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Aug. 23rd, 2020 06:50 pmSorcerers of the Magic Kingdom Application
Player Information
Name: Charlemagne
Age: 35
Preferred Method of contact: Discord or Plurk
Contact Info: Discord: Charlemagne#4525 , Plurk: https://www.plurk.com/SerCharlemagne
Number of Characters in the Kingdom: 0
Timezone: Central Standard Time (USA)
Character Information
Character Name: Archmage Khadgar
Age: 47, but he looks closer to 60 due to a curse in his youth.
Canon: The Warcraft canon (books and games, not the film)
Canon Point: At the end of the expansion, WoW: Legion, when he returns to the Tower of Karazhan to find solutions to the world's problems.
Gender: Male
Character History
Character History: https://wowwiki.fandom.com/wiki/Khadgar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UW5IYrgOgYU&list=LLINatcT0d7w9F-aYbScxCuw&index=358 - A short, detailing some of his personality and mindset.
Canon Example: https://wowwiki.fandom.com/wiki/Azeroth_(world) For a history of the canon setting - there are links within it that detail history of the wars, other planets explored within the Cosmos, religion, races, and capabilties.
Character Motivation: When Khadgar was a youth, studying magic was a grand thrill. He thirsted for knowledge, skill - the hunger for power had never been something that he possessed outside of simply wanting to improve his ability. He was unpopular in Dalaran as a young man due to his curiosity and inability to keep his nose out of others' business, so he was sent to study with a "free" mage, the Grand Magus Medivh, who was a famed renegade operating outside of the Kirin Tor's influence. He arrived at the tower of Karazhan at the age of seventeen, and studied with Medivh for three years. He adored his master, and they were quite the pair, but he began to suspect over time that something was deeply wrong with his master. In truth, Medivh was being possessed and controlled by the Mad Titan Sargeras, who was the leader of a massive demonic force known as the Burning Legion, whose sole purpose was to destroy all of Creation. A possessed and fel-mad Medivh had helped the orcish Horde, also being used as a tool by Sargeras, into all of Azeroth through the Dark Portal, which started the First War. It was here that Khadgar had his first brush with death - he was cursed in the final battle with a possessed Medivh, robbed of his strength, magical ability, and youth, and was forced to slay his beloved mentor to save all of them.
After that point, his existence was rife with warfare and struggle. He began driven to regain his lost abilities, to study and preserve the truth and legacy of his mentor who had been forced into his role against his will. He became an Archmage at a very young age after regaining much of his ability, and his sole purpose began to stop the Burning Legion at all costs. Protecting Azeroth, her people, her lands - all of them - was his motivation for gaining knowledge, gaining power. In doing this, he had become the most powerful mortal mage Azeroth has ever seen - but this power is tempered with awareness that power corrupts. He is the Guardian of Azeroth, without having ever accepted the title - and he does not need to accept the power that comes from the position. He is a powerful mage, among the most powerful, but holds his power in check - for he has seen the corruption that power can bring.
Personality: Steadfast. Determined. Compassionate. Reckless. Kind. These are only some of the words one could use to describe Khadgar. He is bound by honor and duty to protect his entire world, and all of the people on it - he has long since looked past political barriers and has made allies from all sides of the conflicts he once took part in. He carries with him a wisdom hard learned from years of war and exploration, but has never let power and strife cripple his capacity for kindness, warmth, or humor. Even in the most difficult of times, he has something clever or funny to say - though often, his jokes tend towards to be of the dad variety.
His enthusiasm for life, for magic, knowledge, and understanding has never waned, even as he has aged. He is far too curious for his own good, which has led to trouble on more than one occasion. It was, however, this curiosity that allowed him to uncover the truth about his mentor in his youth, and thus prevent an even worse fate for the world. Yet, despite his open tolerance and compassion, true trust is hard to come by for him. He has been wounded and stabbed in the back - sometimes literally - far too much to easily accept that someone harbors him good will. This has, at times, made him a bit harsh, and a bit too distant. He is warm, but never lets anyone in too closely to get to him the true him. It is a self preservation tactic, but it has left him quite lonely, despite being quite well liked and popular in the city of Dalaran which he leads.
His near obsession with destroying the Burning Legion has also made him reckless, and though he always has a plan, he sometimes is known for making up said plan on the fly. He cares little for his own life - to sacrifice himself for the good of the many is something he is willing to do - and it has almost killed him on multiple occasions. He is not above extreme methods to achieve these goals - though he never takes pleasure out of them, and often regrets them later.
Canon Strength/Weaknesses: Strengths: Khadgar is extremely intelligent and bears a great deal of wisdom. He is insightful and very curious, and his humor lends levity and warmth to a situation. He is tolerant and accepting, and enjoys the company of many different people from many different walks of life - he long ago overcame his racism against the orcs and the trolls, and now happily and enthusiastically works alongside them - he has even championed their causes in the face of an unpopular majority. He will always do the right thing, even if it is difficult.
Weaknesses: Like all mages, his power depends on a personal reserve of mana - the ability to draw the arcane from the Ether and cast. Though his reserves are insanely vast, he often overstretches himself when casting (such as teleporting an entire floating city, for example). This was not a difficult task for him, but on top of many other large castings, it can leave him depleted for a short time. He can be reckless to the point of personal injury, and sometimes shortsighted. His obsession with destroying the Burning Legion can at times also make him a bit distant and too rigid.
Apprentice Sorcerer Application
Class: I am unable to decide. Ultimately, I think that Khadgar bears traits of the Warrior, the Mystic, and the Prince (though I know you have a moratorium on accepting characters as Princes and Princesses at this time). Khadgar is a leader, willing to do what it takes to complete a mission or accomplish a goal, and he's incredibly durable and sturdy. However, he is known as a powerful mage, and the whole soul of his strength lies in magic - he is deeply vested and gifted in it, and the pursuit of the knowledge of magic. But he is also an Empath, and brought warring factions together, inspiring them and bolstering them to work together against unimaginable odds.
Weapon: If he ends up as a warrior, he will wield a sword (as he has in the book canon). An English style bastard sword - https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2234/4067/products/The_Big_Six_Final_For_Printing-47_540x.jpg?v=1550834724
Magic Style: If he is a Mystic, he will wield a staff, as he does in nearly all of his game depictions. It will not be his staff Atiesh, but it will bear raven motifs, as his chosen symbol. https://scontent-lga3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/c0.21.883.883a/s640x640/41739265_2344179748944921_3190781130508710969_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=109&_nc_ohc=myC31Wmj8jsAX-yvz7c&oh=041ca061134f5b09fec6c530d66f0f4b&oe=5F6730BA
Element: N/A
Prince/Princess: Likely unavailable, but if this were a thing, he would simply heal by touch.
Sample Section
First Person Sample: You know, this magic mirror device is really quite remarkable!
[There is a light chuckle, warm and friendly, as the mirror comes on with ease. It becomes apparent that Khadgar has mounted the device on a small shelf, enabling him to take a few steps back and gesture freely. Normally, he would have simply cast a levitation spell to ensure it didn't fall - but that was not possible at the moment. Stil, for not having access to his considerable magic, he was adjusting well. He smiles though, amused and friendly.]
I would like to extend my praise to the person who invented them; they certainly do make communication far more effective. I am deeply curious as to the manner of magic in this place; I feel as though I'm a boy again, having to learn it all from scratch. Humbling, but - even Archmages should be taken down a peg now and again! [There is another laugh. His eyes are bright and deeply blue.] I would like to get some practice in; I haven't had to practice magic quite like this in almost forty years, so if there is anyone who would like to meet me at a pre-arranged time at a location to do just that, I would be very happy to have the company. I'll see about bringing refreshments!
Third Person Sample: It was often said that ravens were harbingers of death.
Macabre, on wings of black iridescence, congregating in great numbers on the fields of great battle and much bloodshed, they had taken on a sinister meaning in the eyes of many. But they were also the keepers of news, secrets, intelligence. The unspoken wisdom brought on dark wings to those who would listen.
Tonight, however, there would be only death, and no enlightenment. Not on these ashen shores.
Silently, he watched from the highest branches of ancient evergreen trees that lined the coast of Darkshore. The air was choked with soot, the hellish glimmer of unholy flame illuminating the night sky as if it were midday. The heat from the blaze was immutable; he could feel it on his wings, in his very being, from across the channel.
Teldrassil was burning.
Past the haze of the flames, he could hear the distant, anguished cries of the kaldorei. He could sense the pain, washing over him like the waves on the battered shore. He could feel the shock in many of the Horde’s troops as they lined the broken sands and watched the end result of their vicious campaign -
No. Not their campaign. Her. Her campaign.
Khadgar had been there, when the Horde had first marched on Quel’Thalas, a brutal army of orcs led by Doomhammer and Gul’dan. He watched them as they burned the sacred groves, he had fought beside Sylvanas and her sisters, he and the men of Lordaeron and fallen Stormwind had fought and died to defend that elven homeland. It seemed another lifetime ago…
Why.
What was the point of defending and defeating the Burning Legion, if Azeroth were to only burn at the hands of her own people in the end?
Bitterness rose within him like bile, and he had to fight back the urge to unleash his anger and fury upon the congregated crowds below. But no. Then he would have been no better than her. What had they fought for…He had not served alongside these great heroes of the Horde and Alliance as brothers, only to watch them destroy one another in another petty conflict borne of hatred and paranoia. No. They were better than this. He had to believe that they were all better than this.
She was a threat.
As the leader of the free state of Dalaran, Khadgar knew that he could not openly declare the Warchief of the Horde an enemy. Dalaran had long been neutral, though he felt that her actions were spitting in his face after he had voted and defended the Horde to be allowed back into the city. He knew that, politically, he could not denounce her. Her actions, absolutely - but it would put him at odds with his many Horde-aligned citizens…
The flames illuminated his feathers, flickered in the pale eyes that might have given him away as not the raven he disguised himself to be. They had to find a way to stop this madness. They had to find a better way…
“When all hope is lost, that is when people like Sylvanas succeed.”
Khadgar pointedly did not refer to her as the Warchief. He had respected a number of them, and two of them, glaringly not so. She would have not been his choice - but it had not been his choice to make. There was a beat, and a rush of soft sound as the raven fell away and the Archmage stood there instead. If he was going to cast, he would need his hands.
“Actions do not make a person a bad person. Mistakes, don’t. But what one chooses to do when one makes a mistake - that is the measure of an individual’s heart. I can’t right all the wrongs in this world alone - but I am are not the only ones who feels this way.”
He turned and faced the looming pyre that rose across the sound, and frowned. Even from this distance, the normally cool coast along Darkshore felt sweltering. He raised a hand and began to cast the portal, aware of the danger around them. He knew that this was a dangerous mission - the night elves they could help, but the entire tree was on fire, and soon, the Horde themselves would invade the remains to ensure the rest were dead. He could not be found there or it would only make matters worse. He reached into his robe and gripped the glittering coin he wore about his neck - warm, a comfort -
I will come home.
Player Information
Name: Charlemagne
Age: 35
Preferred Method of contact: Discord or Plurk
Contact Info: Discord: Charlemagne#4525 , Plurk: https://www.plurk.com/SerCharlemagne
Number of Characters in the Kingdom: 0
Timezone: Central Standard Time (USA)
Character Information
Character Name: Archmage Khadgar
Age: 47, but he looks closer to 60 due to a curse in his youth.
Canon: The Warcraft canon (books and games, not the film)
Canon Point: At the end of the expansion, WoW: Legion, when he returns to the Tower of Karazhan to find solutions to the world's problems.
Gender: Male
Character History
Character History: https://wowwiki.fandom.com/wiki/Khadgar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UW5IYrgOgYU&list=LLINatcT0d7w9F-aYbScxCuw&index=358 - A short, detailing some of his personality and mindset.
Canon Example: https://wowwiki.fandom.com/wiki/Azeroth_(world) For a history of the canon setting - there are links within it that detail history of the wars, other planets explored within the Cosmos, religion, races, and capabilties.
Character Motivation: When Khadgar was a youth, studying magic was a grand thrill. He thirsted for knowledge, skill - the hunger for power had never been something that he possessed outside of simply wanting to improve his ability. He was unpopular in Dalaran as a young man due to his curiosity and inability to keep his nose out of others' business, so he was sent to study with a "free" mage, the Grand Magus Medivh, who was a famed renegade operating outside of the Kirin Tor's influence. He arrived at the tower of Karazhan at the age of seventeen, and studied with Medivh for three years. He adored his master, and they were quite the pair, but he began to suspect over time that something was deeply wrong with his master. In truth, Medivh was being possessed and controlled by the Mad Titan Sargeras, who was the leader of a massive demonic force known as the Burning Legion, whose sole purpose was to destroy all of Creation. A possessed and fel-mad Medivh had helped the orcish Horde, also being used as a tool by Sargeras, into all of Azeroth through the Dark Portal, which started the First War. It was here that Khadgar had his first brush with death - he was cursed in the final battle with a possessed Medivh, robbed of his strength, magical ability, and youth, and was forced to slay his beloved mentor to save all of them.
After that point, his existence was rife with warfare and struggle. He began driven to regain his lost abilities, to study and preserve the truth and legacy of his mentor who had been forced into his role against his will. He became an Archmage at a very young age after regaining much of his ability, and his sole purpose began to stop the Burning Legion at all costs. Protecting Azeroth, her people, her lands - all of them - was his motivation for gaining knowledge, gaining power. In doing this, he had become the most powerful mortal mage Azeroth has ever seen - but this power is tempered with awareness that power corrupts. He is the Guardian of Azeroth, without having ever accepted the title - and he does not need to accept the power that comes from the position. He is a powerful mage, among the most powerful, but holds his power in check - for he has seen the corruption that power can bring.
Personality: Steadfast. Determined. Compassionate. Reckless. Kind. These are only some of the words one could use to describe Khadgar. He is bound by honor and duty to protect his entire world, and all of the people on it - he has long since looked past political barriers and has made allies from all sides of the conflicts he once took part in. He carries with him a wisdom hard learned from years of war and exploration, but has never let power and strife cripple his capacity for kindness, warmth, or humor. Even in the most difficult of times, he has something clever or funny to say - though often, his jokes tend towards to be of the dad variety.
His enthusiasm for life, for magic, knowledge, and understanding has never waned, even as he has aged. He is far too curious for his own good, which has led to trouble on more than one occasion. It was, however, this curiosity that allowed him to uncover the truth about his mentor in his youth, and thus prevent an even worse fate for the world. Yet, despite his open tolerance and compassion, true trust is hard to come by for him. He has been wounded and stabbed in the back - sometimes literally - far too much to easily accept that someone harbors him good will. This has, at times, made him a bit harsh, and a bit too distant. He is warm, but never lets anyone in too closely to get to him the true him. It is a self preservation tactic, but it has left him quite lonely, despite being quite well liked and popular in the city of Dalaran which he leads.
His near obsession with destroying the Burning Legion has also made him reckless, and though he always has a plan, he sometimes is known for making up said plan on the fly. He cares little for his own life - to sacrifice himself for the good of the many is something he is willing to do - and it has almost killed him on multiple occasions. He is not above extreme methods to achieve these goals - though he never takes pleasure out of them, and often regrets them later.
Canon Strength/Weaknesses: Strengths: Khadgar is extremely intelligent and bears a great deal of wisdom. He is insightful and very curious, and his humor lends levity and warmth to a situation. He is tolerant and accepting, and enjoys the company of many different people from many different walks of life - he long ago overcame his racism against the orcs and the trolls, and now happily and enthusiastically works alongside them - he has even championed their causes in the face of an unpopular majority. He will always do the right thing, even if it is difficult.
Weaknesses: Like all mages, his power depends on a personal reserve of mana - the ability to draw the arcane from the Ether and cast. Though his reserves are insanely vast, he often overstretches himself when casting (such as teleporting an entire floating city, for example). This was not a difficult task for him, but on top of many other large castings, it can leave him depleted for a short time. He can be reckless to the point of personal injury, and sometimes shortsighted. His obsession with destroying the Burning Legion can at times also make him a bit distant and too rigid.
Apprentice Sorcerer Application
Class: I am unable to decide. Ultimately, I think that Khadgar bears traits of the Warrior, the Mystic, and the Prince (though I know you have a moratorium on accepting characters as Princes and Princesses at this time). Khadgar is a leader, willing to do what it takes to complete a mission or accomplish a goal, and he's incredibly durable and sturdy. However, he is known as a powerful mage, and the whole soul of his strength lies in magic - he is deeply vested and gifted in it, and the pursuit of the knowledge of magic. But he is also an Empath, and brought warring factions together, inspiring them and bolstering them to work together against unimaginable odds.
Weapon: If he ends up as a warrior, he will wield a sword (as he has in the book canon). An English style bastard sword - https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2234/4067/products/The_Big_Six_Final_For_Printing-47_540x.jpg?v=1550834724
Magic Style: If he is a Mystic, he will wield a staff, as he does in nearly all of his game depictions. It will not be his staff Atiesh, but it will bear raven motifs, as his chosen symbol. https://scontent-lga3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/c0.21.883.883a/s640x640/41739265_2344179748944921_3190781130508710969_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=109&_nc_ohc=myC31Wmj8jsAX-yvz7c&oh=041ca061134f5b09fec6c530d66f0f4b&oe=5F6730BA
Element: N/A
Prince/Princess: Likely unavailable, but if this were a thing, he would simply heal by touch.
Sample Section
First Person Sample: You know, this magic mirror device is really quite remarkable!
[There is a light chuckle, warm and friendly, as the mirror comes on with ease. It becomes apparent that Khadgar has mounted the device on a small shelf, enabling him to take a few steps back and gesture freely. Normally, he would have simply cast a levitation spell to ensure it didn't fall - but that was not possible at the moment. Stil, for not having access to his considerable magic, he was adjusting well. He smiles though, amused and friendly.]
I would like to extend my praise to the person who invented them; they certainly do make communication far more effective. I am deeply curious as to the manner of magic in this place; I feel as though I'm a boy again, having to learn it all from scratch. Humbling, but - even Archmages should be taken down a peg now and again! [There is another laugh. His eyes are bright and deeply blue.] I would like to get some practice in; I haven't had to practice magic quite like this in almost forty years, so if there is anyone who would like to meet me at a pre-arranged time at a location to do just that, I would be very happy to have the company. I'll see about bringing refreshments!
Third Person Sample: It was often said that ravens were harbingers of death.
Macabre, on wings of black iridescence, congregating in great numbers on the fields of great battle and much bloodshed, they had taken on a sinister meaning in the eyes of many. But they were also the keepers of news, secrets, intelligence. The unspoken wisdom brought on dark wings to those who would listen.
Tonight, however, there would be only death, and no enlightenment. Not on these ashen shores.
Silently, he watched from the highest branches of ancient evergreen trees that lined the coast of Darkshore. The air was choked with soot, the hellish glimmer of unholy flame illuminating the night sky as if it were midday. The heat from the blaze was immutable; he could feel it on his wings, in his very being, from across the channel.
Teldrassil was burning.
Past the haze of the flames, he could hear the distant, anguished cries of the kaldorei. He could sense the pain, washing over him like the waves on the battered shore. He could feel the shock in many of the Horde’s troops as they lined the broken sands and watched the end result of their vicious campaign -
No. Not their campaign. Her. Her campaign.
Khadgar had been there, when the Horde had first marched on Quel’Thalas, a brutal army of orcs led by Doomhammer and Gul’dan. He watched them as they burned the sacred groves, he had fought beside Sylvanas and her sisters, he and the men of Lordaeron and fallen Stormwind had fought and died to defend that elven homeland. It seemed another lifetime ago…
Why.
What was the point of defending and defeating the Burning Legion, if Azeroth were to only burn at the hands of her own people in the end?
Bitterness rose within him like bile, and he had to fight back the urge to unleash his anger and fury upon the congregated crowds below. But no. Then he would have been no better than her. What had they fought for…He had not served alongside these great heroes of the Horde and Alliance as brothers, only to watch them destroy one another in another petty conflict borne of hatred and paranoia. No. They were better than this. He had to believe that they were all better than this.
She was a threat.
As the leader of the free state of Dalaran, Khadgar knew that he could not openly declare the Warchief of the Horde an enemy. Dalaran had long been neutral, though he felt that her actions were spitting in his face after he had voted and defended the Horde to be allowed back into the city. He knew that, politically, he could not denounce her. Her actions, absolutely - but it would put him at odds with his many Horde-aligned citizens…
The flames illuminated his feathers, flickered in the pale eyes that might have given him away as not the raven he disguised himself to be. They had to find a way to stop this madness. They had to find a better way…
“When all hope is lost, that is when people like Sylvanas succeed.”
Khadgar pointedly did not refer to her as the Warchief. He had respected a number of them, and two of them, glaringly not so. She would have not been his choice - but it had not been his choice to make. There was a beat, and a rush of soft sound as the raven fell away and the Archmage stood there instead. If he was going to cast, he would need his hands.
“Actions do not make a person a bad person. Mistakes, don’t. But what one chooses to do when one makes a mistake - that is the measure of an individual’s heart. I can’t right all the wrongs in this world alone - but I am are not the only ones who feels this way.”
He turned and faced the looming pyre that rose across the sound, and frowned. Even from this distance, the normally cool coast along Darkshore felt sweltering. He raised a hand and began to cast the portal, aware of the danger around them. He knew that this was a dangerous mission - the night elves they could help, but the entire tree was on fire, and soon, the Horde themselves would invade the remains to ensure the rest were dead. He could not be found there or it would only make matters worse. He reached into his robe and gripped the glittering coin he wore about his neck - warm, a comfort -
I will come home.
