Telcular

[Telcular]

Name - Telcular.
Race - Human
Alignment - Chaotic-good (Considered heartless, but do what he have to do.)
Height is 5,9´
Weight is around 140 lbs.
Hair color is Dark.
Brother of Helcular.
Assumed to be 25 Years old.
Necromancer
Blue eye colour
ex-member of Cult of the Damned
Ex-Citizen of Southshore

Became depressed after his big brother, Helcular, died, and started to study the art of Necromancy in order to ressurect his brother.
After several years of studies, the thoughts of his brother bacame forgotten, and joined the Cult of the Damned in order to perfect the dark art of necromancy.
He studied in Scholomance for several years with Instructor Malicia as his teacher.
From his younger years, Telcular was a schoolar, working for the scourge, doing many experiments and researches including Necromancy, and constructing abominations from rotten corpses.
He was the top student , and soon under direct orders of Darkmaster Gandling, who was very aware of his knowledge.
He was also proud of what he had become, and often braged about it for his fellow students.
This was a mistake, the other students wanted to get rid of him, and planned an "accident" in the next experiment.
The brew was tempered with, exploding right infront of him, tainting him with the Plague.
He was banished from the Scholomance due to the other students claiming he was irresponsible, ignorant and unaware of the mixtures.
He had no saying in this due to the consequenses of it could be dire.
The journey back to his hometown was swift but painfull, he could feel the plague change in his body.
There was many herbs close to the road which he picked on his journey, many of the diffrent mixtures temporary
hindering the spreading.
The day he got home to his house, he blacked-out in the bed, sleeping for almost 2 days, having nightmares
of serving the Lich King as a mindless ghoul.

(story)

He is a rather cauctious man, does not like strangers, he prefers to be neutral or some kind of ally with most people, he hates swimming, however he loves to take it easy, he is a big fan of fishing.
He is also an alchemist, gathering herbs and regents as he go to create potions and other usefull items in his journey, or just making a profit by selling to merchants.

He is a very knowing man, from his time in the Scholomance he read litteraly thousands of books, he can speak multiple languages fluently, some in broken, and few not at all (ex Nerglish (murloc)).
He is very knowing of the history of Azeroth, and belives that Knowledge is true power.
Due to his belive, he is often in search for more knowledge.

When the Cataclysm struck, he was taking it easy in the Stormwind library, re-reading Draconic for Dummies Chapter V, however being forced to leave the book after the world started to shake, and cries of terror filled the air.
The fear of the citizen made him smile as parts of the city was on fire, rushing toward the trade district as he heard a massive crash toward the south west, where the the Park was.
A massive roar could be heard as a huge dragon flew above the city, landing on the city gates and leting out an earshattering roar before taking off again.
He stared toward the dragon as it flew off, screams filling the air.
Wasn't that...
The images and the text for books he read long ago filled his mind.
Images of a huge dragon, gone insane from the whispers of an old god, the Earthwarden himself.
He was too busy thinking to notice that the world was still shaking, and the city crying and screaming while fire enfluges it.
Rushing back toward the library, searching for the book he recently read.
It was lying exactly where he left it, on the floor, half open, now accompined by most of the books in the whole library.
He started kicking the books around, looking for the right one, eventually finding it, and lookign through is quickly, then coming to an halt as he found what he was looking for.
A reference to Neltharion, including a desciption of him.. which is not necissary since very few dragons grow that big..
He looked out over the city of stormwind, the citizen desperatlly fighting the fires and an trail of smoke covering the dragons wake.
If he did this to Stormwind.. think of what he could have done to the rest of Azeroth.. think of the possibilities he might have dragged with him..

[Telcular]

((This might seem like a shameless self bump, however it's more of a Reservation for future content of my bio.
Idunno how much text a single post can hold, however sooner or later the first one will be full, and then i will be prepared to add to this one instead.
Feel free to let it die and go back a few pages.))