Draik Arcantis
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[edit] Draik Arcantis
[edit] The Seeker of the Magics
| Draik Arcantis | |
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| Guild | The Imperial Dawn |
| Race | Human |
| Class | Warlock (Formerly an Archmage of the Kirin Tor) |
| Faction | Under the Alliance, but declares no true Faction. |
| Profession(s) | Herbalist/Alchemist |
| Age | 48 |
| Player | User:Pie_Master |
[edit] Physical Description
Draik's eyes seem to pulsate with Rage, you can feel a dark aura about him. You see a scar from his Rapier across his left cheek, another vertically over his eye from some sort of Dagger. He has a massive scar diagonally ascending across his back from his lower left waist to his right shoulder. His left hand occasionally becoming fully enveloped in a Dark Purple Aura. His gaze seems to drill a hole into you, almost as if he were to lash out at any given moment, with complete disregard of his, or your own safety.
Eye Color: Deep, Entrancing Brown
Hair Color: Graying
[edit] Personality
Draik is wise old man, but also a very violent being. He takes a grand pleasure of mentally incapacitating living things, and the arts of Death. He, therefore, is very destructive. He shouldn't be taken lightly as he's killed many a foe in the past, and will not hesitate to strike a threat down. His sadistic nature doesn't stop there, oh no... He's gone so far as to wipe the very conscious being from a person, leaving a husk there. A mindless being of sorts. ((A picture will be given at a later time.))
[edit] History
Draik's life has been the classic example of the old saying "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." Only every single batch of lemonade made ended up causing food poisoning.
Draik's personality, lack of trust for others, and strange attraction to violence are all influenced by his earlier life.
Abandoned in the bushes outside of Dalaran, he was found as an infant by a guard to the Arcane kingdom. He was taken into the orphanage for about a week, when the Archmagister, Antonidas, was asked to come inspect the infant. The man came to the humble orphanage of the city, to look at an abandoned infant. Antonidas did not adopt the child as much as he saw to it he was treated accordingly. He ensured the young boy had every opportunity to succeed in the Arcane, Draik never learned this for many years.
Draik was a very calm and quiet child, always hanging back, never socializing. From a young age Draik learned to write, always keeping a log on current events. He practically lived in the libraries of Dalaran. A very well-read child. Draik's life took a turn for the better when at the age of 8, he was to begin the study of the Arcane.
For most subjects, Draik was an exceedingly average student. He was conjuring Fireballs when the class was conjuring them, he was firing Frostbolts when the class was as well. But, there was one area Draik excelled in, one that few did. The Arcane. Draik was communicating with creatures and people while the class was just learning to fire their first Arcane missiles. His grasp on the Arcane was extraordinary. "The other children are busy learning how to set bushes aflame, and freeze water. Good for them. I'm learning how to make somebody do it for me!" Was a small quote from Draik's long since destroyed journal from childhood.
Around the age of 12, the students started learning more on manipulation with the Arcane, as opposed to sheer destruction as is customary with the elemental arts. Draik was fascinated with what he saw. He craved more. He desired more, he had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge in this subject, without it, he was nothing. Draik sought more knowledge, he was well aware he had not reached his limits when he was stopped by one of his instructors. Told that if he were to proceed he would be "Delving into what is frowned upon by the Kirin Tor, it's best if you stick to what you're told. It will all come in due time." Draik was a stubborn child however, he would awaken by night and creep towards the libraries, he stole several books which he hid in his dorm that were to only be read by moonlight.
He learned things that changed his whole outlook on the arts. He read stories of mages erasing the identity of someone from their person, mentally crippling enemies, causing death with the flick of a finger by ripping the tissues of the brain. Draik was in shock and awe at how destructive a seemingly innocent ability could be. No more was he 'Master of the Trivial' considered "Too inept to succeed where it counts." Draik had a seemingly immense edge against the other students. He would later use these very abilities to master the Orcish language, and become not only a leader of an army, but a powerful and ruthless interrogator.
"The pen is mightier than the sword." Is a good quote to use to describe this.
Draik's teenage years consisted of learning minor tools of destruction in the arts of the Flame and Frost. His Arcane studies continued as well, the class learning how to conjure foods, how to blast opponents backward, how to hurl spears of energy from one's hands at their opponent. Draik's own studies by nightfall also continued, he began testing them out on the various forest inhabitants.
Draik's life continued in that manner until he met an Elven woman, of the Quel'Dorei (High Elves). Draik had been smitten. Their lives intertwined for several years, Draik had even been contemplating marriage. On one night however, Draik was out on a nocturnal walk when he encountered what would fuel his hate for the Elven people for the rest of his life. His love had been seeing another. "She was an ignorant fool! I could've supplied her with far more than that disgusting piece of work could've. Did she not take our relationship seriously? No matter. I'm taking it into my own hands. Tonight when those two go out to have their fun together, one of them won't be coming back." Was a quote from Draik's journal.
"I did indeed find them in the exact same spot. What I did was absolutely pleasing! I tapped into her little toy's mind and spewed every vulgarity and insult I could at her, then I had him strike her in the face with his fist! She ran off, tears in her eyes. I sent the toy to the floor, at which point I came out of the thick underbrush and looked him square in the eyes. 'So, apparently you thought that it was ok what you did? Didn't you? Well, i'm here to say otherwise. Your grand 'Master of the Trivial' is here to fix everything.' I glared at him. He actually mustered up the courage to reply to! What a feisty one he was! 'You, you're weak! You couldn't do that! You won't even send frost raining from the heavens in our elemental mastery classes!' He got up and brushed his robe off, he stared at me, laughing slightly. He threw a punch at me, I merely lifted my hand up and sent his down in a cringe of pain. Manipulation is joyous fun. He stared at me, shocked. He apparently thought I didn't see the small glow of fire in his left hand, ready to set my robe aflame. I grasped him by the temple and thrust him backward, he toppled to the ground. I tapped into his mind and completely crushed his nervous system. He was an immobile vegetable barely clinging to life. I dragged him off for what felt like at least 5 leagues, I left him in a thick clump of bushes to die of starvation while he thought in silence about how much of a waste his life was."
That was Draik's journal entry for the next day, his thoughts distraught and his world stretched beyond its limits, Draik bottled it up inside and used it to fuel his studies. "That worthless piece of garbage Elf. I went up to her, laughed at the bruise on her face. Told her to get the hell out of my sight. I suppose she knew I found out about her little 'affair' with the now dying little boy."
Draik was hardly the 'Master of the Trivial' as the children called him. Out of his graduating class, he was one of two to ascend to the title of Archmagi, a very high honor.
Draik taught more advanced students the arts of the Arcane. Always keeping his secretive studies from childhood, hidden. Now seeing as how he was an Archmage, he was free to read as he wished, though it was still looked down upon to be studying such awful tools of torture.
Draik taught for many years at the Arcane University.
When the first talk of vile, red Orcs spawning in Azeroth from a gate of evil reached the city of Dalaran, Draik was the first to research it further. He was a sponge for knowledge.
Then came a time later throughout the Second War when a call to arms was initiated in Dalaran. Draik looked at the list of Archmagi and Generals being sent out to aid the troops. On that list, the masters of the different elements, and their classes, were listed accordingly. Draik read this "Arcane Mages to arms: Draik Arcantis, Archmagi and master of the Arcane" along with a few other notable names on the list, towards the bottom were lists of the classes, of course, Draik's was to be sent to war itself as well.
"They're sending us off to fight uncivilized beasts. Our five year olds should be able to kill such dumb creatures. No matter, we'll massacre them."
Draik was stationed in the Burning Steppes along with some of the finest Mages and Swordsmen availible to the army. They were on a losing streak, their forces being decimated by the mysterious deathly magic of their Orcish Death Knights. Then luck struck, they pushed the Orcs back towards the now titled Blackrock Mountain. Draik was instructed to take charge of his very students, whom were his lifeblood. He regretted sending them to war, it struck a heartstring to see them risk their lives. He immediately taught the students a bit more on the Arcane he had shadowed for his own reputation, they were soon to be avid in the arts of manipulation, though not nearly to the point Draik was.
They would fight for quite a while when it became apparent Draik wasn't killing the Orcs at all, he was merely probing them. One of the boastful generals defined Draik as a "Spineless coward not worth using in the army." As mere grunts in the army knew little more than where they themselves were attacking, and their native language. Draik slowly mastered the Orcish language, become as fluent in it as his own tongue. He approached the general and stared him blankly in the face. At which point he recited every single insult in the Orcish language right to his face, then telepathically informed the general of his subtle successes. The general, fearing for his own safety, never spoke to Draik again.
There came a time at which Draik was to separate from the rest of the army, taking his students and a small troop of soldiers with them. They were to march around and flank a small Death Knight camp at which some important intelligence resided. "My students are infallible. We will succeed for the good of Dalaran, and each return home with a story to tell."
Draik proceeded as according to plan. They reached the outskirts of the camp within a day. At night they were to attack. Draik had sent the soldiers ahead with himself, he told his students to bombard the camp with every spell they knew to tear the Orcs to pieces. Arcane Bolts, Frost, and Flames flew towards the camp. But unlike the other battles they had been in, it wasn't successful. As Draik and the troops charged forward at least a dozen Death Knights came galloping in behind his students, Draik was powerless against so many of them. They, following the same principles as Draik did, did not have a code of "honor" when utilizing magics, they merely hurled their coils of darkness at their foes and watched them fall. Draik watched with tears coming from his eyes as his whole lifeblood was decimated.
The troops at his disposal were a bit more successful, as was Draik once he focused himself. They tore apart the grunts at the front line of the camp before doing an about face to counter the Death Knights charging towards them. Swordsman after swordsman fell, Draik trying to aid them as much as he could, before they could kill six Death Knights half the platoon was dead. They just kept coming. No fear of death at all whatsoever.
Draik was left purposefully to be the last killed, surrounded on all sides by Death Knights. He was hit with an incapacitating blow and remembers nothing else of it all.
Draik awoke in a wooden cage inside of a small hut with a young Orc guarding his exit. When he awoke he found himself sapped of power, severely weakened. They had put a Hex on him so he could do nothing with his Arcane magics. So, Draik took the dirty man's way out and shouted vulgarities mixed in with requests for an intelligent prison guard at the Orc. Of course in Orcish. The young Orc was boiling with rage when an elderly Orc of the clan came in and removed him of his duty. He was replaced by his elder for a majority of Draik's capture.
Draik spoke little with the old Orc at first, only staring at him once in a while. When one day Draik was listening in, he heard the other Orcs berating him with their words. He was demoted to guarding the prisoner by their Chieftain. A powerful master of the Shadow. Draik could sympathize with the old man in a way, they quickly befriended each other.
"So you're a Warlock, my old friend, are you?" Draik had asked him. "Indeed I am, though these men lack respect for their elders. A shame, really." The Orc had replied. The Orc's name was Ar'tish Blackrock, a member of the Blackrock clan. "I'd love to get back at those menacing bastards." Ar'tish uttered. "I'd help you, but this Hex on me has drained my power from me in all forms." Draik replied. "As much as I'd like to, I cannot. But I can teach you what I know of the arts of the Shadow. Perhaps within a few weeks you may learn how to remove your ailment. I've not heard your word "Hex" before, but i'm assuming it means something on par with our word of "Curse"." Ar'tish commented. "Forgive me, but the only ailments such as this I've come by are the Hexes of the Forest Trolls. A beastly race here, really. Savages."
Over the next few weeks Ar'tish taught Draik everything he knew. Until a day came where one of the other Orcs overheard their conversation. He told their Chieftan the next day of it, he ordered Ar'tish killed, minced, and fed to the Dragons. Ar'tish came dashing into the small hut Draik was located in. "My good friend, they have found out about us! I have not taught you all that I know, let alone how to abolish that curse. I will hurry, my friend." Ar'tish hastily spoke. "Very well my friend." Draik replied. Within 10 seconds Draik felt his power return to him, but by the time this had occured the other Orcs had made it into the hut. One of the Death Knights shot an incapacitating spell at Draik, rendering him unconscious in the haze of the chaos. Ar'tish looked at him and said "Draik, make sure when you're done with it all, don't forget to kill a few for me." then Draik fell unconscious. Of course, Draik awakening and still with his power, would then assume that the other Orcs didn't actually hear that comment. Apparently being Ar'tish knew how to communicate telepathically. Draik was amazed at how much Ar'tish knew. These people were far from the savages he thought they were, at least, the educated ones.
Draik spent but one more day in captivity. That night, the guard to his cage was sent reeling to the floor, Draik burst down the crude wall of the cage and ruthlessly slaughtered the unfortunate grunt. Draik proceeded outside, he was maddened, he used the newfound skills in the Flame and Shadow his deceased friend taught him, in conjunction with his knowledge of the Arcane to insure the immolation of the Orcs. The small camp was in flames. Even Death Knights lay on the ground, dead. Draik felt a newfound power in his abilities. Draik was walking off in the direction he had tried to assault from on that unfaithful night, months ago.
Draik did an about face to find the monstrously large chieftain of their camp standing there. He was at least three and a half heads taller than the average Orc, and towered over Draik. Draik hurled everything he had left at the Chieftain, the Chieftain did likewise.
They were at a stalemate when Draik paused. The Chieftain lifted his axe high into the air, yelled some words in the Demonic tongue (that Draik would come to learn later on) and his axe began glowing a bright green. He hurled the axe at Draik, it clawed deep into the skin on Draik's back, then fell down to the ground. The axe stopped glowing, and the Chieftain dropped dead on the ground.
((More to come soon!))
[edit] Quotes
"Well, you have two options here, death, or a slow and painful removal of the Soul."
"I don't kill for Honor, I don't kill for justice! I kill for sheer enjoyment!"
"My duty as the Imperial Lord is to ensure you men do not get injured in battle, nor feel the sting of loss of those closest to you, as I have once before."
"Elune you say? Kill me you say? Have you been reading Children's Books again? Or are you just a good fictional author?"
"Well it seems i'm going to kill you now, enjoy!"
"Look, can we make this quick? I've things to kill."
"I have more important things to do than listen to your inane blather..... Like.... Killing."
"Kill anything notable today?"
[edit] Affiliations
Draik has been in contact with The Kirin Tor in the past, along with the Army of Lordaeron. And currently has ties in The Imperium and the dealings of The Slaughtered Lamb.
((More to be added at a later time.))
