Giltheras

Giltheras the Defiler
=Physical Description=
 * Garments/Armor: Giltheras, as a Blood Knight, wears the heaviest armor he can use, often adorning himself with magic relics he finds in the field or that he's stolen from the Alliance.
 * Other: Giltheras is attractive, even as far as Sin'dorei go. He uses his charisma and physical prowess mostly for diabolical purposes, seducing even the most high-minded of the Blood Elf society into becoming drugged sexual deviants under his lascivious power.

=Personality= Giltheras by no means keeps to himself, rather in combat situations he is as manic as they come. One moment he could be engraciated with every member of his travelling party, freely joking and flirting and winning over his comrades, the next he could be the stick in the mud, complaining almost incessantly over the conditions.

Very self absorbed, a trait not uncommon to the Blood Elves, Giltheras's first and foremost priority is his own success and wellbeing. A strange disposition for a Blood Knight to take, Giltheras's skills seem to be more focused on his ability to kill an opponent rather than protecting those around him. Wielding a two handed sword, his idea of the perfect symbol of power, Giltheras's combat technique is an ancient one, leaving many of his companions with questions to his background.

A confessed hedonist, he has no problems finding something to pass the time when not in combat. Desecrating moonwells, having intercourse in public places, drinking himself into a stupor, or reeling on Bloodthistle, if it's dirty, he does it and does it and does it. A single ounce of genuine concern for any one person other than himself has yet to be seen, but it does not mean it is not there. At times, bar patrons have admitted hearing a mournful sobbing from some dark corner of the room Giltheras occupied.

=History= Giltheras was born sometime after the Quel'Dorei pledged their help to the humans in the first war to an unknown female ranger and her mate, a swordsman in the High Elven royal guard. Learning how to wield a sword from an early age, Giltheras' training was of the utmost quality, for his father belonged to the Quel'Dorei chivalric order, the first sect of Paladins on Azeroth. He lived a comfortable life in Silverfall, enjoying the tranquility of nature and the unbridled majesty of Elven magic and architecture.

Every once in a while, his father would secret him away to see the human cities that had begun springing up all over. Humans fascinated him, they looked much like Orcs, but they were peaceful and had an appreciation for the Light the elves brought to them. In his teen years, Giltheras trained with a group of the Silver Hand, who his father was helping learn the ways of the Light and the art of Knighthood. During this time, he befriended a human by the name of Erondas Scarletbloom, an upright and eager young human who relished in armed combat. They formed a tight relationship, and often set out on their own for weeks, even months at a time exploring the world.

They encountered so many things for the first time, Murlocs, Gnolls, Gryphons, and aside from creatures they discovered situations they had never been in before. Dire danger bit at their heels, coming close to true peril more than once, but never anything they couldn't fight their way out of. They even experienced love together, and the pleasures of the flesh. However, when the second war struck Azeroth, and the tide of darkness swept across the world, their days of exploration were over. Erondas had become a man, but Giltheras still had the body of a teenage boy, as Elves do age slower than humans. Mortality was something they never discussed, and there was a quiet understanding between the two lovers that Giltheras would indeed outlive his counterpart.

When the second war passed, Giltheras had lived through it, but his beloved Erondas had been more than sticken down in battle, his body had been desecrated by the demonic power of the Burning Legion, bestowed into the orcs and their necromancer leader, Ner'zhul. Something was very amiss, Death Knights, Necromancers, and Wyverns had come into the equation, these fel magics were far too much for the humans and elves alone, but thankfully the gnomes of Gnomeregan had pledged their help as well as the mighty dwarves.

Time passed, and Giltheras still thirsted for love, the kind he had experienced with Erondas. He spent time searching out members of his dead friends family, and unfortunatly, he found them. Erondas had fathered a family in secret in his later years, he had a now dead wife, and children that carried on his lineage. A great wound bled from Giltheras's heart at the discovery of the secret family, but not even this could shame the memory of Erondas. Giltheras met with the children of Erondas, Hrothgar and Thitalia Scarletbloom, who were of noble birth thanks to their fathers Knighthood. Hrothgar had become the patron of a powerful house in Lordaeron, while his sister had taken up Priesthood, Hrothgar was a Knight of the Silver Hand.

Giltheras told them of their father, who he was in his younger years and only that they had been close. He chose to nurture the two, lavishing them with gifts and helping them in their tasks, becoming a friend of their household. He was eventually inducted into their family, and became a permanent guest of their manor. He continued to look after them even after their passing, becoming the estates caretaker when one generation passed, and helping each new one. This continued until the third war came, and rather than rushing to arms, Giltheras chose instead to try and convince the current family, Matthias, Kataren, and Malvorious Scarletbloom to escape Lordaeron. Kataren was a scout in the military, Matthias a proud and powerful Paladin. Malvorious was neither a fighter or a lover, really, a secluded and quiet young man with a penchant for the arcane.

Unable to convince Kataren and Malvorious to leave, Giltheras pleaded with Matthias, who also refused, but revealed that he had a son he was training in secret for Knighthood in a nearby lumber camp in the Tirisfal Glades.

Then the plague came. Malvorious was taken into deaths cold grip almost instantly, it was he that was the firs to be found dead in the manor. Kataren did not fall, however, as she, being a crafty woman, always by habit drank only her private reserve of water, lending to her escape of the plague. However, in an attempt to hurry away those few who did not become infected, Kataren was slain by the Scourge in the streets before Arthas swept through and killed the undead.

However, when Arthas returned to Lordaeron as a Death Knight, and slew his father, everything fell apart. Kataren was dead, Malvorious was missing, and Matthias was with his son at the lumber camp, That is, until Malvorious showed up. He was now a powerful undead mage under the banner of the Lich king. Overunning the lumber camp with Ghouls and abominations, most of the men and women were killed, while those few who survived gathered up their things in a caravan and made for Southshore. The undead were quick in pursuit, but Matthias had become enraged by the murderous acts of his tainted brother, and in an instant, his body became a vessel for the divine retribution of the Light, exploding with illumination and scorching the ground for 50 yards all around, he burned away every last agent of the Scourge at the sacrifice of his own life. His son was carried away to Stormwind along with those who didnt settle in Southshore.

Giltheras was the one who took him there.

Leaving the boy in the care of the Northshire Abbey was the hardest thing he ever had to do, abandoning young Eadric to his fate. He returned to Quel'thalas only to learn that Arthas had already carved a path of destruction through his homeland. He reintegrated himself with the society of his people, helping in the reconstruction of Silvermoon, and slowly, sunk into a pit of despair that has swallowed him since.