User Profile

Roleplay journal for a World of Warcraft character(who is known as Kielann on live)
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Full Name: Requiem Rellen'thas

Race: Blood elf
Class: Priest

Age: Somewhere in his 20's, were he human
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: A pale green that borders on blue
Weight: Just enough weight to keep him healthy
Height: Average, about 5'10"

Usual Garments/Armor: Expensive robes of any flattering color, and he only wears spaulders when he's actually in battle.

Personality: Some would say he has multiple personalities. Requiem can go from sweet and soft to cruel in an instant, if there is a trigger. He craves pain in any form, whether causing it or recieving it, at least when his mood is darker.

History:

Clever clap of lighting
Flash before the sound
The dark heart is dawning
There's no one else around

Violate me like an animal
Like you always do
While the Dark heart is dawning
And the sky is as black as you

The embrace of shadows started when he met his ex lover, Asher. A sweet but evil blonde he was, drawing the deepest desire out of such an innocent boy. Down in the chamber where guardians were held in a sort of rapture, pulling energy from the enslaved Naaru. Requiem had never seen the being, and while enthralled by the embrace of pure energy, the boy's innocence was taken. Passion, love, and need gave rise to something darker inside of him.

Burning branches of synaptic fire
Surf the serotonin swells
While the dark heart is dawning
And cuts the wound that nothing quells
Impotent in your hatred
I've been cut, but never bled
Though your dark heart is dawning
This child can see a light ahead
Though I came up in it
I'm not defined by it

Years and years passed until Asher grew bored with Requiem. Spurned and forgotten, the priest went back to his studies. His trainers tried to direct the now young man in a more holy direction, supressing his desire to bring screams of pain from every happy living thing. Like a cat in a cage, those shadows paced just outside of the bounds of his psyche, latching onto whatever dark thoughts they could to pull themselves foreward again.

Since then, his hunger for the arcane has been almost impossible to sate, and Requiem has turned to other means of supressing that irresistable urge to hurt.

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