Altheron

Name
Altheron Heavenmight - he named himself Heavenmight after the firmament. He is normally titled as 'The Angered' due to insulting people with snide comments, which he is renowned for. Some may call him 'The Immaculate' hence: his neatness and divinty in spirit and mind. After joining the 'Argent Dawn' - off-duty he would roam the Alterac Mountains for creatures and beasts to hunt, so that he could provide fresher meals for himself. Very rarely, and he is pretty much never titled as the 'Vizier of Hunting' due to his expertise in Game Hunting. Altheron, known among the hordes of the undead, is named Count Vech, reflecting his corruption in body and soul, yet this title is not known among the living. The 'Count' tells us that he may be a heir of a noble background, in cultist terms, his clan was well-distinguised as being wealthy and well-respected.

Occupation
Retribution Virtued Paladin of the Argent Crusade, Rifleman - he is a maestro at the art of long-range.

Facial Apperances
He is a man in his early eighties, his appearance indicating this. His last-eye is a stunning emerald. He is of an average stature, decorated in many small scars - he is imperious of his figure and many battle marks. He goes around with a majestically angular beard combed into perfection. He has a noticable black, leathery eyepatch hiding his empty socketed left eye. Yet, he is going to purchase an enhanced glass eye to fill his un-eye'd left socket.

Guild
Guildless.

Professions
Blacksmith and professional miner.

Family
Father: Caesium Shadowmight - Turned into a Lich and murdered Altheron's family, cousins, all of his bloodline (or so he believes). Later slain by Altheron at the age of 20.

Mother: Keralon Shadowmight - Slain by Caesium Shadowmight.

Rest of Bloodline: Presumed murdered and sacrificed or transformed into undead servants.

Background
Altheron Heavenmight was born in the damp-murky swamps of Dustwallow, residing there he was forced upon his will to learn the ways of the Dark Arts by his cult-corrupted family. Years later his Father Caesium Shadowmight, trapped his own soul into a phylacertery safely stored in his lair and transformed into a destructive Lich, built upon destruction and an un-satisfying thirst of power. He rampaged, power hungry through Dustwallow, laying waste to whatever that was in his path Dragonoids, Crocs, whelps and even Humans sacrafising them to quench his thirst. As he betrayed his own built-up clan, many of his disciples fought against the evil, yet, miserably failed. Altheron escaped from Caesiums chaotic path of darkness and found himself later on in Theramore accepted by the residence there, he was accept by Paladins because of his communication with the Light. His potential was put to the test and after years of training he was given an ultimate task.

The fallen paladin wishes he never obliterated the twisted energies dormant within the shard he pierced years ago.

He feels no regret for destroying his father, he comments: "Hesitation is a mental obstacle that Paladin's must no encounter in their journey, and I do not believe that I was impetous towards the task." - "He was never a father to love in the first place".

Family Background
Altherons background was all built around cultism, he was forced upon his will to practice the Dark Arts.

Criminal Record
- Breaching the Peace.

Personal Notes
Hates stubborn people, Scourge, Orcs and 'Talbuks' (Draenei).

Altheron can be a fierce opponent in combat. He is mainly dependant on his Channeled Hammers and Orbs to increase his chances of physical attacks against his opponents when they have a small chance to block or dodge, if they have dropped into a phase of paralysis.

Fanatic of torture and very spiteful - none of these characteristics are displayed outside of his shell.

Can't handle stress.

Personal Quotes
"Depression is a dark form of meditation, do NOT let it consume your soul."

"The Light never abandons its champions."

"Whats the point in worrying about something thats going to happen, you wont change anything, suck it up already."

"We are warriors of the Light, even through death."

Current Status
Helping the Argent Crusade in the frozen, harsh, desolate lands of 'Icecrown'. At the moment, he is losing his faith in the Argent Crusade due to the pointless 'Argent Tournament' in Icecrown. He believes that it is a waste of resources and time, as it is accomplishing nothing, but, livening up the entertainment market which is not going to stop the Lich Kings path. He comments "Tirion is just stalling, he should of put that 'Ashbringer' into that tyrant's heart already."

Believing that the only way to defeat the Lich King is by using Forsaken Blight, thus weakening him - yet his thoughts are not respected among other paladins and adepts. Above all else, his intentions are mildly warped and draconian, involving apothecaric studies, it is a surprise why he doesn't dabble along these professions. He may be known as a megalomaniac or dillusional.

After wayfering in Northrend, working amongst some argent scribes and spell-casters, the expedition of argents were soon ambushed by the undead. The scribes soon took arms and tried their best to avert the invasion of undeath. Altheron was one of strongest casters in the expedition, unleashing bolts of holy energy, reducing the undead back to corpses and remnants of flesh, once more. The spell-casters were soon outmatched by the skeletal magi. After the conflict waged, Altheron was soon alone, fighting off the scourge. The ground beneath him erupted with disturbing rage, the dead rising from the iron soil, surrounding Altheron. Caged and expunged of vim, dark intentions soon inundated his mind. Embracing the shadows after influence of mind-control, projected by the devious Nerubian's. ..

Count Vetch has performed a brooding ritual which has strengthened and revitalized Vech's muscle tone, and agility - which fortunately heightens his senses and insight.

Appearence
Altheron normally goes around with a pure, glowing sword sheathed to his belts left side. A shield of an Alabaster design that bears no-mark, upon his back. A full set of white, polished augmented gear and a belt pouch containing valuable "posessions" of which he has received/acquired over the many years of being a Paladin. Whenever he goes to his every-day prayers in the cathedral, you will notice that he will have a white, clean hood covering his dashing hair. Aswell, he will be in possession of a large tome of which the cover represents a golden-cross that has some engraved writing at each perching end of the symbol, which is beyond readability. The rest of the tomb is slightly unkempt and is connected to his augment belt by a bland, silver chain, minorly dented. Altheron has a fetish for pistols and flintlocks, so he keeps a small pistol connected to the right side of his augment belt, which is always loaded with pure, blessed silver bullets of which he crafted and blessed himself. (Up to date info) After his transformation, the use of dark and warped pools of magical aspects, supernatural and complex, is taking it's toll on his hair, face, wrinkles, figure and muscles. He is now a man of a darkened complexion, gangling and frail. Wrinkles now droop, his eyes are a very mild yellow and the pupil are auburn, due to him dwelling on his unholy arts. His robes no-longer blend in with his transformed body, the robe acting like a tent, as he walks with a blackened cane.

Possessions
- Weapons - A lean rapier horizontally crossing his back and a medium-sized blade and golden handle sheathed in a leatherworked pouch on the left-side of his waist, which is rarely drawn unless thoroughly disarmed.

- A small dusty Argent tomb which releases a powerful consecration when against Scourgelings (In Beltpouch).

- A white mask tucked away in a beltpouch, only worn when in the Dwarven District because of the dust and heat, and rarely when facing the undead (In his Beltpouch).

- A small (still ticking) pocketwatch with a tarnished silver cover and dust covering it completely like a blanket. (In Beltpouch).

Primary abilities and Spell Weaving
Shadow Bolt: Pretty self-explanitory.

 Dragging Veil of Blight: Command an injurious veil of brooding mist, stretching before you and your enemies like an interminable curse. This scathing incantation empowers Count Vech with the enhancement of St. Gurung, whilst in turn, weakens the foe to the very edge of every possible whim.

Doom Bolt: Send a bolt of red energies towards your opponent, accompanied with a curse, that will drain an ounce or two of the opponent's vim. This bolt moves in a billowing or swelling manner, so it is incredibly distinct. It is just as harmful as the Shadow Bolt.

 Manner of the Gloaming Hunch: Engage with a bulky fist at hand and a vivacious kick, knocking your enemies into the air, accompanied with a disorientation when upon slamming them with either your punch or kick.

-- Some other spells ---

St. Gurung: Invest the power of a fallen, forsaken Saint, depicted as a wicked skeleton magi.