[Bio] Angrath Cain, the Forsaken Warlock

[Underskilled]

(Disclaimer: Though I am writing a bio for a potential RP character, I most likely will not RP very much, but I like to push my creative side with things like this, and I have an idea for a character that I would enjoy sharing.)

Name: Angrath Cain
Age: 28
Race: Forsaken
Gender: Male
Languages: Orcish, Common
Class: Warlock
Faction: Unaffiliated
Personality: Dark, quiet, paranoid, Angrath has been mentally damaged from the acts of his father
Likes/Dislikes: Enjoys honing his power as a Warlock, and travelling new unexplored areas. Dislikes conflicts, and humans
Appearance: Shaggy black hair reaching his waist, Wearing a dirty brownish-black robe
Strengths: Reading the land, reasoning, cooking
Weaknesses: Making split-second decisions, forgiving, developing deep bonds with others

HISTORY

Angrath never used to be this way. He was never a undead monster, possessed by the fel energies of warlocks. He used to be a human, a boy, a child. When Angrath was only 6 years old, an earthquake destroyed the small cabin he, his father, and his mother lived, in Silverpine Forest. This earthquake was also the death of Angrath's mother, the cabin collapsed on her. Angrath and his father were out at the time, unknowing of the death, until they reached their cabin, which was reduced to a pile of wood. His father, Gaira Cain, know in an instant what happened, to his cabin, and his wife. Holding back his tears, he told Angrath "Stay here, I will get your things". When he returned, Angrath asked "Father, where is mother?" thinking on the spot, Gaira replied "Sh..she....we are playing hide and seek! We have to go find her!". After that, Angrath and his father gathered all of their possessions, and left their house, never to return. Angrath had always known the true fate of his mother, however he never spoke up, not to help himself, but to help his father.

Thus, this began the life of Angrath, and his father Gaira, traveling the world, and living off the land. The two men would forage for food, water, and sleep under the stars. Every night, Gaira told his son his dream of working as a Royal Guard for Stormwind City, returning home every day to share his stories with his family. Angrath was more than intrigued, and would always tell his father he wanted to be a Royal Guard as well, and each night Gaira would tassel Angrath's hair and tell him "Angrath, someday, someday we will both be, making Stormwind a better place everyday". Gaira and Angrath traveled everywhere they could over the years, only stopping in small towns for supplies, then traveling on their way.

This went well for a long time, but Gaira knew it wouldn't last. 6 years had past, and Gaira was getting old, too old. Every day he found it harder to find food, to protect Angrath....he needed help. Gaira needed new power, to protect his only son, any kind of power. Gaira had heard of a hermit in Felwood, an odd man who taught people "special powers". Gaira needed all the help he could get, so he and Angrath set out for Booty Bay, then eventually Felwood. It didn't take them long to find the hermit, as he lived a rather large cave not to far off the usual trail. It was there Angrath and Gaira met up with a rather strange man, who called himself "Laznake, the great". However, this man was not as great as he portrayed himself, for his "special powers" were simple spells taught to warlocks. Gaira immediately distrusted the hermit, calling him a "sick, power-hungry monster". This however, seemingly didn't anger the hermit, he just smiled wished them the best. Laznake knew Gaira needed his power, and he intended to teach it to him....by force. While Gaira was out collecting firewood alone, Laznake sneaked up behind Gaira, and summoned a powerful demon in his path. Controlling the demon to simply intimidate Gaira, maybe take a few swings at him, was enough to scare Gaira, enough for him to cry in help, for anyone, and Laznake was that anyone. Laznake appeared in between Gaira and the demon, casting a powerful Shadowbolt on it, followed by a life drain, depleting the demon to blood and bones.

Gaira, unknowing of Laznake's plan, could not thank him enough, begging him to teach him his power. Laznake accepted, and so Gaira and Angrath spent weeks in Felwood, while Gaira secretly trained under Laznake. Over timer Gaira learned to channel fel energy through him, resulting in an unnatural glow on his hands. Gaira quickly put on a pair of gloves in the presence of Angrath, as he was never to know of his new warlock powers. Once Gaira felt he had a sufficient amount of strength to protect his son, at least for a few more years, he thanked the Hermit, and he and Angrath went on their way.

For the next year, everything felt back to normal. Gaira and Angrath resumed traveling the world, living off the land. Every day Gaira would send Angrath to collect firewood, however he would return to see Gaira having already made a fire. Each day Angrath would beg his father to teach him his trick, and each day Gaira would laugh softly, and say "Someday Angrath, I will teach you.". What Gaira didn't want to tell him, was that he would cast an immolate spell to create a fire for him and his son while Angrath was out collecting the wood. This went well for the both of them for a long time, until Angrath's 13th birthday. For his birthday, Gaira wanted to create a special fire for Angrath, a green fire. "Go and collect the firewood Angrath, when you return, they may be a surprise waiting for you!" said Gaira. What Gaira didn't expect, was Angrath becoming anxious and so excited, he raced to collect the firewood in record time. Angrath returned to father much, MUCH sooner than his father predicted....because he caught his father in the middle of casting a fel flame for the green fire.

Angrath dropped the wood in absolute shock, alerting his father of his presence. Before Gaira could say a word, Angrath just ran. He ran, as far as he could. He had to escape his father, or was it his father? Angrath didn't know what was real or fake anymore. He couldn't believe his father, a pure, honest man with a dream of being a guard, and settling down with his family for his life, he learned the demonic powers of the warlock. Angrath's mental crisis was cut short however, as he stumbled through a bush, right into a pack of wolves enjoying a meal. Angrath quickly realized he was next on menu, but he had tripped through the bush, hurting his ankle. The wolves slowly closed in on Angrath, for he knew this was the end. The starving wolves slowly crept to Angrath, their dirty paws piercing the ground, their bloody stench flowing the air, the look of their decaying skin....slowly decaying.....falling off.....suddenly the wolves stopped moving, their skin was being ripped off their body! This continued until all three wolves were nothing but a pool of blood and bones. Angrath looked behind him to gaze upon his savior, or new hunter. However, he only saw one man: Gaira.

Gaira explained to Angrath his use of warlock power was to only protect himself, and his son. Gaira was expecting Angrath to still be skeptical, but Angrath had more than forgiven him, and even asked if he could be taught the powers of the warlock himself. For the next year Gaira taught Angrath all he was taught him all that Laznake had taught him. What Gaira didn't know this was Laznake's plan all along. Laznake was never a hermit, he was never even a human, he was a forsaken warlock, luring unsuspecting humans into learning his dark sorcery, so that he may later kill him, and have them raised as powerful warlocks for Sylvanas' undead army. Laznake had been following Gaira and Angrath around the world, slowly reporting their progress of growing in power, preparing to finally take Angrath as a new warlock. As Gaira was teaching Angrath, he taught him a spell Laznake called Inferno Meteor; "Only use it in very dire situations" the words echoed to Gaira, as he repeated them to Angrath. When Gaira finished his training session for the day with Angrath, he went out to search for some animals for food. This was the perfect time for Laznake to strike. Laznake sneaked close to Angrath, and summoned a monstrous demon behind him. The demon immediately lunged at Angrath, knocking him over. As Angrath stood up to see this terror, he felt no fear, nor the need to call for help. His father had taught him, and he was prepared to fight. Angrath attempted to use the Inferno Meteor on the demon, but the results were deadly. It was Laznake's plan for Angrath to use that spell, so he taught it to Gaira, who then taught to Angrath, but it wasn't a spell at all. Upon trying to use it, Angrath himself burst into flames, engulfing his body in seconds. In mere moments Angrath was nothing more than a charred carcass.

Gaira had heard noises and screams, so he rushed back, only to see the hermit, carrying his deceased son off. Gaira was blind with rage, he tried to fire his most powerful Shadowbolt at Laznake, but the demon Laznake summoned was still standing, and stopped Gaira. Gaira could not hold back his rage, and he unleashed a flurry of fire and shadow, decimating the demon into nothing but ashes, but it was too late. Laznake was long gone, and Gaira was alone.

15 years had passed. Gaira gave up all teachings of the warlock, abandoned his traveling lifestyle, and finally fulfilled his dream of becoming a Guard of Stormwind. Though he was old, Gaira mercilessly trained to keep his body in top condition, despite his age. Meanwhile, the day Angrath died, Laznake had begun returning to Tirisfall Glades, to have Angrath resurrected by the Valk'yrs. Once successful, rather than recoiling in horror, or what most other newly raised forsaken did, Angrath accepted his fate. Angrath was unaware Laznake had rigged his spell to kill him, and Angrath blamed his father for teaching him the spell. Angrath continued his training under Laznake, who began teaching him the proper warlock, now that he was forsaken. Angrath kept training under him, and kept his loyalty to Sylvanas, vowing to never see his father again.

What Angrath was unaware of was, King Varian had sent a squad of Stormwind Guards to patrol Tirisfall Glades, to report any noticing of the forsaken raising members of the alliance, and Gaira was on that squad. While Laznake and Angrath were outside of Brill, practicing, Gaira and his team came upon them. It didn't take more than a second for Gaira to stop dead in his tracks, and gaze upon his own son, a forsaken. Angrath saw his father, and nearly burst into tears. He had all this anger towards his father bottled up, but it all vanished the moment he saw him. What neither Angrath nor Gaira realized though, was Laznake and Gaira's four other men fighting each other right next to them. Laznake was able to overpower three of them, but one of them caught him off guard, and sliced a part of Laznake's chest with his sword. Angrath heard Laznake calling out for help, and turned over to him. At this point, Angrath was conflicted on his next action. On the one hand, he had been finally reunited with his father, whom he hasn't seen for years. On the other hand, Laznake had become a father figure to him after he was raised as a forsaken.

Angrath couldn't decide, so he closed his eyes, and let his heart take over. Moments later he opened his eyes, just in time to see the Shadowbolt he fired plunge into the guard attacking Laznake. Laznake quickly escaped, and Angrath turned to his father, hoping to reconcile, and return with his father, and fulfill all the dreams they had together, to get his life back in order. Gaira clearly had other plans, because he lunged at Angrath, cutting off his right arm! Angrath froze in terror, it was seeing his dad the warlock all over again. Just like in the previous scenario, Angrath then ran. He ran as fast as he could, as far away from his father as he could get, his mind exploding with thoughts. He couldn't believe his father attacked him, attempted to kill him! Once again, Angrath couldn't tell right from wrong, real from fake, but this time, it wasn't for a few moments. Once he escaped his fathers view, Angrath found a small cave, and cried. He cried for hours upon hours, at the mess of his life. His father didn't love him, the forsaken would never take him now, with only one arm, he had nothing, and nobody. It was then Angrath's new fel energized body reacted to the wound. The flesh wound that was his right arm regenerated itself over, into a small stub. His left arm, normally greenish from the fel energy, now grew incredibly bright green, as it was clear all his energy was being channeled into his one arm.

Angrath had become a new man, a darker man. He resumed his previous life of traveling the world, traveling everywhere but where he thought his father would be. Angrath became what he was born as, an outcast, alone. Angrath began living out his life anew, vowing never to see his father again.