Elanderik Que'tinasi (Elek)

[Elanderik]

Common Name: Elek Serano Quentin
Elven Name: Elanderik Seravin Que'tinasi
Title: Knight-Lord (Blood Knight, Trainer)
Class: Blood Knight
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Languages: Fluent - Thalassian, Fluent - Orcish, Good - Common, Fair - Darnassian

Physical Description:

Height: 6'2
Weight: 180 lb
Gender: Male
Race: Elf (Sin'dorei)
Age: 195
Notable Physical Features: Long, fiery red hair

Place of residence: Not publicly known

Place of Birth: Quel'thalas

Known Relatives:
Elrioch (Half-Brother, missing, presumed dead)
Illithiriel Que'tinasi (Sister, presently goes by the nickname "Saelyth")

Known Past and/or Present Romantic Interests:
Nealaa (Kaldorei)
Rosalynd Du Coudray (Sin'dorei)
Xaraphyne Nawe (Troll)
Lady Soa Aluune (Sin'dorei)

Religion/Philosophy:
"Victory, through any means necessary."
"I have pledged my hand in this; I will not leave until it is finished."

Occupation: Knight-Lord (Retired)
Guild Rank: Supplicant

Known Associates:
Alliance of Lordaeron (Prior)
Elanderik's long absence and only recent return has not provided enough evidence of any new or enduring associations with others yet.

Known Nemesis:
None presently

Special Skills: Blacksmith, Jewelcrafter
Positive Personality Traits: Compassionate, Determined, Dedicated
Negative Personality Traits: Stubborn, Vengeful

History before The Grim:

As any High Elf, Elek was no stranger to the thirst for Magic and the undying desire to wield it as his own. In a society where Magi were common, he held the want to set his own path and break away from the cookie cutter replicas an idle society was generating. To him, his application to the ranks of the Silver Hand seemed the ideal solution.

Elek has spent the majority of his life as a Paladin, adhering to the codes and teachings. The years since the Siege of Silvermoon marked a period of strenuous recuperation to mend the wounds he had sustained. Additionally, it was the sheer brutality of the assault, coupled with the fall of Silvermoon and the deaths of the bulk of his remaining family members that had shaken his faith, leading to the severance of his ties to the Light. Many of those first few months had threatened to consume him in his hunger for magic, a long lingering curse since the destruction of the original Well of Eternity made worse with the corruption of the Sunwell by the Burning Legion.

Either by chance or by fate, he has endured the pains and sufferings, rising up once again to forge his path anew. With the return of Kael'thas and the new ties to to the magics he brought, his want for power had found a new means of satisfaction. It was more than just irony when he lent his services to the Blood Knights. Power by force of will, rather than faith. A twisted perversion of what it meant to be a Paladin. At first, the thought unsettled him as a stark contrast to the indoctrination his prior career had instilled. In time, and mostly in realization of the world's horrors along with his undying thirst and the weakening it was causing, such quandaries were lost and simply pushed aside to be ignored. Despite this, there are times when he cannot help but feel as if he has betrayed himself, his beliefs... those old memories of his vows that he had chosen to cast aside. He ultimately justified it to himself as simply what was needed to ensure the survival of Silvermoon and the elven race. Having prior knowledge of the Light and how it worked served to assist him in efforts to quickly rise within the ranks, accomplishing in far shorter times the same tasks that took several times as long for many others.

The time and experience since then has not simple, and often unpleasant. An event a few years prior known as the Curse of Accalia had subjected Elek to a curse that was tailored to Blood Elves, specifically targeting Blood knights for the most effect. The immediate result was a rapid draining of his mana (and loss of the haze to his eyes). Secondary to the low mana state was a weakening to his willpower as he struggled to maintain control from the side effects of the elven addiction to magic, opening him to the supernatural suggestion from Accalia herself.

Unfortunately the Mark's sinister nature inspired and intensified aggression and could send its victims on rampages or frenzies. He lashed out against his friends, injuring at least a dozen who attempted to bar and restrain him, all in a rampant desire to 'feed' on new mana. For a while after a frantic and hasty journey to Dire Maul, Elek's eyes glowed with a brilliant blue, brighter in intensity than typically seen among Quel'dorei.

It remains suspected that Dire Maul is an arcane focus, an area where ley lines converge and a natural place in which magic gathered. Enriched by the workings of the Shen'dralar under Tortheldrin, the mana freely flowing was eagerly drawn and absorbed by the magic-drained (arguably starved) Blood Knight. While nothing had changed about Elek's philosophy regarding tapping into mana sources, he had managed to avoid drawing energy from the demon-stones seen around Quel'thalas, and in doing so, avoided reacquiring the green haze to his eyes for some time.

During the apex of the Curse, Elek had sustained himself largely on a handful of mana crystals he had gathered in his journey to Dire Maul. While the crystals lasted, he was able to not only maintain the blue glow to his eyes, but resist the Call of Accalia (the Curse/Mark). As the supply began to wear out, he started showing oddities to his behavior as witnessed by the friends around him, namely the trolless Xaraphyne. She and Elek had both attributed it to stress in the face of such a dire situation and did not put much time into looking into it further. Over time, he became more aggressive and impulsive, brash and reckless, far too eager to throw himself into a fight even if his chances for success or surviving where slim at best.

Some moonlit nights even triggered another change within him, actually forcing his body to warp and shift into the form of a worgen (this happened to all Sin'dorei characters in the RP who were affected and marked with the Curse). During this time, the victims performed under Accalia's direct instruction, often leaving blood, death and sorrow in their wake, unknown to their own knowledge. Elek, along with the warlock Videlle, were able to resist Accalia's instruction on several occasions and maintain their own mentality in their bestial forms. Each had tried to use this newfound power against the Curse's creator, though both failed to take the enemy down alone.

As time dragged on, Elek's condition deteriorated further. He became increasingly cryptic and secretive, more so once he heard word that the Curse he had been trying so hard to stop had reached Silvermoon, sending the city into an uproar. Tailored to most affect the Blood Knights, they inadvertently caused the most damage, some transforming into Worgen themselves while others simply went on violent frenzies, striking down and often killing those around them in the search for arcane magic. The outbreak was contained and the Knights involved subdued, though even as recovery seemed hopeful, twelve of the stricken knights were consequentially murdered in their sleep by a Quel'dorei Ranger, one Elek came later to discover as Tassha.

Enraged over the news and frustrated over a self-perceived sense of betrayal from his friends (for they seemed only interested in protecting Tassha in the spirit of 'redemption' or 'reform'), Elek came to the encampment where Thorragar kept the elven woman, ultimately kidnapping her after a confrontation with the old orc who had taken the role of her guardian. While in his captivity, Elek took the girl back to the Eastern Kingdoms and through Eversong, southward on and into the ravaged ruins of still-burning Stratholme. His mistreatment of her knew few bounds, subjecting her to a litany of abuse until she had eventually told him everything she knew about the Curse, about Accalia, even about the Curse's creator, Sinaku.

Subdued by her compliance to his every demand, the effects of his rage gradually faded, bringing back his awareness and an overwhelming feeling of guilt in light of what he had done. In a stoic silence, he cleaned her up, tended to her wounds and injuries, then returned her back to Thorragar's keeping with hardly a word and an unwavering refusal to explain what happened.

Elek participated in the final confrontation against Sinaku at Xaraphyne's side, overcoming the Curse's creator along with the help of many others. In the aftermath, Elek and Xaraphyne had drawn emotionally close to one another despite the expectations and commitments either may have held elsewhere. However, still suffering the effects of the Mark and harboring the guilt of his actions, Elek had slowly become recluse, even drifting away from the trolless and those around him.

In hopes of refocusing his life, he renewed his commitments to Silvermoon and actively increased his duties as a Knight-Lord. Through rumor and observation, he came to learn about Rosalynd Du Coudray - a Grim at the time (who he had learned has since then fallen unfavorably out of the ranks). His initial thoughts about her was that she was reckless and unrefined when out on the field of battle. While she possessed great spirit and held no fear for facing her opponents, she was far too volatile and would most certainly find herself a quick and careless death without guidance. Elek's personal promise to the Lady Liandrin to train and instruct the Knights through "any means necessary" rang within his mind and set him on he course he took with the woman.

Taking Rosalynd under his wing, he quickly came to discover the easiest way to capture her attention. She was, in a sense, heartbroken and searching. Rosalynd, through his observation, had significant feelings and desires for another man and a history of bad turns and false becomings that left her looking for a person who could hold the qualities she admired most. It was from this, where he personally accompanied her to Arathi and Warsong, fighting in the eternal conflicts where she could bear witness to the extent of his prowess. She was awed and inspired, as he had suspected, quickly clinging to him as he began to offer signs of compassion and affection.

The entire relationship started as a lie meant only to better her as a Blood Knight, to strengthen her resolve, her conviction... to burn away her weaknesses and refine her into an efficient, unquestioning servant for Quel'thalas.

For awhile, he had found his mind torn between two extremes. On one had, he argued with himself that everything he was doing was wrong, a total perversion of all of the values he has ever known. On the other, he chided himself that his old ways were weak and pathetic, unfit to hold his position and unworthy of any respect. Elek had come to understand more clearly the distinct differences between the things he had done before compared with his recent history. The part of him that clung onto his past recoiled in horror at the thoughts of how he has been manipulating Rosalynd, while his darker half kept him from being honest any time in which she asked for the truth, falling instead to share only what he believed she desired to hear. While it was true that she had appealed to his 'good side' and certainly was well on her way to becoming everything to him as she had thought he was to her, it was that other, malicious half of him that simply didn't let it happen.

Perhaps it was that darker side that pushed him to interact with her rival, another at-the-time Grim by name of Cessily. There was never any degree of friendship felt between the two, but her tenacity in combat proved her to be a decent companion in the sands of the Arena, leaving the pair to be seen together regularly, photographed by the goblins on numerous occasion, and ultimately word and suspicion made it back to Rosalynd. He fully suspected it was Cessily who had pushed things to a more 'personal' level as a means of attacking at the heart of the other woman, a detail that appealed to the darker side of the Sin'dorei Blood Knight. There were times, even in sex, where he literally had his hands around her throat, times that he noted where she became utterly pliant and subservient - even to the point of begging.

Eventually, Cessily drove the wedge between Elek and Rosalynd to fully end their association (largely cutting ties with the elf herself afterwards). For the most, he'd not seen much of either woman until he was invited to the tournament games coordinated by Cristok. While he never won as champion in the games, each of his fights proved to be a good show, often stirring surprised conversation in a time where Paladins and Blood Knights were largely considered ineffective on a one-on-one basis. He had defeated enemies against expectation and provided tense matches even to the most seasoned mages, earning invitations personally from Cristok to participate any time. His most memorable match had been one where he faced Rosalynd's new lover, another Sin'Dorei Blood Knight by name of Aest who had specialized in Holy magics and was favored to win over the two-handed hammer-wielding Elek. While the fighting had traditionally been limited to 5 minutes, the two elves battled on for nearly twenty. It was a back and forth match that not a soul had dared to interrupt, even as the time limit came and went. In the end, Elek had forced Aest to a knee right before Rosalynd's eyes.

Not much is known publicly about what happened with Elek following the height of the Lich King's reign and the assaults on Icecrown Citadel. There was rumor and speculation that he had died, sightings here and there on random intervals, but never anything consistent nor in the same place. It was several years later and well after the Cataclysm before he surfaced once again, late in the newest strife that gripped the world, but redetermined and focused on his want and desire to face it head on. In his experience, there hadn't been anything that had felt consistent among the Horde, save one exception: The Grim.

[Elanderik]

As part of his Trial of Combat, Elek began searching for some of the stronger foes of Azeroth. His eyes set upon a Zandalari Warbringer located on a small island in the Nayeli Lagoon.

His engagement of the enemy went straight forwards, but remained a precarious balance between assault and recovery. The Warbringers posses many tricks that make them fearsome opponents and often only engaged in groups. Alone, Elek had no allies to fall upon for help.

Falling orbs of fire, vengeful spirits, and the ability to set the very ground before them alight with the power of thunder could make even the strongest, bravest fighters flee in fear and terror. Regardless, the Sin'dorei Blood-Knight continued on, keeping his enemy in his sights.

But, as the fight waged on, the elf persevered, whittling down his adversary a bit at a time. It was discipline that kept him focused on his goal and ensured he remained light on his feet. A mistaken move or badly timed reaction would have meant failure in an instant.

Towards the end, the Warbringer of the Zandalari let out a terriby cry that rattled with an almost supernatural feel. It had shaken the elf for a few moments, threatening an upset. When it was done, the troll lay dead; defeated and knocked from his mount to lay upon the sands of the island.

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