Emeran

Name
Emeran De'Chevere.
 * Duke of the Southwestern Lands of the Kingdom of Gilneas
 * Lord of House De'Chevere.
 * Lord-Colonel of the First Gilnean Regiment.
 * Adept Demonologist and Fel Magister.

Physical Traits
Full physical description.

Race and Class
Gilnean Human (uninfected), Warlock.

Guild
First Gilnean Regiment

Occupation
Lord Colonel of the First Gilnean Regiment.

Mentor in the Fel and Demonic arts.

Self-educated student in the Fel and Demonic arts.

Alchemist and Toxicologist; Usually spends his time working on Worgen Curse-related potions.

Family
Lord Archibald De'Chevere, Father. (Deceased)

Lady Rosemary De'Chevere, Mother. (Deceased)

Reginald De'Chevere, Older Brother (Deceased)

Sterling De'Chevere, Older Brother (Deceased)

Eleanor De'Chevere, Older Sister (Alive, exiled to Kul Tiras)

Various unseen cousins and soforth that all presumably died during the Gilnean invasion.

Background
Born into an incredibly privileged upbringing within the ornately decorated halls of Manor De'Chevere, Emeran had a magical affinity from an early age. Whilst he was taught to conduct himself in a noble manner by day, by night he followed the tradition of the family's males by poring over demonic textbooks and fel tomes. Over the years, he was shaped into a cut-glass nobleman with a confident stranglehold on the normally maddening powers of the Fel. Equal to his magical prowess comes his silver tongue - he fancies himself as quite the diplomat, and this is proven time and time again by his ability to seemingly please everyone. ...Though he's probably just handing out too much vintage brandy. Emeran is a man that could barely punch his way out of a paper bag. He's a clothie through and through, and despite his magic and conversational ability he's incredibly vulnerable in close combat.

Family Background
Long line of aristocratic Gilnean nobility. Incredibly wealthy, owned an expensive estate in the Gilnean countryside.

Criminal Record
Clean. Probably should have been executed about fifty times over for use and practice of demonology and fel magic, but there's nothing you can't bribe your way out of.

Personal Notes
Incredibly posh and ridiculously snooty. Refuses to wear anything other than the most finely tailored robes, and adores forty-year vintage brandy. Has a slight penchant for practical jokes, stemming from his childhood.

Current Status
Alive and well.