Caelic

Biography

 * Full Name: Kalic Veril Celendir
 * Alias: No known alias'.
 * Hometown: None at the moment, he is currently wandering the forsaken wastes trying to discover his origins.
 * Birthplace: Unknown
 * Age: Appears to be in his mid 30's but aspects of his appearance suggest much, much older.
 * Apparel: Heavy plate armor, combined with an under layer of reinforced leather. Color choice is usually dark or black, the better to conceal himself in the shadows.
 * Current Status: Kalic isn't awakened yet. Presently he is slumbering somewhere in the Eastern Plaguelands being haunted by troubling and horrific nightmares of his former life.

Personality
Kalic is tormented by what he has become and lives a cursed existence in undeath. Being unable to die, and unable to live he is forced to live out his miserable abomination of being by doing the only thing he can control: vengeance. He devotes every hour to seeking out Arthas and those who do his bidding and exterminating them with extreme prejudice. He does not sleep, and needs no rest from this seemingly eternal quest. When associating with others he outcasts himself and chooses to remain alone. There are times however when even he can not accomplish something alone, and in those times he is impatient, rash, and reckless in his actions. He has no time for ill prepared warriors. He has no fear of dying, and has nothing left in this world to lose, which makes him a very dangerous adversary. Every action, however helpful or benevolent it may seem is only a means to an end for Kalic. He puts up with mindless jobs from mercenaries and villagers only because they will further his ultimate agenda: Killing Arthas.


 * Alignment
 * Chaotic Evil

Physical Appearance
Kalic appears just as you'd assume he would: dead. His ash white hair flows gently in the bitter breeze and partially veils his pasty, pale countenance. His gait in slow, confident, and determined. He does not need to run and chase down his enemies, he just follows them to the ends of the earth without rest. He is covered in black or very dark blue armor with splotches of blood splattered here and there. His eyes are a deep, emerald green, and they seem to drill into your soul if you have the unfortunate chance of staring him directly in the eye. They speak of awful horrors and unspeakable monstrosities. But deep within those sockets is a hint of compassion with an unsurpassed fount of wisdom. Across his back is strapped a mighty broadsword in which are engraved 6 cryptic runes in a vertical line down the blade. Each one pulses with a vibrant color.

History
(In Progress)