Ugaarastrasz the ExiledEdit
- Full Name: Ugaarastrasz the Exiled
- Gender: Male
- Height: 6' 4"
- Age: Unknown
- Race: Blood Elf / Ex - Red Dragonflight
- Class: Warlock
- Physical Description: Seen as a tall powerfully built youth, his skin was pale wheat as by the suns of the steppes... compelling all that look to glance nervously at his broad shoulders, massive chest and heavy arms. A single look at the moody, broad-browed features tell the curious he is somewhat... different. Giving off an aura, unseen yet it is as a feeling, one that lets those near him know preemptively that he is not what he seems but rather something ancient and powerful, although he seems to reserve it.
- Personality Description: Charming as he wishes, yet mostly reserved, for he has a troubled history engraved in his memories. An instinctive cruelty resides in him which he uses against all who do not acknowledge him. Vanquished, he asks no favor, and vanquishing, he shows no compassion. He is an elitist, believing in the superiority of certain qualities which not everyone posesses, some even call him racist... although there are not many who do live to say another word. However, this cruelty is unlocked only in the midst of battle; when a feeling grips him... it is not fear, but only a heightened sense of things, and then his inner self unleashes. Few have ever heard his tale, few have dared ask of his mysterious past due to the aure he unleashes which is not physical, but a sense, a kind of charisma. To him, the greatest pleasure is to vanquish his enemies and chase them before him, to rob them of their wealth and see those dear to them bathed in tears, to ride their horses and clasp to his bosom their wives and daughters.
Oh the tale of Ugaarastrasz is one that is seen most often. A tale of vengeance and power, and misunderstanding.
Once a noble dragon of the Red Dragonflight, Ugaarastrasz sought to wield the power of Alexstrasza even though he was a fledgling dragon, not even tested by battle. He had talent, he had the gift of leadership, and most of all he had courage. His peers were motivated by his rhetoric, his actions led to their amazement and eventual respect. He had unknowingly become their leader. Yet all of these weren't his concern. During his quest for power he made friends of the other dragonflights, most notably of Blue Dragonflight, to which his dearest friend Thaelenegosa belonged. From Thaelenegosa's father, who was among the highest ranking of the Blue Dragonflight, he learned to wield magic just as one of the Blue Dragonflight. Soon he had become his equal. From his own Red Dragonflight, he learned command and strenght. As he matured, he grew feelings for Thaelenegosa. He bagan courting her, to which she responded kindly and exposed the same feelings as Ugaarastrazs. However, a rival of Ugaarastrasz, Torquegos also harbored feelings for Thaelenegosa. One day he confronted Ugaarastrasz, after a fierce battle between the young dragons, Torquegos fell to the unexpected might of Ugaarastrasz. In a moment of relentless fury, Ugaarastrasz struck the weakened Torquegos, and left him in his own pool of blood. Fearing the fury of the higher dragons, he fled the company of his people. As he left, he felt no remorse, no pity for Torquegos, only with sadness in his heart that he would never see Thaelenegosa again...
In solitude, he polished his powers, he delved deep into what he already knew, and unlocked shadow. Embracing this source deep within what he had learned from the lessons that he received as an ambitious dragon from elder dragons, he turned into what he is now, a warlock. Although he still retains his enourmous powers from old, he wishes not to use them ever, even upon pain of death, for the pain of memories is an even greater torment to him. Many times he thought of his stupidity, his hunger for power, even when he had achieved the power of the Dragon Leaders as a young dragon, he gave in to his feelings.
Solitude brought him denial, he blames the elder dragons for their ignorence of his powers, for their jealousy that they had held back knowledge which may have prevented him from slaying Torquegos.
Finally, after tens of thousands of years, with his newly acquired powers he set out among the mortal races of Azeroth, as a Blood Elf, whoose struggles he had watched from his lair, with whom he had related. So he decided to share their quest for power and vengeance, believing that it will only help in his own quest...