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General Statistics Edit


Full Name: Prince Saelenar Shadowchaser
Nicknames: Shadow / The Faceless / The Betrayed
Age: Unknown (Believed to now be at least 10 centuries old)
Race: Kal'dorei
Gender: Male
Hair: Long and flowing, the color of the snow that falls upon the season of Winter Veil
Skin: Deathly pale, almost translucent
Eyes: Cavernous and glowing with a smoldering, baleful hatred
Height: 7'8
Weight: Gaunt and slender
Physical Features: Tall (even for his own kind) and unnaturally thin, his long, bleached hair flows far down his neck and helps to shroud the glittering orbs that pass as his eyes; he appears as a sickly, old man to those who would look upon him and has a face that is almost remarkably forgettable. He is never seen without a ragged and travel-worn scarf covering the lower half of his face, this garment serving as a means to hide the scarred and festering skin that composes his wretched mouth; the teeth that lie inside his twisted maw are rotted and cracked, practically yellowed beyond comprehension and wreaking of death and the stench of corpses.

Other Information Edit


Place of Residence: Unkown

Place of Birth: Unknown

Known Relatives: Etheran Shadowchaser (deceased) / Ismerinda Shadowchaser (deceased) / Lord Aran'thal Duskrider (adopted father)

Religion/Philosophy: He bows to no gods and lives only to carry out his long-awaited vengeance.

Occupation: N / A (Has served as a hired agent for both the Scourge and the Burning Legion, as well as several notable criminal organizations)

Affiliations: Though he has served various masters, his true allegiance lies only in himself...

Enemies: After nearly a thousand years of dealing death and sowing chaos, Saelenar has gained countless enimies from nearly all walks of life, ranging from grieving widows, to jealous underlings of the various masters he has served over the centuries. His true nemises, however, remains that of his decieving step-father Aran'thal, who Saelenar has hunted for hundreds of years throughout the width and length of Azeroth and other worlds beyond...

Likes: The screams of those in agony, the smell of freshly slain corpses, and the peaceful seranade of a world in chaos..

Favorite Foods: The soul of an innocent

Favorite Drinks: He is oddly partial to the taste of aged, Darnassian wine, referring to all other drink as: "Slop that only orcs could possibly enjoy."

Weapons of Choice: A macabre, skull-mounted stave that he uses to aid him in channeling the powers of the void to his own whims.

Dislikes: Those who would offend his sensibility or honor (perhaps a remnant of his bygone days as a noble-born child), arrogance, and any who would dare to stand in the way of his goals.

Special Abilities: Saelenar has acquired many remarkable skills that have resulted from the twisted experiment performed upon him long ago by his treacherous step-father, several of the most prominent of these attributes are as follows: the ability to meld his essence with that of the shadows around him, thus allowing him to exist as a literal "walking shadow" providing him with immunity to all physical assaults for as long as he remains in this state, the ability to disperse himself into pure energy, allowing him to phase through objects or even other beings, and perhaps his most prominent ability, he has the terrible power of being able to suck the very soul out of any living mortal, which he then slowly absorbs and utilizes to empower himself.

Positive Personality Traits: Whatever good that remains of the man once known as Saelenar Shadowchaser was long ago put to rest, the "Shadow" of the once pure-hearted elf has done naught but ill in his miserable existence...

Negative Personality Traits: He is a fiend, both without mercy or compassion; he has slain children in their cribs and deprived wives of their husbands without batting an eye. He has devoured the souls of countless innocents and commited unholy deeds in the name of many forsaken masters. He has grown in later years into what can only be described as a man suffering from a bi-polar disorder, violently changing moods without any hesitation or provocation.

Misc. Quirks: He once attempted to feast upon the soul of a Kal'dorien women by the name of Malanade, however, her soul had been tainted previously by the Lich King himself, allowing for Malanade to survive the encounter. Now she and Saelenar share an extremely unique bond known as a soul-link and, though he himself may not truly know it, this girl and her estranged love and emotion may prove to be his salvation from the dark path he has walked for near a millenia...

History Edit

The tale of Prince Saelenar Shadowchaser begins on much the same note that which upon it also ends...with tragedy. It had been only 50 years since the influential Kaldorien Lord and Lady of the House of Shadowchaser had borne a noble son, thus named Saelenar (Night Elven for "Destiny")and the lands of Azeroth had, for perhaps the first time in decades, settled down into a state of peaceful tranquility. In light of this, it was widely thought that young Saelenar would be raised up into a safe and loving world...sadly, this was not to be the case. It was upon the Prince's fifty-first birthday (his human-equivalent age being around 16) that his entire world was to be torn asunder by horrific misfortune, for, during the young elf's celebration, a frantic messenger came barreling into the once joyous crowd of revelers and with him he brought grave news: the beloved mother and father of Saelenar had been found alone in countryside...both butchered near beyond recognition...

The Night Elven populace long mourned the passing of these two great Kaldori, but none grieved more their passing then the still extremely young and emotionally fragile Prince, who was now bereft of both his parents in the now seemingly large and threatening world. Days after the grand funeral for his departed parents, the still mourning Saelenar stood by their graves as though waiting for them to rise up out of the freshly dug earth and embrace him with their love once again...they never did. Weeks passed, and yet still the young elf refused to leave the burial site; during this time he neither ate nor drank, and thus his once healthy body became shrunken and gaunt. Many soon suspected that the fate-crossed Kaldori would soon be joining the souls of his departed family if he continued his self-destructive mourning, fortunately, there was one who stepped forth from the crowd to aid this bereaved elf. Lord Aran'thal, a reclusive High Elven scholar who had long lived apart from his neighboring Night Elven brothers, heard news of the plight of young Saelenar, and thus, ventured from his outlying abode to render aid unto this tragic soul. And so it was that Aran'thal took under his wing the orphaned Prince and, from that day on, treated him as though he were his own kin.

At first the emotionally-fragile Saelenar rebeled against Aran'thal's attempts to placate him, but the High Elf treated his adopted son with exceptional patience and understanding, and so, little by little, Saelenar began to warm to his new foster-parent. Years passed, and as they did Aran'thal began to impart unto his adopted son and protege the secrets of wielding arcane magic that were utilized often by the High Elven peoples. Saelenar was at first baffled by these foreign principles being shown unto him, for, as a natural-born Night Elf, he had been taught throughout his infancy to fear and refuse the arcane arts as they were both dangerous, and evil in nature. However, as the now maturing Prince began to develop in his magical prowess, he soon banished all his previous trepidations over the practition of magic and then embraced it as his life's one true passion.

Decades came and went, and as they did the once young Saelenar matured in both mind and body until, at last, his parent and teacher, Aran'thal, deemed that it had come time for the Prince to experience the rest of what Azeroth had to offer him. And so it was that Saelenar and his tutor began their great journey across all of the known world; on their quest Aran'thal showed unto his foster-son the wonders of the known world, as well as introduced him to a grand variety of exotic species that the Prince had never heard of spoken about in any history book. Along the way of their journey Aran'thal continued to instruct Sealenar on the art of harnessing the arcane, and as they progressed in their travels, so too did the Prince significantly progress in his magical skills. Three years did Saelenar and Aran'thal spend upon their quest of discovery, and when at last they once again returned to the ancestral Night Elven lands, the Prince came armed with a new understanding of life and magic, as well as a near unbreakable bond forged with his foster-father. It was because of this bond of near idolital love that ,when at last Saelenar learned the truth behind Aran'thal's dark intentions, he was cut so emotionally and mentally deep...

The discovery was made barely a year after the Prince's return from his lengthy, explorative journey; it had been by pure chance that Saelenar had awoken early that night and chosen to see if his master had yet to retire as well, however, what he witnessed when he stepped into Aran'thal's study shocked him to his very core... There within his study stood Aran'thal, dressed as he always was in his flowing magister's robes and with the same look of quizzical puzzlement he normally wore when studying something that perplexed him...regrettably for Saelenar, the things which his foster-father was now studying were scrolls and artifacts pertaining to the unholy magics... of necromancy...

Sealenar almost weeped to see his once so beloved teacher and parent betray his trust by delving into these forbidden magics, and this is perhaps the reason why that the Prince forsook reason in the matter at hand, opting to confront his tutor immediately in his study, rather then to flee and warn the Night Elven authorities. Upon Aran'thal's discovering of his dark practices being uncovered he did not register anger or anxiety, in fact, he merely replied with a slight chuckle and a wave of his hand (this releasing a spell that struck Saelenar to his knees). Then, at long last, the traitorous Aran'thal told Saelenar the ultimate truth of things: it had been he all those decades ago that had so horrifically slain the Prince's parents, this being but a cog in his grand scheme to adopt Saelenar as his own and to instruct him in the ways of a spellcaster. The heart-broken Sealenar begged to know why Aran'thal had gone through all these precautions just so he could have an apprentice, and thus Aran'thal revealed unto his betrayed foster-son the final pieces of his treacherous puzzle: Saelenar was to be used as Aran'thal's latest test subject in one of his unholy rituals...

Long did the Prince scream and cry as he was bound helpless to one of Aran'thal's lab tables, but of this his master paid little heed, he instead focused all of his attention upon the dark artifacts he had been studying earlier. For what seemed like hours Saelenar lay helplessly bound upon the cold and sterile lab table, until at last Aran'thal turned to his former apprentice and began to carve demonic runes into his chest. Saelenar now began to beg and sob for mercy as Aran'thal began to chant in a foul-sounding speech, slowly extending his shimmering hands close to Sealenar's heaving frame. The last act Prince Saelenar Shadowchaser would ever commit while still bearing a soul was to pray to Elune for her forgiveness, then Aran'thal released from his palm a beam of sickening, purple light that seemed to the Prince to pierce within his very core, and after that, there was only darkness...

Saelenar awoke a full week later, still lying sprawled atop the testing table he had been bound upon by Aran'thal and now suffering from an indescribably painful headache that seemed to spread throughout his entire being... The magical bindings that had previously held Saelenar had long since faded away, and thus the Prince managed to haul himself off the cursed table and out of the seemingly long-deserted study; Aran'thal was nowhere to be seen. From the now deserted abode of Aran'thal, Saelenar set a course towards the Night Elven city in an attempt to warn them of the evils perpetrated by his villanous tutor. It was upon this fateful venture that the Prince would learn the full extent of Aran'thal's treachery upon his own being...

As Saelenar made his way towards the Kaldorien city he coincidentally passed by an outlying lake and, as he sauntered by, he caught a brief glimpse of his reflection upon the water's surface; what he saw staring back at him nearly caused the Prince to lose consciousness once again... Saelenar's once vibrant, azure skin had now been replaced by a corpse-pale monstrosity, his forest-brown hair now bleached to be as white as the snow that fell during the season of winter; worst of all these changes, his eyes, which had once glowed with a dazzling emerald fire, now shone as two shrunken orbs of the deepest red, containing within their depths a hoard of untamed malice and sorrow.

When at last Saelenar arrived within the Night Elven capital he knew full well that what his fellow brethren saw was no longer a pure-blooded Kaldorien, but instead a twisted abomination that no longer belonged amongst such civilized people. This assumption was only further reinforced by the decree spoken forth by the Kaldorien Council of Elders who, upon hearing Saelenar's story and the warning held within it, condemned the mutated Prince for his dealings with Aran'thal and his practicing of arcane magics under his tutelage. Thus, both scorned and pitied by those he once considered to be his own people, Saelenar was banished forever from his ancestral homeland; he never returned...

The now outcast and deformed Saelenar wandered the woodlands aimlessly for days and during this time he became subtlety aware of a queer feeling resonating from within his very core; what it was he could not accurately describe, but it felt somewhat to him as though his very essence was lacking something that should have been there... Then, at last, the terrible truth struck him with crippling force...he was indeed missing something from himself, and this "something" tragically turned out to be Saelenar's soul... Long did Sealenar weep over the loss of, what seemed to be, any vestiges of his former humanity; he wept too for the murder of his parents all those years ago as well as for the bond that had been so tragically broken by his traitorous foster-father. For days Saelenar did naught but sit and mourn the cruelty of the wicked world, and then, as if emenating from everywhere at once...the hunger started...

This feeling manifested itself subtlety at first, nagging only at the barest fringes of the Prince's mind and causing him to resume his pointless wanderings within the Kaldorien forests, however, as the sun began to set in the West the hunger began to grow in startling intensity. By the third day of having not yet satiated this hunger (he'd long since tried to quell it with food and drink, but to no avail) Saelenar began to experience severe drowsiness as well nausea, his very skin now seemed to wither and grow incorporeal within the passing of the hours. On the fourth day of this bizarre hunger Sealenar could no longer sustain the feelings of vertigo brought about by this still enigmatic craving, and so the Prince chose to slowly fade from conciousness upon the forest floor...

Upon awakening this time Saelenar was surprised to find himself staring into the eyes of a young, female Kaldori who had just so happened to find his still form lying within the woodlands and then promptly brought it back to her forest dwelling to nurse back to health. Of course all these facts seemed quite trivial to Saelenar at the moment, for, as he stared into the eyes of his would-be rescuer all the Prince could hear was the sound of a foreign voice whispering into his ear, a voice that proclaimed to him that the means for ending his hunger was within his grasp... Thus, as the young elf-woman reached down to inspect the malformed body of the seemingly-unconscious Prince, Saelenar struck with the speed of viper, taking hold of the girl's arm in an iron grip, snapping her bones like match-pics. The now terrified elf shrieked and wept in pain, but Saelenar did not pay her cries any heed, instead he focused intently upon the fellow Kaldori's form, his glowing, red eyes boring into her very core and there spying the source of his hunger...her soul... Greedily the Prince jerked back the head of the whimpering Night Elven women, exposing her supple neck to him; Saelenar in turn opened wide his scarred and hideous maw, revealing his jagged and rotted teeth that had once been so perfect and white. With one quick sigh of anticipation Saelenar sank his teeth deep within the shoulder of the still screaming elf, oddly enough though, his teeth did not truly puncture her flesh, but instead seemed to dig into her very soul-essence of which the Prince then emptied within a few long draughts. When he had at last finished with his unholy feast, Saelenar allowed the shrunken husk of the Kaldorien women to collapse to dust upon the floor and, as he stood now free of the nagging pangs of the hunger he once felt, he flashed the brightest smile he had produced in ages. The time for Prince Saelenar Shadowchaser's vengeance was at hand...

From that day forward Saelenar became a whisper upon the wind, a wandering shadow in the night; never for long did he stay in one place, and where ever he did choose to roam death and misery were the hallmarks of his arrival. One by one he devoured the souls of countless innocents, and as he so did he only continued to grow further in dark power, expanding his life-span for near over a millennia.

He has worked as a hired mercenary for both the undead agents of the Scourge as well as the demonic forces of the Legion, selling his allegiance to any who can offer him the greatest supply of souls for him to feast upon. He has seen countless empires rise and fall, watched entire generations of man live out their petty lives; and as such he cares little now for the insignificant squabbles of the mortal races. Only two things truly matter to him anymore; his revenge upon his traitorous foster-father, and the location of his next meal...

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