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06-03-2010, 11:40 PM
Full Name: Nicasian Alexander Firebough
Nicknames: Nic
Date of Birth: 144 years before the Dark Portal opened
Age: 172
Race: Blood Elf
Gender: Male
Hair: Brown
Skin: Fair
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'9”
Weight: 145 lbs
Place of residence: Dalaran
Place of Birth: Quel'Thalas
Known Relatives: Gilthares Firebough (http://www.wowwiki.com/Gilthares_Firebough) (cousin), Alexander Lucian Firebough (father, deceased), Lenora Brightmoon Firebough (mother)
Religion/Philosophy: Apathetic
Occupation: Mercenary
Group/Guild affiliation: the Stormwolf, The Scryers
Guild Rank: Whelp
Enemies: Alliance Dogs
Likes: Piano music, Literature, Pleasure
Favorite Foods: Steak, Decadent desserts
Favorite Drinks: Wine, Brandy
Favorite Colors: Gold, Red
Weapons of Choice: Magic, of course
Dislikes: Foul odors, Kodos, Bad restaurants
Hobbies: Fine dining, Reading, Good conversation
Physical Features: Tall and slender but not a twig like so many mages, Nic is almost always well groomed and carries himself with an air of confidence.
Special Abilities: None aside from his skills in wielding magic.
Positive Personality Traits: Good-natured, Loyal, Intelligent
Negative Personality Traits: Arrogant, Hot-headed, Impetuous
Misc. Quirks: Hums to himself when he is deep in thought
Played by What Famous Person: Paul Bettany
Theme Songs:
David Bowie - The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVloloiTyu4)
What to do
What to say
What to wear on a sunny day
Who to phone
Who to fight
Who to dance with on a Sunday night
Reaching the very edge, you know
Reaching the very edge
Going to the other side this time
Reaching the very edge
[CHORUS]
You're still breathing but you don't know why
Life's a bit and sometimes you die
You're still breathing but you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell
I am a drug
I am a dragon
I am the best jazz you've ever seen
I am a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at the corner of your eye
I found the secrets, I found gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old
What is eternal
What is damned
What is clay and what is sand
Who to dis
Who to truss
Who to listen to
Who to suss
I'm reaching the very edge, you know
I'm reaching the very edge
I'm going to the other side this time
I'm reaching the very edge
[CHORUS]
I am a dragon
I am a drug
I am the best jazz you've ever heard
I am a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at the corner of your eye
I found the secrets, I found gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old
[REPEAT (x4)]
The pretty things are going to hell
They wore it out but they wore it well
You're still breathing but you don't know why
You're still breathing but you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell
History:
My name is Nicasian Firebough.
I was born 172 years ago in what was then the unspoiled city of Quel'Thalas. My childhood was uneventful, my adolescence was spent in rigorous study and my early adulthood was spent using my wit and power to rebel against the very institutions that had trained me.
I drank too much. I bedded too many women. I was arrested more times than I care to remember.
Eventually, I outgrew the tiring and ultimately unfulfilling life of a vagabond. I heeded my father's advice and got a day job. Thanks in no small part to his influence among the archmages, I was allowed a position in Dalaran as a researcher; honing new magical weapons and defenses.
I even fell in love, though I wasn't smart enough to hold on to her.
Then came the fall of Quel'Thalas. My father was killed, as were many of those I called friend. All the while, I was fighting to save Dalaran and the vast amount of knowledge housed there. When Kael'Thas arrived in Dalaran I joined his force, only to find all of us betrayed by the Alliance leadership.
Blinded by anger, and struggling to control my own magic lust, I trusted Kael'Thas and bought in to promises of Lady Vashj. I willingly condemned myself to the horrors of Outland and swore fealty to Illidan with my brethren. My first foray into Northrend was at Illidan's bidding and I was sent back to Outland licking my wounds just as he was.
It was clear that the defeat toppled the last of Illidan's sanity and even Kael'Thas began to change. His concern for us, for his people, became twisted into a campaign for power and revenge. There were whispers among some of us that he was plotting against Illidan with none other than the Burning Legion.
Many of us became increasingly disillusioned in the weeks leading up to Kael'Thas' planned assault on Shattrath and it was during that time that I first heard of Voren'thal's vision and his plans to defect.
I was there the day Voren'thal swore allegiance to the Naaru and was among the first to be sworn into service among the Scryers.
Once contact had been reestablished with Azeroth, and following Kael'Thas' foolish efforts to rebuild the Sunwell, I chose to return to Silvermoon and since then I have spent time in Dalaran assisting in the Northrend offensives.
These days my only real loyalties lie with my mother and those very few that I consider friends. Even in Dalaran, I find it hard to forgive those that were so quick to take up Garithos' bigotry. Let them, and all those that aid our enemies in destroying us all, rot.
In the meantime, I love, I laugh and I live on another day.
Related Reading:
Nicasian's Journal: A Sturdy Leather Book with Gold Filigree (http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?t=19681)
Nicknames: Nic
Date of Birth: 144 years before the Dark Portal opened
Age: 172
Race: Blood Elf
Gender: Male
Hair: Brown
Skin: Fair
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'9”
Weight: 145 lbs
Place of residence: Dalaran
Place of Birth: Quel'Thalas
Known Relatives: Gilthares Firebough (http://www.wowwiki.com/Gilthares_Firebough) (cousin), Alexander Lucian Firebough (father, deceased), Lenora Brightmoon Firebough (mother)
Religion/Philosophy: Apathetic
Occupation: Mercenary
Group/Guild affiliation: the Stormwolf, The Scryers
Guild Rank: Whelp
Enemies: Alliance Dogs
Likes: Piano music, Literature, Pleasure
Favorite Foods: Steak, Decadent desserts
Favorite Drinks: Wine, Brandy
Favorite Colors: Gold, Red
Weapons of Choice: Magic, of course
Dislikes: Foul odors, Kodos, Bad restaurants
Hobbies: Fine dining, Reading, Good conversation
Physical Features: Tall and slender but not a twig like so many mages, Nic is almost always well groomed and carries himself with an air of confidence.
Special Abilities: None aside from his skills in wielding magic.
Positive Personality Traits: Good-natured, Loyal, Intelligent
Negative Personality Traits: Arrogant, Hot-headed, Impetuous
Misc. Quirks: Hums to himself when he is deep in thought
Played by What Famous Person: Paul Bettany
Theme Songs:
David Bowie - The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVloloiTyu4)
What to do
What to say
What to wear on a sunny day
Who to phone
Who to fight
Who to dance with on a Sunday night
Reaching the very edge, you know
Reaching the very edge
Going to the other side this time
Reaching the very edge
[CHORUS]
You're still breathing but you don't know why
Life's a bit and sometimes you die
You're still breathing but you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell
I am a drug
I am a dragon
I am the best jazz you've ever seen
I am a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at the corner of your eye
I found the secrets, I found gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old
What is eternal
What is damned
What is clay and what is sand
Who to dis
Who to truss
Who to listen to
Who to suss
I'm reaching the very edge, you know
I'm reaching the very edge
I'm going to the other side this time
I'm reaching the very edge
[CHORUS]
I am a dragon
I am a drug
I am the best jazz you've ever heard
I am a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at the corner of your eye
I found the secrets, I found gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old
[REPEAT (x4)]
The pretty things are going to hell
They wore it out but they wore it well
You're still breathing but you don't know why
You're still breathing but you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell
History:
My name is Nicasian Firebough.
I was born 172 years ago in what was then the unspoiled city of Quel'Thalas. My childhood was uneventful, my adolescence was spent in rigorous study and my early adulthood was spent using my wit and power to rebel against the very institutions that had trained me.
I drank too much. I bedded too many women. I was arrested more times than I care to remember.
Eventually, I outgrew the tiring and ultimately unfulfilling life of a vagabond. I heeded my father's advice and got a day job. Thanks in no small part to his influence among the archmages, I was allowed a position in Dalaran as a researcher; honing new magical weapons and defenses.
I even fell in love, though I wasn't smart enough to hold on to her.
Then came the fall of Quel'Thalas. My father was killed, as were many of those I called friend. All the while, I was fighting to save Dalaran and the vast amount of knowledge housed there. When Kael'Thas arrived in Dalaran I joined his force, only to find all of us betrayed by the Alliance leadership.
Blinded by anger, and struggling to control my own magic lust, I trusted Kael'Thas and bought in to promises of Lady Vashj. I willingly condemned myself to the horrors of Outland and swore fealty to Illidan with my brethren. My first foray into Northrend was at Illidan's bidding and I was sent back to Outland licking my wounds just as he was.
It was clear that the defeat toppled the last of Illidan's sanity and even Kael'Thas began to change. His concern for us, for his people, became twisted into a campaign for power and revenge. There were whispers among some of us that he was plotting against Illidan with none other than the Burning Legion.
Many of us became increasingly disillusioned in the weeks leading up to Kael'Thas' planned assault on Shattrath and it was during that time that I first heard of Voren'thal's vision and his plans to defect.
I was there the day Voren'thal swore allegiance to the Naaru and was among the first to be sworn into service among the Scryers.
Once contact had been reestablished with Azeroth, and following Kael'Thas' foolish efforts to rebuild the Sunwell, I chose to return to Silvermoon and since then I have spent time in Dalaran assisting in the Northrend offensives.
These days my only real loyalties lie with my mother and those very few that I consider friends. Even in Dalaran, I find it hard to forgive those that were so quick to take up Garithos' bigotry. Let them, and all those that aid our enemies in destroying us all, rot.
In the meantime, I love, I laugh and I live on another day.
Related Reading:
Nicasian's Journal: A Sturdy Leather Book with Gold Filigree (http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?t=19681)