Application for Demeleier.
Player Name: Kate.
Player LJ: bindonpickup
Contact: AIM- Dear Tokyo
Character Number: First. Though this is a reapp.
Character: Medivh, his name means "Keeper of Secrets" in Thalassian; language of the high elves.
Fandom: (World of) Warcraft.
Personality: Like all coins, there are two sides to Medivh which gives the sorcerer a somewhat Jekyll and Hyde issue (though more subtle). This stems from the fact that he was possessed whilst still in his mother's womb by the conscience of a being named Sargeras. Sargeras's physical form was in the Twisting Nether, a void realm of sorts, yet he was able to take direct control of the human for periods of time. Unlike most possessions, Medivh was very much aware of the fact he was being controlled, and would often try to fight it off. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't, and during these times Medivh would actually become completely unresponsive as if in a catatonic state. The shifts between Sargeras and Medivh are said to last anywhere between minutes to months, and there is nothing in particular that can set the switch off, or prevent it.
Medivh
Medivh himself is an alright sort of guy. Like most mages he loves to study and learn new things, though he often likes to state that he is smarter than other mages by knowing where to stop- that extra shiny skill may just be the one thing that kills you in the end. He's loyal to the few friends he has, though due to the fact he spent a lot of his time in a coma, prefers to spend time to himself than others. This is shown when he moves into the castle Karazhan. The place is huge though he only takes a butler Moroes and a Cook named "Cook" to stay with him. Announced visitors were welcomed - though seldom few due to the nature of Karazhan itself- and the sorcerer is always interested in what there is to be heard from visitors, liking to hear about places that he hasn't seen himself. Medivh was also known for helping defend the lands of Lordaeron when needed. Unannounced visitors would be warned off with a few hostile spells from a distance depending on Medivh's mood at the time.
Medivh is also a somewhat calm individual, happy to share his wisdom when needed. He also has a broad view of things, often seeing beyond the obvious. This leads to some confusions, as he is apt to change his stance or opinion on something due to this, but rarely explains why he does so. his calmness is also shown by the fact he lives in Karazhan, the Ivory Tower. The place is known for it's hauntings and visions- there would be crowds of people dancing in the banquet room for instance- yet Medivh would not be so bothered by such things.
Sargeras
It's a shame to say that when Sargeras is in control, Medivh is almost like a different person. I say almost due to one reason- Sargeras is aware that Medivh has friends in high places, and to give away his position easilly is something that is not on the cards. When Sargeras is in control Medivh switches from a calm persona to an erratic one. He'll withdraw from everyone around him and keep to himself, interacting only when needing to or when it benefits him. He has his own mission of bringing the Burning Legion to Azeroth, and that is what is most important. The Sargeras side of Medivh is cunning and tactful, thinking nothing of getting up and just leaving to a distance place to help set plans in motion. The majority of people had no idea about the Sargeras side, often putting the behavior down to just an erratic man living in a big haunted castle. During these phases, ANY visitors to Karazhan would be killed.
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Inside Demeleier, and even outside, it can be tricky to even figure out what Medivh wants at times. In his own mind it's crystal clear regardless of whom is in control. Since Medivh is generally a loner, when he finally does come across other people he may seem to be almost talking in riddles, which is partly intended. After all, it's somewhat amusing when people are confused, this shown by Karazhan's testament to a chess set. It's Medivh's intent, no matter what world he is in, to learn as much as he can. After all, he has one Hell of a heritage to live up to, including being a Guardian of Tirisfal. Medivh was not one to get along with his mother, barely even seeing the woman at all. There's no better way to deal with someone like that than to be better than what they expected. It's not wrong to say that there is also pride involved in Medivh's studying sessions. Being known as one of the most powerful mages in Azeroth is a boon to anyone's credits. Medivh knows what he is capable of, it's merely a point of making sure that it's recorded somewhere in Azeroth that it is so.
Oddly enough, it isn't until after Medivh supposedly died that the man finally shows what he's capable of without the interference of Sargeras. The man takes it upon himself to be a messenger, bringing warnings to those who severely need them. Mainly it was involvement in the Fall of Lordaeron, where he flew to see King Terenas and tell him that things were about to get pretty darned messy. Naturally the group thought Medivh was a kooky old man, though instead of being stubborn, Medivh merely left it. The mage felt that if they wouldn't take matters into their own hands and heed the warnings they were given, then so be it. It's somewhat a quest for redemption in a way, Medivh knowing that even though it is nothing to do with him, he's taken it upon himself to at least try something. He even tried to warn Arthas that if he carried on down the path he was on, he would lose himself.
It's a bit difficult to manage that with Sargeras butting in a lot. Sargeras wants nothing more than to destroy everything the Titans created. Since he was a titan himself, the being managed to do a complete one-eighty turn on his faction. If it was made by the other group, which basically means all of Azeroth, then it will be destroyed. This came about quite simply by watching the chaos in the world. It was unpredictable and untameable, wearing the titan down until finally he snapped when the Dreadlords were found to be taking over other words. There is no mercy in the titan's mind, and the being is quite a proud and boisterous one to boot. Sargeras is also smart enough to know when to keep quiet when in Medivh's mind. He knows the moment people find out what is going on, things will get convoluted, and so the titan can play along at times. He just makes Medivh look miserable and snappy to the point of downright irritable.
History: Here is a link to Medivh's history as the wiki relays it very well. If you wish, I'm able to write it up in my own words with an awesome use of bullet points!
Timeline: Just before his "death" at the hands of Khagdar and co.
Abilities: Despite all the names Medivh is given, he is first most and utmost part of the mage class in Azeroth. This means he has skills that fall into three key categories- Frost, Fire and Arcane.
*Frost: The frost talents are mostly based around slowing an enemy down and hindering their progress. Be it from a summoned blizzard in a fifteen yard radius, to a frost nova explosion to lock someone down in place. Ice spells will deal some damage, but nowhere near what the fire spells can.
*Fire: The fire spells are aimed at damage be it in bursts like a fireball, or a heating a patch of the floor up for damage over time (everyone always stands in the fire...). Fire spells are quicker to cast than the frost spells, but take up more mana over time.
*Arcane: Arcane spells are basically none of the above. This includes the spells Slow Fall (the ability to fall off a cliff and float to the bottom), blink (the ability to instantly teleport ten yards away) and conjuring food and water. Okay the food and water aren't the best and aren't the most filling considering they're made out of nothing, but if it's a conjured mana strudel or death, strudel it is.
*Shapeshifting: The upperclass name for the ability to turn into a crow. This is not a typical mage spell and something Medivh became known for.
Whilst these are the basics of any mage in Azeroth it must be said that Medivh is almost a class of his own. His powers was deadly, making him a formidable foe. With razor sharp wits and tactics to boot, the sorcerer would take shots from afar and then reposition himself to take shots again from a distance. After all, mages wear cloth and go squish easily, and getting hold of Medivh close up was not always the easiest of tasks.
Inventory: Nothing but the clothes on his back. As far as I know Med'an now has his staff.
Link to an image of the character: This is a link to the image
Sample writing:
It was an average day in Karazhan, situated in Deadwind Pass. Well, as normal as Karazhan could get. The castle was built on leylines, making it home to the most bizarre images, illusions and ethereal visitors. None of this bothered Medivh anymore. The sorcerer had his own issues to contend with that eclipsed the other residents of the castle. And one such issue was his library. There were books and papers everywhere- in some instances Medivh had managed to get the books on the desk he'd set up. Strangely enough, no matter how many books were scattered across the floor, Medivh knew exactly where the one he needed was. The problem would be when his visitors arrived. It would be just typical if they fell over a pile of books and broke their necks- stranger things had happened. And it would be a shame; Medivh was looking forwards to hearing what tales the others were bringing with them today.
And so Medivh was carrying books to and fro, placing them back on the shelves one by one. It was almost mechanical, so expertly carried out that anyone watching would have thought it a constant routine. And it just about was. Medivh could feel a pressure on the back of his head, as if something was constantly pressing at his mind. It was always there, more noticeable now that Sargeras had an idea of what he was doing. It was getting tiring having to struggle for dominance of his own body, and as he automatically scooped up books, Medivh was doing just that. Struggling. Now was not the time, it would never be the time if the human had his own way. Though if wishes were horses.....
The sorcerer stopped in his actions as his butler Moroes entered the library. The other man had blinkers on, not wishing to see more of the apparitions than he had to. Such a trusted servant. Medivh suspected that Moroes had an inkling of something going on, opting to say nothing in a show of duty. Good. If Moroes figured it out and blabbed, that would throw all the plans out of the window. He would have to defend himself constantly against the onslaught of the humans of Azeroth, a complete hindrance.
"Your visitors have arrived, sire."
Medivh stared at the butler, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. He had things to do and entertaining guests was not part of it. "Send them away, I will not be disturbed today."
Moroes barely batted an eyelid. Medivh had been looking forwards to his friends visiting, and within the space of a few minutes had obviously changed his mind. It wasn't something that was unusual these days, though Moroes did wonder just what was going on inside that mind of Medivh's. "If you insist."
Medivh could feel his temper rise ever so slightly at the servant's composed behaviour. "If they so much as set foot beyond the entrance way I will kill each of them before they take five steps. Make sure you understand that- it wouldn't be the first time I've had to deal with such pests." And with that the servant was walking away, off to tell the guests to go back home. Medivh would watch from a distance, half hoping that the people would come in. It'd been a long time since he'd been able to strike someone down for trespassing. And the last time someone had trespassed, Medivh had come to before he could attack. Such were the hazards of controlling someone else, they always ended up interfering at times that were important. Speaking of-
Medivh looked up from the books in his hands, only just aware of the fact he was about to have his visitors sent home. And he'd been looking forwards to it too! He let out a heavy sigh, briefly glancing around the room as the high walls echoed it back at him. "Maybe for the best. I don't feel myself today." The futile attempt at humour failed, and Medivh slowly made his way back to his chambers. He would deal with the books later now that there wasn't much reason to sort them all out anymore.
That and he had a suspicion he'd be going somewhere far away by the time the evening was out. Whether he wanted to or not.
Sample journal entry: [When the video clicks on, it's from a ground view point. Obviously whoever owns it has put it to one side. All that can be seen are the stone stairs everyone finds themselves on to begin with, and a pair of legs clad in brown boots.]
If it's not one thing it's another, and even when you keep your eyes on the "another" something else will sweep you off your feet. Literally.
[The voice is that of a male, sounding almost bemused at the situation as Medivh talks to himself.]
Rowan...? Crude, and not normal Azerothian fare. Even I don't recognize this place.
[The feet start pacing back and forth as Medivh mulls over his current predicament silently. Suddenly he picks up the device, glancing briefly at it to show a middle-aged human. It's not clear if the sorcerer is talking to the device or himself again.]
I'm sure it'll make itself known before long. They always do. [The feed cuts off as Medivh pockets the item for the time being.]
Player LJ: bindonpickup
Contact: AIM- Dear Tokyo
Character Number: First. Though this is a reapp.
Character: Medivh, his name means "Keeper of Secrets" in Thalassian; language of the high elves.
Fandom: (World of) Warcraft.
Personality: Like all coins, there are two sides to Medivh which gives the sorcerer a somewhat Jekyll and Hyde issue (though more subtle). This stems from the fact that he was possessed whilst still in his mother's womb by the conscience of a being named Sargeras. Sargeras's physical form was in the Twisting Nether, a void realm of sorts, yet he was able to take direct control of the human for periods of time. Unlike most possessions, Medivh was very much aware of the fact he was being controlled, and would often try to fight it off. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't, and during these times Medivh would actually become completely unresponsive as if in a catatonic state. The shifts between Sargeras and Medivh are said to last anywhere between minutes to months, and there is nothing in particular that can set the switch off, or prevent it.
Medivh
Medivh himself is an alright sort of guy. Like most mages he loves to study and learn new things, though he often likes to state that he is smarter than other mages by knowing where to stop- that extra shiny skill may just be the one thing that kills you in the end. He's loyal to the few friends he has, though due to the fact he spent a lot of his time in a coma, prefers to spend time to himself than others. This is shown when he moves into the castle Karazhan. The place is huge though he only takes a butler Moroes and a Cook named "Cook" to stay with him. Announced visitors were welcomed - though seldom few due to the nature of Karazhan itself- and the sorcerer is always interested in what there is to be heard from visitors, liking to hear about places that he hasn't seen himself. Medivh was also known for helping defend the lands of Lordaeron when needed. Unannounced visitors would be warned off with a few hostile spells from a distance depending on Medivh's mood at the time.
Medivh is also a somewhat calm individual, happy to share his wisdom when needed. He also has a broad view of things, often seeing beyond the obvious. This leads to some confusions, as he is apt to change his stance or opinion on something due to this, but rarely explains why he does so. his calmness is also shown by the fact he lives in Karazhan, the Ivory Tower. The place is known for it's hauntings and visions- there would be crowds of people dancing in the banquet room for instance- yet Medivh would not be so bothered by such things.
Sargeras
It's a shame to say that when Sargeras is in control, Medivh is almost like a different person. I say almost due to one reason- Sargeras is aware that Medivh has friends in high places, and to give away his position easilly is something that is not on the cards. When Sargeras is in control Medivh switches from a calm persona to an erratic one. He'll withdraw from everyone around him and keep to himself, interacting only when needing to or when it benefits him. He has his own mission of bringing the Burning Legion to Azeroth, and that is what is most important. The Sargeras side of Medivh is cunning and tactful, thinking nothing of getting up and just leaving to a distance place to help set plans in motion. The majority of people had no idea about the Sargeras side, often putting the behavior down to just an erratic man living in a big haunted castle. During these phases, ANY visitors to Karazhan would be killed.
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Inside Demeleier, and even outside, it can be tricky to even figure out what Medivh wants at times. In his own mind it's crystal clear regardless of whom is in control. Since Medivh is generally a loner, when he finally does come across other people he may seem to be almost talking in riddles, which is partly intended. After all, it's somewhat amusing when people are confused, this shown by Karazhan's testament to a chess set. It's Medivh's intent, no matter what world he is in, to learn as much as he can. After all, he has one Hell of a heritage to live up to, including being a Guardian of Tirisfal. Medivh was not one to get along with his mother, barely even seeing the woman at all. There's no better way to deal with someone like that than to be better than what they expected. It's not wrong to say that there is also pride involved in Medivh's studying sessions. Being known as one of the most powerful mages in Azeroth is a boon to anyone's credits. Medivh knows what he is capable of, it's merely a point of making sure that it's recorded somewhere in Azeroth that it is so.
Oddly enough, it isn't until after Medivh supposedly died that the man finally shows what he's capable of without the interference of Sargeras. The man takes it upon himself to be a messenger, bringing warnings to those who severely need them. Mainly it was involvement in the Fall of Lordaeron, where he flew to see King Terenas and tell him that things were about to get pretty darned messy. Naturally the group thought Medivh was a kooky old man, though instead of being stubborn, Medivh merely left it. The mage felt that if they wouldn't take matters into their own hands and heed the warnings they were given, then so be it. It's somewhat a quest for redemption in a way, Medivh knowing that even though it is nothing to do with him, he's taken it upon himself to at least try something. He even tried to warn Arthas that if he carried on down the path he was on, he would lose himself.
It's a bit difficult to manage that with Sargeras butting in a lot. Sargeras wants nothing more than to destroy everything the Titans created. Since he was a titan himself, the being managed to do a complete one-eighty turn on his faction. If it was made by the other group, which basically means all of Azeroth, then it will be destroyed. This came about quite simply by watching the chaos in the world. It was unpredictable and untameable, wearing the titan down until finally he snapped when the Dreadlords were found to be taking over other words. There is no mercy in the titan's mind, and the being is quite a proud and boisterous one to boot. Sargeras is also smart enough to know when to keep quiet when in Medivh's mind. He knows the moment people find out what is going on, things will get convoluted, and so the titan can play along at times. He just makes Medivh look miserable and snappy to the point of downright irritable.
History: Here is a link to Medivh's history as the wiki relays it very well. If you wish, I'm able to write it up in my own words with an awesome use of bullet points!
Timeline: Just before his "death" at the hands of Khagdar and co.
Abilities: Despite all the names Medivh is given, he is first most and utmost part of the mage class in Azeroth. This means he has skills that fall into three key categories- Frost, Fire and Arcane.
*Frost: The frost talents are mostly based around slowing an enemy down and hindering their progress. Be it from a summoned blizzard in a fifteen yard radius, to a frost nova explosion to lock someone down in place. Ice spells will deal some damage, but nowhere near what the fire spells can.
*Fire: The fire spells are aimed at damage be it in bursts like a fireball, or a heating a patch of the floor up for damage over time (everyone always stands in the fire...). Fire spells are quicker to cast than the frost spells, but take up more mana over time.
*Arcane: Arcane spells are basically none of the above. This includes the spells Slow Fall (the ability to fall off a cliff and float to the bottom), blink (the ability to instantly teleport ten yards away) and conjuring food and water. Okay the food and water aren't the best and aren't the most filling considering they're made out of nothing, but if it's a conjured mana strudel or death, strudel it is.
*Shapeshifting: The upperclass name for the ability to turn into a crow. This is not a typical mage spell and something Medivh became known for.
Whilst these are the basics of any mage in Azeroth it must be said that Medivh is almost a class of his own. His powers was deadly, making him a formidable foe. With razor sharp wits and tactics to boot, the sorcerer would take shots from afar and then reposition himself to take shots again from a distance. After all, mages wear cloth and go squish easily, and getting hold of Medivh close up was not always the easiest of tasks.
Inventory: Nothing but the clothes on his back. As far as I know Med'an now has his staff.
Link to an image of the character: This is a link to the image
Sample writing:
It was an average day in Karazhan, situated in Deadwind Pass. Well, as normal as Karazhan could get. The castle was built on leylines, making it home to the most bizarre images, illusions and ethereal visitors. None of this bothered Medivh anymore. The sorcerer had his own issues to contend with that eclipsed the other residents of the castle. And one such issue was his library. There were books and papers everywhere- in some instances Medivh had managed to get the books on the desk he'd set up. Strangely enough, no matter how many books were scattered across the floor, Medivh knew exactly where the one he needed was. The problem would be when his visitors arrived. It would be just typical if they fell over a pile of books and broke their necks- stranger things had happened. And it would be a shame; Medivh was looking forwards to hearing what tales the others were bringing with them today.
And so Medivh was carrying books to and fro, placing them back on the shelves one by one. It was almost mechanical, so expertly carried out that anyone watching would have thought it a constant routine. And it just about was. Medivh could feel a pressure on the back of his head, as if something was constantly pressing at his mind. It was always there, more noticeable now that Sargeras had an idea of what he was doing. It was getting tiring having to struggle for dominance of his own body, and as he automatically scooped up books, Medivh was doing just that. Struggling. Now was not the time, it would never be the time if the human had his own way. Though if wishes were horses.....
The sorcerer stopped in his actions as his butler Moroes entered the library. The other man had blinkers on, not wishing to see more of the apparitions than he had to. Such a trusted servant. Medivh suspected that Moroes had an inkling of something going on, opting to say nothing in a show of duty. Good. If Moroes figured it out and blabbed, that would throw all the plans out of the window. He would have to defend himself constantly against the onslaught of the humans of Azeroth, a complete hindrance.
"Your visitors have arrived, sire."
Medivh stared at the butler, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. He had things to do and entertaining guests was not part of it. "Send them away, I will not be disturbed today."
Moroes barely batted an eyelid. Medivh had been looking forwards to his friends visiting, and within the space of a few minutes had obviously changed his mind. It wasn't something that was unusual these days, though Moroes did wonder just what was going on inside that mind of Medivh's. "If you insist."
Medivh could feel his temper rise ever so slightly at the servant's composed behaviour. "If they so much as set foot beyond the entrance way I will kill each of them before they take five steps. Make sure you understand that- it wouldn't be the first time I've had to deal with such pests." And with that the servant was walking away, off to tell the guests to go back home. Medivh would watch from a distance, half hoping that the people would come in. It'd been a long time since he'd been able to strike someone down for trespassing. And the last time someone had trespassed, Medivh had come to before he could attack. Such were the hazards of controlling someone else, they always ended up interfering at times that were important. Speaking of-
Medivh looked up from the books in his hands, only just aware of the fact he was about to have his visitors sent home. And he'd been looking forwards to it too! He let out a heavy sigh, briefly glancing around the room as the high walls echoed it back at him. "Maybe for the best. I don't feel myself today." The futile attempt at humour failed, and Medivh slowly made his way back to his chambers. He would deal with the books later now that there wasn't much reason to sort them all out anymore.
That and he had a suspicion he'd be going somewhere far away by the time the evening was out. Whether he wanted to or not.
Sample journal entry: [When the video clicks on, it's from a ground view point. Obviously whoever owns it has put it to one side. All that can be seen are the stone stairs everyone finds themselves on to begin with, and a pair of legs clad in brown boots.]
If it's not one thing it's another, and even when you keep your eyes on the "another" something else will sweep you off your feet. Literally.
[The voice is that of a male, sounding almost bemused at the situation as Medivh talks to himself.]
Rowan...? Crude, and not normal Azerothian fare. Even I don't recognize this place.
[The feet start pacing back and forth as Medivh mulls over his current predicament silently. Suddenly he picks up the device, glancing briefly at it to show a middle-aged human. It's not clear if the sorcerer is talking to the device or himself again.]
I'm sure it'll make itself known before long. They always do. [The feed cuts off as Medivh pockets the item for the time being.]