User:Kaliekins/Arathalion Duskrun

Character biography of Ara'thalion Duskrun (Ärathalion - Wyrmrest Accord), the Sin'dorei Spellbreaker.

=History= Ara'thalion's story is not sugar coated. His life as a high elf, despite what people picture to be the almost epitome of perfection, was not very pleasant. His father was a ruthless being, corrupted by the happenings in the world and the events prior that created Azeroth's distress. During this time, Ara'thalion and his brother Salirien were at the point of adulthood and understood corruption, and their father had plans for the both of them. Ara'thalion was placed as a Gladiator for the family, and Salirien was the favored brother that was chosen to be his father's successor, as well as the person who gave Ara'thalion a basic knowledge and insight to arcane. This was around the time of the First War as their home on Quel'thalas was blissly not involved in the carnage.

Every book he would read turned into a fountain of knowledge. Salirien- before he became a corrupted warlock- taught him how the mechanics of spells worked. Ara'thalion would practice in his free time outside his muscle training and consoling Noralea. His schedule became excruciatingly full and what felt like months were actual years- a benefit of being an elf.

But here comes the interesting part: Ara's mother died before she ever had the chance to conceive a daughter. This came as a loss to the whole family, especially to the boys as their mother was a proverbial saint. This worsened the corruption in their father and became mad. He wanted a daughter. As it turned out, a sketchy family whose sire was in league with their father, gave birth to a set of twins. The superstitious man that fathered these two girls needed to be rid of one of the daughters as one would one day be the matriarch of that family. He heard tales of rivalries in siblings and how they would fight for power and decided it best to give one to a trusted friend that would take care of his baby girl. This girl's name was Noralea Lan'isera, the girl who Ara'thalion protected with his life as she would for him. His father would take his anger out on Noralea and this was a sort of maturity Ara developed in consoling her; it turned him into the respectful type of man that he is today.

It was bliss for a while, considering Ara'thalion had not fallen in battle as a Gladiator, but he also did not have many matches as he was a mere fledgling and started from the very bottom of those ranks. This being said, there was not much interaction between Ara'thalion and the Second War, let alone the Third War; however, only Ara'thalion's father had felt and seen the effects as the Alliance began to change as well as new opportunities opening. During this time, Noralea began to grow into a fine young woman that Ara'thalion grew very fond of. She taught him many key skills to be a decent person, despite the harsh conditions she was put through by their father. Ara wanted to marry her; he wanted to make all her troubles go away but he knew better. He knew not to ruin the sanctity of adoption and as well as to not anger his father. After all, Ara was a Gladiator at this time; it was not known if he would survive a battle from now, or ten battles from now. He would not dare make her a widow and would not dare put her through strife with the injuries that scarred his body. For now and forever, he would simply protect her and make what pleasant life he could for this woman.

As he grew on his family's manor and throughout the three wars, he wanted something more productive with his life than to master the art of battle where he risked his life day in and day out simply to make his father's riches. He wanted to be on the Royal Guard, to do what he does best: Protect. His kind and prince were the pride of his people and he if he wanted to do anything productive in his life, this was it. Ara will devote his life to this cause. But not long after (a mere few years) he joined the Royal Guard, Quel'thalas was plundered by the Prince Arthas Menethil, who would later become the second Lich King. Arthas marched on his homeland with the stench of death and several abominations of nature. He slew Ara's beloved King Anasterian before Ara could do his duty. Even though he failed his duty as a guard, he still had a duty to his people and fought with every fiber of his being. What seemed like forever, Ara was among the survivors and was relieved when Kael'thas came to give their people a new hope and purpose. Instead of visibly display his angst and want for revenge, Ara'thalion kept himself silent and was nicknamed the Silent Giant who showed no emotion, only dedication. A sign of true devastation. He had no lover and lost his brother, unknown of his whereabouts. Ara wanted the ability to destroy magic, to destroy the practices that made the Sunwell an object of value.

After some time, he heard of the new type of warrior that training was beginning for: the Spellbreakers. Having practiced arcane himself, he knew a significant amount of it, and he had no internal trouble as to signing himself up for this gruelling task; he did not practice using arcanical spells all that much, considering he was built for the battlefront. Gruelling because this meant he cannot practice or use arcane in any shape or form for himself. Yes, he was the fighting type and hadn't cast a real powerful spell in his life, but he was still a high elf before he adopted the Sin'dorei name and like most of his kin, there was that addiction. Being glad he never tapped into a heavy source of this, he excelled at being able to subdue this addiction. He made it his prime duty to excel at this fast-pace, prestigious career.

He had great knowledge at how spells worked, such as the difference between incantation and prayer, and the difference between conjuration and casting (examples). Combine this with his expert ability and veteran status as a Gladiator and you get a perfect candidate for this profession. This man became a juggernaut against spells and had the Iron Will needed to subdue his magic addiction. He put all his effort in being the best that he can be. It was only natural that he survived Kael'thas's betrayal and the genocide of his profession. He felt useless, afterall. Ara had to flee and hope his brethren would follow to keep their efforts in training fruitful. After all that training, it was embarrassing to Ara'thalion that they could not go up against such a sorceror- not like they wanted to; Kael'thas was their beloved prince and savior. Kael's betrayal seemed like a nightmare more than a shock.

The abilities he learned were as followed: he could dispel magic, produce a savage backlash called Feedback, an ability of resistance where he is able to gain a sense of immunity (tolerance) to most arcanical spells, he can control and contort spells, has passive ability that acts as a radar sense of an alarm to go off whenever something of magical value passes in his range (Magical Classification), and can have a saving throw to any harmful spell cast that would try and prevent him for any action. He trained day in and day out, read as many books as he could to be available at all costs. His Iron Will and venerable years as a fighter have prepared him for the treck ahead: Quel'Danas. He was a proud Sin'dorei, now appreciating the sacrifice his people- his Prince- made for their survival. Ara'thalion was the epitome of success with great loyalty. He was unsure what to do with the betrayal of his prince, but he had little time to react. Instead, he did what he did best: survive. He tried his best to save his brethren, but he saw a moment to flee unnoticed and took it. Ara'thalion felt like a coward, but it did not look good for his people and the damnation of their Prince. Completely ashamed, he fled to the abandoned manor where he grew up. What with the death of their father by the hands of none other than Noralea, and his brother still in the service of Kael'thas, he was truly alone and felt alone. Hanging up his shield and sword, he began the gruelling process of cleaning up the decent establishment and lived there, managing what he could of the finances and what seemed like mere months, was actually several years. He had no idea that he was alone for so long, considering his life was a rather long and fruitful one. He took care of the place like a lonely man, but he did not let himself go. Instead, he furthered his readings by traveling into Silvermoon and gathered what he could in order to perfect his profession. Every morning, he would convey his daily workout to keep his muscles trained and his combat sharp.

Wrath of the Lich King
Ara'thalion was mostly wandering the lands, trying his best to not draw attention to himself or the remnants of the manor his father left behind in his death. It wasn't until the Isle of Thunder did Ara'thalion make a comeback.

Cataclysm
When the Cataclysm hit and the earth of Quel'thalas shook with the rattle, Ara'thalion decided it best to stay in the happenings of Silvermoon, but stayed silent. Some may have called him a coward, others would have wished to be in Ara'thalion's silent position.

Isle of Thunder
The terrain of this area made Ara'thalion wary and instead of deploying himself into suicide, he joined the SWORD, 209th Legion that Lucius Bloodraven self-appointed himself as Praetor, albeit many followed under him. There Ara'thalion brushed up on his military training and found a whole new meaning to "pain."

Despite its retirement, Ara'thalion still respected the legion as a whole, even if his peers and the Sin'dorei society were not kind to the Praetor. =Description=

Physical
He is mostly covered head-to-toe in armor, if not clothing. If one does find him without such, they will find several scars that have hardened his muscled body and make his sinewy skin quite the map and book. There he also holds runes along his body.

His voice holds an elegant baritone as it's not too deep, but it accents his masculinity. Sometimes he holds a monotone, but oftentimes his tone is sincere and professional unless stated otherwise.

Ara'thalion's body.. well let's not be modest! He is buff, tone, maybe to the point it's not even attractive, but it isn't to the point where he's a monster.

Personality
Mysterious, quiet, brooding, but overall nice. He never speaks ill will against any and treats those he cares for with respect. Many of his kind find this odd as, for some reason, it is custom to make it known that their people survived and want to triumph. Despite this, he is ample patience but everyone has their limits. However, if you irritate him enough.. well, do not expect to be on his nice list. He has a vindictive side.. perhaps more vindictive than his brother.

When battling, he battles with honor. He does not believe in cheap tricks, but he may definitely be tempted.

Seeing his brethren fall in Quel'danas has made him this way, as well as his years as a Gladiator. He had to keep himself composed, relaxed, and to not let anything get the better of him. That being said, he can be often boring for conversation; a conversation tends to get real spicy if a bout of PTSD flares and his mood instantly changes.

With this in mind, he hosts a mild White Knight complex that is very uncommon, if not dead in his society. =In character= Short stories: =Creator= User:kaliekins/Lothäire Server:Wyrmrest Accord US/Ärathalion

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The creator of the character has crafted a tumblr blog with constant updates: arathalion.tumblr.com