Andreas

Andreas DeSalve of the small noble house DeSalve is a Kirin Tor magus. He lives in his home city of Dalaran. 
==The house of DeSalve==
==Ancestry and generations==
The house DeSalve's lineage can be traced back to before the second war. Beginning with the union of Lord Samson DeSalve and Lady Isabella Kingston. They are one of the smaller and less rich noble houses of Hillsbrad. The family migrated to Dalaran (before the destruction) and slowly they accepted magic and begun practising the arts of the Arcane. A family ring, said to be enchanted was being passed down from father to son of the current generation (On Andreas's side) however Andreas's father died in service to Dalaran facing the scourge. Andreas recieved the ring upon finishing his magus schooling.
==The association with the Kirin Tor==
Andreas's ancestor - Mont DeSalve was the first of the house to take up the magus mantle, his two sons Peter and Michael followed shortly after that. The DeSalve's were judged as some of the most eager and dedicated magi and scholars among some. Always seeking knowledge. Always questioning. Always studying. It is here the DeSalve family motto stands true - "Secrets discovered. Discoveries explored." the following years more and more of the family were to take up the magic-user mantle. But the family was dealt a devastating blow during the scourge invasion. Many of the family magi fell beneath the scourge -thirty two exactly- and the family was left crushed and battered. They fled Dalaran and only to return some years later. Now they resume the family tradition of expanding ones knowledge.
==The current generation of DeSalve mages==
Mathew Somn DeSalve [Grandfather] - Dalaran arch magus
David DeSalve [Deceased] [Father] - Dalaran warmage
Petius DeSalve [Uncle] - 7th Legion warmage
Amasius DeSalve [Older sister] - Dalaran mage
==Current occupation==
An ambassador for the town of Lakeshire.
Kirin Tor magus.
==Physical appearance and other relevant information==
Andreas is a well kept and usually neatly presented person, he is neither handsome nor ugly, he looks average to put it simply. He can be seen heaving around bags of tomes, books, and scrolls. He spends most of his time in Lakeshire, usually sitting on the banks of Lake everstill enjoying a book, or handling offical and political business as the towns ambassador.
Belongings of note.
Dalaran mage robe - is worn most of the time while in Dalaran. He tends to wear more civilian clothes while in other cities.
"The schools of Arcane magic" book series - He enjoys reading them often.
Oak pipe and tobacco - used for smoking. It is contained in a small oak box with some tea leaves along with the pipe.
Wooden walking sick - he carries this around with him most of the time.
Blue hardback notebook and enchanted quill - "one needs to be on top of ones studies!"
A gilded sword - defense is important.
Other associated organisations.
The Silver Enclave library
The Stormwind library
The explorers league
Pets.
Andreas has a great fondness for the creatures of the world. He has several pets from exotic loactions. He thinks of them as companions and friends...
The black cobra or "Scales" - this is the venomous black cobra from Stranglethorn. Although it can poison people (paralysis which leads to death) the snake itself is suprisingly calm.
The silver dragonhawk hatchling or "Silver" - Andreas found this Dragonhawk hatchling in the back streets of Dalaran years ago. He has looked afeter it ever since.
The tickbird or "Soar" - this bird Andreas befriended when he was a boy. He communes with the bird through magical means. Soar is his eyes and ears.
==Background==
Born to the parents David and Elizabeth DeSalve. Andreas had an easy-going up bringing and his childhood was farely normal. He was born just south of the old Dalaran city and he and his parents left the Hillsbrad family home to live in Dalaran. Andreas was introduced to the arcane at a young age. He and his grandfather used to often talk together and his grandfather would often read him tomes, books and scrolls regarding magic and arcane pursuits. 
Part 1 - "Goodbye."
The city was busier than ever and preperations were being made. For what - who knew? Thought young Andreas, his silver dragonhawk hatchling churping at his side. Andreas was sitting on a bench in the runweaver square when alarms were sounded. He looked about and decided it was for the better to find out what was going on. He ran through the streets, dodging and weaving as fast as he could, he found a good spot to look out. A tower. He swung open the door and raced to the top Silver (his dragonhawk hatchling) gliding beside him. He looked out to see a vast blackness apporaching the main gates. Then all of a sudden barriers of arcane energy were raised. Fear struck Andreas, he heard a yell from the streets. He looked down to see his father yelling at him, Andreas couldnt hear him from the top of the tower. The his father vanished in a flash. Literally. Only to appear behind Andreas a second later. "You stupid boy! Your mother is looking for you! She's worried sick!" "Im sorry father... whats going on?" "Never you mind. Now come on..." Andreas was picked up and he and his father vanished from the tower. Only to appear at the other end of the city. His mother rand toward him and gripped him tightly.
"Oh my boy. Your safe!" Mother and son embraced each other. Then the sound of a horn and combat could be heard. "They have broken through the first barrier. Quickly! Get out of the city!" His mother nodded, Andreas questions were drowned out by the toppling of towers. They fled. Andreas said a silent goobye to his father.
Part 2 - The Return.
A flash of purple light.
Andreas was in the portal room, a woman turned to him. "I am Archmage Celindra. I welcome you to the newfound Dalaran Mr. DeSalve." She inclined her head politely, Andreas returned the gesture. "Your grandfather is waiting for you in the purple parlour. Its at the top of the Violet Citadel." "Of course. Thank you archmage." Andreas walked out into the bustling streets he knew so well. He was home at last.
A flash of purple light.
Andreas was now standing in the purple parlour. One of the rooms in the Violet Citadel, and an important one too. His eyes moved to the table beside one of the bookshelves. A mountain of tomes, scrolls, letters, books and maps were piled up onto the table. A mage sat behind it, not very visable. "Arch magus." Andreas said, the mage writing at the table didnt look up. "Yes what is it?" the mage said in an old but happy voice. "You were expecting me... grandfather." Andreas smirked as the mage nearly fell out of his chair, "Andreas my boy! So good to see you!" He stood up. Smoothing down the Kirin Tor tabard he wore. Andreas's grandfather wore the purple garments of an Arch Magus of dalaran. Conversation sparked. For hours they sat there with eachother talking. And more than a fair number of times Andreas thought...
"Its good to be home."
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