Daromith

Sir Kelvin Daromith
of the Undercity
Game Name	Daromith
Race	Undead
Gender	Male
Class	Mage
Professions	Tailoring Enchanting
Guild	Alea Iacta Est
Affiliations	Air Speed Velocity

Tailoring Enchanting

History

Daromith. That name, when spoken, is the key to many things. Daromith is no spawn of the Lich King, nor The Banshee Queen, but a spawn of the arcane, the raw power every Mage wields. In his past life, Kelvin Daromith was a very rich and powerful man, though kind and generous. He took part in many festivities and celebrations, cooking and preparing the activities, yet there was always something he wanted to do. Most of his life was fulfilled, he owned the most magnificent estate anyone had ever seen and all the money anyone would ever need, yet his heart still beckoned for something, and he could not control it. Through his travels with his Elf friend Soulsbaine, the Hunter taught Daromith of the arcane world and ancient powers it held. Daromith studied the arcane, though no book in his library bestowed upon him the information he pleaded for. One day Daromith was walking down a road, and saw two men trying to make off with a woman, tied up with roped and potato sack over her head. Daromith reacted without thinking, he ran down the ally and throw the hardest punch he could at one of the men. He missed. The men laughed at his futile attempt to stop them. They laid the woman down and glared at Daromith before charging him. Daromith knew he was in major trouble, and before he could even think, his hands started to glow a bright red. He stuck his hands out and felt a massive energy exit his body through his palms, in the form of a huge fireball! With both of the men dead, and a bit shocked himself of what had just happened, untied the woman and let her go. Two years later the two are married with a daughter. With that space in his life filed, Daromith was almost satisfied, yet he still furiously tryed to learn of what happened to him that day in the ally. Finally though, on his daughters 12th birthday, Daromith received an old tome from a mysterious man, clad in brown robes and hood. His life was sealed that day, once he opened that tome, read the first page, and spoke the words engraved on the cover, something happened. The sky blackened as a giant boulder came splitting through the sky, plummeting towards the Daromith estate. On impact, everyone was killed, disintegrated from the flames. Daromith rushed outside the ruins of his Manson, protected by his underground library, weeping on the losses of his family, and spoiled early by the explosion of the boulder. Born by the rock, an imence creature emerged, black with green fire coursing through it like blood. Daromith, fearing for his life, ran. He gave quite a chase for the infernal, yet it cornered him, sending him up his house to the roof. Daromith was traped

Associates

Daromith, in his new form, perishes the thought of ever having new friends. In his past life, Daromith was one of the richest men in all of Lorderon. He knew many men and women, all who were killed by his side, not to rise along with him. A tribute to:

• Soulsbaine - A Night Elf that Daromith met prior to the scourge infection that cursed him forever. The wise old Elf Hunter trained Daromith well in his human form, teaching him of patience, wit, and ancient arts. Through the Third war, Soulsbaine and Daromith were set to the same battalion. On their very first mission in the effort to combat Archimonde, Soulsbaine was killed by an ambush of Gargoyles. To this day Daromith still remembers his best friend Soulsbaine.

• Bruncey - Bruncey was a Paladin, a sworn believer in the light. Though not very smart, Bruncey's strength made up for his lack of mind. Always humbled by Daromith, Bruncey was his faithful companion in life. On the day of reckoning in the infected castle city of Stratholme, Bruncey selflessly shielded Daromith from an Abomination's brutal strikes, whispering in his last breathes that it was to prove his loyalty to his mage companion.

R.I.P Soulsbaine and Bruncey, we will find you.