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Full Name: Immermnemion Dawnbringer

Titles or Nicknames: Immer (for races with less-than-nimble tongues). The prefix of justice applies due his position as judge.

Age: The rough equivalent of 29 in human years.

Race: Sin’dorei

Sex: Male

Hair: Fine, lengthy. Platinum.

Eyes: Deep emerald

Height: 6’1

Weight: 153

Notable Physical Features: His skin is quite smooth.

Place of residence: Revantusk Village

Place of Birth: Southern Eversong

Known Relatives: Condensed list:
Mother’s side: Mother, Syreena Raybearer – Whereabouts unknown, believed dead
Grandmother, Allesta Raybearer – Small apartment in Silvermoon
Great-Grandfather, Lord Emerron Raybearer – Dead by poison
Father’s side: Father, Jayeth Dawnbringer – Small apartment in Silvermoon
Mentor: Kul’dilev – Whereabouts unknown, believed alive.

Religion/Philosophy: The well-governed will prosper.

Occupation: Judge

Guild Rank: Supplicant

Associates: Stra’tos, Kul’dilev.

Nemesis: All who oppose the Kingdom, Doblivar, the Trias family.

Special skills: Minor arcane manipulations (think 0th level spells), moderate telekinesis, can manipulate the Light to illuminate at will, likes bloodthistle – though eats without addiction.

Positive Personality Traits: Well-mannered when he feels like it, flirtatious, open-minded, thorough, extremely strong-willed.

Negative Personality Traits: Cold-blooded, draconian, polarizing.



History Before the Grim:








      Currently young for an Elf, Immermnemion grew up in the peaceful forests of Eversong before the great war began. In youth, both his mother and father were nothing amazing to him – at least in his eyes. In truth, Syreena was the granddaughter of a powerful Lord, being potent in terms of land, money, and political influence. However, her line was a strict one; when she disobeyed the wishes of her family by mating with Jayeth, whom they despised, they cut all ties with her. Jayeth was so disliked because he worked as a mere baker, just as his father before him did, selling his pastries and sweets to denizens of the countryside for but a common living. Immermnemion saw the three of them as just that in his youth – common. Nothing more, but he was happy.

      However, in his schooling, Immermnemion was found to have difficulty with magic. In truth, the instructors were simply not teaching him – at least not well. Syreena , more apt with magic than her husband, began to tutor Immermnemion at home. Seeming to take to the magic extremely well, Syreena was puzzled. Why could he learn here, but not at school? She observed some of the class sessions from afarImmermnemion attended, and she noticed instructors were doing the bare minimum they could for him, nothing at all, ignoring him, or even teaching him wrong methods. Even more perplexing was the fact the same instructors taught the other pupils in a normal fashion. Furious, Syreena deduced Emerron, or her mother through him, must be tampering with her child’s schooling, trying to make things as miserable as possible for them. Such vengeance when they didn’t get their way! Syreena, while happy with her life with Jayeth, wanted Immermnemion to be able to choose whatever life he wished. However, she knew she would not always be there for him. Taking a trip for a while, she wished her son and husband a temporary farewell.

      Her destination was the coast of the Hinterlands. She’d heard of the Revantusk tribe there from her days with her original family. They were supposedly more “civilizedâ€

      The Trolls were told not to speak to the boy of anything regarding Emerron. They bided by this, but he was still scared to death at first. Trolls were depicted as vicious killers to be avoided whenever possible. Here he was in a whole town of them! Kul’dilev embraced the boy though, and his Thallasian helped to sooth his nerves. They got down to business right away, and what a good student Immermnemion was. Before long, he was one of the best apprentices Kul’dilev had – the main rival being Stra’tos.

      Back in Silvermoon, Jayeth found himself enjoying the job. In fact, he was coordinating make events, setting up decorations, sending messages, and arranging food. In this, Syreena saw her chance. One day, a request was made to bring some human fare to a banquet. Jayeth selected the Trias family to cater wine and cheese to the dinner. Syreena knew Emerron would be present – he always was at dinners. She also knew he had a weakness for Alterac swiss. Not wasting the opportunity, she poisoned the swiss before it was served. Emerron, being the eldest who deigned to partake of it, got his first. He died moments afterward.

      As expected, the funeral was a grand affair. Many people were present to pay their respects and see the body whisked away into the family crypt. Family members, by tradition, were allowed to spend a few final moments with the deceased’s corpse inside – in order of relation. As she was at the end of her line, Syreena was last. Opening a portal to Revantusk inside the Crypt quickly, she shoved the body through it, closed the portal, sarcophagus, and left the chamber. Smirking, she noticed the family which hated her didn’t even stay to watch her lock the entrance – which she did.

      Unexpected, however, were the ramifications the death of the lord had. Tensions between the Elves and the Humans had grown very tight, and the poisoning of Emerron – by the Trias family, it was assumed – didn’t help matters. In fact, Jayeth became one of the chief proponents of a splitting of Elven and Human diplomacy. Allesta, in her grieving after her father’s death, ended up siding with Jayeth’s views. The bad blood between the two began to decline. Rapidly. Before long, they were forming political events of their own, Jayeth becoming more of a coordinator for his mother-in-law, heiress to the lord’s spoils, than a simple courier. Not being able to stand her husbund’s increased association with her mother, perhaps the reason behind the entire debacle, Syreena opted to go on some field excercises with the reserve. Not long after she did, the Elves did break from the Alliance (mostly), and she was put to actual military use as part of the Horde.

      Meanwhile, in Revantusk, the Trolls had taken to the Elf as one of their own. Though not as strong as they, Immermnemion took well to the hunter’s training in lances and axes, and he became a fair cook himself, learning many ways to cook the meat and fish they hunted. Nobody enjoyed his company more than Kul’dilev, however, who seemed to have adopted him as a surrogate son. His wife had also perished in the attack, and he’d not found another mate. The excessive doting on Immermnemion made Stra’tos jealous, however, and the Troll apprentice became bitterly disposed towards him. Not oblivious to the rivalry, Kul’dilev instead used it to foster competitive learning. Stra’tos became intensely devoted to the manipulation of the raw energies influencing temperature while Immermnemion delved into the intricacies of the arcane. In fact, the Elf didn’t learn much of anything focused on combat. Instead, he was much more fascinated with portals, telekinesis, and conjuring. Scoffing at these applications as weak, Stra’tos felt himself the better of the two, often challenging Immermnemion to duels which Kul’dilev forbade. Immermnemion knew he wouldn’t stand a chance, so he declined each time. Kul’dilev knew Immermnemion’s potent will would lead him to great potency later in life, perhaps even surpassing himself, but Stra’tos was very volatile in mood. Kul’dilev considered kindling the Troll’s respect of Immermnemion by relaying the story how the attack by Emerron was resolved – neither pupil had been around for it – but decided against it, not wanting to over-engage Stra’tos’s lust for power over magic. For these reasons, when the body of Emerron arrived in the town, Kul’dilev was thrilled, relieved, and saddened. Thrilled for vengeance to be dealt, relieved the rivals would have time apart before they hurt one another, and saddened to say goodbye to his second son. But say goodbye he did about a year after the body arrived– Immermnemion was off to Silvermoon.








      Having started and finished puberty in Revantusk, the people he knew hardly recognized him. This included his father, who only recognized his son because he heard Immermnemion asking for Jayeth’s whereabouts to a local clerk. Embracing him, his father noticed the boy’s eyes weren’t quite normal – instead of the bright, shining green, they were a deep, glowing emerald. His father told him of the events that had transpired. Irate, Immermnemion demanded to see the body of Emerron – he’d never so much as seen a picture of his great-grandfather. Granting his request, Allesta took him to the crypt. In shock, they discovered the missing body. Attention of the Court of the Sun itself now, the national scandal incensed Immermnemion immensely, and he found out what little he could about his ancestor from letters, portraits, and people to fill the void in knowing his heritage. Demanding to be filled in on every detail of the past he missed in the city, he pledged himself to destroy the Alliance which desecrated his great-grandfather’s grave (or so it was said) and murdered him in the first place!

      But how? He’d shunned most spells applicable to combat in his training. He wasn’t dexterous enough to be a ranger. However, his driven will was beyond comparison. He was the embodiment of his people’s disposition just then. His father saw this in him, and Jayeth told him the best way he could fight the enemy would be to convince those who were good at fighting to fight. There were some still who weren’t as devoted to their cause as he. Seeing the wisdom in this, Immermnemion began to read the laws of the city, convincing skeptics of their part in the war where the Elves had been wronged, the iniquities the Humans had committed, and how they could help. He became an expert on Elven law, and, before long, his efforts became well-noticed in the town. Vacancies having ensued in the Ghostlands after the attacks on the city being plentiful, Jayeth pushed the in-term lord to grant Immermnemion a judgeship there. Grant it he did, exalting his deeds as the ideals of the people.

      The position was mostly title though – there wasn’t much to judge in the Ghostlands. Nobody stayed there anymore. However, a recently captured Naaru provided much interest to Immermnemion. A few of the Elves had learned to tap into its power, supposedly being able to manipulate the Light to their advantage. This wouldn’t have mattered to him normally, but a letter came to his father not long after attaining his judgeship; it said the company which contained his mother had not been heard from in the weeks following an assault they had attempted. His father was broken with grief, for Syreena had given him everything in his life – his happiness, his current job, and his son. Immermnemion, while also struck with sadness, was trumped by his rage. In theory, the commander of the opposing forces was a paladin – Colonel Doblivar Silversmith. By the sunwell, he would see that man brought to justice! He also wanted to do it personally – and what more satisfying way than to best someone with their own power?

      Immermnemion requested of the blood knight matriarch to try and bend the power of the Naaru to his will. Granting his request, she and some other students watched him attempt to draw on the energy. Focusing all his furious vengeance as best he could, he felt the power flow into him like a lightning bolt. When the matriarch asked him to test out his power on a training dummy, he asked which one – his question accompanied by a gesture. Astoundingly, the gesture was accompanied by a beam of light pointing to the target in question. Knowing that was enough to see the manipulation, the matriarch made the young man a blood knight apprentice there. He went on to become a full knight, setting off to aid in the destruction of the alliance – especially paladins – whenever he could.








      For a time at least. News reached Silvermoon Kael’thas had betrayed their people. Evidence was lacking though – supposedly he’d given into demon lords. Refusing to believe this conjecture without proof, Immermnemion quickly became unpopular with many of the town. At most, he felt, the prince simply fell under a mind control bewitching of one of those demons; he did not believe the prince would willingly betray them. Instead, he felt it much more likely the magisters were simply throwing a power coup. Immermnemion had noticed upon his arrival the potency to which magic addiction commanded Elf’s lives – especially after his reprieve in Revantusk. Vowing not to accept a false kingdom, Immermnemion turned away from the battlefield directly – instead attempting to convince people they were being led astray by the magisters. However, his fanatically lawful nature and loyalist perspectives alienated him from most of the people.

      With news of a new threat in the North though, he hoped to make a fresh start to his arguments. In Silvermoon, the people listened to the propaganda of the magisters day-in, day-out, and in Outland, many were convinced the “misdeedsâ€