Name: Jaeleth Bleakstar
Age: 260 Azeroth Years
Race: Felblood Elf
Gender: Male
Class: Demon Hunter
Languages: Thalassian, Eredun
Faction: Horde
Personality: Chaotic Good
Likes: hunting and killing demons, absorbing demonic souls for power, protecting his people from the Burning Legion, Calligraphy/Scribing
Dislikes: Time wasted on love, romance, and friendship; Demonic worshippers, Eredar, Draenei, Naaru, Humans, Orcs and Trolls.
Appearance: Jaeleth is unusually tall and meaty for a Blood Elf, he sports simple, slicked chest-length hair and a goatee with soul patch. His skin is mostly covered in bony ridges and scale-like growths as well as small fel thorns, his flesh has a deep crimson hue. His hair, once a reddish brown, has become blackened like volcanic rock.
Strengths: Physical strength and mental discipline after a decade of century of training in the Illidari. Knowledge of Demon anatomy, vulnerabilities and Fel Magic. Warglaive and unarmed combat training. Adept scribe.
Weaknesses: Lack of trust in almost all others, stubborn beyond reason at times, bouts of self-loathing followed by periods of venting through brutal savagery
History: Jaeleth Daystar was one of hundreds of Blood Elves who followed Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider to Outland. He was but a simple citizen at the time of the fall of Quel'thalas to the Lich King, unlike the rest of his elders whom were great and powerful magi. Jaeleth had grown up in the times of war between the Scourge, the Amani Trolls and the Alliance and had learned much of the turmoil of his people first hand. He had watched his beloved Prince consort with the Naga under Lady Vashj, the half-demon Night Elf lord Illidan Stormrage, and the Eredar lord Kil'jaeden, the Deciever.
While Prince Kael'thas was conducting his own treacheries, Jaeleth had begun to grow corrupted by the Fel magic he and his people had absorbed. His eyes glowed with a baleful green, his flesh turned a crimson hue, and he begun to embrace the fate of his people. In truth, he had become corrupted not just in mind and body, but also in soul. He wanted to do more for his people but was willing to sacrifice everything to do so. He, like few others of the Blood Elves, knelt before Illidan himself and pleaded to learn his power and vowed to serve him in return for the power to save his people.
Jaeleth shed his family name, took up a new sobriquet and devoted himself utterly to mastering the ancient teachings of Illidan's Illidari. As a rite of passage for all Illidari hopefuls he engaged in the ceremony of scoring out his eyes, a test to prove his devotion and ability. It was an initiation of pain and suffering that he endured nigh' flawlessly. He placed upon himself the blindfold, a symbol of the Illidari's sacrifice and took up the Warglaives, an ancient and difficult weapon to master. He had started down a dark path with no comfort, no remorse and no end.
Over the next decade, he learned and harnessed the Fel powers of the Legion. His skin hardened into bony ridges, his muscles bulged with demon-borne strength, corruption changing him, mind, body and soul. He endured the vicious spell-bound brandings so that he might join the powers of his demon victims to himself. He learned to master the intricate and difficult art of Warglaive combat, a twin-blade weapon of terrible versatility. He absorbed great quantities of Fel power, channeling it into bizarre and devastating abilities and mutations. He feasted on the souls of Demons he killed and learned to bend those powers to his will, in defiance of the Burning Legion and it's dark masters.
While his beloved Prince had secretly betrayed his own people to seek power for himself and victory for his master, the Deceiver, Jaeleth quietly mastered many aspects of the Illidari teachings. Also, unbeknownst to him, many of his people back in Quel'thalas had defied the rule of their Prince in his absence, turning to the very enemies they once fought against for help. Elsewhere, lord Illidan had begun to fall further to madness as he prepared for the inevitable coming of the Alliance and the Horde into his realm.
Jaeleth was among the many Illidari who were captured by heroes of the Alliance and Horde, sent to a prison world by Maiev Shadowsong. It was only there did he learn of his Prince's betrayal of his people, the defeat of Kil'jaeden, and the eventual cleansing of the Sunwell by the Draenei prophet. For the next 10 years he was kept imprisoned, living with the revelation that his sacrifices were for naught and that his once beloved prince had betrayed them all for his own ends. For a decade it tore at Jaeleth and he brooded, a rage that burned in silence like a fel-forge. Betrayal, corruption, hatred, endless agony, demonic manipulation, bottomless sorrow, impotent rage... revenge.
Even in his imprisonment, he made a pact with his own dark soul that his loyalty would never falter to his people, no matter what happened to him. It was his only solace he had. His sacrifices would not be wasted, he would turn his attention fully to destroying the Legion, the lies and the corruption, the betrayal and manipulation. (WIP)