Brewzur
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| Leucian aka ‘Brewzur’ | |
|---|---|
”A pleasure to make your acquaintance…” | |
| Guild | Avenging Dawn |
| Race | Blood Elf |
| Class | Warlock |
| Faction | Horde |
| Profession(s) | Enchanter |
| Age | ?? |
| Player | User: Javawrestler |
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[edit] Description
Brewzur stands a not so menacing 5’10” inches tall, but do not underestimate him. His muscles, though toned, are not bulky in the least. Brewzur’s hair is a beautiful white-signifying his age, which no one really knows. His hair stands on end, but upon closer inspection a viewer would notice that not a single strand is out of place. His time spent in the abyss has left his skin a dark shade and his features are somewhat contorted, but to the untrained eye he appears full of life and spontaneity, his skin the color of a young blood elf magic wielder.
The man is quite obsessively compulsive when it comes to certain things. When he smiles his teeth appear perfect, but look as if there are more than there should be. He is strikingly handsome. His jaw remains very firm at all times and he looks at everyone directly in the eyes when speaking or spoken to, a trait hard to find in this day and age.
Brewzur can strike up a conversation with anyone. He is very charismatic and chivalrous especially towards the females in the closest proximity to him at the time. On more than one occasion, when the poor girl did not please him, all that remained was a charred corpse and a black rose, his signature.
If anyone were to see him in the material plane it would be either in Silvermoon City wearing his extravagant and somewhat flamboyant ceremonial robes (his modesty was left behind long ago) hitting on the somewhat attractive, by his standards, females that ever so ironically seem to fall at his feet; or directly outside the gates of Silvermoon setting the decorative plants or small animals ablaze. This mundane and horrific activity keeps him somewhat amused and helps pass the time. The only reason he resides here is to keep a watchful eye on his daughter, Leucia. He does not care for the company she keeps for they know not the ways of darkness…..the glory of the power of shadow… and he means to persuade them by any means necessary.
[edit] History
“My wife,Leucia’s mother, was a breathtakingly beautiful Blood elf. We spent many years together training in the abyss to become masters of darkness and all things malignantly related to the shadows. She was sent on a mission by one of our masters to apprehend a rogue demon by the name of Zalanoes and never returned. This event happened many years ago but to this day I do not know where or what she might be. If any creature even mentions her name in my presence I will show them a fate worse than death. I did, however, venture forth into the abyss and hunt down the demon my wife was sent to capture, Zalanoes. The tip of the staff I wield just so happens to be the skull of this elusive demon I thought responsible for my wife’s predicament. Sadly enough for the demon, he knew nothing of her fate, and was dealt with as I saw fit…..his face forever frozen in fair in a crooked smile on the tip of my weapon. I searched for decades but found nothing, not even a trace of her essence. I then went into exile into the regions of the abyss unknown. I went in one man, but came out something else. The fire that glows in my eyes and the undoubtedly evil aura that permeates every fiber of my being is a testament to the life that I have chosen to live.”
Upon returning from his exile the only creature in the cosmos that Brewzur wanted to be around was his daughter, Leucia, whom he had silenced for blasphemy spoken against the dark magic and left in the caring hands of a female troll in Durotar just outside the great Horde capital city knows as Orgrimmar. When he returned she was not there, but due to the blood pact he had made with her at birth he knew exactly where to find her, Silvermoon City, under the primitive notions of ownership being bickered about amongst the local populace of the town. They do not know that she belongs to him and no other. Brewzur has recently joined the ranks of the clan known as Avenging Dawn-his plans he has not yet made known.
[edit] Allies
Leucia- His daughter. An extremely quiet young woman. “I always said she talked too much.”
Lillyanne- This creature intrigues him. She is a young shadow priest in Avenging Dawn. Unknown to Brewzur this Lillyanne reminds him far too much of his long lost but-never-forgotten wife. He finds himself drawn to her on numerous occasions.
-The only other denizens he considers allies are the demons whose souls he controls at any given time.
