Giltheras the Defiler[]
Known as such for his acts of theft against small human churches and Dwarven sanctuaries of light, stealing whatever Holy artifacts he can acquire. Also for his extreme debauchery and sexual deviancy.
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OOC Game Stats | |
Game Name | Giltheras |
Faction | Horde |
Race | Blood Elf |
Gender | Male |
Class | Paladin |
Guild | Sinful Delights |
Professions | None |
IC Info | |
Nicknames | Gil, Gilly |
Title | The Defiler |
Age | 14x10Unknown |
Height | 5'7" |
Hair | Red, worn in frontwards ponytail |
Eyes | Green |
Skin | Peach |
Alignment | Unspecified |
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.