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World of Warcraft / Blood Elves - Blizzard Entertainment
Art / Aerovan - Me
Stop! You are not allowed to reuse or repost my art in anyway

I am addicted to this character you don't understand

Since he has some backstory already I will share it with you.

Aerovan is a former priest of the high elves. Formerly quiet and well kept he lived with his parents and sister Thessalli in Silvermoon City.
He didn't hold any rank of importance but like all healers he was held in high regards.
His life was mostly uneventful due to the city being rather peaceful and little to no issues coming up requiring his aid.
This continued until the attack on Quel'thalas by Arthas and his Scourge army.
He was held back in the city while his sister and her rangers left to go support Lady Sylvanas in the upcoming battle to protect those in the city.
It was only hours later when he got word back saying that Lady Sylvanas and those who went to help her were torn to pieces by the risen corpses of their fallen. His sister was among those who fell.
It wasn't long before the undead marched upon the city and they were forced to retreat back to the sunwell.
The light began to fade as the monstrosities got closer and closer to their sacred fount of power and he was left to fend off enemies with his staff. Fighting as hard as he could he managed to hold his own until knocked off the high rise he was fighting on by an abomination and he fell to the mass of corpses below.

Lucky for him that day he did not die from the fall or the blow to his skull. But he was left broken and powerless in the wake of the sunwell's destruction.
He could no longer call upon the light to heal or protect others. He felt all but hopeless as he dragged himself back to what was left of Silvermoon City.

The months to follow took a toll on those who survived the battle.
With the sunwell's destruction the high elves -now known as blood elves- began to suffer arcane withdrawl and would suck crystals, artifacts, even people, dry of their arcane energies to stave off the pains.

Supplies were scarce and people desperate.
Some more than others.
Those few turned to thievery and deceit to survive.

Aerovan was one of them.

To lost in despair to even hope of reconnecting with the light Aerovan began to practice with knives, axes, and fist weapons to protect himself.
Eventually he became skilled enough to be able to sell his abilities to others as a sort of mercenary. He made off well until he got enough power to overthrow those he worked for and take what was theirs as his.
When asked by former priests and paladins now known as "blood knights" to join the order and reconnect themselves to the light he laughed and sent them off.
He became accustomed to the life style of a rogue. Take what you want and kill those who stood in your way.
His main drive however dealt with his hatred of the undead and how they stole his life from him.
He was eager to sink his blades into anything that ever hurt him or those he loved.
He had turned his back on everything he believed and now laughs at the idea that he could ever be "redeemed"

As of today he wanders all over Azeroth looking for anything that can be used to outlet his undying rage.
Some believe he can be helped others not.
It is known a certain human warrior has her eye on him.

Although he is no longer sided with the Alliance she still sees him as a friend. Not a foe.

Description
World of Warcraft / Blood Elves - Blizzard Entertainment
Art / Aerovan - Me
Stop! You are not allowed to reuse or repost my art in anyway

I am addicted to this character you don't understand

Since he has some backstory already I will share it with you.

Aerovan is a former priest of the high elves. Formerly quiet and well kept he lived with his parents and sister Thessalli in Silvermoon City.
He didn't hold any rank of importance but like all healers he was held in high regards.
His life was mostly uneventful due to the city being rather peaceful and little to no issues coming up requiring his aid.
This continued until the attack on Quel'thalas by Arthas and his Scourge army.
He was held back in the city while his sister and her rangers left to go support Lady Sylvanas in the upcoming battle to protect those in the city.
It was only hours later when he got word back saying that Lady Sylvanas and those who went to help her were torn to pieces by the risen corpses of their fallen. His sister was among those who fell.
It wasn't long before the undead marched upon the city and they were forced to retreat back to the sunwell.
The light began to fade as the monstrosities got closer and closer to their sacred fount of power and he was left to fend off enemies with his staff. Fighting as hard as he could he managed to hold his own until knocked off the high rise he was fighting on by an abomination and he fell to the mass of corpses below.

Lucky for him that day he did not die from the fall or the blow to his skull. But he was left broken and powerless in the wake of the sunwell's destruction.
He could no longer call upon the light to heal or protect others. He felt all but hopeless as he dragged himself back to what was left of Silvermoon City.

The months to follow took a toll on those who survived the battle.
With the sunwell's destruction the high elves -now known as blood elves- began to suffer arcane withdrawl and would suck crystals, artifacts, even people, dry of their arcane energies to stave off the pains.

Supplies were scarce and people desperate.
Some more than others.
Those few turned to thievery and deceit to survive.

Aerovan was one of them.

To lost in despair to even hope of reconnecting with the light Aerovan began to practice with knives, axes, and fist weapons to protect himself.
Eventually he became skilled enough to be able to sell his abilities to others as a sort of mercenary. He made off well until he got enough power to overthrow those he worked for and take what was theirs as his.
When asked by former priests and paladins now known as "blood knights" to join the order and reconnect themselves to the light he laughed and sent them off.
He became accustomed to the life style of a rogue. Take what you want and kill those who stood in your way.
His main drive however dealt with his hatred of the undead and how they stole his life from him.
He was eager to sink his blades into anything that ever hurt him or those he loved.
He had turned his back on everything he believed and now laughs at the idea that he could ever be "redeemed"

As of today he wanders all over Azeroth looking for anything that can be used to outlet his undying rage.
Some believe he can be helped others not.
It is known a certain human warrior has her eye on him.

Although he is no longer sided with the Alliance she still sees him as a friend. Not a foe.