful in getting to the heart of warlock society in Stormwind, her eyes watching many demented things take place in dim lit basements of the justice-rife city. Their sins stained her vision and she did not flinch. Her quiet apprentice shied but was never allowed to look away. Nurlae was starting to become resistant as she face an end to her sanity she feared she couldn’t recover from. She turned to find ways to escape while her teacher wasn’t looking.

An affair between Nurlae and Morgan blossomed, they enjoyed the spring of the Draenei’s first year in Stormwind until X’aaltha found them in lover’s bed. What exact magic she cast was a mystery to her apprentice but X’aaltha dove deep into Morgan’s mind and drove him mad. He attempted to murder his own sister who was able to subdue him. X’aaltha framed Nurlae for the crime, leaving her victim to Demisette’s judgment and the law of the city. That was until X’aaltha navigated politics of the city to sentence her apprentice to exile instead, taking the chance to escape The Prophet’s judgment, she volunteered themselves to service in The Outlands. She helped the Alliance cull their way back to Terokkar Forest and entered the destroyed Shattarath City after two years of being away.

A’dal had returned to these ruins ever faithful for the future. It touched the Archpriestess yet saddened all the same. The brighter A’dal’s light was, the darker she had to become so both forms of healing would be available to the Draenei. A’dal’s forces had severed into two factions under the banner of Sha’tar. She sided with The Scryers to access their expansive libraries, and further master the layers of her pain she felt from the symmetrical faces of the Blood Elves.

The Draenei despised her, alienated by her choices and her strange way of being which had only become further warped. It did not shake her, learning from her books of the Emerald Dream. It was a realm of such potent natural magic and power X’aaltha dabbled in theoretical thought. If she could tap into this realm, could she find primal magic to further her degeneration into the suffering of life? If she could withstand such an insurmountable force to o’kul and survive, the teachings could be returned to the Draenei and their collective soul bathed anew in neither Light or Dark – free to restart as a species.

Her O’kul Practice bonded her with powerful men and women in Sha’tar who sought her ways to find peace in their constant conflicts. One of her tended patients was the discerning Arcanist Xorith who guided her to more books regarding the Emerald Dream. The Druids kept their secrets tight, but little she could gain from centuries of mistakes or whispers were written down in his more hidden books. She was certain she wanted access to this realm and to discover for herself what may be inside. The Alliance and Horded killed Illidan, allowing her to focus on helping Shattarath City and her studies.

Peace was never long lasting, the omnipotent dragon Deathwing erupted from the core of Azroth and tarnished Stormwind along with much of the world. Finding the threat dangerous enough, she left her home and returned to Stormwind. The panic and destruction reminded her coldly of what Shattarath City looked like. In the disorder she reconnected with Demisette Cloyce who was running after her brother. Morgan’s mind had been damaged by X’aaltha’s magic, tunnel visioning him to conquest and power. He had fled to Gilneas to infect himself with the Worgen curse.

Joining her, the high rank Warlock, powerful priestess and her apprentice slaughtered undead till they could find Morgan who was already trading magical warlock soulcrafts for the bite. He was successful, ranting of the Emerald Dream. The madness of this young man caught her attention and while Morgan’s older sister was trying to calm him from his frothing dreams of power, the Archpriestess could tell Demisette was destined to lose.

Instead X’aaltha suggested for the Human-turned-Worgen to fall under her care. Knowing the reputation of the Draenei’s mystical therapies, she felt she had no other choice and handed him over. The high rank warlock returned to Stormwind with an ignorant trust of X’aaltha who was alredy whispering words of promise into Morgan’s ear the moment his sister’s back was turned. Apprentice Nurlae had to watch in silent suffering her teacher twist her barred lover deeper into his power fantasies.

Morgan was insightful, his own forbidden studies revealing him of a cult in Stranglethorn Vale that was trying to elicit the power of The Emerald Dream through the corpse of Hakkar’s first incarnation. The lead Druid was to be the master of this power, a Troll named Kahkar. The Root Drinkers of Kahkar were going to be the closest living beings outside of the tight lip Druids to hold power from the mysterious realm and X’aaltha wanted to taste it. Morgan wanted it for himself, but she was stringing him along for fare and travel to Strangelthorn Vale. During the airship ride she watched with content eye her apprentice never attempt to go to Morgan, not glance at him.

One of the Dwarves on the ship tripped and threw a wrench into an engine causing it to combust. On the spinning, falling mass of the airship Morgan was thrown off the airship first and the two Draenei women sought safety in one of the cabins while everything came tumbling down…


Additional Information:

She has strong connections with the Warlocks in Stormwind.

She has strong connections with some Aldor (privately) and the highest ranks of The Scryers.

She is nondescriptly exiled from Azurmyst Isle until Prophet Velen says otherwise.

Spoiler: Apprentice Nurlae 

Name: Apprentice Nurlae
Gender: Female
Race: Draenei
Age: 82
Class: Priest
Languages: Draenei, Common, Zandali (semi fluent)

Personality:

Nurlae has become meek and obedient to whatever Archpriestess X’aaltha commands. Naturally more quiet and reserved, she tends to disappear when around the compelling Archpriestess. However when she is practicing O’kul she can maturely hold space and provoke the inner woes within her patients. This work feels good to her and makes sense. The controversy she had grown up with and thus is not shocked or disturbed anyone by social rejection – it doesn’t move her.

Nurlae deeply respects her teacher, wondering herself what X’aaltha thinks from time to time. But it is known she is also afraid of X’aaltha simultaneously. She waits paitently till one day she will become the first Priest of O’kul under X’alaltha’s teachings.

Nurlae has a sharp memory and is quite useful for factual recollection.

Faction: Exiled from the Alliance. Serves Archpriestess X’aaltha and aspires to serve the Draenei

Likes/Dislikes: Nurlae loves the success of her therapeutic work, elevation of the Draenei consciousness, A’dal, and the sense of freedom O’kul Practice has given her mind.

She dislikes the heartbreak she feels from being away from Morgan, the resentment that mixes with her respect for X’aaltha, and the times she’s completely baffled by X’aaltha’s choices.
Appearance: Nurlae is a darker skinned Draenei with petite horns sticking up past her beehive style of silky gray hair. There is a dark humility that surrounds this quite woman that can prove interesting for those to look at when not being swallowed by X’aaltha’s proximity. She is the common height of 7’ tall for the Draenei female and wears very appealing priestly robes that accentuate her exotic and alien ways.

Strengths/Weaknesses:

Nurlae is an obedient and loyal follower, her reliability for X’aaltha and to not stray from O’kul Practices and The Light is a powerful core of her personality. She can fight bouts of depression from this challenging spiritual work, but these simply passing moods that are often not notable to those not close to her as she’s already very quiet. However during these times she is less perceptive and not as effective in her priestly works.

Her acute memory is always of use and helps the Archpriestess keep track of many minor details.

Nurlae is still traning, not nearing X’aaltha’s power in the shadow whatsoever. She lacks shadow form but Nurlae has a natural talent in dispelling magic.

Backstory: (See X’aaltha’s)

Additional Information:

Morgan Cloyce’s former lover.

She is hated and exiled out of Stormwind. The Allience finds her mysterious and treacherous while in double think praising her teacher.

Spoiler: Morgan Cloyce (GM NPC) 

Name: Morgan Cloyce
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 29
Class: Warlock (Demonlogy/Destruction hybrid)
Languages: Common, Eredun (demonic), Dwarvish, Gnomish

Personality:

Before the affliction of his mind, Morgan was a spoiled young man who enjoyed the splendors of mystical high class society in Stormwind. The secrecy and the opulence appealed to him from youth and it fit his personality well. Being the youngest sibling he was also the less strict on tradition, also being attracted to this that contradict the society he loved so much (being outsiders of other magical schools). He was very friendly with the Dwarves and Gnomes in Stormwind regardless of his noble class keeping a lukewarm distance from these mundane.

He was seemingly going to pick up the torch after his sister passed or retired and simply continue the cycle of teacher and student of the warlock arts, another cog in the high echelon wheel.

However, the affliction has made him sick - crazed. He is extremely resistant to putting any sort of trust in anyone except his sister, Nurlae and X'aaltha. The mix with his old personality with the new one has him fascinated with the Draenei as beautiful and unique alien women - something he couldn't have comprehended. (Though he'd had never admitted it he would have enjoyed a triple bedroom experience with both women but shies from X'aaltha for she is intimidating). His mental sickness circles around fear, if he gives his trust away he will be abused. He flees from any position of vulnerability (but will do so for the three trusted women with difficulty) and continues to hunt for further power so he may never be weak.

Morgan has become a very anxious soul, a man who cries in his bed in the moonlight and burns his foe in the sunlight.

He will never release himself from his Worgen form unless in private company of his sister of Nurlae, who he still has fondness for (the rejection from the Archpriestss heightening his desire for Nurlae)

He always has a demon summoned and restrained under his control as a coping mechanism for his anxiety. Lording over an entity of power bolsters his personal sense of power and influence in what will happen to him.

Faction: Alliance

Likes/Dislikes: Morgan is interested in unusual magics for his power hungry agenda. He loves sating his addiction of power and safety. Despite his sickness he loves his sister and Stormwind.

While he hasn't experienced this yet, he would dislike the judgment or concern his sister would have for him as an addict or mentally sick. It burdens him with shame that spirals him into depression. Depression explodes into anger as Morgan resists the lethargic sensation depression makes him feel - it feels like weakness and lowering his guard.

He hates himself for attempting to hurt his sister and not know why he did so. He has no idea what happened when X'aaltha spotted him and Nurlae in bed. He also doesn't want to think about what he feels, the anxiety and tears are too much for his spoiled soul to interpersonal challenge and overcome - and so he will always chase after power and control instead.

His dream would be to kill Deathwing with his own magical prowess. Which drives him to the unthinkable because Deathwing is too superior a threat to Stormwind and the Alliance than he could even manage to comprehend - and he knows this and it terrifies him (which turns into absolute rage for the dragon).

Appearance:



In his human form Morgan is a good looking young man with black hair tapered on the sides, focused brown eyes, a sharp nose and square jawline. His lips were thin, but the upper lip is attractively shaped and his lips take a kind color of pin.

Since the mental affliction, he looks tired, eyes easily can move to the verge of tears if the wrong subjects are provoked and he has developed a twitch to clench his right fist. He stands at 5'10" while his Worgen form stands easily at 6'5".

Dressed in powerful robes of the warlock and with enchanted weaponry he has since gathered, Morgan keeps to his Worgen form to intimidate and weaken the wills of others around him as much as possible. He walks boldly with his shoulders raise and he snarls when angry.

Strengths/Weaknesses:

Morgan has varied knowledge of fel-magic. He studies some into the destruction and demonic crafts. He his a Hellfire Summoner. He is from a wealthy and respected family in Stormwind that keeps him social favor even in his state of unhealthiness (prompting other magic users and priests attempting or wanting to help fix his mind). He is intelligent and not afraid to use violence to get what he wants. He doesn't shy from aggression.

He is so mentally locked in his anxieties he is focused to a fault on gaining greater power. He has such an ignorance of himself he doesn't try to search deeper for the feelings he suffers from, making him unreliable for how unstable he is. All his power makes him dangerous to anyone around him (spare the three women he trusts). His sanity is beyond normal repair.

X'aaltha has stroke and manipulated his will and nervousness so much he has a strange relationship of attraction, and need of her approval while also hating her for breaking Nurlae from him.

Backstory:

Very mundane until the affliction. Since he had become sick he left Stormwind to take various quests and gain very powerful magical arficacts to surpass the power of most warlocks in his home city. He has pulled off a few brazen yet incredible feats to speed his journey to power as quick as possible.

Additional Information:

What he does not know is his mind wasn't 'broken' as much as X'aaltha shared telepathically the agony she quietly holds in her o'kul. Him even getting a glimpse of the Draenei's suffering shattered his sanity. His insanity isn't a mental illness it is actually an emotional wound so pervasive it has decimated his old self entirely.

Demisette Cloyce's younger brother

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Awwww shiet, Draenei shadow priest? Nice. That's like the most detailed backstory I've ever read and I love it xD I can already imagine the dirty glances she will get from Tekazra.

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Here's a quick doodle of Tekazra, if you want a photo reference. I might do an actually good, not-rushed version later if I don't get lazy lol.

Spoiler: dere she is 

[Atethecat]

Very entertaining read and an extremely interesting character!