Duroxas (Redfury) Quel'Ivan

[Duroxas]

Full Name: Duroxas Redfury Quel'Ivan.

Nicknames: Duro, Warlock, scum, master, "get your imp off the table", Stinky (only Aloktee is allowed to call him this, much to his distaste. Ayone else is going to get felflames to the face))

Age: 126

Race: Blood Elf

Gender: Male

Hair: Naturally orange, but has darkened to an auburn over the years

Skin: pale peach color, a little gray-ish in the right light

Eyes: Red

Height: 5'8. Short for an elf, much to his constant displeasure.

Place of residence: Roaming

Place of Birth: a shack in eversong nearby fairbreeze. Was long ago
burned down

Known Relatives/family: Alonia Quel'Ivan (sister), Kolduran Quel'Ivan (father, wretched/deceased) Svetlaena Quel'Ivan (wife) Aravinda Quel'Ivan (Daughter) Mordru Galadonel (Regarded as a father-figure. MIA)

Religion/Philosophy: Karma. The good are rewarded, the bad are punished.

Occupation: Freelance alchemist, not a part of the royal Apothecary, as well as adventuring when he needs some money. Practiced master of demon magic.

Group/Guild affiliation: Horde? Currently unbound to any notable tabard

Guild Rank: < see above >

Enemies: Those that would wish he did not exist simply because of what he is, not by how he acts, the Scourge, most alliance,

Likes: Making friends, cuddling, ticking people off by being a warlock, Bourbon, plotting, sneaking up on people, history, observing, flashy robes and decorative weapons, gaining knowledge and power, small children (no, he doesn't eat them)

Favorite Foods: Snowplums, salmon

Favorite Drinks: Bourbon, honeymint tea

Favorite Colors: Red, orange, black, fire (when on someone)

Weapons of Choice: A spellblade or staff. the flashier the better

Dislikes: idiots, generally rude people, Mead (it's way too sweet for him), Ghouls or anything undead and mindless, The Plaguelands, arguing, those that would stand in the way of him gaining knowledge, holy zealots, trees.

Hobbies: causing mischief with alchemy, cooking, watching people, reading, eavesdropping

Physical Features: Long hair, though often spiked or pointed at the top. He chooses to hide them with an enchant, but he does have horns. They are very rarely shown nowadays in these times of paranoia. He's also often smiling kindly. Does have a few odd scars, including a long slash along his stomach, a rather scarred-up right arm and shoulder from fights with a certain worgen, close below a thin line circles his waist entirely, (this scar is very old and faint), and an old puncture to the leftshoulder. His eyes are a ruby red, and rimmed with dark sleep-marks.

Special Abilities: The power that turned his eyes red gave him the ability to look into a sleeping mind and tamper with things such as dreams and memory storage. He has better then average hearing. This ability was given to him during training under Mordru Galandonel, but he uses it very rarely as it causes him physical pain after a certain amount of time.

Positive Personality Traits: Generous, likes to complement, and often wants to give a nice first impression, but tends to come off a bit the opposite. Also very chivalrous. He generally likes to help people (if only because he likes having people in his debt), and has a very cautious approach to his actions in terms of self-preservation and keeping the things he cares about safe.

Negative Personality Traits:He talks a lot, and asks a lot of questions, and is very curious and occasionally downright nosy. Under the right (or wrong) circumstances, he is cruel, treacherous, sadistic, and relishes in pain and suffering. He specializes in deception and lies, and has a masterful talent for acting to back that up.

Misc. Quirks:
- He gets sick if he drinks mead
- He doesn't go to Dalaran often, saying he doesn't like the looks he gets from those pompous mages.
- Distrusts Death Knights on a first impression but doesn't say so lest he look like a Hypocrite.
- He hates to be called master (too modest, maybe?), and refuses to refer to anyone else by the term either.
- He's a bit nearsighted, and can't see long distances. Beautiful scenery is generally lost on him. Makes flying tricky too when you cant see all the trees.

Song: Corrupt (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kwVdiZtucM&feature=related) <- still stands as perfectly fitting :)
You face Duroxas! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkeC9WVVsQ4) <- the one that kinda made me a meme for a while.

History: ((Who actually reads this part? If you want to know, ask him!))

[Jinsa]

I knew him.

He was my first recruitment assignment whenever I was with A Taste for Death. I watched Korangar weigh and measure his worth, not knowing at the time what a worth he would one day be to me.

-She glances out the window and coughs lightly.-

He was my right-hand-man in the Dynasty. When there was no one left I could trust, he was there. But I feel we have grown distant since...

-She folds her hands in her lap and smiles at you.-

Do not cross him. There is more fury and ferocity beneath that bronze hair than meets the eye. Of all my companions, he is the one I would be most proud of...


..He will go far. He will do glorious things. And you will remember his name in history.

Now, go away. I am tired.

[Nastrus]

"Hah, I knew he wouldn't comment."

The man uttered a caustic bellow of laughter, primping the white and yellow satin suit he wore. The bright silken shine of the fabric perfectly matching his fountain of ruby locks in sheen and luster; he looked well taken care of.

"What do you want, I've never met the ghastly brunette. I do know that my brother had a bit of a... tiff with him. This pleases me."

His mouth closes, his chuckling muted in his throat as the goblin pressed for further details.

"Ahhh", he sighed with amusement, "it pleases me very much you little snot skin, the why is my business." With a sudden change in demeanor he backhanded the tiny gumshoe, "you'll keep your curiosity to yourself if you know what's good for you."

He turned on a pearly white heel and walked off carefree and nonchalant, a merry tune whistled between his lips.

[Svetlaena]

"Ah, a fellow Heart, and one that's made quite a good impression on me in particular."

There is a nonchalant smile on the Professor's lips, and she goes back to her work of carefully drawing a series of strange symbols on a piece of parchment in front of her, speaking on.

"He's my hero." A cynical snicker. "It sounds absurd and romantic, but it's neither. And it's sincerely true. Back when I fell for one of Illisade's horrible tricks I got myself into a bad situation with a Scourgeborn on the cliffs in the Fjord, and I had just barely given up on screaming for help when he swooped just above us on a red drake and saved me."

A smirk, as she cheerfully recalls the memory. "I watched practically siphon all the life out of my attacker, and spare him the taking of his soul, unless he should aggravate the Heart again. Not long after that, we had a couple drinks, got to know each other a little bit in the upstairs bit of the Wayfarer's..."

A sudden, wide-eyed look. A bottle of blue ink is knocked over, spilling its contents on the table, and the pen falls from her hand. Her mood fires up at the Goblin's little smile.

"Don't LOOK at me like that! You can ask him, you little vermin, it was nothing even close to what your filthy mind is conjuring!" A little re-grouping. "Besides. I'm a spoken-for lady!"

[Duroxas]

((*edit* Updated with recent changes as time has passed. ))

[Raynell]

"Duroxas..." Raynell frowns slightly. "The only other person I know, besides the Lieutenant, who has a knack of getting into trouble...or even -being- the trouble." She sighs, shaking her head. "As far as I'm concerned, if I ever see him out drinking, I'm going to avoid that area for the rest of the night."

[Erohol]

"Duroxas? Aye... He's the one who swore me in to The Pale Heart. A good enough sort... Just keep your eyes open around him." Erohol muses to the reporter. "I do owe him quite a bit, honestly... Though I hope that I don't end up repaying my debts with my life..."

Erohol snaps back to his senses after this, attempting to shoo the reporter off. "Go on. I'm sure there are others you can talk to. I've work to take care of."

[Duroxas]

(( *edit* Updated again due to mean Death Knights and their swords))

[Langara]

((Maybe some warlocks need to keep their hands to themselves. Hmm?))

[Samiel]

A human male, seven feet nine inches tall stands before the reporter, and reporter draws back to have a full view. The man, stares down at the goblin, his death knight blue eyes glaring with interest at the name.

"Duroxas? He has the guts to do drinking matches with me. If I start drinking, I drink shi- ehem, things one keg at the time. Not even a dwarf does that because their arms are too short, you know?"

The man taps his chin, a metallic clang ringing out although he has no face guard or a helmet on. As he steps out towards more brighter area, light reflects off his face.

"Over all those wretched Blood Elven spell casters, he has my respect just because he does his jobs correctly. His brews made clone of my son, I told him to get rid of it. In time sensitive issues, he's no good, but he did get rid of 'it' eventually."

He then turns around, waving his hand dismissively at the reporter. The reporter's jaw slacken at the quality of embroidery done on the man's cloak, a depiction of an angel clad in gray hooded robe holding a spear burning brightly, with piked heads by it's feet and other symbols relating to Lordaeron's military might. Then, the man says few more thing, his back towards the goblin. Goblin clumsily scribbles the things he say.

"He still haven't made me that damned cooling substances. I'm going to have few words with him... but goblin, remember that he will not hesitate to reduce you down to a slag or heap of soulless flesh in matter of few seconds. Dismissed."

[Svetlaena]

The Professor looks up from her book to the goblin, who asks her to confirm a rumor. She smiles, holding up a ringed hand for the reporter to see, the diamond sparkling in the moonlight.

"Yes. It's true. When and where? We don't know yet. I don't think we're going to make a huge ceremony out of it. Too much stress."

Her hands come to rest in her lap, and she closes her book.

"It's hard to believe, but the entire time I was away, he waited for me. I apologized for making him wait, and for not being able to give my heart over to him completely before I left. But I've resolved myself now; I'm ready for this, and he will help me mark the beginning of my new life."

[Langara]

(( First, you have to wear the red outfit since you already said that's what you wear to weddings. Second, I wanna see what Keldorin's gonna do to— I mean, we'll behave ourselves, honest. :3 ))

[Keldorin]

Keldorin's eyes shoot wide for a moment before he rushes to pick up the goblin spinning him around in the air happily. "A wedding! Oh what a joyous occasion for the two of them!" He sets the goblin back down, who at this point looks rather displeased with the child-like treatment he has just received. "No time, I must prepare by finding and practicing my cello once more!" Keldorin pats the Goblin on the head and strides off.

A moment later he returns. "Umm... Which dock do I go to again to take the boat back to Ratchet? This place is so confusing..."

[Ceridwyyn]

The paladin scowls.

"He's a monster. Nothing more, nothing less. I discovered him in an underground labyrinth that had been turned into a laboratory, and I don't want to imagine what kind of sick experiments he performs down there."

A long pause, during which the reporter snaps his fingers, reviving Ceridwyyn from a sudden nap.

"Oh, oh. I wasn't strong enough to put an end to his depravity right then and there, but you can be assured that now you've given it to me, I will remember his name and I'll not rest until I've put him in the dirt."

[Duroxas]

(( Updated with family and other changes I deem relevant. Intending to eventually write down that backstory, I swear. /bump ))

[Svetlaena]

Aloktee's feline eyes narrow as she is shown a picture of the warlock, a low growl sounding from her. The enormous cat sits down.

"That's Stinky. He's lucky I'm around now to look out for him and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid because the Earthmother knows he can't keep himself away from his own bad decisions."

"And at the same time, I have to keep him in check, before he tries to turn my granddaughter into a succubus or something depraved like that. Can I see that picture, child?"

The goblin seems unsure of whether to hold it towards either the druid's mouth or paws, but this is quickly answered when Aloktee snatches the picture in her jaws, and eats it.

[Duroxas]

(( added a song. ))

[Netharius]

The goblin bursts out laughing. Netharius smiles kindly, chuckling a bit. "Indeed! I replied that if Duroxas truely wanted female companionship, he would summon one of his succuby!"

Tears of laughter are shed, but Netharius returns to his serious tone. "Aside from his recent habit of getting drunk with no where to go, he is quite the intelligent warlock." He nods, scratching his chin. "Rare to see his potential at such an age. I studied much longer than he to master the same skills." The goblin scribbles in her notebook.

"Was that enough for the interview? Ah, good. I must return to tend to my wife." Netharius stands and moves away as the goblin wonders if she should use the drunkard material in her recordings.

[Urivial]

Cyraelia takes the photo from the Goblin, her ears perking at the name, "Duroxas?" smiling Cyr takes a sip of her tea and merely says, "He's one of those natural born killers... no matter how much he tries to hide it he'll always have a certain... flair for it."

[Crushem]

"Sir Duroxas? Ah yes. A friend of my master. He has a good head on his shoulders. I hope it is not severed anytime soon, since inquisitive minds are hard to come by anymore."
Meekwood removes his monocle.
"He can make potions that turn organs to liquid s***! Its wicked cool!"
Meekwood puts his monocle back on before taking his leave from the goblin.

[CytianaMoonarrow]

Muttering lifelessly, Cytiana turns strangely absent eyes on a nearby goblin, "Tell him.." She shakes her head slowly, as a small smile builds on her face, "No.. Ask him how his darling wife is," she begins. "And let him know.. that infuriating Kal'dorei definitely knows she wears the pants. He's a goner."

[Necroxis]

*Holding up a picture of the Blood Elf, the Goblin reporter nudges the Warlock, who has ignored his question several times now. Hood drawn, his face turns towards the diminutive creature and his Succubi manifests next to the interview. She slashes at him with her whip once, cutting into the Goblin's hand, before the Warlock raises his. At this, she stops instantly, and shoots a look of obedience to her master.

"Duroxas Quel'Ivan, you say?" He pauses for a moment, "You surely must be referring to Daronas." He nods several times, consecutively, "Yes, yes. Daronas. Perhaps you should do your research a bit better, Goblin. I met Daronas in Ironforge once. We had quite an interesting talk about politics and the weather and such."

His lips, the only visible feature distinguishable, morph into a distinctive smirk, "And then some crazed Paladin came looking for him. I believe I successfully convinced her that I was completely insane." He nods again several times.

The goblin, who was writing in one hand, pad on the floor, and rubbing his wound with the other, finally looked up, "Why? I have it on good authority that that "Crazed Paladin" was a fellow Lieutenant to you in the Dusk Watch."

Shaking his head, the Warlock looked back towards the bar, taking a long swig from his mug before continuing, "A fellow Lieutenant to me you say? In the Dusk Watch you say? I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Again, you should probably do your research more thoroughly before you come here wasting my time."

Looking utterly confused, the Goblin slowly stands, "You didn't answer the question as to WHY you helped Duroxas--"

Ivan coughs, "Daronas."

"--DUROXAS escape. I know his name is Duroxas, Warlock, you're certainly not the first I've spoken to about him."

Waving his hand, the Warlock, back still turned, speaks, "We're done here." Suddenly the Succubus' whip lashes onto the Goblins uninjured arm and she escorts him from the bar, completely confused and with no information.

[Techpriest Jadoko]

"'Ey. He be dat angry warlock who be threatnin' me for lookin' at his sistah, mon. He be too uptight."

Jadoko would let out a quiet laugh, tinkering with his X-Ray Specs. "See, I be usin' dese specs ta see through da clothin' of others? It be workin' like a charm, mon! All da ladies be lovin' it! 'Cept a few...

"Eh. I dunno too much else. I be knowin' he helped Tyran Lightsun in da past wit' some sort of problem, an' such. Other dan that, he be...a warlock, I guess. I dunno wut' ja want me ta talk 'bout. I dun' know 'em dat well."

[Mordru]

*looks up weakly*

I'm proud to call him my son...No one could be more proud...

[Adamaris]

Looking at the goblin yet again almost ready to blast him before rubbing her temples the paperwork infront of her now in neat stacks as she got up out of her chair. " YOU do not listen.. but I will tell you about Duro"

Laughing a bit as she shook her head. " Duro, Cousin and son of the late Mordru.. He is quick to be temperamental..and WHY must you bug me you insensitive little goblin!" she snapped as the goblin started to ask more questions. " I came to realize he is a good man through everything if you were to bug him.. I would make sure you have life insurance.. or even better.. death insurance!" she said this looking to the goblin.

"GUARDS!!" she yelled out the door once again as the goblin started to yammer away with more questions. " GET this ANNOYANCE OUT OF HERE!!"

[Emenyuu]

A quiet hour at the Wyvern's Tail, Liyint was sitting in an obscure corner scrawling seemingly nonsensical notes on disparate pieces of paper, using a unique writing utensil that fits snugly at the end of his middle finger.

“Oh... hey...”

Liyint stops writing and his gaze focuses on the approaching goblin with a stare from the corner of his eye. Immediately, he stops writing and, in a several fluid motions, removes the finger pen and deposits it into his glove while folding the papers and sliding them into a journal with his free hand. In a quick moment, space had been made at the table for the short, green interloper. Liyint folds his hands and gives the goblin a pleasant smile,

“Hey.”

The goblin had focused his eyes down at his own pad of notes, flipping several pages back. He looks at Liyint with a scrunched nose and disbelief, “Lint? Izzat' how it's said?”

Liyint clears his throat and suppresses mild frustrations, “Yeah, good enough. What can I help you with?”

“Duroxas Quel'Ivan... says he met you. What can you share 'bout him?”

Liyint tilts his head to the side and gives the reporter a quizzical smile, “Duro talked about me?” He immediately sat up, scooted over, and slid an unopened bottle of Frog Poison to the vacant seat. Liyint gestures for him to sit, “Let's chat.”

The goblin hesitated for a moment, but with a shrug and a smile convinced himself he deserved a relaxing interview for once.

“What did he have to share about me?” Liyint eyed the goblin cautiously as he sipped his own Frog Poison, making only a mildly dissatisfied face as the swill alcohol went down.

“Only basic stuff.”

“Basic stuff?” Lint asked. The reporter was taking in heavy gulps before setting the bottle on the table with a satisfied,

“Aaahh... yeah. Basic stuff, yannow'? Said you're a decent guy. Seems to be reliable.” the goblin gave Liyint a smile of approval before returning to his drink.

Liyint's eyes searched around for a bit and his fingers ran slowly across his chin as he pondered this.

“What can you share about him? He gets a lot of mixed reviews, so I'm interested to hear what a man of your integrity might have to share.”

Was the reporter genuinely happy, or just trying to flatter Liyint for information? Regardless, the elf looked down at the goblin with another curious expression, “Mixed reviews? Really? Like what?” He spoke in a tone of incredulity.

“Like... you know. Some people like him, other people hate him. Some even fear the guy...”

“Hm..” Liyint ran a finger across his chin again, “Well, he's a warlock... and I'm sure you've noticed his red eyes?”

The goblin shrugged, “Yeah... no idea what that's about...” he looked to Liyint, hoping for an answer.

“He's a warlock, with red eyes, and seems to be a decent guy...” Liyint took another drink.

The goblin paused, “That's it?”

“Basic and mixed...” Liyint put his mug back down and gave the reporter an apologetic shrug.

Disappointed, the interviewer got up to leave the table.

“Hey,” Liyint called the goblin's attention this time, “Do you know about Farahlon?”

“...who?” The reporter was utterly confused.

Liyint explained succinctly, “Netherstorm.”

“Oh yeah... I got a cousin that works out there... poor guy.”

Liyint nodded sympathetically before continuing, “Manaforge Duro was a massive facility designed to forcefully siphon mana from the twisting nether. It, like the other facilities just like it, violently ripped into the world around it, wreaking havoc and tearing the earth to bits, and generated turbulent storms. Worse still, it was run beyond regulation, sundering reality in an already broken land and inviting into the world void entities- horrible creatures that are a mar upon reason. It was one of the prominent developments for Netherstorm's namesake.”

The goblin listened, waiting for the point, “and... what does this have to do with Duroxas?”

Liyint sat up straight and leaned back. “Duroxas?” he shrugged and took a casual drink, “I didn't say anything about him. Duro's a warlock... with red eyes... and seems to be a decent guy... with mixed reviews” He paused between each point, hoping they'd sink in.

“I'm sorry I can't give you more.”

[Duroxas]

(( Oh holy cheeze this thing was dusty. Old bio is old and has been updated and cleaned up a bit. Also added another "song" >v> ))