Post by Narain Sunseer on Jan 28, 2009 12:42:45 GMT -5
Name: Narain Sunseer
Age: 189
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf
Faction: The Exiled Embassy
Position: Master Ambassadorial
Magical Branch: Arcane - Planar Manipulation
Appearance: Standing two meters tall with a lean build, Narain Sunseer appears to be your typical Quel'dorei. However, years of warfare and strict training of honed Narain's body to a degree of strength that belies his slender form and middle age. Also a result of his life, are the many scars that cover him, from blade and magic alike. The most visible of which is a horizontal line that begins under his left eye and ends just below his left temple, recieved at the end of a dull sword while defending his homeland against the invading scourge.
Unlike the rest of his appearance, Narain's handsome face has begun to show the effects of his age. Deep lines of worry and stress have begun to form around his sharp features, and his once bright blue eyes have paled in color. Though naturally pale like all high elves, Narain is slightly darker then the rest of his kin from the years training under the sun. Kept in a loose ponytail, his hair is shining white and extends a few inches below his shoulders.
Out of habit, he wears his armor nearly every time he leaves his dwelling. A militaristic mix of cloth and leather, made of a fitting heavy jerkin with hardened leather plates over his chest, shoulders, and right arm, leaving the left arm free for spell casting with only a light bracer of the forearm. Below the waist is a typical elven war kilt with flowing cloth down to the ankles and more leather plates to cover his upper legs. The robe of his armor is black with blue and silver trim around the edges and the black leather plates are lined with inlaid silver in a design similar to dancing flames.
Personality: Narain's youth was marred with battle and death, seeing the coming of the orcs, the rise of the horde, and the invasion of the scourge. During this time, others could only describe him as "cold and sharp as the sword he carries." He was a solitary man, that talked little and smiled less, and spent all of his time training or studying. Despite this, he has always been as trustworthy and loyal a friend as can be asked for (even if you didn't know whether he counted you as friend or not), and would always put others before himself.
Having trained many Elven soldiers, and a handful of Swordmages, Narain can be a harsh taskmaster. Demanding the same strict discipline that he demands upon himself, and in the process can be sarcastic, egotistical, and even degrading. Narain does hold a deep responsibility to his students, despite his outward coldness to them.
However, his new life in Stormwind has brought a humor to Narain that has never been seen before. He has begun to smile more often, and although he still remains an introvert, his new position requires that he spends more time around his own people and the humans of Stormwind. Some days though, the horror of the things he has seen can haunt him and it keeps Narain a pessimist.
Weapons/Items: Redwind, a mithril bladed longword with an enchanted edge. The truesilver hilt has a dragon headed crossguard, black leather wrappings, and a sun design on the pummel. Hanging from his right hip by a thick chain is a black iron-bound book that none know the contents of. Narain's only other item of consequence is a golden ring on his left hand, inset with a crystal, and designed with the phases of the sun around it. This sunwell ring is capable of supressing the magical addiction that all High Elves suffer from.
Strengths: Because of his very strict discipline, Narain is a skilled and competent warrior, well versed in a variety of weapons and unarmed combat. He uses this martial skill combined with the arcane arts in a deadly and unique fighting style. His years as a soldier and keen mind have given him a strong knowledge of strategy, tactics, and troop command on and off the field. The discipline his has maintained throughout his career has also lead to advantages as Ambassadorial. He shows a great ability to learn his new role and not become intimidated by the politics of the court.
Flaws: His solitary lifestyle has made Narain a bit unused to dealing with others on a regular basis, causing him to be quite awkward in most social situations. He knows little of social nuances used in non-military situations and tends to be a little too upfront when dealing with others. Being far too used to military taciturn, his judgement of those who he considers less moral or ethical hinders his ability to endear himself.
History: Born to a rather humble family in the outskirts of Quel'thalas, Narain spent his childhood working or tending fields instead of recieving proper schooling and playing like other elven children. The discipline that dominates his life began at an early age, his parents determined to give him the best education they could give him. When he wasn't working, his mother was teaching him literature, art, history, and all other manner of subjects or being taught the martial arts and the art of warfare by his father.
Life in his village was hard as being farther out on the borders meant they were closer to the Amani trolls, who held no love for the Elves and skirmishes with small raiding bands were frequent. Unfortunately, it was one such battle that Narain's mother was slain and his house burned by the trolls.
It didn't take long before his father realized that he was being surpassed in skill by his young son; who became a hero to the small village by proving to be an exceptional defender and leader in those tough times. Realizing that his son was a natural talent, he sent Narain off to Silvermoon to join the militia. This proved to be a difficult time for them both as each was the other's only family, but with support from his neighbor's he made his way to the great capitol city of the Quel'dorei.
Narain quickly rose through the ranks, and got his first taste of command leading a patrol group on the outer borders of Quel'thalas. During this time his unit was highly successful at countering the increasingly more frequent forest troll raids. This success was abruptly put to an end when several smaller tribes banned together and ambushed Narain's patrol in response. Narain was injured by an arrow in the leg in the sudden and brutal assault, and all but two of his soldiers perished.
The defeat caused great distress in the young elf, and it drove him to seek out greater strength. In this pursuit he sought to learn the arcane, but the majority of mages in Silvermoon would not take a swordsman as an apprentice. Until Narain found Teleris Skyweaver, who was impressed by the young soldier's will. So began his dive into the world of the arcane.
For many years Narain studied under the old mage and excelled as well as can be expected. In the course of his learnings, he begins training himself in ways to blend the use of his martial skill with his newfound adeptness in magic. Many shun this style of combat, preferring to stick to traditional styles, but Teleris sees the utility in what his apprentice is doing and dubs him a Swordmage.
Not long after the First War begins, Teleris is appointed Master Ambassadorial and leaves for Stormwind to keep up relations between the two races. Narain returns to the militia and becomes an instructor. With the forming of the Alliance and the beginning of the Second War, the Horde pushes into Quel'thalas where the now matured Swordmage once again regains command of a unit and is sent into battle. It wasn't until the end of the second war that he discovered his father was killed in the brutal onslaught of the Horde.
Continuing his service, Narain was on the frontlines when Arthas lead the Scourge attack on the Sunwell. He sustained grievous wounds in the battle, and did not regain consciousness until awaking in the Stormwind home of his old mentor, Teleris. The aging mage had since taken ill and knew his time on the world was coming to an end. As a final favor, he asked Narain to take up his mantle as Master Ambassadorial and take head of the newly formed Exiled Embassy. Unsure of why his old teacher felt him fit for the job, he reluctantly accepted the position and now resides in the former home of Teleris Skyweaver.
RP Sample: The residence sat in the lavish Elven district of Stormwind; home to the Master Ambassadorial Narain Sunseer, passed onto him by his former mentor Teleris Flameweaver. The large two-story home was capped by a tower in the northeast corner that raised two more floors above the rest of it. Many candles lit by magical fire provided the only light in the windowless third floor of the tower.
Narain hung from a pole that ran across the room, legs curled up under him, and pulled himself up again and held it. This time as he lowered himself down, his mouth quietly worded an arcane chant and removed his hands from the bar. He held there in mid air for a moment, before whispering another chant and blinking out of space to reappear on the floor below. A loud knock broke the silence in the room shortly after.
"Afternoon Master Ambassadorial," said a young elf that Narain didn't recognize, "I was sent to remind you of the meeting with the house of nobles, and they wanted me to also remind you that your armor would not be necessary."
Narain growled slightly and gave a slight nod as he roughly closed the door behind him. Taking another door that lead into the main house and going down the hallway he took a left into his study. Once there he waved his hand and the lamp over his heavy desk instantly lit. Opening the heavy iron tome, he grabbed a quill and scribbled a few notes before closing it again and picking it up by the thick chain. Leaving his study, the swordmage walked further down the hall and into his bedroom. Approaching the wooden manican that held his armor, a slight smirk streaked Narain's face.
Age: 189
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf
Faction: The Exiled Embassy
Position: Master Ambassadorial
Magical Branch: Arcane - Planar Manipulation
Appearance: Standing two meters tall with a lean build, Narain Sunseer appears to be your typical Quel'dorei. However, years of warfare and strict training of honed Narain's body to a degree of strength that belies his slender form and middle age. Also a result of his life, are the many scars that cover him, from blade and magic alike. The most visible of which is a horizontal line that begins under his left eye and ends just below his left temple, recieved at the end of a dull sword while defending his homeland against the invading scourge.
Unlike the rest of his appearance, Narain's handsome face has begun to show the effects of his age. Deep lines of worry and stress have begun to form around his sharp features, and his once bright blue eyes have paled in color. Though naturally pale like all high elves, Narain is slightly darker then the rest of his kin from the years training under the sun. Kept in a loose ponytail, his hair is shining white and extends a few inches below his shoulders.
Out of habit, he wears his armor nearly every time he leaves his dwelling. A militaristic mix of cloth and leather, made of a fitting heavy jerkin with hardened leather plates over his chest, shoulders, and right arm, leaving the left arm free for spell casting with only a light bracer of the forearm. Below the waist is a typical elven war kilt with flowing cloth down to the ankles and more leather plates to cover his upper legs. The robe of his armor is black with blue and silver trim around the edges and the black leather plates are lined with inlaid silver in a design similar to dancing flames.
Personality: Narain's youth was marred with battle and death, seeing the coming of the orcs, the rise of the horde, and the invasion of the scourge. During this time, others could only describe him as "cold and sharp as the sword he carries." He was a solitary man, that talked little and smiled less, and spent all of his time training or studying. Despite this, he has always been as trustworthy and loyal a friend as can be asked for (even if you didn't know whether he counted you as friend or not), and would always put others before himself.
Having trained many Elven soldiers, and a handful of Swordmages, Narain can be a harsh taskmaster. Demanding the same strict discipline that he demands upon himself, and in the process can be sarcastic, egotistical, and even degrading. Narain does hold a deep responsibility to his students, despite his outward coldness to them.
However, his new life in Stormwind has brought a humor to Narain that has never been seen before. He has begun to smile more often, and although he still remains an introvert, his new position requires that he spends more time around his own people and the humans of Stormwind. Some days though, the horror of the things he has seen can haunt him and it keeps Narain a pessimist.
Weapons/Items: Redwind, a mithril bladed longword with an enchanted edge. The truesilver hilt has a dragon headed crossguard, black leather wrappings, and a sun design on the pummel. Hanging from his right hip by a thick chain is a black iron-bound book that none know the contents of. Narain's only other item of consequence is a golden ring on his left hand, inset with a crystal, and designed with the phases of the sun around it. This sunwell ring is capable of supressing the magical addiction that all High Elves suffer from.
Strengths: Because of his very strict discipline, Narain is a skilled and competent warrior, well versed in a variety of weapons and unarmed combat. He uses this martial skill combined with the arcane arts in a deadly and unique fighting style. His years as a soldier and keen mind have given him a strong knowledge of strategy, tactics, and troop command on and off the field. The discipline his has maintained throughout his career has also lead to advantages as Ambassadorial. He shows a great ability to learn his new role and not become intimidated by the politics of the court.
Flaws: His solitary lifestyle has made Narain a bit unused to dealing with others on a regular basis, causing him to be quite awkward in most social situations. He knows little of social nuances used in non-military situations and tends to be a little too upfront when dealing with others. Being far too used to military taciturn, his judgement of those who he considers less moral or ethical hinders his ability to endear himself.
History: Born to a rather humble family in the outskirts of Quel'thalas, Narain spent his childhood working or tending fields instead of recieving proper schooling and playing like other elven children. The discipline that dominates his life began at an early age, his parents determined to give him the best education they could give him. When he wasn't working, his mother was teaching him literature, art, history, and all other manner of subjects or being taught the martial arts and the art of warfare by his father.
Life in his village was hard as being farther out on the borders meant they were closer to the Amani trolls, who held no love for the Elves and skirmishes with small raiding bands were frequent. Unfortunately, it was one such battle that Narain's mother was slain and his house burned by the trolls.
It didn't take long before his father realized that he was being surpassed in skill by his young son; who became a hero to the small village by proving to be an exceptional defender and leader in those tough times. Realizing that his son was a natural talent, he sent Narain off to Silvermoon to join the militia. This proved to be a difficult time for them both as each was the other's only family, but with support from his neighbor's he made his way to the great capitol city of the Quel'dorei.
Narain quickly rose through the ranks, and got his first taste of command leading a patrol group on the outer borders of Quel'thalas. During this time his unit was highly successful at countering the increasingly more frequent forest troll raids. This success was abruptly put to an end when several smaller tribes banned together and ambushed Narain's patrol in response. Narain was injured by an arrow in the leg in the sudden and brutal assault, and all but two of his soldiers perished.
The defeat caused great distress in the young elf, and it drove him to seek out greater strength. In this pursuit he sought to learn the arcane, but the majority of mages in Silvermoon would not take a swordsman as an apprentice. Until Narain found Teleris Skyweaver, who was impressed by the young soldier's will. So began his dive into the world of the arcane.
For many years Narain studied under the old mage and excelled as well as can be expected. In the course of his learnings, he begins training himself in ways to blend the use of his martial skill with his newfound adeptness in magic. Many shun this style of combat, preferring to stick to traditional styles, but Teleris sees the utility in what his apprentice is doing and dubs him a Swordmage.
Not long after the First War begins, Teleris is appointed Master Ambassadorial and leaves for Stormwind to keep up relations between the two races. Narain returns to the militia and becomes an instructor. With the forming of the Alliance and the beginning of the Second War, the Horde pushes into Quel'thalas where the now matured Swordmage once again regains command of a unit and is sent into battle. It wasn't until the end of the second war that he discovered his father was killed in the brutal onslaught of the Horde.
Continuing his service, Narain was on the frontlines when Arthas lead the Scourge attack on the Sunwell. He sustained grievous wounds in the battle, and did not regain consciousness until awaking in the Stormwind home of his old mentor, Teleris. The aging mage had since taken ill and knew his time on the world was coming to an end. As a final favor, he asked Narain to take up his mantle as Master Ambassadorial and take head of the newly formed Exiled Embassy. Unsure of why his old teacher felt him fit for the job, he reluctantly accepted the position and now resides in the former home of Teleris Skyweaver.
RP Sample: The residence sat in the lavish Elven district of Stormwind; home to the Master Ambassadorial Narain Sunseer, passed onto him by his former mentor Teleris Flameweaver. The large two-story home was capped by a tower in the northeast corner that raised two more floors above the rest of it. Many candles lit by magical fire provided the only light in the windowless third floor of the tower.
Narain hung from a pole that ran across the room, legs curled up under him, and pulled himself up again and held it. This time as he lowered himself down, his mouth quietly worded an arcane chant and removed his hands from the bar. He held there in mid air for a moment, before whispering another chant and blinking out of space to reappear on the floor below. A loud knock broke the silence in the room shortly after.
"Afternoon Master Ambassadorial," said a young elf that Narain didn't recognize, "I was sent to remind you of the meeting with the house of nobles, and they wanted me to also remind you that your armor would not be necessary."
Narain growled slightly and gave a slight nod as he roughly closed the door behind him. Taking another door that lead into the main house and going down the hallway he took a left into his study. Once there he waved his hand and the lamp over his heavy desk instantly lit. Opening the heavy iron tome, he grabbed a quill and scribbled a few notes before closing it again and picking it up by the thick chain. Leaving his study, the swordmage walked further down the hall and into his bedroom. Approaching the wooden manican that held his armor, a slight smirk streaked Narain's face.