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Full Name: Cerle Kellen Maglamore
Nickname: The Wolf of Stahnbrad; Lone Wolf of the Ebon Blade
Gender: Male
Race: Forsaken Undead (Former Human)
Age: 28 at death
Place of birth: Alterac, Alterac Mountains
Class: Death Knight
Position: Knight of the Ebon Blade; Reaper of Scytheguard
Languages: Gutterspeak, Orcish, Common, some Thallassian phrases
Alignment: (Neutral) Unlike many of his fellow Death Knights, or even fellow Forsaken, Cerle sees a balance in all things. He realizes that without light there can be no shadow and without hate there can be no love. Cerle chooses to walk the razor's edge between salvation and damnation of his own accord.
Physical description: Cerle stands much straighter than many of his race and bears little if any of the usual decomposition. His skin is the light blue tone of one who has been exposed to the cold for a very long time, though his body often seems to emit a strange warmth in addition to the chill usually present in a Death Knight. Cerle's features are pleasant and well proportioned, some would say handsome, even though he has a patch made of borean leather concealing much of his lower face. Ice blue eyes glow with an intense, almost sad, light beneath his brows. His dark hair is long and unbound.
Cerle's frame is strong yet thin, almost as if he had stopped eating long ago. He is usually encased in the black saronite plates of a Knight of the Ebon Blade, though he often wears a less restrictive set when working at the forge. A naked runeblade is perpetually slung over his shoulder, a two-handed broadsword almost as tall as he is by the name of Ataxia.
Quite often Cerle will have a lit cigarette in his mouth, an old habit from life he still clings to. The sweetly acrid odor of dried silverleaf and peacebloom clings to him like a cloak.
When he speaks, the Death Knight's voice is deep and sonorous.
Personality: Cerle is more often than not the silent observer, taking in the goings on of the world around him with an almost infinite level of patience. Many of the details of his former lives were lost during his conversion to Death Knighthood and as such he has a slightly unsettling curiosity about much of the world, especially about things others take for granted. The Death Knight doesn't have many social graces and can be a bit brusque and improper when dealing with others he doesn't know.
Even so, Cerle often picks up on things about others that they try to keep hidden, especially regarding emotional scarring. A hard life, a wretched first undeath, and forced servitude in his second have given the man a great deal of clarity in regards to what makes people tick.
Cerle knows that he is a living weapon, a fact that he is reminded of constantly by the whispers of his runeblade. However he has a very strong desire to protect others.
Combat Tactics: Cerle specializes in the manipulation of blood runes, the magical engravings on Ataxia that enable him to control the vitae of himself and his enemies. As such, Cerle has little fear of wading into combat, confident that his powers will heal him of any injury. He shows particular abandon when defending something important to him.
Weaknesses: Cerle's main weakness is himself. The Death Knight is highly introspective most of the time, and as such he can miss things that other people would find totally obvious. He also struggles with reaching out for what he truly wants, as he fears he might bring that person pain or harm.
Special Possessions: Cerle's primary possession is Ataxia, his runeblade. Ataxia is semi-sentient, capable of communicating emotions through pulses, vibrations, or temperature changes. The blade is female, and has a selfish and acerbic personality. Cerle would say the blade acts like a shrewish older sister.
Beneath his breastplate and over his heart Cerle keeps an engraved pewter flask that he fills with volatile rum. He also keeps a small lighter of gnomish design in a belt pouch at all times.
Origin: Cerle Kellen Maglamore was born the only child of Adairc and Perrielle Maglamore of Alterac. Adairc was perhaps the most renowned swordsmith in the small mountain kingdom, known far and wide for his artistry with steel. Young Cerle would spend many a day at his father's forge, watching each unique weapon take shape almost magically in the smith's hands. Life was quiet for a time, until the leaders of Alterac chose to side with the orcs during the Second War. The Alliance of Lordaeron, enraged at the betrayal, completely decimated Alterac to the last man. Adairc, suspecting what would happen, had sent his wife and son north to Stahnbrad to keep them safe.
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