Player Name: Leareth Personal Journal: N/A E-mail: dark_lord_leareth@yahoo.com AIM/MSN: Emp Leareth (AIM Timezone: Central Standard (USA) Current Characters in Route: Twilight Sparkle (friendyousohard
Character Name: Illidan Stormrage Series: Warcraft Timeline:Immediately post Frozen Throne. Canon Resource Links: Wowwiki’s page.
Personality:
Illidan is… complicated. Brash, eager, hotheaded, reckless, determined, cunning, and ruthless are all words that could easily be used to describe him, but there’s much more to him even beyond all of that.
At his core, Illidan is a man who is torn between three principle desires that all too often come into conflict. He wants to be recognized, admired, and praised as a hero. He wants power, and he has a specific taste for the power of magic . And the one he’d be least willing to admit, but that shapes him as much as the other two, is his need to be accepted for who he is, not just for what he can do. He’s had precious little fulfillment of the first and third desires in his life, due both to his own hotheadedness and his attachment to the second. Due in no small part to his constant failure to inform others of his plans (which tend to be grandiose and feature him as the principle player, unsurprisingly) plus his addiction to power, he tends to get earfuls often, and lose friends and even family when they don’t see things as he does.
Because of this, as well as ten thousand years of memories as a prisoner for a crime he will never agree even deserved punishment, Illidan is also very, very bitter. He’s far from eager to open up to anyone, he tends to be a loner, and he dislikes having to rely on others, though being put in a leadership position can mollify that. Despite all this, he’s not completely unable to make friends and allies. If they share a common cause and especially if they remind him of himself, Illidan can in fact be a very good friend, provider, and leader to anyone who might be in need of his help.
In all, Illidan is a dangerous foe and almost as dangerous an ally. He’s unpredictable, arrogant, self-centered and even cruel at times, but he does have a heart and the capacity for empathy. By and large, what side of him surfaces depends largely on how he’s treated, and what type of people surround him.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths: Quick-thinking and clever schemes are Illidan’s bread and butter. They may be grandiose and overdramatic, but his plans are usually based in sound logic and unless outside forces he hadn’t counted on interfere, they would usually actually work. He’s also determined to an almost insane degree, a natural leader if given the opportunity, and very, very good at survival.
Weaknesses: Arrogance. Easily Illidan’s biggest weak point is his enormous ego. His shortsightedness and eagerness to rush into conflict does not help. At all. Also, his insistance on self-reliance and his lack of ability to consider other people’s points of view tends to lead to him taking actions that alienate those around him, and all too often he can’t even fathom why. There’s also the fact that he’s blind, but he’s honed his other senses so well that this barely qualifies at this point.
Pokémon Information Affiliation: Trainer Starter: Gible. Password: Raspberry Lemonade
Samples First Person Sample:
No magic. No matter what I try, no matter how hard I make the attempt, I cannot activate even the slightest cantrip.
This. Is. Unacceptable. This world is populated by hundreds of tiny creatures able to use numerous powerful abilities, but none of my spells work! It’s as if the whole world was designed to make those who live in it feel defenseless!
Humans are such a weak species to begin with, but at least they are usually capable of more than this. Is this the result of dozens of generations of relying on these beasts, these “Pokemon” to fight for them? How utterly pathetic.
[He lets out a loud, outraged growl, then shakes his head.] The one saving grace is that I believe this world is so far away from anything I know that even Kil’Jaeden could never find it. What the Legion could do to this world… It would be all too easy, and no one here could even defend themselves.
[He stares at his Gible, who stares back for a few moments before leaping at him and biting his arm. Illidan looks at Azzinoth , or rather in his general direction, as he, of course, can’t see him, with mild irritation before plucking him off.]
And you are not helping. I hope you grow in power as quickly as this device says you should. The dragons of my world were far more fearsome.
[Azzinoth squacks back at him, and with a grumble, Illidan sets him down and switches off his gear with his other hand.]
Third Person Sample:
He had been warned countless times about the dangers of leaving the town. “Don’t go into the tall grass!” “Look out for wild Pokemon!” “Keep your own Pokemon with you for protection!”
While annoying, the constant concerns had given him the first pleasant thought he’d had since his arrival. That maybe there would be something resembling a true challenge out there. He couldn’t expect something as fearsome as a Legion soldier or a Scourge ghoul, but without his weapons and magic, he wasn’t really in any position to take either of those on anyway.
He should have known when he entered the route that he was expecting too much of this world. First of all, the “tall grass” was only about up to his waist. Now, granted, he was exceptionally tall for this world, it seemed, though much shorter than he’d been back on his own, but it was still a disappointment.
Second, as he trumped along with his little companion behind him, it became rather obvious that the path was not only very straight, with only a few necessary detours around large trees and steep ledges, it was also absurdly simple to follow. Even without the benefit of sight, he had no problems following it.
The third thing that told him that any hope for a decent fight was completely pointless was when he finally met his first wild Pokemon. He felt the creature before he heard it, the grass rustling against him in a way that the wind would not have caused. Dropping into a guard pose, he awaited an attack.
It didn’t take long. The grass parted as a small creature hurled itself towards him. Illidan clenched his fists tightly and sidestepped, aiming a punch at the attacker. The blow connected easily, and Illidan felt fur, whiskers, and a face that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt was that of a… rodent.
He was being attacked by an overgrown rat.
With a snarl of irritation, he struck the creature again while it was recovering from his first blow, and sent it rolling end over end. He paused, waiting for it to get up and continue the fight, but it did no such thing.
Growling in irritation, Illidan tossed his head back and yelled at the sky.
“Is this what I’ve been reduced to?”
He was not looking forward to this journey. Not. At. All.
Illidan Stormrage| Warcraft
Name: Leareth
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: dark_lord_leareth@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN: Emp Leareth (AIM
Timezone: Central Standard (USA)
Current Characters in Route:
Twilight Sparkle (
Character
Name: Illidan Stormrage
Series: Warcraft
Timeline:Immediately post Frozen Throne.
Canon Resource Links:
Wowwiki’s page.
Personality:
Illidan is… complicated. Brash, eager, hotheaded, reckless, determined, cunning, and ruthless are all words that could easily be used to describe him, but there’s much more to him even beyond all of that.
At his core, Illidan is a man who is torn between three principle desires that all too often come into conflict. He wants to be recognized, admired, and praised as a hero. He wants power, and he has a specific taste for the power of magic . And the one he’d be least willing to admit, but that shapes him as much as the other two, is his need to be accepted for who he is, not just for what he can do. He’s had precious little fulfillment of the first and third desires in his life, due both to his own hotheadedness and his attachment to the second. Due in no small part to his constant failure to inform others of his plans (which tend to be grandiose and feature him as the principle player, unsurprisingly) plus his addiction to power, he tends to get earfuls often, and lose friends and even family when they don’t see things as he does.
Because of this, as well as ten thousand years of memories as a prisoner for a crime he will never agree even deserved punishment, Illidan is also very, very bitter. He’s far from eager to open up to anyone, he tends to be a loner, and he dislikes having to rely on others, though being put in a leadership position can mollify that. Despite all this, he’s not completely unable to make friends and allies. If they share a common cause and especially if they remind him of himself, Illidan can in fact be a very good friend, provider, and leader to anyone who might be in need of his help.
In all, Illidan is a dangerous foe and almost as dangerous an ally. He’s unpredictable, arrogant, self-centered and even cruel at times, but he does have a heart and the capacity for empathy. By and large, what side of him surfaces depends largely on how he’s treated, and what type of people surround him.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths: Quick-thinking and clever schemes are Illidan’s bread and butter. They may be grandiose and overdramatic, but his plans are usually based in sound logic and unless outside forces he hadn’t counted on interfere, they would usually actually work. He’s also determined to an almost insane degree, a natural leader if given the opportunity, and very, very good at survival.
Weaknesses: Arrogance. Easily Illidan’s biggest weak point is his enormous ego. His shortsightedness and eagerness to rush into conflict does not help. At all. Also, his insistance on self-reliance and his lack of ability to consider other people’s points of view tends to lead to him taking actions that alienate those around him, and all too often he can’t even fathom why. There’s also the fact that he’s blind, but he’s honed his other senses so well that this barely qualifies at this point.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Gible.
Password: Raspberry Lemonade
Samples
First Person Sample:
No magic. No matter what I try, no matter how hard I make the attempt, I cannot activate even the slightest cantrip.
This. Is. Unacceptable. This world is populated by hundreds of tiny creatures able to use numerous powerful abilities, but none of my spells work! It’s as if the whole world was designed to make those who live in it feel defenseless!
Humans are such a weak species to begin with, but at least they are usually capable of more than this. Is this the result of dozens of generations of relying on these beasts, these “Pokemon” to fight for them? How utterly pathetic.
[He lets out a loud, outraged growl, then shakes his head.] The one saving grace is that I believe this world is so far away from anything I know that even Kil’Jaeden could never find it. What the Legion could do to this world… It would be all too easy, and no one here could even defend themselves.
[He stares at his Gible, who stares back for a few moments before leaping at him and biting his arm. Illidan looks at Azzinoth , or rather in his general direction, as he, of course, can’t see him, with mild irritation before plucking him off.]
And you are not helping. I hope you grow in power as quickly as this device says you should. The dragons of my world were far more fearsome.
[Azzinoth squacks back at him, and with a grumble, Illidan sets him down and switches off his gear with his other hand.]
Third Person Sample:
He had been warned countless times about the dangers of leaving the town. “Don’t go into the tall grass!” “Look out for wild Pokemon!” “Keep your own Pokemon with you for protection!”
While annoying, the constant concerns had given him the first pleasant thought he’d had since his arrival. That maybe there would be something resembling a true challenge out there. He couldn’t expect something as fearsome as a Legion soldier or a Scourge ghoul, but without his weapons and magic, he wasn’t really in any position to take either of those on anyway.
He should have known when he entered the route that he was expecting too much of this world. First of all, the “tall grass” was only about up to his waist. Now, granted, he was exceptionally tall for this world, it seemed, though much shorter than he’d been back on his own, but it was still a disappointment.
Second, as he trumped along with his little companion behind him, it became rather obvious that the path was not only very straight, with only a few necessary detours around large trees and steep ledges, it was also absurdly simple to follow. Even without the benefit of sight, he had no problems following it.
The third thing that told him that any hope for a decent fight was completely pointless was when he finally met his first wild Pokemon. He felt the creature before he heard it, the grass rustling against him in a way that the wind would not have caused. Dropping into a guard pose, he awaited an attack.
It didn’t take long. The grass parted as a small creature hurled itself towards him. Illidan clenched his fists tightly and sidestepped, aiming a punch at the attacker. The blow connected easily, and Illidan felt fur, whiskers, and a face that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt was that of a… rodent.
He was being attacked by an overgrown rat.
With a snarl of irritation, he struck the creature again while it was recovering from his first blow, and sent it rolling end over end. He paused, waiting for it to get up and continue the fight, but it did no such thing.
Growling in irritation, Illidan tossed his head back and yelled at the sky.
“Is this what I’ve been reduced to?”
He was not looking forward to this journey. Not. At. All.