Grimal
06-19-2008, 11:21 PM
Full Name: Drago 'Grimal' Darkflare
Nicknames: Grimal
Date of Birth: October 16th
Age: 38 ATOD [At Time of Death]
Race: Formerly Human
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Skin: Greenish
Eyes: Glowing Yellow
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160
Place of residence: Some say he spends time in an alcove in the Sewers of Undercity, but that could be just a rumor after all.
[> /join UCSewers < I may be in the mood to rp if someone should come a calling.]
Place of Birth: Northern Kingdoms
Known Relatives: None
Religion/Philosophy: 'Fire is the beginning and end of all things.'
Occupation: Arsonist
Group/Guild affiliation: Infection
Guild Rank: Plague Bearer
Enemies: Everyone.
Likes: Fire
Favorite Foods: Roast Gnome, Scorched Gnome, Gnome Flambe, you get the idea.
Favorite Drinks: Volatile Rum
Favorite Colors: Black, Crimson
Weapons of Choice: Scythe, and Fire
Dislikes: Cold places.
Hobbies: Burning things.
Physical Features: Nothing distinguishable really, other than the scar on his neck.
Special Abilities: None.
Positive Personality Traits: Loyal, once you earn it. Has a grudging kindness at times when hes not in a foul mood.
Negative Personality Traits: Pessimistic, you all are wastes of space until you prove otherwise.
Misc. Quirks: Always carries around a Scythe, one that is always dripping with blood..
Played by What Famous Person: Unknown
Theme Songs: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h362zMXT3f8 Atreyu - Becoming The Bull
History: Grimal was a middle ranking mage of the Violet Eye at one point in his history after a long apprenticeship in the Kirin Tor. One of his overseers noticed his seeming affiliation for Fire magic and had quite the talent for controlling it like few others could. Once found out he was handed over to the Violet Eye and trained among their ranks for several years until they got wind of the Scourge marching on Dalaran. Grimal was summoned to fight them off of course and he went, but knew they couldn't defeat an army of the dead, with each of their own army falling to rise as a foe. None the less he went, he'd begun to lose his mind he though, whispers from the flames he controlled attacked his mind every time he wielded them but would use no other magics.
He rose from his bed on the day they came and sighed, his head aching, but he dawned his crimson robes and went out to the front lines, he fought valiantly as did all the mages that day, but as he had thought, every one of the mages who were slain rose to turn on them. He decided go out with a bang, knowing the battle was lost, the voices screaming in his head now, he retreated from the front line several yards then charged forth, pushing through his own line unleashing every fire spell he had carving a swath three yards wide till he collapsed, mana spent, to his knees. He heard a bone chilling laugh from above him, he glanced up slowly seeing the face of Arthas as he pulled back Frostmourne to kill him. "..Burn..." Was the last word Grimal uttered in life as he attempted to summon a Dragons Breath attack, it failed of course, and Arthas cut him down. Which is the origin of the scar across his neck.
Nowadays Grimal is among the Forsaken, once he woke he remembered how the arcane fire had failed him, so he decided to reeducate himself, in Demon Fire. It has yet to fail him and next time he meets the Arthas, He shall scream burn to remind him how things should've ended back then. For now he continues to study the Fel Flames and is also a decent tailor and a goblin engineer knowing flames won't fail him again.
Nicknames: Grimal
Date of Birth: October 16th
Age: 38 ATOD [At Time of Death]
Race: Formerly Human
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Skin: Greenish
Eyes: Glowing Yellow
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160
Place of residence: Some say he spends time in an alcove in the Sewers of Undercity, but that could be just a rumor after all.
[> /join UCSewers < I may be in the mood to rp if someone should come a calling.]
Place of Birth: Northern Kingdoms
Known Relatives: None
Religion/Philosophy: 'Fire is the beginning and end of all things.'
Occupation: Arsonist
Group/Guild affiliation: Infection
Guild Rank: Plague Bearer
Enemies: Everyone.
Likes: Fire
Favorite Foods: Roast Gnome, Scorched Gnome, Gnome Flambe, you get the idea.
Favorite Drinks: Volatile Rum
Favorite Colors: Black, Crimson
Weapons of Choice: Scythe, and Fire
Dislikes: Cold places.
Hobbies: Burning things.
Physical Features: Nothing distinguishable really, other than the scar on his neck.
Special Abilities: None.
Positive Personality Traits: Loyal, once you earn it. Has a grudging kindness at times when hes not in a foul mood.
Negative Personality Traits: Pessimistic, you all are wastes of space until you prove otherwise.
Misc. Quirks: Always carries around a Scythe, one that is always dripping with blood..
Played by What Famous Person: Unknown
Theme Songs: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h362zMXT3f8 Atreyu - Becoming The Bull
History: Grimal was a middle ranking mage of the Violet Eye at one point in his history after a long apprenticeship in the Kirin Tor. One of his overseers noticed his seeming affiliation for Fire magic and had quite the talent for controlling it like few others could. Once found out he was handed over to the Violet Eye and trained among their ranks for several years until they got wind of the Scourge marching on Dalaran. Grimal was summoned to fight them off of course and he went, but knew they couldn't defeat an army of the dead, with each of their own army falling to rise as a foe. None the less he went, he'd begun to lose his mind he though, whispers from the flames he controlled attacked his mind every time he wielded them but would use no other magics.
He rose from his bed on the day they came and sighed, his head aching, but he dawned his crimson robes and went out to the front lines, he fought valiantly as did all the mages that day, but as he had thought, every one of the mages who were slain rose to turn on them. He decided go out with a bang, knowing the battle was lost, the voices screaming in his head now, he retreated from the front line several yards then charged forth, pushing through his own line unleashing every fire spell he had carving a swath three yards wide till he collapsed, mana spent, to his knees. He heard a bone chilling laugh from above him, he glanced up slowly seeing the face of Arthas as he pulled back Frostmourne to kill him. "..Burn..." Was the last word Grimal uttered in life as he attempted to summon a Dragons Breath attack, it failed of course, and Arthas cut him down. Which is the origin of the scar across his neck.
Nowadays Grimal is among the Forsaken, once he woke he remembered how the arcane fire had failed him, so he decided to reeducate himself, in Demon Fire. It has yet to fail him and next time he meets the Arthas, He shall scream burn to remind him how things should've ended back then. For now he continues to study the Fel Flames and is also a decent tailor and a goblin engineer knowing flames won't fail him again.